New Story: The Instruction

First of all a big thanks to all my readers, it seems you really liked my blog on “What if punishment isn’t?” I hit a new record for daily hits and I think I have had more likes on that post then I had on any other post before. So thank you, very much from the bottom of my heart.

This makes it sounds a bit like I am actually writing for the hits and likes and nothing could be further from the truth. I write because I have to, because I want to and because, after a fashion I like to write. I will not deny that I still struggle at times with finding topics week in week out. Regular readers of my blog will know that if I truly suffer from finding a topic to write, I tend to write freestyle, or as I am apt to name it: waffle a lot about nothing.

But I digress, as I was saying the opening paragraph does make it sound like the hits and likes are all that what matters in the end, but by and large my real satisfaction comes from having written a good blog, for my own feeling a good blog. The likes, the obvious signs of love that are bestowed upon me, are literally the icing on the cake and very much appreciated! So again; thank you very much!! I am really happy and pleased that you all enjoyed my blog so much.

For those interested, a couple of weeks ago, I wrote how I was struck down with a nasty bug in the form of a cold and a fever to boot. The good news of that is that I am quite sure to declare myself fully recovered to full health. I am no longer feeling like an old tea towel, and the cough is gone as well, which means I get a decent amount of sleep and my sides stop hurting as well. So yay!! Now if the weather will actually improve so we can have nice spring and bacon. That would be awesome.

In a little bit of worse news; Yesterday I was looking for some of my writing materials, mainly the work I had done on “Self Control” and especially chapter seven, and I found all was a single text file containing three hundred twenty-five words. I was gutted, devastated and a foul mood. Luckily most of the story is actually here on wordpress. But I lost probably a good five hundred words all in all on a new chapter. Yes, I had backups, but not good enough ones apparently.

The side effect of that is that I am not going to be writing about chapter seven. At least not this week, the pain is a bit too fresh and recent. However; I have another story lying around that I will give you instead. So please sit back and enjoy the first part of “The Instruction”.

# What will happen, if you find a mysterious box and ominous instructions?

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The Instruction (a short story)

CHAPTER I

Luce looked at the box sitting on her dinner table. A simple square box, a deep dark red that it almost looked like black, with a simple white note affixed to the top by a bright red ribbon.

She had found the box on the steps up to her home when she returned from a quick trip to the shops. She had stepped back onto the street and looked both ways, but apart from some shoppers walking at the end of the street, at this time of the afternoon as often was the case, was simply deserted. Yet in the less than five minutes that she had been gone, someone had left this on her steps.

Curiosity however, quickly overcame her and she had carried the box into her house and put it on her dinner table. Standing in the doorway of her kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil, Luce rested one elbow on top of the back of her arm, a finger leaning against her lips as she stared in thought at the box, wondering who send it.

There had been no address, postage marks, stamps, or any other identifying marks on it.  Nothing at all but her name on the envelope. Now, armed with a cup of green tea she sat down at her table and pulled the box closer and spun the box around around slowly as if to look for any hidden clues but finding none what so ever.

She reached up and with trembling fingers removed the envelope from the ribbon and flipped it around. There was precarious little to go on.

“Well, here goes nothing“, she thought to herself as she edged the note from the envelope and opened it.  Her eyes opened wide in surprise. The note was meticulously calligraphed and the red letters contrasted brightly with the white paper.

Luce gasped as she read the instructions, her lips subconsciously moving as she read the words.

“Lucille,

Obey the following instructions and you will be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams and fantasies.

On Sunday, at noon, you are expected to stand in the middle of your living room. Face the back window. You are to be naked, shaved, and showered, with no make up. You will wear the collar and cuffs, attach the  rings to the cuffs and close *all*  the locks. You will also apply the ball gag  and blindfold.

The only thing you will otherwise wear are black heels of minimum 3 inches in height.

You will indicate your compliance by dropping the keys in the enclosed envelope and leave them outside on your doorstep tonight. On Sunday, make sure your front door is unlocked and open.

You will tell no one about this. Nobody.

Failure to comply with these instructions will have severe consequences.

Do not .. disobey…“

She frowned at the tone and the words in the note. The fact that someone knew her given name, rather than the one she went by, was something she found extremely worrying. Clearly the person who was pursuing her, had done it’s homework and had a lot of information on her.What else did he, she, they know?

Putting the note down she finally pulled the box towards her. Unwrapping the ribbon, she slid the lid off the box and peeked inside. Curled within each other, she saw the four rubber cuffs and the collar, the ball gag and on the bottom, a bright red wrap of satin, which she surmised was to be her blindfold.

She carefully picked up the cuffs and studied them. Deep black with a red rim, the two metal D-Rings stood brightly against the dark rubber. Putting the cuffs aside she took the ball gag out and carefully lifted the satin blindfold out. Her fingers stroked the soft cloth and for a moment she brought it to her eyes, holding it loosely behind her her head.

Luce blushed and sighed, annoyed at herself as she feel her pulse quickening and her heart beating in her throat with a tingling mix of nervousness and fear. Silently chastising herself she unwrapped the blindfold and set it down on the table.

