Background:
I was solo backpacking on a remote mountain trail in August. I was several miles from my destination for the day when I crossed over a country road. As I looked up and down the road, I saw a car parked with a woman standing outside. I thought I'd go up and ask if she needed help.
"Hi," I ask. "What's the problem?"
"I have a flat," she replies. "The spare tire is one of those little donuts. It might last a little bit on a paved road, but not on this country road."
"Can you call AAA? They might be able to bring a full tire out?" I ask.
"There's no cell service in this part of the mountains," she says dejectedly.
"Where's the nearest garage?"
"About five miles that way. Sam's Garage." she says. "I'd walk, but I only have these heels." She had three-inch heels, not quite appropriate for the country. "I was heading to an appointment."
"No problem. I can walk to town for you," I offer. "I'll stash my pack in the bushes. If someone comes along to help, feel free to take them up on their offer."
"Thank you, I really, really appreciate this," she answers. "I'm Jane, by the way,"
"And I'm John," I reply. "It'll probably be at least a couple of hours by the time I get to Sam's and have someone come up here. Let me check the tire size before I go." I bend down and it reads "235/55R19" I note that the auto is a RAV 4.
I stash my pack after pulling out a map of the area. I start off down the road. The path looks fairly straightforward. In an hour and a half, I come to Sam's Garage. I go in and walk up to a mechanic standing around.
"Hi, I'm John. There's a woman stranded on a country road about five miles that away. She has a flat. She needs a full-size replacement to get going. Her donut is not enough."
"Hello, John,", the man replies, "I'm Sam, the owner. I think we can help you out. What's the size?"
"235/55R19 for a RAV 4," I reply.
"OK. Let me mount a tire on a spare rim and we'll get it out to her," Sam states.
In a little while, Sam comes out and says, "It's ready. Let's get it to her."
He throws the tire in the back of a pickup. I climb in the passenger's side. We head out down the road. In a few minutes, he stops in front of her car. He gets out and says, "Hi, Jane. Heard you have a little trouble. Let me get this on for you."
"Thanks, Sam," Jane replies.
In five minutes, Sam has mounted the tire. "Take care, Jane, and watch out for nails. I'll repair this one and give you a call when it's ready."
"I really appreciate this, Sam," Jane replies. Sam drives off.
"Well, John, I really, really thank you for your help," Jane says. "You really went out of your way for me. Is there anything I could do for you?"
"It's a long way to where I was going to camp tonight. Is there a way I could camp at your house tonight?"
"Well, I guess so. I'm having a few woman friends over tonight. But I'm sure I could find you a spot outside," she answers.
"That'd be great." I exclaim. I retrieve my pack and put it in her trunk.
She starts to drive. I'm silent for a little while. Then I ask her, "How do you like living in the country?"
"I enjoy it. The hustle and bustle of the city is too much for me. I like the peace and quiet and the isolation," she answers.
"What do you do out here? How do you make a living?" I ask.
"I do counseling of a sort," she replies hesitantly.
"What sort of counseling?" I continue.
"I guess I should be more straightforward. I'm a professional dominatrix," she states.
I look at her for a moment in a different light. "Oh," is all I can say. We sit in silence for a few minutes while I contemplate what to say next. I'm studying what she looks like -- a blonde in a black dress with heels. "Is that what a dominatrix looks like?" I ask myself.
"Uh, I don't know how to say this, but I've read a little bit about BDSM. I am a little turned on by the BD part, but not the SM part," I state.
"I prefer the BD part as well. I like to dominate males, not to inflict pain," she replies.
"Oh," I reply. I think a few more minutes.
"Ah, I'm not sure how to ask this," I start.
She looks over at me. "Would you like to be dominated?"
"I'd like to try it out," I answer sheepishly.
"Maybe we could do that sometime. My friends are staying at my house, and they are pretty vanilla."
"Vanilla?" I query.
"Not into things like BDSM."
"OK." I answer as we pull up to a house.
"Here we are," Jane says.
All of a sudden, a torrential downpour starts.
"Maybe you'd be better off inside," she says. "My friends are in the spare bedrooms. So, all I can offer you is a bed in the dungeon in the basement"
"The dungeon?" I query.
"Where I do my B and D work on males," she answers.
The rain pauses for a moment. I grab my pack and we head inside. I don't see her friends.
"Turn right and go down the stairs," she commands, as she flips a light switch.
I head down. The room in the basement is filled with various equipment. I don't recognize much. I see cuffs on the wall and chains hanging from the ceiling.
"Looks like a dungeon," I note.
"It is a dungeon," Jane says with a smile. "Your bed is over there."
I see a bed that has four corner posts. On each post, there are some eye-bolts. "What are those for," I ask sheepishly.