She looked servile enough next to Bernia. She couldtell Bernia hated this and her face was full of extreme concern for her.Then it was time to go. Ber...ie walked Aisha to the car and they took off tothe meeting. It was more of a luncheon and conference to meet the otherDominatrixes and the submissive's served them meals and basically did asthey were told while the Dommes got to know eachother.This would be a new experience for Bernia, not so much for Aisha. Berniatook Aisha into the place and. "No need for a burn when I need to relax!" The magic ofthe warm night air and bath water started to work. "Oh boy," hethought, as all tension in his body started to melt away.Leaning back , he put his arms on the side of the tub.He closed his eyes and listened to what his nerve endings weretelling him. The soft caress of the water currents as theywashed over his skin, the breeze on his forehead, the pleasantfeeling of a slowly growing erection. "Yup, me feel good rightnow," he thought. . By now she knew every inch of the four walls surrounding her where the paint had peeled off, where there was a scribble, where a screw had been hammered in. It was not exactly boredom but rather a strange numbness that occupied her. For the last one hour she had fought against it but slowly and slowly it was overcoming her. Why was she here? What did she expect from this place? She knew not. Only this much she knew whenever she thought of this place she felt paralyzed. Something was drawing her. I have invited her out for a drink several times once she finishes with no luck, however one night she agreed to come for a quick drink at a bar downstairs.At the bar she explained she was married with no c***dren, her husband was older than her and drank far too much hence why she cleans at night as well as having another job at a school. Maybe i am a good listener but one drink turned into several glasses of wine when she insisted she had to leave I said I would make sure she got home safely.