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The Note Sophie was intrigued by the note that must have been slipped into her pocket while she was on the tube. She hadn’t noticed anyone put it in, but she was sure it wasn’t there when she left the office just 30 minutes earlier. It must have been someone she knew, the details were too accurate, her name was on the outside of the small envelope, and the accuracy of what the note said meant it was someone who knew more about her than she realised. As she read the note again for the fourth time she could feel her wetness from the excitement its contents had stirred within her brain. Her house was only ten minutes walk from the underground station and she thought that her husband Ben might be there, so she walked through the park and picked an out of the way bench. It was a beautiful spring afternoon and the park had a few people walking in the sunshine, but she knew no-one would bother her as she took out the note and tried to grasp the full significance. It was handwritten in a nice style that she did not recognise. “Sophie, I know Ben will be away the weekend of the 14 th /15 th , please attend Suite 345 of the Plaza Hotel at 11.00 on the 14 th to enjoy the fantasy that you crave so deeply.” Sophie’s heart fluttered once more, who knew of her secret desires, she had voiced them once very tentatively to Ben, who had dismissed them without even guessing that his sexy wife needed more from their sex life than he was able to give her. She had tried talking to a friend about her needs only to be put off by a dismissive comment about Şerifali Escort perverts, and so her only outlet so far was to investigate her cravings on the internet. She had searched through various websites, and was excited at the world of BDSM that she read of. The thought of being submissive to a Dom excited her greatly and she had often masturbated while reading erotic stories of domination and submission from her computer screen while Ben was out at his club. As she sat there her mind was a whirl, who could have put the note there, who could know Ben was away with his pals for a boys weekend in Dublin, and most of all was she going to go, she knew she shouldn’t, she had yet to do anything about her desires   through a sense of guilt about her marriage vows to Ben. After half an hour she made her decision, reading the note one last time for any hint or clue before putting it into her purse and picking up her bag she set off for home.   Saturday Morning Up with the lark to drive Ben to the airport, she arrived back at home at 8am. She knew she would have enough time to get herself ready and made herself a cup of coffee as she wondered once more if she was doing the right thing. She remembered the words of her Nan “Don’t have any regrets” she smiled to herself, thinking I’m not really sure this was the occasion she had in mind, but thanks Nan. Sophie went to the en-suite and had a thorough shower and having towelled herself dry she picked out matching black lacy bra and knickers and suspender belt and Şerifali Escort Bayan a pair of sheer black stockings. She then dressed and topped off with a red blouse and knee length black skirt, finally she put some black shoes with 3” heels. She knew that she would look classy but not so slutty that she would grab any more than admiring looks from any men and maybe the odd jealous look from the women. Taking a final look at herself in the mirror she thought to herself “Yes I still look good”. The outfit was exactly the look that she wanted but with the knowledge that what was underneath should have the desired effect. She had ordered the taxi for 10.15, she wanted to be sure she wasn’t late, she had read what could happen for disobedience, and knew that she could grab a coffee if she was early. The taxi driver couldn’t take his eyes off her as she walked down the front garden path and tried to find out about her day, but she fobbed him off with “I’m just meeting a friend”. Secretly she hoped it wasn’t someone she knew but she couldn’t see how it could be, after all they knew her and Ben and the whereabouts of her husband. The taxi took no time cutting through the city streets   and soon she was at the front doors of the Plaza. Breathing deeply she stepped inside and having 20 minutes to kill she grabbed a latte and sat in the coffee bar looking at the people coming in seeing if she could see who might be in store for her.   Suite 345 At 11.00 exactly Sophie found herself outside the door of Escort Şerifali Suite 345. Looking at her watch to check she wasn’t early she knocked timidly at the door, she knew there was no turning back now. She thought she heard someone speak from inside, and so she opened the door and stepped inside but there appeared to be no one in the room. The door closed behind her and trying the handle she realised it had locked shut. Resigned to the fact that her presence here was a witness to her submission she didn’t panic too much, this was what she wanted after all. Looking around the room she couldn’t see any signs of occupation, just the normal trimmings of a posh hotel room. Just as she completed her tour of the room the loud ring of the telephone made her jump. After three rings she picked up the receiver. “Hello Sophie, so good to see you have arrived safely”, said the deep male voice “Now please remove all your clothes and put them in the wardrobe, then when you fully naked, kneel on the floor facing away from the door. When I come into the room please do not look at me.” Before Sophie had a chance to say anything the line was dead. So much for this outfit thought Sophie, not realising that she was being watched by a hidden camera and her every action was seen in a room just across the corridor. Sophie stripped off her clothes and neatly hung them and folded them and put them away in the wardrobe and then following her instructions to the letter she knelt on the floor. After a few minutes, but what seemed like eternity to the nervous Sophie, she heard the door open. As instructed she kept looking forward, and soon felt a presence close behind her. Before she could see who was her mystery Master, a blindfold was placed over her eyes and quickly tied at the back of her head. “Stand up slave” came the instruction from her Master.

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