CHAPTER 6: THE GREEN RIBBON

THEMES: Break- in fantasy, Truth or Dare Confession, Obsessed stalker, Masked Identity, Consensual Non Consent.

KINKS: Knife play, Choking/Breath play, Bondage/Restraint, Spanking, Sex toys, Orgasm denial, Dirty Talk, Praise kink, Voyeuristic tension.

"I wish someone would break into my house and fuck me with a knife to my throat."

Immediately I say this, the room goes very quiet.

I can still hear the clink of bottles, and the shifting of bodies on the couch, but no one is laughing anymore.

Why though, it was a dare they gave me----- "Tell your deepest fantasy."

Why are they all so quiet now?

This is embarrassing.

“I…” I try to chuckle, but it comes out as a strangled sound.

"It's... just a fantasy.”

Still no one says anything in reply and just stare at me awkwardly.

Finally, my best friend clears her throat, "Okay... who's up for the next dare?"

And so they continue the game, but I feel like the damage's been done.

Why had I even said that out loud?

I should have lied and said something cute or vanilla, but now...

I sigh mentally, they're all going to look at me weirdly tomorrow.

I bet they all think I need mental help and therapy sessions.

Thinking quickly, I find an excuse to leave the group in my best friend's room, feeling shame curl around me as I walk past her house's gate and down the road.

I’m three blocks from my apartment------ just half way home----- when my phone buzzes in my jeans.

Pausing for just a second, I dip my right hand into my pocket and pull out my phone, half wondering who could be calling me.

However when I look down at my phone's screen, I realise that it's a text message not a phone call and it's from an unsaved number.

>>> If you really want what you said, tie a green ribbon to your door handle and leave it unlocked.

Instantly I stop walking, my thoughts immediately telling me what this person is talking about, and in a way, I don't think so...

And so I type back a reply: <<< What do you mean?

>>> Your fantasy.

Staring at the reply that came almost immediately, my first thought is that it’s a prank, but my second is worse:

I want it so bad that my thighs press together, and I draw in quick breaths, completely forgetting that I'm still outside on the empty streets by 9pm.

Still... this is strange.

If this turns out to be a prank I'm doomed, I won't be able to show myself at------

Another text comes in, >>> Choose a safe word.

Biting my lips, I text back; <<< Who are you?

I wait for ten seconds, fifteen seconds, twenty five seconds at yet there's no new reply from this sender.

Tentatively I ask: Are you a male?

>>> Yes.

My lips part gently at this, and I stare at my phone's screen until the letters on it so start to blur in my eyesight.

Again I bite my lip; If this is be real, then it's rather risky for me to invite a stranger into my home but then------

... Isn't that the whole point of my fantasy?

... To be ravished by a strange man who'll walk into my home?

If this is real and I let this opportunity pass me by, then I might never know what fulfilling my fantasy would feel like.

So, with my heart literally beating, between my legs, I type out my reply and sent it quickly before I can talk myself out of it.

>>> My safe word is Knife.

He doesn't reply, and I almost think that he's changed he's mind until a minute later his reply comes in.

<<< Good girl.

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I'm home now,----- actually outside my unlocked front door-----,holding on to the green ribbon I'd pulled out from my hair while my hands shake as I tie it to the door's handle.

When I'm done I take a look at my handiwork and shake my head at how ridiculous and silly the ribbon I made in a bow looks on the door.

“This is insane,” I whisper to no one in particular.

“This is absolutely insane.”

However even on saying this, I don't take the ribbon off and go back into the house, leaving the door closed but unlocked behind me.

Then I head to my room, and while waiting for him decide to shower.

However when I'm done, I don't blow-dry my hair, but instead move to put on thongs and a black two piece lingerie.

Then I walk up to the full length mirror at the other end of my room and take a look at myself, even doing a 360° turn to check myself out.

Satisfied, I head over to my bed and lie down.

However within a few minutes of waiting, I get tired and sit up.

But the minutes go on, and then hours, and he still hadn't come.

Still trying to have a little hope, I take my gaze to the little alarm clock by my bed but my hopes instantly dash to pieces when I see what time it is now.

It's 11:30 pm.

I'm not even sure how or when I let out the heavy sigh that escaped my lips.

He's not coming.

I sigh, looking down at my outfit that now looks ridiculous in my eyes----- I shouldn't have bothered with this.

... I should have known that people messaging you to fulfill your fantasies only happens in books.

Sighing again, I stand up from my bed and bend down to take off my thong, pulling it off my leg and angrily tossing it at my wardrobe while walking towards it.

Who knows if this was a set up? I think as I remove my lingerie and pull open my wardrobe, dumping it there and taking out a big t- shirt before closing the wardrobe back.

Well, I guess I'll just have to worry about that tomorrow.

I'm too tired from disappointed to think properly.

Now back at my bed, I take out a pair of panties from my bedside drawer and put it on along with my t- shirt, then crawl into bed.

I'll just close my eyes and rest for twenty minutes then I'll go downstairs and lock the front door.

... However on thinking that, I end up falling asleep.

Sometime later, I'm woken up by a sound of some sort but I'm too tired to actually move to go downstairs to check it, and instead groggily open my eyes

... Only to see a skeleton masked face staring down at me.