When she looked a last time in the box, the only things left were a metal oval ring and interconnected rings and a 10 small but sturdy padlocks and on the bottom, barely visible the envelope. Just a normal one, but black and when she shook it in her hands, it sounded like there were keys inside. But, unlike the envelope that was on the top of the box, this one was sealed.

Sighing softly, Luce carefully put all the items back into the box and closed the lid and shook her head. Walking back into the kitchen, Luce stared out of the window, down at the street below. She wondered who was behind this and what their motives were. She could not deny that part of her wanted this to happen. While Sunday was not far off, she had some time to make up her mind. It was only Friday afternoon, after all.

But not matter what happened the rest of the afternoon, Luce could not shake the feelings of both fear and excitement from her. It kept creeping into her mind and thoughts. Several times she thought about putting the box out of sight but each time she could not bring herself to do it. And thus it remained, sitting on her dinner table, in her view.

So, she passed the evening, trying to figure out who could have send her the box, who was this stranger that wanted her to submit to this. And no matter how she racked her brain she could not come up with a single meaningful answer.

Finally, she gave up and made her way to her bedroom.  But as she undressed the feeling she forgot something nagged her conscious and the words in the note, kept echoing through her mind. With a sigh, she turned and wrapped a night gown around her.

Her hands trembled lightly as she slid her hands into the box and picked up the envelope. Slowly she made her way to the front-door. She looked at the letter box. She could just slip it through there and it would fall down at the front. She put the envelope half way through it but hesitated for a moment.

Luce shook her head and pulled the envelope back. She could not risk it falling just somewhere. She would have to go out and place it carefully on top of the steps. Her hands reached up and unlocked the door. The outside air was, despite the warmth of the day still quite chilly and bit into her exposed body. Quickly she stepped outside the door, her whole body quivering as she placed the black envelope under the flower pot. It should stay safe there without blowing away.

As she stepped back, a gust of wind tore at her night gown, pulling it asunder. Luce yelped and jumped inside, falling against the door as she slammed it behind her, her hand on her chest, her heart pounding in her throat.

Suddenly the absurdity of the situation hit her and she burst out in a giggle. Here she was actually telling someone to come and get her and yet she was afraid of being seen naked in an empty street at night.

Locking up and turning the lights out behind her, Luce slipped between her covers with a grin and soon fell asleep, only her laboured breathing an indication to what she was dreaming.

CHAPTER II

The following morning, Luce stepped into her living room, and stretching luxuriously as the light of the afternoon sun poured in through the windows. Yawning softly and tugging her bath robe around her, she padded into the kitchen and started the coffee.

Moving back into the living room with a steaming cup in her hands, Luce sat down on her couch, leaning her head against the cushion and stared at the box. It was still sitting where she left it, on her dinner table. She stared at it without seeing it really.  Her mind still half asleep, was working through the possible scenarios.

So many stories she read over the years, from romantic fiction to hardcore smut. Always enjoying those where there was little choice, the uncertainty, the risk of loosing yourself. Biting softly on her bottom lip, Luce stared intently at the box without looking, almost as transfixed on it, an all to familiar warmness spreading through her body.

Part of her wanted to reach into the box and put these wonderful items on. The whole ideas was so enticing, so forbidden, and thus to her, so deliciously erotic. It was almost literally, if someone has read all her fantasies and made them come true.

With a jump, her day dreaming was rudely interrupted as the phone on the table next to her sprang to life. Softly cursing the interruption under her breath, Luce picked up the phone, groaning as she realised it was her mother.

Thirty minutes later Luce put the phone back on the stand and glanced shortly at the box before pushing herself off the sofa and making her way into the shower. The spell had been broken by the phone call and she knew she really had to get a move on with the day if she wanted to make it into town for the shopping.

When she stepped outside her door, her first look was directly at the plant pot next to her. Expecting half to see the envelope still there, with a shock she realised that it was gone. Luce looked over the railing and into the small front garden, even going as far as looking over the small hedge in her neighbours garden to see if it had gone there. But there was no sign. So either it had been collected and thus she had said she was up for it, or it was gone.

This uncertainty tucked at her heart and mind as she walked towards town. Both wondering if it had gone wrong and hoping it had and wishing fervently it had not and that everything was going as what was planned for her.

Town had been chaotic and busy, but Luce had been able to do all that she wanted and spend most of the early evening cleaning her apartment. While not something she would have done normally, she felt that it was needed, even though she was not sure that she would be able to go through with it, if she had to let people in her home when it was messy.

But even that was soon done and Luce sat at her table, looking at the box, holding the top corners between her fingers, sliding it slightly left and right in silent contemplation. She knew the danger of something horribly going wrong was there but she felt the excitement building.

So she spend much of the evening. But just before her bedtime, for the briefest moment she rested her head on her arms and and closed her eyes.

“To hell with it all…“, she murmured into the empty room, more to herself then anything else.

