‘There’s no one here?’ he asked. ‘That’s right,’ she said softly, the smile still teasing at her lips. Rising, he stammered, ‘I didn’t...realize. I’m sorry. We should go.’ He held out his hand to her. She rose and ignoring his hand, she stepped close to him. Staring into his warm dark eyes, she placed her palms on his chest. ‘We’re alone. Don’t you want to kiss me?’ she asked breathlessly. She felt his heartbeat increase beneath her hands as she leaned closer to him, tipping her face up to his.. .until just recently that is, when I happened across an advert in a sex magazine that I happened to be reading at the time.“Dominatrix requires young studs who are in need of correction or maternal direction” It proudly proclaimed, sounds like just what I have been looking for I remember thinking to myself at the time as I replied to it. It did not take long for the arranged day to come round. It turned out that that the venue was a plush looking bungalow in the middle of suburbia. I knocked at. I go out on to the balcony expecting to find you showing your body to the world, but I am alone. There's a bottle of wine, so I pour a glass. I take a drink and hear the door open further. There you are, in a silky black robe. I offer you the other glass. As you reach for it, the robe comes open, revealing what's hidden beneath. My eyes fall on the sheer black stockings that run all the way up to your thighs, where they meet the lacy black garter belt that hugs your hips perfectly. Under that. "I told youcocktails at nine, dinner at nine-thirty," she said in a way one mightlovingly scold a child."But, Ginny," I stammered, "you said seven o'clock."I was sure she had said seven. I pride myself on being punctual andknew I couldn't have misunderstood her very precise instructions.First she calls me a 'young boy', then pretty, then publicly brandsme with her lipstick and mascara while teasing how I could be mistakenfor her teenage daughter -- if she could 'put me in the right.