donkeykong1776:Predicament - Word of the Daypredicament, noun | \ pri-ˈdi-kə-məntCONDITION, STATEesp
donkeykong1776:Predicament - Word of the Daypredicament, noun | \ pri-ˈdi-kə-məntCONDITION, STATEespecially : a difficult, perplexing, or trying situation An hour earlier she’d received the message. The package has been secured. Delivery within the hour. And now, hearing the whirring of the motor that opened the heavy steel door of the underground garage she felt herself begin to moisten with anticipation. She listened intently, enjoying the sound of the innocuous industrial truck making its way inside, the opening and closing of its heavy rear door as the cargo was unloaded, followed by the ominous thud of the overhead steel door after its exit.The corners of her lips curl upward slightly when a second message is received. Delivery is complete.She emerges from behind the wooden doors, her head turning toward the familiar and oh so delicious muffled sounds of an unsuspecting male… still unsure where, or why, he has found himself in his current predicament.The bound and gagged man hears the clicking of heels slowly approaching on the hard floor, then finds himself looking up at a gorgeous woman, his gaze level with her alluring breasts barely contained within her black corset.Her hand reaches out, gently caressing his face. His mind reels. He has seen this woman before, but where? “I apologize for the rather unorthodox method of bringing you to my home,” she purrs. “But I find that it sets the appropriate tone for the evening, as well as for my expectations of you.”He thought to himself, who is this woman??Stepping closer so that his face was nestled gently into her cleavage, she murmured, “You are of course welcome to leave if you like. But, if you stay, you will address me as Mistress Abigail and you will be mine to do with as I please.”Abigail? Abigail?? Then, it him. Abigail. His summer intern at the law firm ten years ago.Sensing his recognition she gave him a playful wink. “The choice is yours David. Would you like to leave? Or, would you prefer to stay so I can make you mine?”His mind reeled, but in a dazed voice he managed to reply, “Stay…..I want to stay.”With a soft, knowing laugh she purred, “Of course you do. In that case, let’s begin… court is now in session.” -- source link