“Are you into BDSM?” I hadn’t focused on that part of his profile. I Googled acts in the RHP sexual & fetish interests, I knew some, but didn’t know they had a name. Others I didn’t know. I researched BDSM. The videos were unreal. The blogs explained things in a way I could handle.

2 weeks wait was intense. He told me what to wear. I had to drop my kids off to my Mother’s on the way. I can’t wear what he was suggesting. Simple, he said, “Change at a Servo.” Meeting at a public car park, I arrived an hour early, eager to meet this intriguing & alluring man. I changed, secretively in my car. I wasn’t changing in public toilets, “They would see me?”

My guardian angels calmed me as I watched various characters carrying on with their lives, without a care. “Did anyone notice I was waiting for the rest of my life to start?”

I nearly peed my pants,as his car horn gently beeped; shaking like a banana tree in a cyclone as he approached my car, then inspected my attire. He touched my shoulder, smiled & said “Hello”. I meekly said, “Hello.” “Are you OK?” I replied, “Yes thank you.”

“Follow me.” We parked at accommodation style car park. He got into my car, “We’ll take your car.” “Great!” I could stop anytime.

At a wine bar, in 6½ inch pumps, sexy skirt & top, stockings & suspender, I chose a secluded spot. He placed his Man Bag beside me. My breathing exercises couldn’t stop my shaking. We talked about my research. Then, “Take your bra off.” I looked around, found a brief moment. Like a chic in a bonanza discount clothing store, it was off. He smiled, “Now your panties.” I stopped shaking as the blood drained from my face. “Ok, I can do this.” Doing my suspender in my car, over my G-string, the logistics, of removing it, pulling up my skirt to hook my fingers around my G-string & remove them was insane. A waitress walked in, stared right at me. What else could I do, but smile & continue. My top was see through. I felt quite vulnerable, sexy & shocked I was doing this.

His Man Bag was a camera. “Lift your top.” “Really,” I thought, complying. He kneeled down beside the table, “Open your legs.” He took pics, which showed my look of surprise, embarrassment & eagerness.

After interesting conversation, our drinks finished, we left, then realized, I past a group of men, with my slutty attire, without a thought. At a BBQ area, “Stand here with your back to me. Open your legs, wider.” My skirt hitched up itself, showing my suspender and the lower part of my butt. I was peering to see if anyone was around, my skirt now hitched up, above my hips. “Now bend over & poke your bum out.” I looked up & saw a couple walking towards us. Hubby had a smile on his face, trying not to be obvious. I looked down as his wife slapped his shoulder.

“Please don’t let them see me. What are you doing?” Sit on the seat, “Open your knees.” As I did, another man walked by. I couldn’t look at him. Now I saw nothing. I could hear though. “Thank you My Dear.”