"Yes." That would be great.Again I heard Kristin typing.

"We have just the right dominatrix for you, Thomas."

"I'm glad." Now, at this moment, my spirits suddenly rose. My heart began to beat more vigorously in my chest with anticipation, something I must have denied myself before. I also thought it was swell that Kristin didn't tell me more about the lady, accepted my request.

"I gave Kristin the information and within a few minutes she had clarified with the dominatrix that the date was clear in a BDSM studio. Now I suddenly felt like I was going on a hot blind date, freshly in love. A pleasant shiver ran over my body, although I actually knew exactly what to expect. Didn't I? I hadn't felt such a thrill in a long time.

"May I tell you the name of your lady, Thomas?"

"Yes."

"Samantha is very much looking forward to meeting you and will give you a few unforgettable hours."

"I would be delighted"

"I need an advance payment of 200 euros for the studio and your mobile number, please."

"My number is the one I call from and I would like to pay by credit card everything in advance."

"Wonderful, thank you. Unfortunately, if you pay by credit card, there is a 10% handling fee. You could also pay in cash at the meeting or in advance by wire transfer."

She told me the total price and I was already opening my bank on the screen to pay.
"No, that's not necessary. The money is already on its way."

"Thank you very much, Thomas. If anything unforeseen happens, we will discreetly text you and ask for a call back. Do you have any other questions?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Good, then I wish you some wonderful hours with Samantha now and maybe see you soon, Thomas.
"Wow, I had actually done it. Now it was just a matter of waiting for two days until I would finally, finally do what I had been dreaming of for years.

I entered a small, bright hallway and told the doorman my first name. The latter nodded in a friendly manner and opened a wooden door with iron fittings for me. I walked down a pompous archway toward discreet music and a babble of voices. The black stones on the walls seemed oppressive, but the large mirrors with gold frames were inviting. Candles flickered in antique holders and my specially polished shoe soles made no noise on the clean red velvet. I had asked for discretion, parked in an out-of-sight lot, and been allowed to use this side entrance. My pulse was already racing with tension and curiosity. But no one had told me how to proceed now. In a muted hallway, I stopped and turned to the room doors.

I'll fade out now, because I'm sure you want to be surprised just as much as I wanted to be.

But one thing I can say, my expectations were far exceeded. It was a first class experience that I will never forget. Samantha I will never forget and her art of pampering me the way I need it to take me away from everyday life with it.

Oh dear S... My circulation sinks away all at once and heat rises in me. The disaster par excellence. Since when does my wife look at my statements? How does she know who the recipient is? Heavens, does she want a divorce? I love her, after all. But she just can't fulfill my deepest, darkest desires. She's a vanilla. I swallow hard and look up at her.

Three weeks later, I am once again sitting at my desk in the evening, working, while my thoughts often wander to Samantha and my hot, crazy and unbelievable experiences with her, my office door opens. Julia comes in and puts a piece of paper on my keyboard.

The credit card statement.

Her expression makes me wonder. I read a little sadness in her gaze, but also a deeply hidden fire that I have never seen before. A thousand thoughts run through my head, but no question or justification comes out of my mouth.

Julia pulls her smartphone out of her pocket. Does she want to call our lawyer to let him know about our divorce? She flips through a few pages and holds the screen out to me.

My heart drops until I realize what I see there. The statement from her credit card. This recipient ... So that's how she knows. The penny drops. She also had ...

As I look up, a magical smile slides across Julia's beautiful face. She takes her cell phone and goes to the door, but turns around again. "A dominatrix, right?"
I nod, but have no spit to speak. This can't be ... We have all these years ... My wife wants ....
"I knew it. I'm booking us one at BB next weekend, so clear your schedule."