Dorothy asked for a little story in a line I am not used to writing...
So I will try to make Dorothy Brown's fantasies happen here. There will be few illustrasions unless some of our more talented members wish to contribute...
I never thought I would venture this far. I’m a mother with great kids and a husband that loves me. And yet I ran an ad in the ‘Times’ and I got a response! I cannot believe I am here. The reply said I was to go to the public restroom off the square. It closes at ten PM but I had received a post with a key in it. At 10:15 I went to door and, after checking to see if anyone was watching, I put the key in the lock and turned it.
I took a deep breath. My hands shake and anyone with an ounce of sense would turn and run. I opened the door and walked in. I laid my clutch on the counter and pulled the envelope out. The handwriting on its face read ‘Do not open until you arrive and have locked the door.’ I tore open the envelope and read the note inside.
“If you go any farther there is no turning back.
Strip naked but your shoes and collar and place your clothes neatly on the vanity, then sit and wait.
Remember I am watching you”
What does he want? What a question; I asked for this! Do I do it like a 27 year old house wife and a mother of two or do it like some slut? I wasn’t sure I could pull the ‘slut’ thing off so I just undressed. Plus I know how to fold clothes so they don’t wrinkle. I don’t know if I could dance and toss my dress and undies convincingly since I’d only be thinking about how many times I told the kids to pick their clothes up. So I was naked except for the red pumps and the lace choker my… my rendezvous had sent me. The only other adornment was some eye make-up and bright red lipstick. I sat nervously on the black wood chain under the light in the room, covering myself the best I could with my arms.
I looked around and saw the smoked plastic half-globes on the ceiling that housed the security cameras. If you’re in a stall you can’t see them and they can’t see you. They claim they are not monitored live and every twenty four the data stored is written over unless an incident occurs. I was sitting in a public part of the facility wondering if my naked self in a men’s restroom would be considered an ‘incident’.
I nearly fell of the chain when a voice came from a speaker somewhere above me. “I feel generous tonight, Dorothy Brown. I am offering you one last chance to leave. Take the key, nothing else, and go to the door and leave.”
I picked up the key and looked at it then at my dress, bra and panties folded neatly on the counter. The voice sternly reminded me “Take only the key if you choose to leave.”
I knew then I was certainly being watched! I walked over to the sink and looked at the mirror and the dark horizontal slot between the tiles below the glass. There is one in our bathroom at home. It’s where the men used to dispose of their ‘safety razors’. I shoved the key through the slot and turned and leaned against the vanity. I cleared my throat and said as calmly as I could “I’m yours now. I’ve surrendered…”
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So I will try to make Dorothy Brown's fantasies happen here. There will be few illustrasions unless some of our more talented members wish to contribute...
I never thought I would venture this far. I’m a mother with great kids and a husband that loves me. And yet I ran an ad in the ‘Times’ and I got a response! I cannot believe I am here. The reply said I was to go to the public restroom off the square. It closes at ten PM but I had received a post with a key in it. At 10:15 I went to door and, after checking to see if anyone was watching, I put the key in the lock and turned it.
I took a deep breath. My hands shake and anyone with an ounce of sense would turn and run. I opened the door and walked in. I laid my clutch on the counter and pulled the envelope out. The handwriting on its face read ‘Do not open until you arrive and have locked the door.’ I tore open the envelope and read the note inside.
“If you go any farther there is no turning back.
Strip naked but your shoes and collar and place your clothes neatly on the vanity, then sit and wait.
Remember I am watching you”
What does he want? What a question; I asked for this! Do I do it like a 27 year old house wife and a mother of two or do it like some slut? I wasn’t sure I could pull the ‘slut’ thing off so I just undressed. Plus I know how to fold clothes so they don’t wrinkle. I don’t know if I could dance and toss my dress and undies convincingly since I’d only be thinking about how many times I told the kids to pick their clothes up. So I was naked except for the red pumps and the lace choker my… my rendezvous had sent me. The only other adornment was some eye make-up and bright red lipstick. I sat nervously on the black wood chain under the light in the room, covering myself the best I could with my arms.
I looked around and saw the smoked plastic half-globes on the ceiling that housed the security cameras. If you’re in a stall you can’t see them and they can’t see you. They claim they are not monitored live and every twenty four the data stored is written over unless an incident occurs. I was sitting in a public part of the facility wondering if my naked self in a men’s restroom would be considered an ‘incident’.
I nearly fell of the chain when a voice came from a speaker somewhere above me. “I feel generous tonight, Dorothy Brown. I am offering you one last chance to leave. Take the key, nothing else, and go to the door and leave.”
I picked up the key and looked at it then at my dress, bra and panties folded neatly on the counter. The voice sternly reminded me “Take only the key if you choose to leave.”
I knew then I was certainly being watched! I walked over to the sink and looked at the mirror and the dark horizontal slot between the tiles below the glass. There is one in our bathroom at home. It’s where the men used to dispose of their ‘safety razors’. I shoved the key through the slot and turned and leaned against the vanity. I cleared my throat and said as calmly as I could “I’m yours now. I’ve surrendered…”
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