My Favorite Stranger

Session 1

Martin Gore had been to his fair share of sex clubs but most of the time, he was an observer. He'd participated once in Berlin with Christina and Nanni, and that was when he found that he liked being tied up. Beyond that, he simply watched. He didn't participate because things could get intense, and Martin felt better steering clear of intense.

In January, he'd broken up with his girlfriend Suzanne because he had started to resent her like he used to resent Anne while they were dating. She wasn't as stuck up as Anne was, but she slowly began to comment negatively on the things he liked. Once he realized that there was nothing more for him in the relationship, he didn't try to keep her around. Being treated like he was disgusting was more painful than he ever wanted to admit.

He found himself at The Vault after a photo shoot with the band and a quick shower and change of clothes. Dave and Alan had decided to go to a bar and Andy said that he was going back to the hotel, but seemed curious about what Martin's plans were. Martin said that he was going to see a movie that Andy hated and that repelled his best friend. If he'd told Andy the truth, Andy would refuse to go with him but tell Dave and Alan. Martin didn't want to deal with the teasing and comments from his band mates, so he lied.

After showing his ID and filling out his form, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, he was ushered into a room. Along the way, he noticed how other patrons were being dominated and a shiver ran up his spine. His room, however, was just a normal bondage room. Almost sparse except for the X-rack, cuffs and ropes.

Suzanne crept into his mind as he waited. It was the last thing he wanted but he wondered how she'd react if she knew he was about to be tied up. Christina and Nanni were thrilled when he first experienced it, but that was a different time and Christina even came to hate that he liked it so much. Suz would have freaked out. Called him disgusting. Shades of Anne.

He swallowed the lump of tears that burned his throat and briefly swiped at his eyes. He wasn't a pervert. He just enjoyed decadence.

The sound of heels coming closer made him straighten up and try not to look like a sad sack. When the door to the room opened, he took a deep breath and held it as he looked at the person who'd come in. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever met.

She was wearing a black lace bodysuit that had a satin ribbon tied into a bow across her ample breasts, covering her nipples. Martin had already figured out she was a 34DD without having to ask, but he kept that to himself. Her hair was several shades darker than his natural hair color and it looked like melted chocolate against a pale white canvas. Her thigh-high boots were tied tight, the leather ending just below the center of her body. His eyes landed on that area and moved a little higher to see if she was covered or not. It was and seeing the lace cover such a sensitive space made his body tighten.

"Like what you see?" She asked in a soft, husky voice.

Martin immediately looked at her face and wanted to die but instead, he attempted an excuse. "Um, I — um..."

She smiled and Martin was enamored by it. Her ocean blue eyes were full of mirth and curiosity, with a hint of care. "It's alright. We're going to be spending a lot of time together and my job wouldn't be effective if you weren't looking. Please, have a seat."

He sat down on a nearby chair, and she sat down across from him, her legs crossed at the ankles. It was hard for him not to drink her in with his eyes, especially the way her legs closed at the juncture of her thighs. This was going to be a problem.

She slammed her heel against the solid concrete floor and the sound rattled him enough to give her his attention again. He straightened in his seat and looked into her eyes. "Sorry."