Thread: Ownership [Minnie & Devilla]

From the first few letters of the email, my heart jumped into my throat, and stayed there, beating furiously, as I intently read the contents. Someone had seen me. Someone had noticed me there, at the club. The thought was frightening. It chilled me to the bone, but at the same time, I began to cold sweat, nerves gripping my gut in a vice grip. By the end of the letter, I was trembling. I had never told anyone about my dark desires, but this woman, this Madame Devilla, she spoke directly about this secret of mine. A person I had never met, or even seen, was writing to me like she knew me. Not just knew me, but knew the part of me I didn't tell anyone else. Not even my boyfriend. It was scary. But more than scary, it was exciting. I felt like I was in a movie. In a dark, sexy plot, of spying and intrigues. And I was the main character. Being invited. I had been chosen. Among everyone that were there that night, she had chosen me. Little, inadequate me. I hadn't even done or said anything. I had felt almost invisible most of the time. But she had taken notice of me. I felt flattered, I couldn't deny that. Even if it was a woman. I mean, I'm not a professed lesbian. But since it was a woman, I was less creeped out by it. I actually felt a surge of confidence. But at the same time, I was panicking. I put the phone away, and tried to forget, but I couldn't. I went to bed, but I was all shaky. I couldn't sleep. I lay there, nervous, and all I could think about was that email, and the car coming to pick me up in the morning. Eventually I slept a little, but it was a restless sleep. I awoke of my own accord two whole hours before the car was going to come. My boyfriend lay sleeping, having come back when I had fallen asleep. I go and take a shower, washing away the night's nervous sweating. I try to eat something, but I can't stomach a single bite of anything. I wait, pacing, after I readied my clothes from the night before. The blouse was still a little wet with sweat. But in the email, it had said that I had to wear the same outfit. Would this Devilla notice if I changed it to a clean top? I wasn't inclined to put on the dirty one. But when the time began to near, I put the dirty one on anyway. It smelled a little rank, so she put on some perfume. I readied my face, and my hair, while I was waiting. I wanted to curl my hair, to look nice, since my hair was perpetually flat. But maybe this woman liked it that way. So I just combed it neatly, giving me a smart forelock. It wasn't until I was already in the car, way on my way, that I began to think about what I was doing. This was crazy. This was another very bad idea. It was even worse than going to that sleazy club. It might be the worst idea I have acted on yet. Take a chance, as you only live once . The words echoed in my head, steering my thoughts in the other direction. It was now or never. I had to take the chance. If not now, then maybe not ever. Maybe no Madame or whatever would ever take genuine interest in me again. I had to do it. I had to see what was on the other side. The mansion looked like a small palace. I stared up at it, as I stood outside of the huge home. It made me feel tiny and worthless. It made me feel like trash. I clutch my black leather purse, to hold onto something safe. The car drove away behind me. Swallowing, I made my way up the steps, and rung the doorbell. It seemed almost too quaint, I mean, a doorbell for such a house? Wasn't a churchbell more appropriate?