D for Danielle Chapter 5: The Borderland (Patreon)

Daniel could sense the presence of the tall, dominant blonde woman standing behind him. His desire to escape before this encounter happened only turned into an eventual inevitability -- it was destined to be.

“You look concerned, young man,” the woman calmly stated.

He could feel her break into his personal space just enough to awaken something inside… 

Daniel turned to address the woman but kept his focus and eyes down on his phone. “Uh, I’m ok. Just trying to get an Uber to come pick me up.” He didn’t want to lock eyes with her again, and especially not this close. He seriously wondered if he might fall under whatever spell she was casting. 

“You didn’t drive? How unfortunate. It is doubtful anyone will come out here to pick you up. This is the borderland.” What the hell was this lady talking about? Borderland?!  “I can provide you safe passage. You are a student, no? I would be happy to accompany you back to your domicile.”

“Mistress--” the older man at her heel started.

“Silence,” she commanded.

A sigh was heard as the dejected excuse for a male shut up and took a step back, a sign of deference. The woman took off her right leather glove and revealed her hand. She had nimble fingers enhanced with long acrylic nails complete with a French manicure. So incredibly feminine. She lightly ran them along her servant’s face and he became weak-in-the-knees, his tongue extending out trying to lick them. She then slapped his face and put her glove back on.

“The app is being funky,” Daniel explained. He still hadn’t made eye contact again. The first time when she entered the room had given him pause. He knew she had immense power over people, and he somewhat understood his own weaknesses. “But I’m sure one will accept the ride soon.”

“Ah... acceptance. A wonderful thing. Listen boy--”

“My name is Daniel.”

She took a bit of offense, then sternly offered, “I can take you home. You will not be harmed.”

“Uh, that is ok.” Harmed? I am not worried about that. But she’s really into this whole dominant lady thing. And I can hear an accent. Is she British? Or is she just faking it?

“It is your choice.”

She turned her attention back to the man. She whispered something in his ear and he gulped, fearful of whatever words she directed to him. Meanwhile, Daniel kept trying to get a ride. The action was draining his battery and he absolutely needed his phone. Like many of his generation he felt lost without it, and importantly, he was starting to understand how trapped he was out here.

Borderland… More like purgatory. 

He put his phone away and took a deep breath. He had two choices: Stay here and face hours of uncomfortable silence with the clerk until he could call someone to pick him up, facing massive embarrassment, or go with the woman and her strange companion. They were clearly playing a game, in addition they were batshit crazy, but he didn’t think they meant him any harm. He would make sure to use his people tracer app and tether to his roommate’s phone in case anything happened. 

He had to get out of here. And he still wanted to go back to his room and have enough time to look at sissy porn and play with his new toys, and wank, and release...

“Ok, I will take you up on your offer.” 

It was then he finally fully gazed upon her glorious face. She was older, but still quite fit. The lines near her eyes were the only true thing that gave any age away. Her make-up was striking. And whether or not she wore glasses for need or effect, they worked. It provided an extra layer of intellectual superiority. And she was so clearly that: Commanding in every way. What had he gotten himself into?! “Silly boy,” he imagined her saying.

The Mistress smiled and nodded. “Very well. A wise decision. Shall we?”

She dragged her slave by the leash behind her. He whimpered. The clerk shook his head and went back to reading his magazine, this had obviously become passe for him. That made Daniel feel a bit more comfortable. The clerk knew these two. Perhaps they were regular patrons of this establishment. Familiarity was always disarming.

Daniel followed behind them. When the door opened into the black night he discovered that a limo was parked out front. A young female chauffeur dressed in a sharp black uniform quickly opened the door to the back cab and bowed before her Mistress.

The now trio moved forward and into the vehicle. The woman and man took the seat with their backs to the driver’s divider. Daniel settled in to the opposite seat facing them as the door closed behind him. He was inside now. But was he still in the real world? Or was he entering the Borderland...