You Shall Go Into That Closet, And Take Off All Your Clothes

You Shall Go into That Closet, and Take Off All Your Clothes

By: Tucker Bradley Sloan

TRIGGER WARNING: Strong sexual content and dialogue, language, bizarre behavior, brutal and sexual violence, gore.

As we approached, I recognized the castle from an old book. It was Sayemontess. It was real. So, whatever challenge may lie ahead, it was all set up by Dominic. I had received his childishly written invitation. All his I’s were dotted with circles. His driver had nice music. I would never forget the following lyric:

“And the time will be our time.

And the grass will pay no mind.” – Neil Diamond.

Pierre greeted me, and swiftly took me back to a room without a view. The only view would be of me looking at myself in the mirror in the closet. On the way, Pierre, I believe that was his name, strangely asked, “I read, once, that it takes up to 24 hours to get a woman fully ready for sex, but it only takes a man a few seconds. So, tell me, how long can you stay awake tonight? Just to let you know- there is no guarantee of orgasm. With you and with me.”

We reached the room.

“Once you see my sex. Once I have seen yours- you may touch yourself for the first hour, but when the hour is up, you will do only with your hands what I instruct you to do. Understood?” said Pierre.

“I’m not tired.” Karessa said with a nervous laugh. She then entered that closet. There was a small, black locker for me to put my clothes in. I removed everything and went to put my clothes away when I found a note from Dominic. It read:

DON’T BREAK THE RULES. NOT ONCE. NOT EVER.

That was it. There was not anymore. Comfortably naked, I returned to Pierre. He had stripped. He held a whip, and I saw his sex. This conjured a new feeling. He was not what I expected. He was beautiful, but he scared me.

“Good. Now, you shall go into that closet and take off all your clothes. Then wait for me to call you. I am Pierre, once again. Now, go!” He demanded. He enticed me with a short phrase, “Then I’ll taste your forbidden fruit.” He said as he licked his lips. “You’ll get your clothes back in 24 hours.”

“They say I am brilliant. The smartest one here.”

“The smartest one? Where are the other servers?”

“It is a secret. For now, just focus on me.” Said Pierre.

“I do like chains. Would you mind tying me up, and taking my picture? I asked.

“No pictures here.”

I bit my lower lip. What was I to say to please him?

“Tie me up, then?”

I was quickly punished.

“Don’t ask too many questions.” Pierre then kissed me deeply. He used tongue.

“May we, just for an hour, go outside in the sun? It is my hour, too. I can be just as submissive in the sun as I can in the cold in the dark.”

“No, we will get covered in grass stains and mud. Nothing public. You are to be mine in isolation. For this day, this room is to be your entire world. No escape. Not without permission.”

“But the grass won’t pay no mind.”

“No!” He shouted. I got scared.

I remembered cleaning up vomit and feces repeatedly at my first job. I even scraped semen off theatre seats. If there was a hard job to be done- I was the one they called upon.

His sex was hot and wanting. My sex tightened as he approached. My quivering body was laid out on a table in front of the fire. Ball-gag in mouth, I tried to cry out, but deep inside, I wanted it. I liked being tickled and played with. Pierre wanted me there, so, I would submit for Dominic since this was his test for me.

“You touch me- you’re dead. You will keep your hands to yourself without any restraints. Do you remember my name?” I stuttered and was punished for it. “It’s Pierre, remember? I have changed my mind.” Abruptly, he vanished. I had disappointed him. I knew I was not ugly- just a little plain. I would absolutely remember my next server’s name. I waited an hour, yet no one came in. My time was running out. I promised 24 hours. Why are they keeping me waiting? Dear God! What if they don’t let me go?

Pierre finally entered. He removed my gag and allowed me to stand up. There was a new punishment. A punishment for asking too many questions. As punishment, Pierre put the first four fingers of his left hand inside me. He did not thrust. He did not try to please me. Control. This was all about control. Once he was finished, I said, “Don’t wash your hands for I shall lick them clean.” I did.

“Why Dominic?” asked Pierre.

“I like that he is quiet when he thinks I am sleeping. And that when I fake orgasms- he gets turned on even more. But we have only just known each other for a short while.”

“What was the attraction?”

“His smile, and the way he carried himself with such masculinity and appeal. I was the one who made the first move.”

I returned to the closet where my clothes were. I looked in the mirror one last time. What did I see? It wasn’t the person I was running away from, but the person I was running toward. The person I wanted to be, I guess. Damn. Was I ugly now? 24 hours and such an unexpected change. 24 hours and I looked deranged. But as I looked in that mirror, I could see that little girl inside of me. The one who always wanted to please others, and I was happy. There can be beauty in ugliness, too.

Pierre simply said, “Yes. You’re mine, Karessa. I am sorry for disfiguring your face.” Dominic then entered, and saw Pierre’s sex, and was jealous.

“You lasted. You outlasted many. Now retrieve your garments. We are leaving Sayemontess. Your final hour will be spent in my car.” Said Dominic.

“No.” I replied.

“What?”

No!”

Then Pierre said, “We’re not finished.” Dominic did not care. He took out a dull knife and sawed-off Pierre’s erection right then and there. Blood sprayed on Dominic and Karessa, but Dominic did not care. He grabbed Karessa, who was shocked and confused by what had just happened, and he dragged her from that place. That place that he had regretted sending sweet Karessa to. Naked in public, he took her to his car and threw her in the back seat.

“Who tastes better?! Huh? Why him not me?!” He spoke.

Speechless and shivering, Karessa, unarmed, spread her legs, and said, “Fine, you may have me for my last hour. Torture me. Whatever you want. Kill me- then bring me back again. Then my time will be up. I will have passed my test! And then what? I do not know what will happen next. Do you?”

Dominic smiled and had me then, and there as if I were his plaything. I ran into him on the street once. He said he had found God, and that he was sorry. I forgave him, and we held hands as we walked along a pier that overlooked the ocean. I decided. When I die- I want to be spread out by the ocean off the pier. I was not happy with this life. Hopefully, I would be with the next.