Alex pulled Heather into his room. As soon as they were standing together in the middle of the room, he took her other hand, and together with the gardenia, rubbed her hands together with his. The aroma of gardenia suffused the room, and it was now on her hands and on his hands.
“Gardenia will be your safe word. With this scent on our hands and body, and in the room, you can’t possibly forget it now. Unless you say it, you’re mine.” Alex explained.
He took her purse and her small bag of things and placed them on the couch. Heather stood as if she was rooted to the floor. She could hear the sounds of Sade playing in the room, and was slowly coming to the realization that here was her master. The person who could demand everything of her. The one who could instruct her and she would comply. The one who would touch her the way HE wanted to touch her, not the way she wanted him to touch her. Even thoughts would come from him, not from her mind.
Alex walked over to the bed, where he had some things hotel towels laid out. Clearly, something was under the towels, but Heather had no clue what. The first item he picked up was a satin scarf. Glossy and glittering, it was royal scarlet in color. He walked up to her, kissed her once softly, long, on the lips, and then walked behind her and began fastening the scarf over her eyes. As he had promised, the lights in the room went out. She could no longer see anything, but her senses compensated. The smell of gardenia seemed stronger than it was before. Every sound seemed magnified, from the music playing, to the “shuss-shuss” sound of the scarf as he tied it firmly on her head.
“I brought some clothes that I want you to wear tonight, so I’m going to undress you and put them on you” Alex almost whispered to her. He began to unbutton her blouse in the back, slowly working each button loose. Heather’s pulse pounded in her ears, and she felt her chest flush with excitement. When he was done unbuttoning her, his hands slid down the sides of her chest, slowly, as if drawing a picture for him of her form. At her hips, Alex paused, and then lifted her blouse and began pulling it over her head. She was now standing in front of him, with only her bra to cover her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect, he noticed with a smile.
Alex continued removing Heather’s clothes, slowly and sensually. Bra next, then her slacks, then her panties. She felt very exposed, yet very intimate. Never had it seemed like anyone had taken the time that he had, but Heather knew that even if he chose to take hours, she wouldn’t resist him. After what seemed like ages, she was completely naked and standing exposed before him.
Heather heard Alex move about the room. She trembled, not knowing what to do or say, but not willing to move or say anything. She heard the bed creek slightly, and she realized that he was now sitting on the bed, probably looking right at her. “You’re beautiful, Heather!” he murmured. She smiled. Now more sounds of clothing. He was removing his own clothes. She longed to see what he looked like, but dare not consider removing the blindfold. Heather felt, more than sensed, as he approached her once again. This time, his hands went around her neck as he fastened a choker on her. She thought it would feel rough, like leather or metal, but it was velvety soft and warm. She imagined it to be a black choker, with a pretty jewel in the front. It felt snug around her neck, and her pulse pounded against it. Another couple of seconds of admiration, and Alex slipped a sheer satin teddy over her upper half. It felt so slight. She begged him telepathically: “what, no shorts??”, but perhaps he wasn’t listening. Perhaps he had his own ideas anyhow…
Alex took her hand in his, and placed another hand at the small of her back as he guided her to a spot in the room. Once there, he turned her around and gently pushed her down until she could feel a plush chair touch her skin. She sank into the chair, marveling at the fact that she couldn’t even remember SEEING a chair in the room.
She heard Alex kneel next to her and whisper into her ear “Put your arms around the back of the chair.” As she did, she heard him groan and comment “Ah, that pushes up your breasts – you have such beautiful tits…”
She felt him tie another scarf, this time softer and more delicate, to one wrist, then to the other, and to something else. She could barely move her arms, which was, she realized, probably the point.