Getting into the car, we do our usual in car kiss, something we've always done, and I hand her my phone.
She's always the DJ, even when she falls asleep. But today, there's an oddity in the air.
She's got something she's not telling me, and puts a postcode into Google Maps, queue's up her playlist, and shoves the phone into the holder as I'm starting the engine.
I'm hitting the road, not knowing where this destination is, I can see the address, but fuck knows where we're actually going.
Today's instruction was a text, telling me what to wear.
So I'm sat in my black flowery dress, which she knows is a little too short at the back (something she likes), her favourite pink matching bra and pantie set and some shit tights which always fall down. But fuck it, I can deal with hiking them up, unless there's loads of walking. It's cold out!
She's a little nervous. I always know. But I just hope she doesn't have a seizure on me, as this dress is not seizure friendly.
So I take hold of her hand, kissing the top of her fingers and put it on my thigh as I continue driving. My hand resting on top of hers.
Thank god for driving an automatic, no gears to piss about with.
She turns in the seat and smiles, her hand moving from my thigh and starts to softly caress my cheek.
"You trust me, don't you baby?" she asks, the smile remaining.
I turn my head to reply, puzzled "Of course I do. Unconditionally. Why do you ask?" I change my frown to a smile, hoping to help calm her nerves.
She resumes caressing my cheek. "Good. I'm just making sure."
She turns back in her seat, her hand drops back to my thigh and she pulls out her phone to text someone, leaving me to follow the directions the app throws out and sing along to the tunes on her playlist.
The directions take me into a close with pretty houses either side. All of which have driveways with cars of varying age and expense.
As I'm driving slowly down the road, I can see the destination on the map being nearby, so I keep going until it gives its usual "You have arrived, your destination is on your left" spiel.
"Park on the driveway" she says. I look at her quizzically. She's never told me how to drive, but okay, Mistress is in the car, so I move the car into position on the road, and reverse onto the drive.
I look at her, and ask "Do I want to know who's house this is?".
She smiles back lifting her bag onto her lap and starts rifling through it, "You said you trust me, and in that trust, I expect you to not ask questions and just do as you're told" she replies. "Here, put this on" as she hands me a massive blindfold. Hell, she's bought a full face blindfold!
I kill the engine, stepping out of the car and start admiring the outside before putting the blindfold on.
I close the door and can hear her walking around the car. She comes up behind me, tapping my ass as I lock the car and she takes the keys from me, taking my hand in their place and leading me blindly forward.
I hear a door open and her footstep inside what sounds like a tile floor. As I start to shuffle forward, she tells me to watch the step. I use my foot to tap out ahead of me, and feel the ledge, lifting my foot up I feel the top of it, and moving it forward, can tell it's the UPVC threshold.
I move my foot forward and lowering it, my ballerina shoes allow me to feel more than normal shoes would and I feel the tile beneath the thin sole. I step in, and hear her knock a door. Another door? This one sounds wooden, but I hear footsteps within and the door opens.
Nobody is talking, but I feel her move forward and pulling me behind her.
I feel a different floor this time, this feels like wood or laminate, and I can hear and feel her moving beside me. "Take your shoes off" she commands.
I do as she says, stepping easily out of them, and feeling the floor properly.
I feel her moving again, clearly moving my shoes out of the way, and then she starts to guide me again, I'm now walking on carpet. Have we entered a room?
I hear more than two people in the room. No one is talking, but given my limited hearing already, the blindfold heightens my senses, and I can hear different breathing patterns.
Someone is behind me, soft hands take my bare arms and pull them behind me. I feel something wrapping around my arm. Is that rope?
Mistress still has my hand, so I give it a gentle squeeze. She immediately squeezes my hand back and lets go as music starts playing. Nothing loud, but enough to stop me hearing movement.
The hands behind me continue working away. Both arms have been bound now, my upper arms, forearms and wrists. The hands grab the rope and push me forward. Still no one talking, but I feel something against my knees as the ropes pull back, signalling me to stop.
A hand runs up my legs, then another hand on my arms, another on my neck gently choking me.
The hand running up my legs squeezes my ample ass and then it's gone.
I feel more hands, the ones on my bare skin I can feel are all different, some rough, some smooth, some large, some small.
Clearly I'm in a room of mixed sexes.
I feel the rope push me forward, I'm bending over, not fully, just slightly. Are they looking at my ass?
A smack stings my ass, then another.
I'm bent over more and my dress is lifted. I feel through the sting the tights being pulled down, they quickly leave my hips and I can feel the band running down the back of my legs as someone guides them to my ankles.
Some fingers softly play with my hair as the fingers turn into a palm of a hand on the back of my head. I feel something against my lips softly at first but then starts pushing and I open my mouth not sure what to expect.
