Rose POV: I look and see the flashing of my phone notifyingI jave a phone call. I flip it open "yello" I say into the phones speaker. I use my shoulder to hold the phone on my ear to sit on the suit case to stuff the clothes for "aw whole week" in. "Rose, I need you to do something." I hear come from the other line. Obviously its jen, I dont really have any other friends, and my family had shuned out of the family because of Jim. They thought I was over dramatic and that Jim was a perfect man. "I need you to call this number to schedule your appointment." God. Maybe getting Jen to help me lift my spirts was a bad idea. "Jenny maybe I shouldn't-" I get cut off as Jen starts to spilt out numbers. "You are going wheatgrr you like it or not." I guess my choice has already been made. I ask for a repeat of the numbers and neatly write them on a piece of paper for later. "xxx-xxx-xxxx, right?" Jen laughts in delight, It sounds of a minicale laugh that crackels through the phone.
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I look at the the stove to see the time displayed in green neon numbers 8:43 pm. I feel content with the ratio of clean and dirty my house had gotten through my clean spree before I go on my mini vacation with Jen. I guess I should summon up the courage to schedule my appointment. I grab the phone with my shaky fingers. I type the numbers in carefully so I don't mess up and call a random number. Now that would be embarrassing. Once sinced with the number I press the green speak button. The phone line sparkes to life running to get in touch with the number I need. On the second ring a woman picks up, she sounded kinda young. "Hello, thank you for calling bliss how may I help you?" I have so many feelings right now that I almost want to vomit from anxiety. I feel cold sweat consume my body. "Hello?" The woman repeats after no response from my side of the line. "Yes, hello...um...I would like to schedule an appointment." I say almost of a whisper "Yep, ok who do you want to schedule with, Ma'ma?" I guess I should just go with the all high famous and well known for her stills mistress. "With one of your workers named, mistress." I feel the air get heavy, or is it just me. "Yes. Now all I need is your name." "Rose. L. Tatum" I hear awkward silence now on the womans side of the line. I image rhe voice of the woman and what kind of body it belongs to. Her voice is clean. Silky and precise. I see a blond maybe some freckles, those are cute. "I see you have your appointment already paid for and we look forward to hear from you, but I hope to see you in person.

I feel wet, and dirty all at the same time. I had just scheduled my first appointment with a prostitute in a sex company. I mean genders dont mean anything to me. I am happy with who ever is happy with me, but I never thought I would have my lesbian sex cherry popped by a celebrity. Well what is a desperate, lonely, woman who has been sexually inactive for almost a year to do. I better rest up, I have a whole road of new experiences coming my way, also I have the feeling I wont get much sleep. Thats coming from the girls who is going vacation wirh her best friend that easily doesn't sleep for anything. This is Rose signing off.
I'm so stupid, I chuckle and hop into the warm bed. The sheets dark red with a cream comforter. I feel if a therapist where to ask of my safe place, it would be here.
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Jen awaits out of my house as I look through the blinds still going over my decision of if I should go with this looney woman. I'm not a bitch tho, I may seem reserved but I would be happy just getting out of the house to erase the memory of Jim. I haven't even taken down our wedding pictures down. I worry if that would have been my only ticket to marriage. I take my suitcase by the handel, and fumble when the wheels didn't catch the floor just right, and turned to its side. I slip on my converse weathered with constant wear. I grab my jacket keys, and lock up before I leave.

