All Chapters of One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Lisa looked at herself in the mirror and cringed. What does one wear to go and see the owner of a sex club? Was it like a job interview? Should she wear the one and only business suit she owned or would they be expecting her to be in something more… sex-club-ish? Lisa didn’t own any leather - no leather skirt, no leather pants or shorts, or even a leather jacket - she didn’t think they made anything in her size. Lisa wasn’t all that self-conscious about her size. She wasn’t too big and she wasn’t a waif, she was somewhere in the comfortable middle. Her curves were soft, her boobs were a decent D-cup and she had a booty, and none of that mattered when she wore her loose-fitting dresses. She’d had a pair of jeans once upon a time, but her aunt had kicked up such a fuss about them, that she’d never worn them beyond that one time and hadn’t bought another pair since. The closest she came to wearing anything tight-fitting were her leggings, which she always wore with an oversized sweater

The elevator doors closed and they rode to the lobby in silence. He stepped out with her, despite needing to go down another level to the parking garage, and reached out to take her elbow before she could walk away from him. “Can I give you a lift somewhere?” he asked. “I’m heading over the river—” She smiled at him again and he stopped mid-sentence. He wanted to prolong their contact, he wanted her in his car. He wanted to see if her skirt would ride up as she sat in his passenger seat and he wanted to see the satiny skin of her thighs and maybe even run his hand over them in between changing gears. “Thanks, Mason, but I’m heading in the other direction—” He stepped close to her, finally taking hold of his body and his reactions to her. “I don’t mind taking you wherever you need to go,” he said, not sure whether he was still talking about giving her a ride. She looked up at him uncertainly and bit the corner of her lip, causing him to bite back a groan of longing. “Okay,” she

He slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him and Lisa turned slowly around, taking it all in. She was beginning to think that her preconceived notions of what a fetish club looked like were ill-informed. There was no cupboard full of whips and chains, no spanking bench, or St. Andrew’s cross. It looked like a comfy living room and went a long way to putting her at ease. She walked over and poured herself a glass of water before sitting down at the table to go through the required paperwork. Deciding that her new persona was going to be in charge here, she used her full name, Lisa, at the top of the forms. She answered the general information questions; her address, date of birth, occupation, etc. She filled in the parts asking for her driver’s license number (which she didn’t have), Medicare number, passport number, and all the things needed to prove she was who she was. With each new section she filled in, she felt more at ease. Knowing that they required her to prove he

Lisa blushed. “Most people call me Lisa, but I think I would prefer to be called Lisa while I’m…” She didn’t know how to describe it and waved her hand around to indicate the room, the club, and everything else it entailed. Madam Charlotte nodded and smiled. “Most people prefer to have an alias when they come to Fetish. We don’t dissuade it. It is important to us that everyone feels safe and if that means taking on another name, then that is okay. What we discuss here is completely confidential and for your safety. Only the details you wish to be revealed will be passed on to your partner, so you can rest assured that none of your personal details will be made available to them until such time as you request it.” “Thank you,” Lisa said with relief. It was another layer of security to know that if things did go wrong then DomMPF couldn’t stalk her. “This is your first time at Fetish?” “Yes,” Lisa said with a nod. “It’s the first time I’ve ever considered… this.”

Would that emotional well be filled by DomMPF? Madam Charlotte had seemed to think so. Whether that proved to be correct, only time would tell. As Lisa drifted into that twilight sleep place, she wondered what being in a D/s relationship would be like. Would he demand she obey him at all times? Would she have to wear a collar and call him master? She’d read books and seen movies that portrayed Doms in a less-than-flattering light, but that wasn’t the way Madam Charlotte made it seem. What was the reality? And was there a consistency or did it depend on each individual pair? There was so much she didn’t know, so much to learn. She was worried about making mistakes, about angering DomMPF. He’d already said that he wasn’t into punishment, but he’d also said he would if he had to. Was there a time of grace when she was still learning or would he expect her to be perfect all the time? And how did all this equate to taking care of her? Her head swirled with too many possibilities, too m