I continued sitting in the dark for some time before I noticed the brief flash of light as a door opened and then quickly closed. In a few moments I heard a voice, "Mr. Thousan, we will go to another room now," Miso said, his hand lightly touching my shoulder.
"Okay, you will need to lead me, I can't see a thing," I said, standing up and turning toward his voice.
"Here just hold my arm and remember the markings on the floor. I will give you a moment to get your bearings before we head for the door," he said, his arm lightly against my side.
Holding his arm I looked down at the floor and eventually could see the faint glow of the luminescent markings on the floor. I whispered to Miso, "Okay, I am ready when you are."
Walking slowly, Miso guided me back to where I noticed the brief flash of light. This time when he opened the door there was no bright light. The corridor was dim, but it light enough to see the floors and walls. Once we stepped out into the corridor we turned right and walked only a short ways before reaching another door.
I am normally very good with directions but with the darkness and the many turns and doors in all the corridors I had become completely lost. By the time Miso opened the door and we stepped into darkness again I knew I would be dependent upon him to get me out of this place. A frightening prospect if you think about what this place might be like if there was a fire or other emergency.
As we stood, now just inside the dark room, I scanned the floor for a sign of the luminescent markings, but saw nothing. I did notice a tiny spot of light across the room. Initially I thought it was a continuous burning light, but then it seemed to flicker on and off at no set intervals. Later I realized it was a steady light and when it appeared the light flickered off actually someone was passing between me and the light.
Soon the lights slowly brightened until I could make out a bed, with a woman in a robe sitting on its edge. Miso and I moved closer to the bed and I could see it was the woman I had just tasted about an hour earlier. She looked at me without expression, but when I said, "Hello," she seemed to perk up a bit.
"Good evening sir," she said reaching her hand out to me.
Bowing slightly, I took her hand and shook it, feeling just how tiny her palms and fingers were. "So wonderfully delicate," I thought, imagining feeling those fingers touching me, touching my cock. My cock was beginning to get hard and I was ready to get started, but Miso was still standing there.
"Is there anything more Miso?" I asked.
"Oh, no sir, I will depart as you wish. On the table there is a button you can push and I will return to you, otherwise, please enjoy."
"Oh yes, a condom... do you have a condom?" I asked, wanting to make sure that when I tasted the woman again, I was tasting just her.
"In the drawer is an assortment, please use whatever you need."
Turning to him I said, "Thank you Miso."
"Just part of the service," he said, bowing to me. He then turned and walked to the door and stepped out into the corridor.
Turning back to the woman in the robe I asked, "How are you?"
"I am fine thank you," she said very quietly. I thought I detected a slight tremble in her voice.
Opening the drawer with the condoms, I shuffled through the assortment looking for one that would not leave anything that might change or affect the way she tasted. I had paid a lot for this experience and I wasn't about to let a cherry flavored condom ruin the experience for me. Finally finding an un-lubricated,
unflavored
condom I took it out of the drawer and was about to open it, but her hands quickly reached out to mine.
