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Only when Lisa came back to me, I had a look for her free. She was wearing a maid costume, as it had worn women in America in the beginning of the twentieth century, a dress with a large rectangular neckline with frilly parts. Around her neck she wore a belt, which looked like a dog leash and had been tied up somewhere. "Come on, we are expected". I realized, how strongly I stared at the woman because she had noticed it and smiled at me.

I quickly lowered my eyes, followed Lisa to the spiral staircase and climbed up after her. Once at the top, the erroneous first impression continued a while. There were two corridors, which branched off from each other. White walls, a dark red carpet and doors at regular intervals. Lisa seemed to know her way, she chosed the right way and stopped at the sixth door. "What happens from now, I can no longer influence. Have fun." So she pushed me a kiss on the cheek and knocked. "Come in!". The voice sounded strange, a female, gentle and yet tough voice that no one dared to resist.

Lisa opened the door and entered the small apartment, which was hidden behind the inconspicuous door. I entered behind her, closed the door and looked around. I stood in a large room with a double bed, a table with three chairs and a cupboard. A door led to a small kitchen, another to a toilet. On the bed sat the person who had spoken: An impressive large woman, about mid-twenties with blond hair, which she had tied in a braid. Her brown eyes and her beautiful mouth fit to her face, which I liked right away. She wore black leather trousers and leather uppers, which covered any piece of her skin and was formed like a turtleneck sweater. She stood up and walked toward me, ignoring Lisa.

"Hello, nice that you came Simone. Sit down." We shook hands, she had a firm and testing handshake. As we were seated, she commanded suddenly the somewhat uncertainly standing Lisa: "What are you thinking? Take off your clothes and make tea for us." Lisa flinched as if from a blow, and hastily pulled off her sweater. I could not other but watch, as she unbuttoned her jeans, she took off and got out of her socks. After she had got rid of her T-shirts, and only in bra and panties in front of us, she looked at her mistress again. "It's enough, Lisa. More you need for now not to move out." Thankfully, she disappeared into the small kitchen.

While Lisa brought the tea and then knelt at the feet of her mistress, I chatted with the woman who introduced herself as Dana. In the next hour we were talking excitedly amongst ourselves, and I learned a lot. This house was no ordinary hotel and here are no employees. Here are just rooms were rented, in which people could engage their imagination. Dana had been for some time Lisa's girlfriend, they knew each other for half a year longer and before long had found their love for each other, and their disposition.

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