I am spending the night at home with Michelle and Anne and a young woman comes to the door. She forcefully tells us to get in the car. She's giving us really firm instructions in an authoritative voice and I realize that we are part of a BDSM experience and we're supposed to play along. The girls and I can't keep a straight face though and we sort of laugh at her instructions. We get in the car and drive where we're supposed to go. We arrive at a house and are standing outside when the girl ties our hands up in front of bodies. We are laughing and we are all easily able to get out of the restraints and act like we're all going to wander off in different directions. Another girl arrives, and I realize that both girls are high school acquaintances of Michelle and Anne. This new girl gives instructions, but she also has weapons with her and I realize that things are about to get WAY out of control. Since we are untied, I scream for everybody to run in different directions and we all take off.
We are in a neighborhood between our town and the nearest small city, and I holler at the girls a code word that I hope indicates where we should meet up, but I don't think they get it and I run into the woods. I come to a long narrow street that runs down a steep hill, across the railroad tracks, and into the city. I lay on my back and luge down, afraid that at some point I will wear through the fabric of my clothing and scrape all the skin on my back. I safely approach the bottom of the hill and cross the railroad tracks, which goes more smoothly than I had imagined. The crossing lights are off, but I hear a train whistle and realize that if I had been about 15 seconds later I would have hit the train. I continue to luge through the streets on my back, even able to stop at traffic lights and restart miraculously.
I am afraid the dominatrices will find me and hurt me, or that they'll find the girls and hurt them. I have my phone with me, but I think the dominatrices have the girls' phones and will realize that I got away if they see my name pop up. Near the McDonald's the road narrows down to one lane. I realize the reason why it is narrowing is because I left a bunch of stuff in the middle of the road because I was too stressed by what was happening to pick it up. I decide to try and clean up and clear the road. My mess consists of three desks from my classroom covered in miscellaneous items. I restore traffic flow and go into the McDonald's. I'm grateful to be somewhere I feel safe from the dominatrices. An older woman comes in and tells me that my taillights were out. (My car is there, and I don't know why or how, but it doesn't surprise me at the time). I tell her that really surprises me because I just had them replaced. She says that it's probably just that the lights are dirty and the light is not coming through properly, and that was against the vehicular code. She told me not to worry, she had done me a favor and called the cleaning specialist to come out and remove the dingy film. She had paid $5 to make the appointment, but I would have to pay $50 for the cleaning. I was furious and yelled at her in front of the whole McDonald's. I grudgingly took my checkbook out there and saw a bald man cleaning my taillights with a special solution.
I drove home and saw that Marie was still awake. I asked if I could use her phone to call the girls, I thought that might not look strange to the dominatrices. Luckily, Anne came home followed shortly by Michelle. They acted like it was all no big deal.
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