Page 17 of Doctor's Demands
I can hear Leticia clucking at me in my head,‘Don’t overthink things, Petra!’
My attention is taken as a knock comes at the door off the bedroom that goes into the living area. “Petra, are you in there?” comes a woman’s cheery voice.
“I am,” I say and go to meet my first visitor.
The door opens and in walks a young woman with her hair in a tight braid. She’s wearing the white uniform all the staff wear. Her identification badge has her name on it: Pat.
Handing me a folded piece of paper, she says, “Read this, and then I’ll get you ready for you owner. Oh, would you like something to drink? You know, to calm your nerves.”
“No thank you. I’d probably puke if I put any alcohol in my stomach right now.”
I take the note and open it to find he’s written me something in his own handwriting. Immediately, I think about keeping this letter as a keepsake of the time I lost my mind and did unthinkable things with a complete stranger.
Petra,
First, let me say how happy I am that I’ve won you. I’ve liked you since I first saw your picture on the club’s website. That said, let me get down to business.
I’m not into emotionally connecting with you. Please try your best not to take that personally. This is a release for me. That’s why I’ve paid for your company.
You will be bound and blindfolded before I come to you each time. I prefer not to be talked to while I’m doing what I do to you. If I ask you something, you may answer, but nothing else. Some women don’t like the use of a gag and I won’t use it on you if you can keep your mouth shut. I also don’t like to hear moaning. I’m aware that sounds crass, but I’m in this for me, not you.
Here are the rules. You have to stay inside of the apartment. There are hidden cameras all over the place. I will know what you’re doing at all times, even though I won’t be there. You can call room service for all your meals. I will allow you one alcoholic beverage a day. No more than that, as I detest drunks.
I may add to the rules as we go along. I want you to enjoy your time alone. There’s a television and an e-reader for your entertainment. Feel free to do whatever you want within the confines of your new summer home.
Respectfully,
Sir
Looking back up at Pat, I ask, “Will I ever get to know his name?”
Shaking her head, she walks away from me toward the bathroom. “Probably not. Don’t ask either. It might irritate him. If you keep him happy, you might get …”
I interrupt her, “A big bonus. Yes, I’ve heard.”
She comes back with a red robe. “He said to tell you to put this on and nothing else.” I take it from her and go to the bathroom to change out of the dress and put on the silk robe.
I can’t look at myself in the mirror as I change, then leave the room. Pat’s waiting for me at the end of the bed. She’s holding the monoglove and is smiling at me. “Here we go, Petra.”
Turning my back to her, I place my arms behind my back and they’re bound by the tight-fitting glove. My heart begins to pound, as I know I can’t get out of it if I want to. “Will he be letting me out of this thing?”
“Um, I think he’ll most likely send someone in to do that. That’s what he’s done with the others,” she tells me. “Take a seat on the end of the bed and let me cuff your ankles and secure your feet to the floor.”
I do as she’s says and then asks, “Do you know how many others he’s had?”
She looks up at me as fear fills her expression. “Shit, Petra! I shouldn’t have said anything about him or what he’s done. I’m sorry. Please don’t rat me out!”
With an understanding nod, I let her know her secret is safe with me. I don’t want her getting punished for telling me the little she knows.
My ankles are cuffed to two hooks on the wood floor, and then she picks up the blindfold. “See you later,” I say as I look into her eyes. Her light green eyes will also be forever etched in my memory.The last set of eyes I saw before he came to me.
Pat places the blindfold over my eyes as she says, “Everything is going to be okay. You’ll see. He’s not a bad man at all. He’s never hurt any of his former bottoms. We’ve had no complaints about him. Don’t tell him I told you that. I shouldn’t be telling you anything, but you look so nervous that I felt I needed to help calm you down. He’s a good man, Petra. Don’t worry.” I hear her heels click as she walks to the bedroom door. “Bye. He’ll be here when he’s ready.”
So now I sit and wait. For how long, I don’t know. I suppose this is part of his thing—making someone wait for him. This isn’t so bad. He’ll come in, screw me, then leave, and I get paid for that.
Hell, that’s what my high school boyfriend used to do all the time and I didn’t get shit out of it!
I hear the front door close and then the bedroom door opens. Before I can stop myself from talking, the way he said he wanted, I ask, “Are you my new owner?”