Jens car awaits my entrance with Jen leaning over the seat to open the side passenger seat. I slide into the seat as if it was made for me. The leather feels cool on my legs for it easily sliced through my stockings, and light jean shorts. "Lets hurry or we are will miss the appointment." Jen says as she takes the car out of parking, and hits the gas. Her car grouns with the sudden movements without any preperation. We are going my car to Jens old booming populated capital city. I put in my earbuds blocking out Jens small talk till she turns on her country music of a man is gonna fuck his wife so hard the house would shake? I dont even know anymore why society is ruled by sex.
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We walk into the the motel, and check out a room with a city view. We got lucky for the front desk had patience for us. Jen left her wallet in the car when trying to pay for a 600 dollar stay bill. They could have thought we were robbers with our acts not together. We got a room with two queen beds with navy blue and burgundy blankets, and sheets. It had more of a beach theme to the room. We will sign out of the room on friday and make it home by Saturday around noon. We will leave for the meeting with "mistress" tomorrow.
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I'll I remember before I was faced with a door that closed from the outside and given the directions to undress then come to a meeting with woman dressed in tight leather asking for if I had any STDs, but Im healthy like a horse. Well not in my mind tho, but I am kinda self consouse tho my body looks too skinny my viens show up to the surface of my skin like a plant wanting sunlight. My bruises are all gone which makes me lonely. I step out of the little curtian of red velvet set up for the main event undressing. I walk to be judged by a table of the blonde women. "Do you enjoy BDSM or bondage?" How the hell can you simply ask someone a question like that, with the straight face as these women.

"Ok. So I guess this is your first time, especially at a place like this. But we have three rules #1. No STDs, for the safety of our workers and customers. #2. Everything is confidential to the customer. #3 to have fun." The brunette said with horrible high lights smiled a toothy grin. "Thank you. Now I am in your care." I said to the group.
The leader I presumed walked up to me with a car like strut. She reached her hands up with a piece of cloth which then was used to cover my eyes. And all I saw was dark.

I was unmoved into a broom which I heard locked behind me. Room was full of the smell of leather and an intoxicating aroma. That made me feel the more I breathe it in the More tingly I would get And I heard the sharp *click* of high heels walking along the cold floor then stopping in front of me. "What is your name?" I heard a stern womanly? voice say so close to my ear. "Rose" In mutter under my breath. "Speak up. Mistress. After every sentence you answer yes or no Mistress is that clear?" The voice echoing in the room said. "Yes Mistress, My name is Rose." I answer in pure defeat for I don't even know the face of my opponent. I feel a a hand, warm warp around me from behind.

It reaches down, and up cupping and letting go of my breasts. I get excited over the arousing feeling of once again kicking my sex driver into gear. "Mistress, I want to see..." I leave the rest of my sentence broken off for my mouth was covered and wrecked by the lips of the mistress. She pulls on my hair exposing my neck while ripping of my blind fold. Time seems to go into slow motion. I see a woman with brown hair with green tinted with blue eyes. Hair is brushed in the mistresses face, she stood in front of me as a goddess. My eyes adjust to the sudden brightness exposure. I think I found love.
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"Ah~ Fuck, Mistress can I cum?" I am suspended in the air with ropes with tge mistresses fingers exploring me deep. "I said no." I flex my arms resisting my restraints. "Dont resist." I hear her say so cold as she takes a fist full of my hair. She flicks open a switch blade -slice- I watch my hair fall to the ground. "Mistress please" I said to cold dominant Force in the room. I let loose of my moans, my head goes blank and white. I feel my climax take over my body, and shake me to my core. Mistress continues to work my body creating her image stamped into my body, remember her hand, breath, and her sweet mouth.

Mistress changes my position I was then tied to a table, limbs cuffed to the edges. Im entwined with wires to vibration on all of my soft spots. "Ugh- oh god. Mistress stop teasing me." I yell in sexually frustration. "Your face shows off all its freckles when it gets red from anger or is it have to do with you being aroused." She applies pressure to my clit. I loose my self I will only last moments more. Mistress hangs over me with a red corset, her stockings ripped with my nails for the lost count of orgams. Her hair tickles my skin causing more sensitivity to her touch. "Mistress, can I ask you something?" I look at the mistress knowing Im steping a boundary but I can't help myself. "Hmm?" I flitch expecting a whip from the mistress. "Will you kiss me, mistress?" Her face inches closer to mine. I feel plump lips touch mine but softly barely touch mine. Her kiss is light, compassionate she not as much burte force. Mistress licks my bottom lip asking for entry. Her tongue beings to encircle mine touching every crack and crevice in my mouth. Mistress slowly undoes my chains letting my be free. She pulls me into her arms into a wedding cradle as she takes me out of the room filled with the smell, and of the memories of sex. I go limp, this experience has emotionally drawn me out. I need to rest. I dream of my love, the mistress.
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Author note: sorry for the long-long chapter...hope you enjoyed~