Renting Ginny

We pulled up to a beautiful condominium. The building looked modern and pricey; the grounds immaculate. “How lovely,” I said as Anina maneuvered the Mercedes into a double-car garage. There were no other vehicles parked within it. I stepped out of the car. The only other objects in the brightly lit garage were the usual things one stored in their garage – tools, spare pieces of furniture, old lamps and appliances, and a couple of bikes. I was walking around to the driver’s side of the car as Anina pulled my bags from the back seat. “Right this way, ma’am,” she said in a cheery voice. We entered the door, which was just a couple of yards from the car, and stepped into the spacious condo. I followed the tall, attractive woman as she went through the place, flicking on lights. “Wow, this is nice,” I said, and I meant it, too. “Danke, dear. Come with me.” I continued to follow her to what I thought would be a guest room. The people I stayed with usually supplied me with my own room during the duration of my stay, even though I usually slept with them. Anina, however, was determined to keep me close by at least for starters. Upon passing the other bedroom, I could see that it appeared to be set up as an office and was of average size. The master bedroom, however, was huge. Anina cleared a spot on top of a long dresser. “Just throw your stuff down for now,” she told me. I did as I was told, and then I was unsure of myself. Should I ask what she wanted me to do next, or should I just wait for further instructions? Before I could decide, Anina said, “Come.” I followed her into the living room. It was spacious and airy. I looked up toward the skylights, but there was nothing but blackness beyond them since it was now nighttime. Anina sat on her long, curvy couch, which ran along two different walls. I was about to sit next to her when she said, “Wait. Before we get into chatting and having any fun, I’d like a full view of my purchase.” I remained on my feet, still feeling self-conscious and unsure of myself. This was something I’d never felt before with any other client. “Ready?” she asked. At first, I thought she was asking me to step back so she could see me from head to toe. “Your online pictures are lovely, and while they may expose most of you, they don’t exactly show it all.” Now that I understood that she wanted me to strip, I slowly began to undress before her eyes. Her gaze was intent and serious but otherwise unreadable. I had no idea just what it was she wanted to see or if she was approving of what she saw so far or not. I wondered about this, although I didn’t ask. If she suddenly realized I had a birthmark or something, would she send me back? And what if she thought my thighs were too chunky? I wasn’t skinny like she was. I wasn’t fat, but I wasn’t thin in the least bit. I had a curvier and almost athletic appearing body. My tummy was flat, but I had ample hips and breasts. The only thing Anina had much of was her own breasts. I was now fully undressed and hoping she didn’t mind “trimmed” pussies, though I could always shave it all off if that’s what she wanted, even though I didn’t usually like to do that. Shaving seemed to make me itch no matter how much expensive lotion I put on afterward, gave me worse regrowth, and made me feel too little girlish. I must have won her approval, for a slow and sexy smile began to tug at the corners of her lips. “Turn around,” she said. I turned. “Okay, that will do,” she said, rising from the couch. I smiled and said, “Glad I passed your inspection.” “That you did, my sweet one. Now, how about a martini?” I wasn’t much of a drinker, but why not? “Sure,” I said. “Do you drink much?” “No, I’m usually more of a coffee and soda person if I’m not drinking just plain old water.” “You’re a real fitness buff.” “I like to keep in shape.” “You’re not on any medication, correct?” “That is correct,” I told her, thinking the question a bit odd but not questioning her question in any way. Perhaps that was because I was just so damn turned on by this woman that I didn’t want to blow it in any way. As long as we got along well enough, I really hoped to stay with her for as long as I could. She mixed our drinks and carried them back to the couch, kicking off her shoes along the way. I had pulled on my pink silky panties and matching bra and was about to put my dress back on as well, but then she stopped me. “No,” she said, “I really like you in just your undies.” I let the dress slip back to the floor and sat next to her on the couch. “Thank you,” I said as I took my drink from her. “Your little matching bra and panties are so cute and sexy at the same time.” “Thanks,” I said, feeling myself blush. This seemed to amuse her, and she said, “So what do you think so far?” “I think that both you and your home are gorgeous.” We gazed intently at one another. “Have you ever done this before?” “No,” she said, keeping her eyes on me as she sipped from her glass. “Is that okay?” “That’s fine with me. It really doesn’t matter either way, but I will say that I’ve never been attracted to a client before you.” “No?” I shook my head. Her expression turned serious again as I sipped from my own glass. “Remember what we talked about in the car on the way over?” My mind thought back to the drive over. “About domination and submission?” A sly smile and a slight nod, as if she were impressed that I remembered. “What about it?” “Do you always do what you’re told?” “Within reason.” “What’s within reason?” “Well,” I said, unsure of where she was going, “you read in my file what’s acceptable to me and what’s not.” “I did, and I intend to respect your wishes. In other words, I won’t make you do any of the things you specified in your file that you won’t do.” Then what was she getting at? She seemed almost amused at the way I frowned with confusion. “I can tell this is new to you,” she said. “Yeah,” I admitted, feeling a bit dumb. Then I decided the direct approach may be best after all. “Just what is it you’d like of me, Anina?” She smiled broadly, momentarily exposing beautiful teeth that were a bit too white and too even to be real, especially since she was a smoker. I began to feel sleepy and struggled to suppress a yawn. She picked up on it anyway. “Feeling sleepy?” I nodded. “A little bit. It’s been a long day.” “I own you now, Ginny,” she told me in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. “I am your master and you are my slave.” My eyelids began to droop. What the hell was going on? “And everything you do, say, and wear can and will only be done with my permission and my permission only.” A sense of panic began to well up within me as I realized I wasn’t simply tired. She took my glass and set it down on the glass coffee table in front of us. My head slumped against the back of the black leather couch that was both cool and soft to the touch. What the hell?! “Even what you eat and drink will be up to me,” she said, voice sounding further and further away. “W—what the hell did you put in my drink?” I groggily demanded. “Just something to relax you. Don’t worry,” she said, finishing her own, untainted drink. “It won’t hurt you.” “But—but why?” Her eyes suddenly took on a sinister look as she stared hard and seriously at me. “Do not speak unless spoken to.” Every ounce of my gut told me it would definitely be in my best interest to obey her commands.