Amanda was excited. Her husband was away, yet again, on business and she had the house to herself for two weeks. Her fun could begin again.
***
Gazing in the mirror, she knew that she was an attractive lady. She was slim with a pretty face, and had always attracted attention and glances whenever she had walked down the street, or down the beach. Her blonde hair was relatively straight with dark flecks, sitting neatly just below her shoulders. She had large breasts, ample cleavage, and a flat toned stomach. Her husband knew that he was a lucky man.
When he had announced yet another business trip, Amanda had silently jumped for joy. He knew nothing about her secret sexual life, and that was exactly how she liked it. She knew that if he ever found out about her illicit affairs with submissive acquaintances, he would leave her in a heartbeat. It's not as if he was a poor lover or partner. He was competent in bed and always made sure that her needs were met. She enjoyed his attempts to satisfy her, and appreciated his efforts to keep her in a comfortable middle class lifestyle. They had friends, money, and the respect of their village community.
But she was still excited on the day that he left to keep go wherever he needed to go to keep his clients happy. She would finally have some time to herself, time to fulfil to her needs. She wanted a submissive woman for a while. She wanted someone to eagerly make her cum over and over again. She needed a little slut.
***
As was now her routine, she had bid her husband farewell as he jumped in a taxi for the airport, and then immediately driven to the local beauty salon to make sure she was in pristine physical condition.
She had quite the reputation at the English Rose beauty salon. Every six weeks or so, she would appear and demand a private room - one pf the windowless ones at the back. She would remove all of her clothes, and demand that every inch of her body be waxed and made to look as beautiful as it could. Manicures, pedicures, a Brazilian, the lot.
This had been happening for at least five years. The stylists had all adapted to her particular demands and all knew the drill when she appeared. They assumed that this was just a woman who liked to look her best. They didn't care - she was a generous tipper. They all knew that she would pay them very little attention when she was there, and they all understood that she would make very little small talk during her time in the treatment room. She would instead be glued to her phone and occasionally checking messages. They were not the types to complain or judge, and so they quietly went about their work in silence.
Amanda sat there while three women did their best to make her look even more beautiful. But all the while that they were working their magic, she spent every possible minute trying to find a new lover online. By furiously posting a message to every local message board and personals site, she hoped to attract the one woman she needed.
PERSONAL AD - WOMAN SEEKS WOMAN
** 42 year old, discrete, confident domme seeks submissive lady for a week of subservience. Age unimportant, must be well groomed and in shape. No time wasters, no men. Voice verification required. Please leave name, number and a short description on my voicemail **.
Mere minutes after she had posted on the first site, she could see the notifications racking up on her online voice mailbox system.
She quickly called her husband, under the guise of wishing him a pleasant trip. She didn't really want to speak to him, but rather gauge how loud her phone was so that she could discretely check messages without alerting her beauticians. The one currently between her legs removing pubic hair was particularly pretty - Amanda wished she could gently guide her face into her turning pussy - but deep down Amanda realised that they were all a little prudish and would not approve of the sexual proclivities that she indulged in.
18 voicemails already, in 10 minutes. Good response.
She listened to the first - a man, trying his luck. Delete. Another man, and again and again. All 18 were just men thinking that they could score with an easy older lady.
She sighed just as a wax strip was ripped from her panty line. The attractive stylist grinned and held eye contact, before setting about her work again. Ouch. Amanda imagined fucking her, hard, with her favourite strap on. Maybe one day.
Amanda waited for another 10 minutes, watching the notifications roll in. When the count hit 15, she dialled back in. All the while, she was secretly enjoying the attention of three young women. Why didn't one of them just try and push the envelope, even just a little?
The first 10 messages were men again, some trying their luck for a second time. But then, a woman's voice suddenly appeared:
"Er... hi. My name is Rebecca. I saw your ad and I had to contact you. I am 36, a secondary school teacher and I will be on half term next week. I am not very experienced with women, but I am quite submissive and your note just got me.. erm... interested. I think I meet all of your requirements. Please call me back".
Amanda quickly hung up, uninterested in the remaining messages. She dialled the number provided and was quickly connected to the lady whose voice she had just heard.
" Hi it's Amanda, you responded to my note"
"Hi- er, thank you for your quick reply".
it quickly became clear that neither lady was able to speak particularly freely. Amanda was conscious of being surrounded by gossipy stylists; Rebecca was clearly worried about being overheard by someone. The two women agreed to swap email addresses; Rebecca would send a picture in exchange for address details and more information.
This request for a picture had raised the eyebrows of the stylist between her legs. "I am a modelling agent", Amanda asserted, lying. The stylist clearly saw through this, but carried about her work regardless.
Immediately after the call ended, Amanda saw an email notification and opened up her account. A pretty, tall, curvy girl smiled out at her, looking young for a 36 year old. She was holding a sign, hand drawn, saying 'Hello Miss A.'. This girl was legitimate.
Amanda could not type out her address quickly enough. A few emails later, they were scheduled to speak again via phone, that very evening.
***
Amanda had put her phone next to the door when she had come home, and had to dash downstairs to answer when Rebecca called that evening.
"Hi is that Amanda?" Came the voice at the other end.
"Hello Rebecca, how are you?"
"Good thank you. Sorry... I am... errr... a little nervous... um..."
"That's OK love, I know this is your first time doing anything like this." Amanda loved inexperienced girls, and was always sure to try to make them feel at ease.
"Thanks. I am really looking forward to trying something new." Rebecca was clearly out of her comfort zone.
Amanda listened to Rebecca as she confessed her secret curiosity to be with a woman, and how she always got a thrill from being commanded and humiliated. She talked about how she wanted to be used as a sexual plaything, and how she felt that this was the right time to dive into the deep end and finally make her fantasy reality.
After about ten minutes chatting, Amanda changed the tone. "Well, shall we talk about what to expect when you stay with me?".
"Yes please" came the excited reply.
Amanda was used to explaining about her sexual preferences - she had done this at least fifteen times in five years. "Well I am very confident sexually. I am married, and that's fun, but I am also bisexual and like to play when my husband is away. We have a very normal sex life but when he is out of town I like to explore my wilder side." Amanda always felt nervous at this point, as if the reference to her husband would give people the wrong impression. She needn't have worried.
