On the cusp of turning
fifty, Tiara, a submissive without a Dom or husband, desired to return to the
lifestyle. Placing her destiny in the hands of Madame Eve and the 1Night Stand
Service, will Tiara find all that she seeks? Or will a past love interfere with
her future plans?
Excerpt~
“You
still got it, girl.” Admiring her lithe and toned body in the full-length
mirror, she donned the silk robe left on a hook.
She
folded and stowed her costume on the chair so when she returned to the bathroom
it would be readily available. Stepping into the dimly lit hallway, Tiara
followed the recessed lighting located in the floor to where a DM stood ramrod
straight, muscular arms crossed over his chest.
“You may enter.” He held the door open for her and followed her in.
“Please remember
to utilize your safewords, if necessary. Yellow to slow down and red to stop.
If at any time you feel unsettled or unsafe, this button will send a signal to
me, and I will enter immediately to stop all play. Do you understand?” The DM
pointed to the panic button.
“Yes,
I understand.”
“Enjoy.”
Without a glance backwards, the imposing DM vacated the room. Stripping off her
robe, she folded and left it on a chair for later.
The
walls of the Doctor’s Office were a pale pink with brown accents. Her eyes were
drawn to the intricate examining table with fur-lined stirrups at the base. The
table appeared to be disjointed to allow for adjustable angles. She ran her
fingers along the wardrobe cabinet, dark cherrywood sanded smooth to the touch.
A queen-size bed, also dark wood, sat in the far corner. She stood at parade
rest, eyes downcast.
