This work may or may not be a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of my imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18. Thanks to "thewinedarksea" for the editing assistance, comments and advice.
When fantasy becomes reality, it may be more than you expect. I am not quite sure how I would describe this beautiful woman. She was not a love interest, romantic, or otherwise. She was out of my league. In the beginning we never engaged in coitus, but we had many intense orgasms together.
Sometimes a series of intense encounters can confuse you until you understand. I learned more about myself in this six-month period than any therapy session could have ever given me.
Dear readers, I will tell you everything, everything I can remember about my time with her. Unfortunately, some things are still a blur. Occasionally there are people you encounter who change your life forever. When something reaches so deep into your psyche, and it rearranges who you really are, it is more than a life changing experience. So let me start from the beginning.
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The rich have power, and they have their influence.
As a manager of a water utility billing system for a small wealthy city, I was often required to resolve metered water usage problems on million-dollar estates. When powerful people have problems with government, they do not deal with underlings.
I received a call from the mayor about an expansive high-end house with unusually high water bills for only two people and their maid. The mayor asked me to make an appointment to go out to the property and see what I could determine.
I made the appointment and went out the next day at about 4 p.m., expecting to meet with a caretaker. At the front door I was met by an extremely attractive lady. Bare footed, and in an almost sheer sun dress, she was a classic Vogue beauty, perhaps in her mid-thirties.
"Hello, I'm Anita," she said. "The mayor said I may have leaks and you would show me where the problems are."
I found several leaks in bathroom toilets, in an ice maker, and in a sink in the most unusual room I had ever been in.
The room had a sturdy looking oak door. She unlocked it, turned on the lights and I was mesmerized upon entering the room. It was large and draped in dark colors.
I remember saying, "Oh this is interesting!" It was a fully equipped dungeon! I looked at her and she just smiled.
I stood there dumb-faced. "So, do you like what you see?" Anita asked, acknowledging the dungeon's appearance with a loose gesture. "The bathroom is over here."
I struggled to get my mind back to the task at hand. The sink in the bathroom was leaking and I knew it needed washers. Anita took notes as I explained what was wrong and causing the high bills. I told her to call a licensed plumber and consider getting a new caretaker. It was almost 5 p.m. when she asked if I would like a glass of wine, so I thought, why not.
We sat on a veranda overlooking a large lake. Her beauty was mesmerizing. She asked if I knew what a trophy wife was. I said, "Yes, you cannot work in a high-end community and not know what trophy wives are." The shops in the downtown area catered to them. She said her husband was gone all the time and she got lonely. The conversation was light and finally I excused myself and told her I had to go.
Several days later she came by my office dressed to the nines, wearing exotic perfume, and she asked to take me to lunch as a thank you. I could not help myself, and I told her that would be nice. The ladies in my office all had their eyes on her when I went out the front door with this uniquely beautiful woman.
Anita insisted I walk with her d to a nearby French restaurant. Once seated, she ordered for me. Expensive wine and a light fish entree. The meal was superb. Her skin sparkled in the sunlight under the restaurant's pergola. She is so beautiful I thought. We talked about our lives.
As we were leaving, she gave me a hug and said these words, which still haunt me today: "What you want is not what you need." And then, she handed me a brown sealed envelope.
She said, with a smile, "If you agree, call me at the phone number listed. If not, then burn or destroy this letter."
I was confused, "You cannot give me money. I was only doing my job and it was my pleasure to find your water leak issues."
She said, "I must run."
Then to my amazement, she said, "I like you, Bobby."
No one has called me Bobby since I was a child. I walked back into my office and closed the door. I opened the envelope and was shocked!
Right now, as I am writing this, dear readers, I am remembering the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. The envelope contained a contract recognizing her as a "top" or Mistress, and me as a "bottom" or submissive in training. If I agreed, I was to call the phone number and tell either her or her maid that I agreed to the contract. If I did not agree, I was to destroy the letter and not expose it to anyone. If I did not do as instructed, and exposed her letter, I would be deeply sorry. Either way the letter was disconcerting.
This letter preyed on my mind for better than a week. Yes, I did not respond right away, perhaps I was too chicken. Becoming a "bottom" to this beautiful woman finally won me over, and I did call the number. This was my introduction into a crazy but addictive world of BDSM she created for me.
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Back in those days there were no cell phones, caller ID, or call-back features. I had toyed with the idea of not calling. Her beauty almost made her a freak of nature. Eye candy does not even come close to describing her presence. Nervously, I made the call. Her maid answered and said she was taking messages. I told the maid who I was and that I agreed to Anita's terms. I did not know what else to say.
I received a call at work to come to her house that afternoon. The call was not from her. I had questions and I was uncertain. The maid welcomed me at her door. You cannot imagine the guts it took to go back there under these strange circumstances.
I was taken to the veranda and asked to have a seat. Shortly afterwards, the maid set down a tray of lemonade and glasses. It was a hot and humid summer's day.
Anita walked out on the veranda. Her presence and beauty made my heart skip. She was in a yellow sun dress, somewhat see-through, braless and bare footed. I stood, and then we sat and talked for about two hours.
I had expected to get my brains fucked out by a beautiful, controlling woman, and there I sat drinking lemonade with her. She was very nonchalant, asking about my sexual experiences. The contract obligated me to honestly answer all questions asked of me, and it noted she had done a background check on me, which I thought was creepy. Then I realized this was sort of an audition. Things were not yet settled.
I handed her the signed contract. To this day I wish I had made a copy of it.
