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envelopes. They were all
headed somewhere, why wasn’t she?
           “Lydia
Westwood?” a deep, accented voice came from above her. She looked up, surprised
that she hadn’t noticed anyone approach, and her grey eyes locked onto a tall,
suited man’s big set of blue ones. He was wearing electric blue spectacles and
had the nicest shade of blonde hair Lydia had ever seen on a man. He was
smiling in a bemused kind of way and carrying two lattes to go.
           “Yes,
hello,” she started to rise to shake his hand and instead of shaking it, the
man helped her to her feet.
           “Get
your bag, let’s go,” he indicated the take-away coffees, and Lydia was too
surprised to say ‘no’. She grabbed her things and followed him out of the shop
and stood as he hailed a cab.
           “Jack
Riding?” she asked, still unsure.
           “Who
else would it be?” he grinned as a cab pulled up. He held the door open.
“Ladies’ first,” he said and got in after her. The cab pulled off and Jack gave
an address in central London.
           “Where
are we going?” Lydia asked, watching familiar streets turn to unfamiliar ones.
           “Back
to my place, if you don’t mind,” he replied, handing her one of the coffees.
She sipped it gratefully. “It’s easier to do these things in a familiar place,”
he brought out a piece of paper and handed it to her. “This is a contract,” he
explained. “You’ll want to read it and sign it. I’ve taken the liberty of
signing it already,” he pointed to a swirling, artistic scrawl at the bottom of
the page.
           Lydia
read through the page, raising her eyebrows several times as she did so.

 
    The binding contact between Lydia Westwood (sub) and Jack
Riding (dom) hereby states that the sub will at all times adhere to any and all
instructions given by the dom. The sub has no right to end the scene, except
through statement of the Safe Word, hereby designated as Coffee .
    The scene may include but is not limited to the following
activities…

 
    There followed a list ranging from
spanking to fisting that made Lydia’s eyebrows shoot up in horror. She decided
that safe word would be on the tip of her tongue at all times, as the cab
pulled up outside a large, three-storey terraced house in the heart of London.
           “Are
you rich?” she asked as she got out of the vehicle.
           “Well,
yes, actually,” Jack knocked on the door once and a man in a suit answered the
door.
           “Good
afternoon, Sir,” he said, opening the door to let his employer in. “Will you be
requiring anything?”
           “Just
the third floor, Brown, thank you,” Jack handed his coat to the butler and
indicated Lydia should do the same. With a slight incline of the head, the man
called ‘Brown’ disappeared into a different room.
           “Should
I take my shoes off?” Lydia asked, feeling stupid.
           “Yes,
that will save some time,” Jack smiled. “We’ll take the third floor. I hope you
are prepared,” and he indicated she should lead the way up the oak staircase,
smiling politely at her confusion. With each step she was getting closer and
closer to something new, something exciting with this man who she could feel
following her from behind; his eyes soaking in her body with each and every
step. The dream she had remembered earlier that morning popped into her head in
its entirety and she smiled as she recalled the images, hoping that dreams
really do come true.

 
 
    Chapter
Three
    Lydia stood, stripped naked, her arms
wrapped protectively around herself in the centre of a large room which was
painted a dark, seductive blue. Around her seemed to be weapons of various
degrees of distress.
           There
was a strange seat, like a pommel-horse; a large ‘X’ shape, complete with
buckles at the end of each line; a curved table-like object and an assortment
of whips, buckles,