Chapter 2: Karen's first look
After the cab went around two corners, she gave the cab driver a different
address, a hotel she picked out at home. Nothing fancy but surely nice and not
something where he could find her. There was this strange feeling about him. If
she could have trusted someone she knew to tell how she felt and what she came
here for, she would have brought someone. But she couldn't. This she had to do
alone.
The next morning, she was a bit disoriented as she woke up. Her situation was
sinking in. She had to go to that house.
A cab brought her one block close to it, the rest she would scout out on foot.
The place was a nice building. It looked old, but not shabby. A classy style was
seen by its entrance gate, the black tall fence around it and the bright stone
walls contrasting to it. The garden around it with high bushes and a few small
trees was nicely groomed. She didn't know what she expected but didn't think of
something like this.
The key opened the gate for her. Then he opened the thick entrance door to the
building. Behind it was a wide corridor and to one side, in corner, the elevator
that had the sign penthouse above it. With a glance at the key she knew that
this was the place to go. Again the key opened the elevator and automatically
brought her up. Dimmed lights in the elevator made it a comfortable ride, as
well as the mirrored walls that made it look bigger.
With a soft sound the doors swept open and gave view into the penthouse. The
walls were a soft dark red, lined with gold on the top and the bottom. The
ceiling was wooden panels of a light brown color, that in a pattern had ben
replaced with mirrors. All of the floors were covered with a thick wine red
carpet that looked comfortable enough to lay down on and fall asleep instantly.
After two steps she decided to take off her shoes and was rewarded with a nice
cushy feeling.
"Anyone here?" she yelled into the apartment.
"Hello? Anyone?" echoed her uncertain voice back to her. There was no answer.
With more self confidence she strode to the small table in front of here with a
small card on it that simply said "Karen" on it, in a very nice handwriting.
"Karen, feel free to look around. Don't be scared to open every drawer. The only
thing i locked away are the locks for the bondage toys you will find in the
master bedroom to your right." Her glance followed the floor to the open double
door that led to a big room. She could see the big bed and its purposes easily.
"You find them in a transparent box in the cupboard. I have nothing to hide. The
computers password is written on the back of the card, as well as the number
where you can reach me if you want to call it off. Otherwise i don't expect you
to call my number. Enjoy your stay."
She put the card down again. Her feet carried her into the bedroom. Big drapes
were around three huge windows, one of them was actually a glass door that to a
balcony. The big bed that seemed oversized was not much over the floor, but
thick poles on all four corners and the rings attached to them made clear what
it was used for. In the frame, on the outside, were also several more rings. A
big cupboard was on her right side and next to it a walk in closet. In the next
wall was only another door that was open and showed a big bathroom that
contained a big tub that seemed large enough for 3 people, a shower and the
other necessities, all in shiny white. Besides that, there was no other
furniture in there.
The bed sheets felt soft and cool to her touch, completely in black. The bed
wasn't too soft, but gave some way on harder push. She noted it was differently
hard in different areas. The frame was pretty wide, but half the mattress
thickness below its upper level. It was black wood, that on the edges was
rounded and went then to the floor.
Her body trembled a bit as she opened the cupboard. Many different things were
hanging there. Cuffs, gags, belts, whips, chains, rope, masks, dildos and many
more things she couldn't identify or make sense of. The case with the locks was
in the middle, and it was closed. Another card was there.
"Feel free to try anything you like. You wont be able to lock yourself in some
way, but please don't tie yourself up with rope."
She touched one of the collars, a small one. It felt cool and strong. She picked
it up and just felt its texture. It was thin lined inside and seemed rather
comfortable. It had only a small buckle to close, was only two fingers thick and
besides that had no other ornaments then it being pitch black. She put it around
her neck, closed it tightly. Too tight, she felt as she swallowed and opened it
one notch. The black collar fit good and felt comfy. Her hands touched many of
the things in the cupboard, but she thought about the rest to explore and surely
would come back to this part again.
The closet was filled with clothes. Neatly hanging from their hangers, some
folded in shelves, shoes in boxes on the floor. Most of it looked expensive, but
all tasteful. There were only two jeans, one of them black, and couple of white
plain t-shirts, that could qualify as every days clothes. It looked like he
always seemed to enjoy being well dressed. His body shape must fit pretty well
in all the things she saw there. Materials on her skin felt wonderful.
Leaving the closet, crossing the room and then the hallway, the living room was
on the other side of the hallway. It was like the rest of the apartment big and
bright. Even though some darker tones were applied like the carpet and the
walls, the ceiling made it instantly bright and the big windows made it even
more so. Like the bedroom, there was little furniture.
A small coffee table, extremely low to the ground, wooden frame and glass plate.
