- Joined
- Jan 1, 2015
- Location
- No Longer Somewhere Frozen
“Quit sniffing your armpits, you’ve smelled fine for the last hour!” Alexis Sitwell told herself as she put her arm down as she walked over to the mirror, checking to see that the seams on her Cuban stockings were perfectly straight, which they still were. Her Louboutin heels clicked on the marble floors of the spacious penthouse suite as she walked back to the huge four post bed. She ran her manicured fingers along the engraved wood of the post, wondering briefly what it would feel like if her hand was tied to it and she couldn’t pull it away.
“She’s probably not even coming, you paid her all that money up front like an idiot.” She screamed inside her head as she jerked her hand away, trotting over to the gilded full length mirror in the corner, checking that everything on her little black dress was perfect. She wondered if the mesh top that showed off her designer bra was a bit much, but Mistress Tina had instructed her to “Dress to impress”.
Lexi ran her fingers over her engagement band, wondering if she should take it off, it seemed somehow hurtful that she would wear Samuel’s ring while she paid a woman to tie her up and fuck her, but the wedding was only four months away, and Lexi had to get these secret desires out of her system before it was too late. She had to know if the sex in the internet pornography she was practically addicted to was somehow more satisfying than what her sweet, but less than stellar in the bedroom fiancé had to offer.
So like any good New Hampshire Sitwell, she solved her problem by taking a private jet to New York and throwing money at it. “It” in this instance was three time winner of NYBDSM Magazine’s Top Domme award, “Miss Tina”. Lexi figured if there was anyone who could help her “get it out of her system” it would be the best. So she paid the ten thousand dollars for a full night, one on one session, and booked a suite at the Windsor, leaving clear instructions at the desk to give a room key to a woman named “Anne Bargains”, a pseudonym Mistress Tina had instructed her to use. Lexi had been using her own pseudonym, Stephanie Perkins, when booking her session, and was confident that she had covered her tracks well enough that this was anonymous.
She reached for her phone, and realized it was in the safe at the front desk, Mistress Tina had been clear that no camera’s or devices with camera’s were allowed. She looked at the antique Tiffany watch on her wrist, it had been her grandmother’s, it was 11:18, the session had been scheduled for 10:00.
“Just give it up.” She told herself as she grabbed her purse and began walking toward the door. That’s when she heard the key turn in the room’s lock.
“She’s probably not even coming, you paid her all that money up front like an idiot.” She screamed inside her head as she jerked her hand away, trotting over to the gilded full length mirror in the corner, checking that everything on her little black dress was perfect. She wondered if the mesh top that showed off her designer bra was a bit much, but Mistress Tina had instructed her to “Dress to impress”.
Lexi ran her fingers over her engagement band, wondering if she should take it off, it seemed somehow hurtful that she would wear Samuel’s ring while she paid a woman to tie her up and fuck her, but the wedding was only four months away, and Lexi had to get these secret desires out of her system before it was too late. She had to know if the sex in the internet pornography she was practically addicted to was somehow more satisfying than what her sweet, but less than stellar in the bedroom fiancé had to offer.
So like any good New Hampshire Sitwell, she solved her problem by taking a private jet to New York and throwing money at it. “It” in this instance was three time winner of NYBDSM Magazine’s Top Domme award, “Miss Tina”. Lexi figured if there was anyone who could help her “get it out of her system” it would be the best. So she paid the ten thousand dollars for a full night, one on one session, and booked a suite at the Windsor, leaving clear instructions at the desk to give a room key to a woman named “Anne Bargains”, a pseudonym Mistress Tina had instructed her to use. Lexi had been using her own pseudonym, Stephanie Perkins, when booking her session, and was confident that she had covered her tracks well enough that this was anonymous.
She reached for her phone, and realized it was in the safe at the front desk, Mistress Tina had been clear that no camera’s or devices with camera’s were allowed. She looked at the antique Tiffany watch on her wrist, it had been her grandmother’s, it was 11:18, the session had been scheduled for 10:00.
“Just give it up.” She told herself as she grabbed her purse and began walking toward the door. That’s when she heard the key turn in the room’s lock.