This is absolute madness. My throat became dry as I left the ride share to climb the steps to her townhouse on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. Here I am, a woman in my late twenties who left work early on the pretense of a dental appointment to play in Eden’s house on a sunny afternoon. I was waxed and washed, my make-up in place and dressed in a short champagne colored satin slip under a trench coat and impossibly high heeled strappy sandals as Eden had directed. I feel like a virgin…a virgin marching up the side of volcano to be flung in as a sacrifice to the gods.
After running my fingers through my hair to fluff it in place, I rang the doorbell. I resisted the urge to bite my lip as not to ruin my red lipstick. The door opened and Eden appeared in all of her dominatrix glory.
Perfectly beautiful, her slim body encased in a black leather bustier, tight black leather leggings, and sky high black leather heels. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun and her make-up was impeccable with her lips topped with blood red lipstick.