7:59:59 PM. Your instructions were clear: 8PM precisely or not at all.
I knock on your door.
"Hello John, come inside and kneel in the middle of the foyer", you say to me. Your firm, commanding tone takes me by surprise and after a brief pause, I enter.
After closing the door, you stand in front of me, looking down. I can finally take in your demeanour, but other than heels and a trench coat, you're giving nothing away.
"There is a shower at the end of the hall on the right. In there you will find soap and a douche. You will clean yourself 3 times. Leave your clothes neatly folded on the bench and return here, naked, kneeling in the centre of the foyer when you are done. You will not speak unless I ask you a question. When I say go, you will go. Any questions?"
"Umm... no..." I fumble out.
Whack. The sharp pain of a whip sears across my back.
"You will refer to me as mistress! Any questions?" you repeat.
"No mistress" I respond.
"Good. Go."
I make my way to the shower and once done, I return. Kneeling in the centre of the foyer, naked, as commanded. This is nothing like our first session and I'm both apprehensive and curious.