“I hope I’m not late.” She hastily rushed toward the table.
“Doesn’t seem so, Miss Shaw, please sit down. I won’t keep you long.”
“Oh, that’s not a problem. I was beginning to wonder if you were still interested; I mean it’s been so many…” she suddenly stopped talking, realizing how silly she sounded.
“Very good,” he said patiently. “The less you speak the better.”
“Yes, sir,” she bowed her head, batting her lashes coyly.
He let her stew under his examining stare for a harrowing interval while he calmly sipped his drink, then finally began: “Have you ever had a serious Dominant submissive relationship, Miss Shaw? I’m not talking about play, I’m talking about an earnest attempt to live out your s****l kink.”
“No, sir, not really. It’s just been scenes at the X-Club. I mean a couple of
