She told me to start eating her out again and I did just that. As I was doing this I she tugged my hands over my head and tied them to the bed. She th...en got off my face. I asked her why she had tied my hands to the bed. She stated that it was now time for her to teach me a lesson. She then told me that she was also a dominatrix. That was definitely something I had never known or would off though my mom was into.She then stated I shouldn’t be surprised. Didn’t I ever wonder what was in the. ”“You go do that then,” he commands. “You won’t get three steps out the building before your ass is picked up.”“Mu’dak,” she growls.“What was that?” he asks, and then says mockingly, “My Russian is a little rusty.“I call you asshole,” she reveals.“Oh, so I’m the asshole?”“Asshole doesn’t even begin to explain you,” Yulia snaps before turning on her heels and heads for the guest room.“Yeah, you go ahead and get the last word,” he calls after her. “Fucking Russians...”Yulia doesn’t hear the rest. The hotel definitely had a sisterhood. Others swung both ways. Still, no one made the first move. That was a deal breaker. When it came to sex, Trish wanted to be pushed. That meant someone unafraid to make the first move.Months passed, then seasons. Spring was turning to summer when Trish received a call to work yet another Sunday reception. On the subway, Trish thought about the overtime and hoped for a decent tip. Her hopes were not high. Fully formal dances were usually too stodgy for good. The afternoon faded to night as we laughed and joked as if the drunkenness from the night before never happened but we both knew the passion we both felt was mutual and was only a matter of time before we took our relationship to the next level.As I left that night he asked if I meant what I said on the phone and without any further thought I admitted it was too soon but it was true, I had fallen for this man. As I returned every night after work we continued to passionately kiss and fondle but.