Sifting through the pages of the fetish periodical, Ben came upon a particular add. Indeed, the printed material spoke with an air of its own. Dressed in a black leather bikini outfit, together with black stiletto boots, the blond’s picture struck Ben with a piercing force he couldn’t resist. Consequently, he stared forth into the ghostly face of the slender feline. She was short, or so it appeared from the photo. Further, her dark sullen eyes produced an aurora of mystique to which our man was immediately attracted.

Looking down below the picture, it read, “Mistress J., searching for more slaves and submissives. Further, an address containing a post office box was given. Continuing his intense study of the lady, she appeared to grow in attraction the longer his eyes remained glued to the page. Eventually, the man pulled away his gaze and decided to copy down the address. Doing this, he got up and wrote her a letter which started as follows, “ Dearest and most Noble Mistress; Upon seeing your add in the fetish periodical, I’d most like to have a session with you.” Ben finished the brief letter with his telephone number. After putting his signature at the bottom, the man placed it into an envelope, wrote her address on top, and mailed it away. Returning to his abode, he could only hope that she’ll answer him.

Sure enough, only two days later his phone rang at six thirty in the evening, “ Hello, “ he answered.

In response, the man heard, “ Hi, this is Mistress J, I’ve got your letter.”

Next, while speaking rapidly, Ben inquired, “ Yes, ok, I’d like to see you, when could we meet?”

“ How about Friday evening at seven?”

Friday was tomorrow, hence Ben eagerly agreed, saying, “ Yea, that’ll be great; oh, and by the way, how much is the token of appreciation?”

“ It’s one fifty for the first hour, and a hundred for every hour thereafter.”

Slightly surprised, yet delighted, he responded with, “ Oh, great, that’s not bad.” Afterward, he ask, “ All right, where do we meet?”

She inquired, “ Do you know the Highland Motel in Morgan Heights?”

“ I know Morgan Heights, but not the motel.”

In light of his statement, she relayed the directions on how to get there.

Copying the information down, Ben finally said, “ Ok, everything sounds good to me, I’ll see you tomorrow at seven.”

She said, “ Here’s my number, call me when you get there and let me know the room number.”

He replied, “ Great, see you then.”

After placing the receiver down, Ben noticed he had an erection; her voice alone, with its errie, commanding, yet sensual tone, really made an impression upon the erotic side of his mind. Getting it together, he focused elsewhere and finished up the task he was working on before her call.

Returning to work the next day, Ben could hardly hold back his enthusiasm for the upcoming session. Her image flowed in and out of his imagination as the hours progressed. Finally, quitting time came, Ben left the plant and drove home. There, he ate supper and changed into a more casual attire. With all complete, our man glanced at his clock to see six upon the wall. As a result, he locked up and got into his car, started the engine, and drove off.

Winter’s weather is usually on the cold side; however, at times the temperature can be mild in relation to the season. And so it was this February day. Darkness had already descended as his vehicle moved along the interstate. Eventually, Ben took the off ramp to Morgan Heights. Paying close attention to the directions the mistress had given to him, Ben found the Highland Motel with no problem. Nested in the back of a long parkinglot surrounded on all sides with trees, the fetish man got out of his car and walked over to the office. While moving along, he was impressed with the errie silence of the area. Further, a fog slowly moved in from the other side of the road, causing a light bluish glow around the street lights. Intrigued by the haunting atmosphere, Ben made it to the front door below the office sign. Pulling forward, he opened the door and ventured inside. Behind a glass window, an Arabic gentleman sat and ask, “ Hello sir, can I help you?”

Nodding his head, Ben replied, “ Yes, I’d like to have a room for three hours.”

Asking no questions in relation to the use thereof, the man grabbed a set of keys and slid them through a small hole at the base of the glass. Afterward, the man ask Ben for some identification. Giving him his driver’s license, Ben watched as the man filled out a form. With all complete, the paper was slid to Ben who signed by the X and returned the form together with thirty dollars. After receiving his change, Ben said thanks and went over to the room number on the key, twenty six.