The building had a red brick facade with three large blacked out windows that were protected by thick rusty bars. The door was painted bright red with black oversized hardware. It was early morning, 5AM, a damp fog hung low muting any sound coming from the docks nearby. To my left, three seagulls sat on a gun barrel piling fluffing their wings to ward off the morning dampness. They scattered when the door opened shedding a warm light out and into the gloom.
I was on time for my appointment with Karla, she welcomed me in via an intercom with a proper business voice, terse but friendly. The door was securely closed and automatically locked. It was a small room with a maroon carpet and white walls leading to another door in a far wall, above it, an eye of a surveillance camera was recording everything in the room. One overhead light fixture provided a soft light that flattered the emptiness of the space.
I took a deep breath as I stared at the camera and identified myself. There was no response, I became a little apprehensive but then the door opened, I entered. Karla sat at a desk reviewing papers, taking notes related to my visit. It was a dark room lit only by her desk light. She looked up with a pleasant smile directing me to a couch by one wall. We talked about the reason for my visit, defining boundaries. She was a dominant woman, supplying services to men and women of exotic tastes, she was stunning. I stuttered as I tried to explain what I thought I wanted to experience.
We found an agreement on the money transaction and settled the deal, she walked over and escorted me into an adjoining room. She closed the door and locked it for our privacy. A faint smell of perfume filled the air, the room was empty except for a large wardrobe closet and a leather covered raised platform. Dim red lights hung from the ceiling directly over the platform. The walls and ceiling were dark maroon, the floor was covered with black tiles. I was a little nervous but my goal was clear, to experience sensations I had only read about and shamefully craved. After some small talk we were ready to begin.
She removed her business suit exposing a bright red panty and bra set that emphasized her dominance. She had the body of a wild tigress, dangerous and lethal, much better than my expectations, I could not take my eyes off her. The wardrobe closet doors were open, I could see it was filled with all sorts domination tools including lots of evil looking insertion toys and restraining equipment. Just seeing all that put me in an aroused state right away, I could not wait to get started.
I disrobed, the tight black spandex body suit under my street clothes caused her to chuckle. She directed me to lay on the platform as she sorted thru the array of things in the closet. I wanted to feel the sensation of loss of control, secured movement, at the mercy of a woman. I was sure I had made the right decision to enlist her into the mental destruction I was seeking. The room was comfortable, she was beautiful and come what may, I wanted the experiences she could supply.
We met at a b&d fetish site on line. It was decided, I had the money, she had the talent. During one of our many conversations about my interests she asked exactly how far I wanted to delve into my fetishes. It being my first time, I could only leave the details to her, she readily agreed with a knowing it will be my pleasure.
