There was no way todry the clothes.A call to my friendly appliance repairman revealed thatI could not get the thing fixed for two days. In themeantime...I had at least four loads of laundry to do,some of which was vital to the progression of thehousehold. I considered stringing a clothesline out inthe backyard but a quick glance at the weather told methat this was impossible. A typical Seattle early springday was in progress. Grey clouds filled the sky andmisty moisture, not quite heavy enough to. I disconnected the call. That I didn’t know what to say. I planned something and called again. She said” Hello..Who’s this on this midnight”. I told my name is Bibin and I said I got your no. from my friend. I would like to talk to you. She said “Call me tomorrow” with little sleepy. I told her” I tried since for the last one week and now only I got it. She smiled and gave her another number and said “Call me in this” I felt so happy. I didn’t tell my friends about the new number. But I asked. Flawlessly tanned skin, perfect features, brown hair that was anything but ordinary, and dressed to kill in an expensive black sheath dress that barely contained her assets, she was a man-killer. Every man in the place was staring at her, though you'd never know that from the notice she took of them. I pegged her at somewhere around my age.I'm as straight as an arrow, but that didn't stop me from feeling the waves of raw sensuality the woman was putting off, seemingly without effort. I hoped. We had enjoyed straight sex but she had always changed the subject whenever I mentioned bondage or spanking. I had invited her ever tonight with a surprise in mind. I had it all laid out in my bedroom. Cuffs attached to the bed, my shiny new riding crop up against the wall a ball gag butt plug and other toys arranged on the dresser. My plan was to get her drunk and then introduce her to the delights of BDSM. I knew she would not go for it sober but thought perhaps with a little help I may get.