When she looked up, a look of determination was on her face as she pushed away from the table and made her way to bed.

CHAPTER III

Luce stepped into the living room, it was another beautiful day. The sun bathed her living room on days like this, with all the wood on the floor and the soft earth tones, in a soft golden glow. She hesitated at the door.

While this was certainly not the first time that she has walked through her apartment naked, today, the very air felt different, it felt charged with promise and excitement, tinged with a hint of fear and the unknown.

Haven gotten up early this morning, way to excited to sleep in, Luce had taken the time to take a relaxing bath, to wash her hair and shave herself completely, and giving her plenty of time to relax and get ready. But now she knew she could no longer wait as she crossed the room, without further hesitation and went straight for the box.

She smiled to herself as she lifted the red ribbon from the box and used it to tie her hair in a pony tail. The trailing end of the silk caressed the nape of her neck. She shivered and bit her bottom lip as she slowly lifted the cover from the box. Carefully Luce lifted the cuffs and collars out of the box and set them on the deep brown of wood of her table. Next she picked up the blindfold and ball gag and the 6 golden little locks. She put the box on one of the chairs so it was out of sight for the moment.

Carefully she picked up the ankle cuff and, gracefully put the the tip of her foot onto the chair as she bend over, and slipped the rubber cuff around her ankle and cinched it tight. Quickly she changed feet and looked down to the rubber cuffs adorning her ankles.

Picking up the wrist cuffs, she slid them around her wrists and pulled them tight. Luce held her hands out in front of her and smiles. The cuffs felt tight but not uncomfortably so. She turned her hands and admired them from all sides. Hooking her fingers into the D-rings she gave the cuffs a firm tugging.

“Hmm wow,” Luce talked out loud, “they certainly are pretty sturdy”

With trembling fingers Luce picked up the collar and her fingers stroked over the rubber feeling the cold material sliding under her touch. Taking a deep gulp of air, she brought the collar to her neck and wrapped it carefully until it met at the back of her neck, sliding the strap through the buckles and pulling the collar tightly before tucking the remainder of the straps through the loops.

Luce could see her own naked reflection in the windows, like a pale fairy from another world, her skirt accentuated by the cuffs encircling her ankles, wrists and throat.  She traced her fingers around the rim of the collar, watching in a detached fascination as her counterpart in the glass mirrored her exact movements.

Picking up the ball gag from the table she licked her lips and opened her mouth, it took her a second try to seat it properly behind her teeth. It was a little bit bigger then what she was used to. And a lot more effective as well. She tried to talk but the ball made any kind of speech unintelligible, not to mentioned very muffled. Reaching up, she buckled the straps behind her head, just under her pony tail.

Taking a moment to think what was next, Luce bend down and connected the three rings to her ankle cuffs, snapping the first locks close. She shivered softly as the dry click seemed to echo deep inside her. Taking the second metal ring, she locked it quickly onto her right wrist.

She knew she could still escape this, but deep inside her, a fire burned as never before. She knew she wanted this, she had dreamt so often about scenarios this. She just had to see this through. Something inside told her to believe that no harm would come to her as long as she did what was asked her.

Luce’s nose flared up as she took a deep breath and started to lock the restraints with the help of the padlock. Each dry click hung into the air and drove her excitement further and higher.  As she came to the collar she waited a moment, looking in the mirror a last time. Her cheeks bulging and her lips stretched around the ball, her body adorned with cuffs.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she quickly pressed the padlock through it’s hole and snapped it shut. At the same time pressing her legs together in excitement. The gag was similarly locked soon. Only two things remained; the blindfold and her wrists behind her.

The blindfold proved little trouble, but she had to put a bit of effort into lock the second ring to her handcuffs and press the little padlock close. It seemed to be intent on slipping away from her fingers. That she had limited movement in her arms did not help her. She swore into her gag but it came out as a series of uncomprehending grunts.

Finally she could put enough pressure on the padlock and it slid shut with a resolute click. Luce gasped both in relief and from the effort it had taken her. But she was not offered much respite as she heard the clock on the mantle piece strike twelve.

It was time…

Luce heard the door open and close with that oh so familiar sound and her heart skipped a beat. How often had she not heard that sound and knew that it meant being home and the reassurances that brought that with them. Now, for the first time, the sound made her feel very nervous and scared.

At this moment, she knew, there was actually no way back. Not only was she by all means pretty helpless, the fact was, they were inside her house. A soft whimper escaped her throat. Not that anything louder would really had helped, the ball-gag seated between her lips what very effective in silencing her.

All she could do was wait. She heard the door to the living room opening and could hear the foot steps approaching her. Luce’s breathing quickened and then she felt a hand in the back of her neck ….

(to be continued)

And that, as they say is that. I hope you all enjoyed this story and are looking forward to the eventually second part of this, where we will see who is after Luce and what they want from her. But for now it is good night from me and I hope you all have an enjoyable Sunday. Of course, you can read the full story on it’s own on its very own story page.

Stay safe, have fun, be smart!
Lexi