The House

9. LONG You stand and dry yourself off

You stand and dry yourself off with one of the luxurious towels. Your clothing on the floor seems out of place against the rest of the bathroom so you pick a bathrobe up to put on. You cinch its silken tie around your waist and head to the back of the bathroom.

If you hadn’t seen a woman walk though you wouldn’t have known there was a door there, the seam is barely visible – the only thing that gives it away for sure is a tiny gold embossed escutcheon that you’re sure will fit your silver key.

You hold your key up straight and press it in and turn and hear something deep inside the wall unlock. The marble spins like a mad scientist’s bookcase in a movie, allowing you entry into a dark hall with a distant light. You take the key out and step in and the door slides shut behind you – and up ahead you hear two gasps.

Unable to find your way back now, you go towards the light at the end of the hall, where the gasping sounds are becoming low moans. Reaching the doorway, you feel safe again – inside the room everything’s bathed in warm and welcoming light – including the two women making out on a massive white bed. White columns of fabric hanging from a vaulted ceiling hide the rest of the room’s décor.

The redhead from before sees you first and startles, looking bashful. “I couldn’t help myself, Mistress. I was still turned on.”

The woman she was kissing has black features, dark hair, and full lips that she’s using to smile indulgently at you. Underneath the sheets their legs are twined, and you don’t see any hands.

Someone’s hand slides under the sheets again at hip height and the redhead breathes roughly, still looking at you. “Mistress, is this where you want to be?”

Do you want to leave? If so, touch here.

Do you want to stay? If so, touch here.