I couldn’t help but jump at the contact.“Kyle I’m a married woman.”“I know, and don’t care,” he said, “read the contents of the folder...”My jaw dropped as I pulled out what looked like a contract. I saw words like restraints, paddles, plugs and clamps.“What the hell?” I hissed pushing his hand off my leg.“I told you the job was two-fold. A personal assistant, the second part is being my submissive; you do know what that is don’t you?”“Yes, I’m aware of the terminology. Why do you think I’d. He stuck his hand up and waved at the floor manager. "Over here!" he called. Then, quieter, he urged me, "Go on, dummy. Go get her!"I stood and began to walk toward the floor manager, clutching my ticket. Applause, catcalls and envious looks surrounded me as I made my way to the front. When I reached it, I handed my ticket to the floor manager, who compared it to the one he had in his hand and then gave me a big smile."YES!" he shouted, "we have our first winner!" Holding the microphone against. ...I'm going to have to give this a try."That's different than I expected. I think we can give it a try. When do you want to do it?" Next weekend would be fine, you do need to make a few preparations, there's actually a book on it that she had." Can we stop at Babeland and get it?" If they're open, sure." Then let's do that on the way home. What else do you want to try that we haven't done yet?"He blushes again. "Out with it!" I demand."Well, there is that Princess Leia outfit.....I could be. I was beginning to look very feminine what with my hair, painted finger nails and now make up.I heard the door unlock and Ann came in carrying some boxes. She put them down on the bed and smiled, "Please get undressed, Susan and I will show you what you are going to wear."I did as I was told and Ann began unpacking the boxes.She handed me a pair of sheer grey tights and told me to put them on. Ann giggled as I struggled pulling them up and said, "You will learn, Susan. I think stockings are.