Down the rabbit hole...

It was 12.45 when I pulled up outside Rachel's house. Well actually, round the corner from the house. I was too embarrassed to park outside and have her see that I was early. My palms were sweating -- even though I had fantasied about Rachel ever since I met her, this was too much -- too humiliating, too one-sided. I knew this was going to be an ordeal as I couldn't imagine she was going to make it easy or me.

Just before 1, I got out of the car and walked round the corner to the house. A substantial detached house set back from the road. Rachel's car was on the drive, but thankfully not her husbands. Approaching the door, I saw a post-it on the door:

Come in. Strip. Crawl into the lounge.

Obey totally or leave still in a cage

Do not talk unless spoken to