Date: Tue, 11 Oct 2005 20:13:11 +0000
From: Petra Rose <petrarose@hotmail.com>
Subject: Emotional Rescue Part 2 (Lesbian / Authoritarian FF)

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There are elements of this story that are true.
To those whose experience I based it on I thank you.
Feedback as always is really appriciated :)

Petra Rose <petrarose@hotmail.com>


Emotional Rescue Part 2 (Lesbian / Authoritarian FF)


Fifteen minutes later a cab dropped me outside the Lexington. I noticed the
driver watch me as I went inside, it was not a nice area and I guess he was
making sure I actually made it to the door safely. Still determined not to
let Jane down and do as she had ordered me, I made my way briskly towards
the reception desk which was at the end of a very dark and dingy
hallway. The receptionist was equally dishevelled with about three day's
growth of beard and greasy hair that hadn't seen a comb in weeks.

But I hadn't time to back out now. Was this part of Jane test for me I
wondered?  But with only a few minutes to go before she called me again I
had to get to the room as soon as possible. As the receptionist let his
piggy little eyes feast over my slim figure, I asked for the key to room
twenty four and hoped he wouldn't ask me for identification.  Thankfully he
simply produced the key and informed me the room was on the second floor.

"You'll have to take the stairs as the lift is out of order." He said, then
as an afterthought added. "Everything been paid for. Though I don't know if
that includes your services though. Let me know if you want to make
anything extra?  I'm sure we can come to an arrangement"

Shocked that he thought I was some sort of hooker, I simply grabbed the key
from his hand and made my way as quickly as possible up to the second
floor. I had just found room twenty four when my phone began to vibrate. As
quick as I could I opened the door, rushed inside and answered my
phone. Once again Jane's pretty cute face appeared on the screen.

"Well Miss Petra Rose, have you made your escape from that torture you call
work?  Have you followed my instructions or do I hang up now and never see
you again?"

"No wait!" I cried out. "I've done what you ordered me to do Jane. I'm here
at the hotel in room twenty four!"

"Prove it to me Miss Rose" Jane demanded.

For a few seconds I was stumped as to how I could do this, then I realised
I had the phone.  Quickly, I held it up and hoped that Jane could see the
room which I was standing in.  To be honest, compared to the awful looking
décor I had seen so far in this hotel, the room itself was fairly pleasant
and clean. The walls were painted the usual light brown colour, the carpet
was clean and the simple furnishings were at least not falling to
pieces. However, the biggest surprise was the large double bed that took up
most of the space, it looked brand new, with sparkling white sheets and
pillows that had that fresh clean smell about them.

"Good" I heard Jane say. "Turn the phone towards you again Miss Rose, so I
can see you."  Quickly I did as she said until I could see Jane once again
looking back at me.

"Excellent! Well you have past the first test Miss Petra Rose. I guess you
do love me like you say you do. You prefer me to your job at least. But I
haven't finished with you yet. Place this phone on the table over there, so
I can watch you."

With total submission I did as Jane said. As she like me to do, I
respectfully knelt in front of her and let my head bow down, waiting for
her next command.

"In the next few minutes there will be a knock on the door. Miss Rose, you
shall immediately answer it and let the stranger in. Then let me do all the
talking.  You are not to answer unless spoken to, you understand?"

By now I was really getting turned on. Many times we played the roles of
sub and Domme, with Jane taking on the Mistress role. We both loved role
playing in this way, although as I had mentioned earlier, only in the
privacy of our own bedroom.  Now it appeared if there would be a third
person involved. I could feel myself becoming wet at the mere thought. Then
I heard a knock on the door.

(To be continued)