Leevl 2, Assignment 1:

I drove slowly through the seedy warehouse district near the docks, listening to the drum of the rain on the top of my car, and the rhythmic beat of the wiper blades on the rain covered windshield. It was difficult to make out the numbers because of the dim lighting, the low visibility caused by the sudden down pour, and the fact that the paint on the ominous row of warehouse structures had long since faded since last receiving any attention. After making the last turn, traffic had dropped off perceptively despite the fact that it was a Saturday evening. Finally I was able to make out the address I was seeking, 3612 Dockside.

The previous Saturday, I had accepted an invitation from a submissive friend to attend an educational seminar at a local public BDSM club. While a novice to the lifestyle, I was very intrigued and interested in CBT. As I stood fascinated, observing a CBT demonstration, a hand brushed my arm and I turned to see a very attractive woman dressed in business attire, as though she had stopped off on the way home from work. Even in the professional jacket and skirt, she was obviously had very ample breasts and long silky legs. She had beautiful straight long blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back. “Hello, I’m Emily,” she said, offering her hand. As she spoke she smiled, a smile that touched even her lovely large green eyes. I took her offered hand, with long sensuous fingers with perfectly manicured long nails, painted a bright shade of red, in my own. Clumsily, I bowed slightly and gently brushed her hand with my lips, and then introduced myself. “Haven’t seen you here before have I?” she inquired. “No, Ma’am,” I replied nervously, “This is my first visit, I came at the invitation of a friend,” I added. “You seem fascinated with the demonstration,” she observed. “Have you experienced CBT?” “No, Ma’am, I am very new to the scene, but I had until today only read about the subject.” We then turned our attention back to the demonstration and watched together until it was concluded. We engaged in polite conversation for several minutes during which she asked the usual questions like where I worked, where I lived, and what interests I had.

After a while she said, “I’m about to leave but I’d love some coffee just now.” “There is a nice little coffee shop a few blocks from here.” “Unless you have plans, I’d love you to join me.” “We could talk a bit more.” “Well,” I stuttered in surprise. “I’d love to but I rode with the friend I came with.” “That’s not a problem,” she laughed. “After coffee, I could drop you by your place as it really isn’t much out of my way.” “Wonderful,” I exclaimed. “I’d love to join you.” We walked out of the club and she escorted me to a late model black BMW. She slid behind the wheel as I climbed into the passenger seat. We drove the few blocks to the coffee shop she had mentioned. Over coffee, we talked for nearly two hours. I was fascinated by her as I found her not only beautiful, but very intelligent, warm, and a great conversationalist. During the conversation she revealed to me that she was a lifestyle Dominatrix and explained a good deal about the subject of CBT to me. Finally, the time came to leave and we got back into her car for the drive to my place. When we arrived in front of my building, I thanked her and told her what a delightful time I had had getting acquainted and for the ride home. “Just a thought,” she said, as I was getting out of the car. I have space rented in a warehouse area and have furnished my own private dungeon there.” “If you would be interested in dropping by next Saturday evening, I’d be happy to help further your CBT education with a little practical experience.” “Wonderful,” I replied. “I’d enjoy that very much.” “Good,” she said, handing me a business type card. “You will find the address here, and please meet me there at 9:00 PM.” Arrangements made, we said goodnight and she drove away.

The time had come and I walked tentatively towards the large steel entry door. At the bottom, I noticed what appeared to be an over sized “doggie” door. Pushing it with my foot, I saw that it swung on hinges towards the interior. As I was about to knock on the door, I saw a note taped to the door at eye level. The note read, “Remove all of your clothing, including underwear outside this door. Crawl through the swinging door at the bottom, leave your clothing at the door, and crawl on all fours along the painted white line until you find your next set of instructions.” I looked around nervously, not being much for exhibitionism, but satisfied there was no one about, I quickly stripped off my shoes, socks, shirt, pants, and boxer shorts. I rolled the articles of clothing into a neat package using my pants and then stopped and crawled through the “doggie” door. Once inside I peered down the dimly lit corridor ahead. By the light of burning torches placed in holders along the walls, I was able to make out the painted line on the floor. The torches cast ominous shadows on the walls adding to my feelings of anxiety. I left my clothing by the door and naked, crawled on all fours along the painted line. After several hundred feet I encountered a second note left on the floor next to the painted line. It read, “Lie flat on your back with your legs bent and spread as wide as possible. Support your legs by grasping them behind the bend of your knees with your hands. I will be along shortly to inspect the merchandise.” I did as instructed, wondering what I had gotten myself into.