She had taken the chance to meet. It went as she had hoped. Public meeting. Frank and open discussion and the realization her most private 50 Shades like desires would be met. Was it real? The haze from the endorphin high lingers for hours after he last stroked and kissed her cheek on leaving. The marks on her rear, reminders of the mind swirling intensity of it all. The strictness, fair but unrelenting, was all she had hoped it would be. The attention to the mind play and the creation of the proper atmosphere so crucial to her enjoyment had been the secret. Always in control, it was “the look”and the ever subtle change in the inflection of his voice that brought forth such willing obedience.
