Chapter 8

First, I ruffled my hair, then wrapped a bath towel around me, giving the appearance I was going for a shower, and opened the door. Motorbike guy looked me up and down lasciviously and said, “Another box for Tara Brown.”

“Thank you,” I said curtly, still believing he was Mike, took hold of the box and hurried to get a pair of scissors and open it.

On opening the box, I found a warning note. “Please read the letter carefully before you go any further.” Oh, my God. Is Mr Stalker being melodramatic? It’s a bit too late for that now. I’m hooked, and I want to see where this takes me.

As I opened the letter, my hands were shaking. I hope I’ve done everything he wanted. Am I going to meet the guy? I want him. I need his cock inside me. He’s got me doing almost anything he wants me to do.

With my hands shaking, I read the letter. “Dear Tara. You were beautiful last night, a perfect vision of beauty, and you even slept in your basque and stockings, and you gave good old Doc Johnson a serious workout.”

At this point, I stopped reading and wandered into my bedroom. I looked everywhere, trying to find the spy cam. But I couldn’t find one.

What the fuck! This guy knows everything about me. With trepidation, I read on. “You have one more test to perform, and if you do that successfully, we will meet face-to-face on Monday. Tonight, at 8pm, you will wear an upper body harness, which you will find in the box. Secure it tightly around your chest and boobs. Also, there are handcuffs and a latex hood. Use the crotchless panties from yesterday. You will leave your back door unlocked and flash your lounge room lights three times, and by doing that, you are telling me you have accepted my terms. Then, you will put on the hood and cuff your hands behind your back. I will come in and release your hands once I have filled your cunt with my seed. Should you not want to continue, do not turn your lights on and off. Our destiny awaits.”

I sat down shaking. Am I about to become the stalker’s slut? I shouldn’t do this, but I had to try. My curiosity was getting the better of me. One side of my brain screamed out. “Don’t do it. You don’t know this guy.” The other said. “Go ahead and enjoy life, be daring for once.”

At seven-thirty, I put on the crotchless panties and secured the harness tightly around my chest and tits. My nipples became engorged immediately with the restricted blood flow. I stood in front of the window at 8pm. A few minutes later, I walked over to my light switch and turned the lights on and off three times as instructed. With a big sigh, I pulled the hood over my head, plunging me into total darkness. It clung tightly to my skin but had holes for my nose and mouth. I gulped as I snapped the handcuffs together behind my back. I was vulnerable, with no possible means of escape. Had I done the right thing?