As the cab idled next to a brick building with shuttered windows, Sara looked at the slip of paper crumpled in her hand again to check the address. Yes, this was it. She had just gone through a bad breakup, and her friend Elise had slipped the paper into her hand at a party the night before.

“I know you are trying to forget him,” Elise had said quietly. “Go here tomorrow night, and they will help you. Just follow the instructions.”

Sara slipped her fare to the driver and stepped out into the night. As the car drove away, she realized how dark it was on the street. Suddenly, the door in front of her opened a crack and spilled light out onto the dark sidewalk.

She tentatively pushed the door open and stepped inside. She was in a hallway with marble floors, and a carved wooden table stood in front of her. The table held a card of the same cream paper as the night before. She opened the card with trembling hands and read the instructions in the dim light.

Welcome. You must make a decision. You have made the journey here, and you must decide whether or not you will complete it. If not, you may leave now. Otherwise, continue down the hallway.

She took a deep breath. She was here, so she may as well. She pushed open the door at the end of the hallway and found herself in a small room where another card waited for her on another table beside a simple wooden box.

Remove the items from the box and put them on the table. Remove your clothes and all other personal items and place them in the box; they will be returned later. Put on what’s in the box and proceed to the next room.

She opened the box and found a beautiful, lacy pair of panties and a corset. She took off what she was wearing, fastened the corset, and slid the panties up over her hips. To her shock, the panties were crotchless, and while both they and the corset fit her perfectly, her breasts were pushed up and were spilling over the top. She stepped through the third door.

She was in a room lit only by candles, empty save for the bed in the center of the room. A strip of fabric, a ball gag and another envelope were in the center of the bed. She walked across the room and opened the last card.

You’ve come to the end of your journey- but it is only the beginning. Blindfold and gag yourself, and then wait on your hands and knees. Whatever happens, do not make any noise.

She followed the instructions, and as she waited, she could feel her pulse thrumming in her veins, and the heat beginning to collect in her cunt. A few moments later, a door in the opposite direction from where she had entered the room opened. A hand brushed over her ass and across her wet folds. She was dripping with need, her skin tingling in anticipation. The fingers slipped inside of her, one, then two, then three, pushing against her g-spot as she strained back toward the mysterious person. It was everything she could do not to moan aloud when the questing fingers were replaced by a tongue, swirling around her clit and probing inside of her.

She never came quickly normally, but the risk and the mystery coupled with the fingers once again pressing against her g-spot caused her to come, hard and fast, as she bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out. Without waiting for her to recover, the stranger replaced their fingers with a long, hard, ribbed object, filling her cunt more than she had ever been filled. The object pumped in and out, gaining tempo, until she came again and again, more intensely than she had ever come in her life. Just when she thought she couldn’t bear anymore, the stranger left, taking the delicious fingers and tongue and toy with them.

She collapsed on the bed, unable to support herself any longer, and when she finally had enough energy to remove the blindfold and the gag she found another envelope on the bed beside her.

Thank you for visiting. Although you cannot return, we hope you found your stay pleasurable. Please give the enclosed card to someone else you think is in need of our services.

She looked in the envelope again and found a second, smaller slip of paper, identical to the one Elise had given her at the party. A slow grin lifted the corners of Sara’s mouth. She felt better than she had in weeks, and she certainly knew others who would benefit from the experience.