They had been communicating online for months. He would ask her about her fantasies, what would she be willing to try and did she have any experience. She had explained she had been playing online with a Dom overseas. He was creative in their play, involving clothes pegs, rubber bands, wine bottles, but she was bored at having to inflict pain and pleasure on herself. She needed to submit to a Dom in real life.
She had advertised a few months earlier online for a Dom but had no responses until he had written to her. Initially, she had fobbed him off as he lived interstate, but he came back to her explaining he was willing to travel for play. He could come to her for the weekend, he would get a hotel and they could spend the weekend together. She was nervous about agreeing to this. What would happen if they met for coffee and she didn't want to play with him? What would he do? Travel and explore the city he said.
The weekend arrived. He flew in on Friday and they met for lunch. She was nervous and looked down at her meal as he confidently stared at her, asking if she still wanted to come to his hotel and submit to him. She agreed, she did. He grabbed her hand and dragged her out the back of the cafe. He looked around before he grabbed her hair, passionately kissing her full on the lips, winking at her, that he would see her later that night.
At work, she could no longer concentrate wondering what would happen tonight. Was he safe, would it be fun, could she handle it?
He had texted her the hotel and room number. As she stood in the elevator with her bag of luggage, nervously waiting for the elevator to arrive at his floor, she couldn't help feeling like a call girl. He had organised the hotel, she was to spend the weekend there with him. He was over 60, she was only 30.