“Turn around and face the other way” Freya commanded softly, then delivered the order again with a little more authority. In order for this to work Freya knew she needed to embrace the sadistic, controlling streak that lay within her. It wasn’t going to be easy, this was so far from normal, or anything she’d ever considered previously. She was a middle-aged mother who had been faithful to her husband since they’d first got together over 20 years ago. Her sexual experiences with women were non-existent outside the odd fantasy… and now everything was about to change.
Mali did as she was told, her only hesitation arising from the fact she was standing blindfolded in a strange room and was frightened of falling over. Yes, she was nervous… nervous as hell but she wanted this so badly. No it was more than that, she needed this to happen – her mental health was struggling and her self esteem non-existent after yet another relationship had ended so brutally. This she knew could be the reset she needed, a chance to truly be taken to rock bottom in order to build herself back up. Yes, in part it was about sex but it was about so much more… a safe, compartmentalised way to totally release her body and soul to be utterly humiliated, degraded and objectified. She trusted Freya and Seth implicitly, she had to, for doing so was the only way she could truly begin to heal.