The couch was pretty wide, looked sturdy, bright and had a few rings on it that
looked like they were ornaments. Pulling on them shoed they were meant to hold a
humans weight. It was broad enough so four guests could sit down and felt like
you sank a little bit into it when you sat down. A vitrine was on an outer wall
between two windows. Inside one could marvel at a small model of a house, more
sort of a mansion. It looked really nice, although it was painted nearly
completely in black. On the other side of the wall, a big flat screen was
hanging there, flanked by some thin looking speakers. Below was a high end sound
system she saw in some fancy magazines before, something that looks nice, but
also sounds awesome as she recalled. More speakers in the room, and a few framed
pictures on the wall rounded it up. The arts were all of some erotic nature,
some of them she recognized. One of the windows went to the floor, and actually
was a door that slid open to the side into the wall. It made way to an open
balcony, a big one where you easily could put out a table and eat with multiple
people. Again inside she noticed a button on the wall, next to the TV. Pressing
it slid open the wall and revealed a shelf stuffed with DVD's. Some of the
movies she knew, some were foreign. On a lower shelf where even a few porn
DVD's, all of them BDSM themed. Closing the shelf again she noticed a hook in
the ceiling. Not really something you would notice right away, but it was
clearly there and looked very strong, as if you could lift a car with it. Every
where she noted some things like this that were meant to tie someone to it, all
of them subtle but noticeable.
Off through a door, that opened to each side automatically, was the kitchen.
Again a bright place, with glass door cupboards holding glasses, plates and
dishes. Normal kitchen, just very well equipped. A huge fridge, actually two
fridges, and a freezer right in the kitchen. Dishwasher, detergents, cleaning
equipment. All of it has been obviously used, but looked clean as if they were
cleaned off right after use. Drake didn't seem to be a man that liked dirt, nor
clutter.
A heavy door reveled a lighter door behind it, that then led to the office. The
other door in the office led back to the hallway, next to the master bedroom.
This was clearly the room he spent most of his time. One large filing cabinet in
the corner next to his desk. The desk itself was a metal frame, with a cross in
front to stabilize it, and a thick glass plate on top of it. A computer screen,
mouse and keyboard were neatly tugged away in one corner, while some papers in
another made the surface complete. The corpus under the desk held two drawers, a
small one with some pens and usual office tools, the lower a few items he would
definitely use on a woman in his hands. Lots of files in the cabinet, mostly
customers files of his security business, most of them coded so it wouldn't say
who it was exactly, but besides that gave precise accounts of every job done for
them. In the corner that went towards the master bedroom hung a punching bag
and on the floor were a few weights. That would explain his built.
Entering the hallway again she noticed the door on one side of the elevator the
first time. It was not really hidden but surely made to not catch the eye. The
guest room opened before her, the smallest room in the whole place, if small
applied to this sort of place. The big Bed on one wall dominated the room, the
closet door next to it gave room to a walk in closet only a bit smaller then the
one Drake himself had. A dresser, a table and a chair made the rest of the
furniture.
The last room was a big bathroom, smaller then the one in the master bedroom,
but with a shoer, 2 sinks and a toilet surely made for guests.
Stepping back into the hallway again she felt like she lost orientation. This
was a very nice place and she felt again like she just stepped out of the
elevator, overwhelmed by it. All the things she saw, all the images in her head
made her aroused. She needed privacy. The best place she could think of was the
guest room.
Inside, she closed the door, and undressed. Her skin was hot to her touch, and
she needed some relief.
Laying down, she felt the collar on her neck again. She completely forgot about
it. The soft leather felt so nice, she didn't want to take it off. Tugging a bit
on it, she thought of how he would maybe tug on it, pull her closer to look at
her. To gaze at her body, take her in, inspect her, make her his. Running her
hands over her body she felt her nipples hard. She pinched them a bit, wanting
him to pinch them. She didn't know what he would make her do, but she wanted him
to it. The toys in the master bedroom, she wanted to try them out, all of them,
wanted him to use them on her. Over and over again. She wanted to please him,
make him come, on her, inside her. She wanted to taste him, taste the whip form
his hands, taste her sweat while being used. His hands on her body, his bondage
on her limbs, his cock in her cunt. The images whirling in her head, the
possibilities and outcomes made her high and pushed her over the edge. She kept
playing and came again a short while after.
The following days, she explored the apartment in more detail. Watching some of
the DVD's, and discovering that there was a hookup to some sort of server where
more movies of all sorts were stored. She wore comfortable clothes, and enjoyed
sitting on the carpet. The fridge was more then well stuffed, and she didn't
miss anything really. Calling the hotel she checked out and had them send the
bags over.
The elevator also brought her to the parking deck, where the key she found on a
hook next to the table in the hallway, triggered the door of a Mercedes. A nice
black, big car, outlined with leather. She sat in it, started the engine once,
but then felt too scared to actually drive it.
In the cupboard of the master bedroom she found toys she played with, tried on
and wondered how he could use them. A collar with a ring in the front and a
leash to it excited her big time, and so she wore that one for a lot just loving
the small tug on her neck from the dangling leash.
The evening of the last day, she noticed another hook, under the table in the
hallway, easy reachable when you just reach under it. An idea formed and she
knew what she would do the next morning, when Drake would return.
End of Chapter 2
