She stoops to retrieve Her mail that lies on the floor and walks to Her desk. Putting Her bag down, She sits and while perusing Her mail thinks back to a few months ago. Back when She discovered She was a Domme. OK it was only on line, a cyber Domme, but still it was something She hadn't thought about before. She now has a collared submissive, again only on line, but the girl has brought back something She thought long dead. Emotions, love and the need to control.
She is suddenly brought back to reality by a strange letter. It seems to have been hand delivered as there is no stamp. Opening it She is intrigued. She pulls out a neatly typed letter, it address Her by name and has the following instructions.
Please be ready at 7pm on the 16th to be picked up.
Wear casually formal attire.
Dinner will be provided so don't bother eating please.
You will be picked up by a taxi that has been paid for and taken to a destination only the driver knows so don't bother asking him/her as he/she will not tell.
A bemused smile lights Her face, yet She is worried as to who might have sent the letter. No marks on it at all to give a hint as to its writer. Putting it aside She returns to the other letters and everyday life.
The 16th arrives and not knowing why She is dressed and waiting for the taxi to arrive. Still trying to figure out who it might be. She even asked Her submissive but she denied it being her.
The taxi arrives and She climbs in, single rose lies on the seat. She smiles as She lifts the perfect bud to Her nose and inhales it fragrance. She is definitely more intrigued.
The taxi pulls up outside a club She recognises as a BDSM club. Slowly She enters the club only to be met with by a cute female dressed in a very tight leather body suit with holes where her breasts and mound are.
"Ma'am, please follow me, Your room is ready," she says in a very deep raspy voice. As she leads Her to a room, She admires the nice firm butt. They stop and the leather-clad beauty opens the door.
Entering the room She is accosted by the scent of patchouli and dancing shadows play on the dark velvet curtains, made by candles placed strategically around the room She is lead to a table that has been set for two for dinner. Another rose sits in a vase of lead crystal. Two candlesticks sit either side of it. The table is splendidly set with very expensive crockery and cutlery. She waits, rather impatiently.
Soft music begins to haunt the air. A song that slowly registers in Her head. She smiles at the words, as it is the song Her submissive played for Her on the occasion of the girls' collaring.
"And when I look in your eyes
All of my life is before me
And I'm not running any more
'Cause I already know I'm home
With every beat of my heart
I'll give you my love completely
My darling, this I promise you"
Lost in the words, She jumps when She hears a voice next to Her.
"Mistress, may i serve You Your meal now?" a soft voice says.