Zansi did a little happy dance in the hall of the hospital, even as a shiver of panic swept through her. Chris from Club Bliss just called to tell her that she had been accepted as a member, her financial transaction went through fine, and her request for the Virginal Chamber on Friday night for ninety minutes had been scheduled.

She tried to remember what all the chambers looked like from her tour, but her head had been swimming. She knew she saw a lot of “sex things” hanging on the wall. There were also large pieces of furniture that she didn’t know what they could be used for. She knew for sex, but the logistics of what position the person had to be was a little beyond her. Still, it excited her.

Zansi hadn’t told a soul, not even Simone about joining the club. She wanted to wait to see if she liked it first. She did have thirty days.

Zansi looked down at her phone. Three missed calls from Flynn. She groaned. She was still mortified at what she had done. He must think she’s a lunatic, barging into his home like that!

She was going to return his calls but right now she was so nervous about Friday night that she couldn’t think straight.

Zansi finished her rounds at the hospital and made her way back to the clinic. Her phone rang and instead of looking who the caller was, because her head was still swimming, she answered.

“Hi, Zansi? It’s Flynn.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “Oh … um … Hi. I’m sorry I didn’t return your calls; I’ve been crazy busy. Listen, I really want to apologize for the other night. I don’t know what came over me.”

“Please don’t apologize, Zansi. I’m convinced that the old battle ax was prepared to take Alice into custody. I can’t thank you enough. But that does bring up why I called. There are things that we need to discuss. Can I take you out to dinner Friday night?”

Zansi’s stomach clenched tight. She would love to have dinner with Flynn, but she was pretty sure he wanted to tell her that the story of their engagement was crazy. He would let her down gently of course, but in the end, she was sure he would tell her that he had hired an attorney to sort everything out. Which was probably smart. But still. She touched her lips remembering his kiss.

“Um … Actually, Friday night isn’t a good night. Can we get together for coffee and a walk around the park with Alice on Saturday?”

There was a hesitation by Flynn. She bit her lip in nervousness.

“Sure, that sounds great. Alice would love to see you. How about we pick you up at noon on Saturday. Or, better yet, we will come fetch you across the yard.”

Zansi inwardly groaned. She was going to have to tell Flynn she had stalked him for months. Maybe he hadn’t seen her in the window all those times?

***

Flynn stared down at Zansi’s file and confirmed the appointment for Friday night. He had hoped that she would reschedule her appointment at the club and go to dinner with him. He planned on coming clean about everything and then bringing her to the club for her first visit in the Virginal Chamber with him. Free of charge, as his guest. Something he had never done before. Some of the other masters have done it in the past, but never Flynn.

“You look like someone just stole your toy, mate,” said a voice from the doorway.

Flynn looked up to see Jack, his best friend and fellow master.

“No one is going to take my toy from me,” he answered with a grin.

Jack swaggered in and sat down. He was almost as big as Flynn in breadth and height. He was dark to Flynn’s blond. The women went crazy for Jack, and he was well aware.

“I see you on the schedule for Friday. It’s been a while since you’ve taken the time to play. It’s understandable, with a baby and all. How is baby Alice?”

Flynn sighed. “Well, I had to fill in for you, if you remember. But, yeah, I’ve been so busy here and at home. Alice is good. I will bring her in soon. I just want to get the adoption handled first. The caseworker is convinced that this is Hell’s whorehouse and I’m fucking Satan.”

Jack chuckled. “Maybe she could do with a little time in the Group Play Chamber. She could learn how to play nice with others.”

Flynn chuckled. “I think she is more of the Kink and Bondage Chamber. I find the most uptight people have the worst kinks.”

Jack laughed. “True that.”

“What’s on your mind?” Flynn asked. It had been a while since Jack had just come in to chat.

Jack sighed. “I don’t know. There’s this woman …”

Flynn shook his head. “That’s how all the great tragedies begin.”

“Aye, ain’t that the fucking truth. I don’t know, lately, I don’t know the difference between up from down. I think I’m getting attached to a member.”

Flynn scrubbed his hands over his face. “It’s not against the rules but it’s something that you and she will have to work out. I’m guessing you’re having a hard time with her playing with others.”

Jack looked murderous. “Yeah, you could say that. But I will sort it out. It’s nothing for you to worry about.”

Flynn held up his hands. “Not worried.”

Jack rubbed his hands together. “And now, I have the Sweet & Sensual Chamber booked with said member.”

Flynn couldn’t hide the shock from his expression. “You, in the Sweet and Sensual Chamber? I haven’t seen you booked in anything but the Torture Chamber for a long time.”

Jack walked to the door. “Yeah, well maybe tigers can change their stripes. I’m pretty sure I would follow this woman into Hell itself.”

When he left, Flynn made a mental note that he would soon have to replace Master Jack. It seemed that Jack would be in metaphorical bondage soon and unable to play.

But then his thoughts turned back to his main focus, having Zansi to himself in the Virginal Chamber. He had reserved it for the entire night, just in case ninety minutes wasn’t enough. Which he knew for certain it wouldn’t be.

His cock was straining against his slacks in anticipation. It was going to be a long two days.

***

Flynn had never felt nervous before a scene. He was filled with tension and unanswered questions. Once she found out it was him, would she end the scene before it began? The dread of thinking she would, weighed heavy on him.

She had received all the information and suggestions two days ago. He had sent Chris to the clinic with a plain envelope to make sure she got it. And then, he did something he had never done before, he went shopping. He bought Zansi a sexy white silk and lace lingerie to wear for her first experience. He placed the box on the bed in the Virginal Chamber.

Flynn paced back and forth in his office. He wore jeans, and nothing else, as he usually did for scenes. Even with his nervousness, he was rock hard. The thought of burying himself inside Zansi, was driving him out of is fucking mind.

He looked at his phone. It was time. His heart was ricocheting around his rib cage. He felt like a sixteen-year-old boy on his way to a girl’s house with no chaperones.

***

Zansi felt like she was going to be sick. She had got up to leave three times and three times made herself sit back down on the bed.

She was surprised when Chris escorted her to the Virginal Chamber and found a box from an expensive lingerie shop in downtown Seattle. She had never actually owned anything from the shop, because old, ratty bathrobe and all.

Maybe it was time to change that, she thought as she stroked the silk that skimmed her body perfectly.

The information that was delivered to her office, another surprise, suggested that submissive’s begin their scene, naked, blindfolded, and kneeling on the floor facing the door.

That wasn’t going to happen. Instead, she was dressed in her lingerie, blindfolded, and sitting on the bed nervously.

Her palms were sweaty, and her heart was beating so fast she felt a little lightheaded. There was a light rap on the door, and she heard it open.

“Mistress Zansi?” the deep voice asked.

Zansi nodded. “Yes, but you don’t have to call me Mistress Zansi. It sounds a little like a brothel name.”

There was a pause and then a chuckle which sounded somehow familiar.

“What would you prefer to be called?”

“Um … Sometimes people I’m close to call me Z.”

“I like that,” he said softly. “You look beautiful.”

Zansi felt heat creep up her neck. “You don’t have to do that, say things like that. It’s really not necessary.”

She heard the master sigh and then he took her hands in his.

I think we need to get a few things straight first. I’m going to talk to Zansi right now, not Z. This is your scene, it’s about you and your pleasure. But with that said, I will never lie to you Zansi. My name is Master Flynn Steele.”

Zansi gasped and tried to pull her hands away to take off the blindfold, but he held her hands tightly.

“Zansi, I wanted to take you to dinner tonight to explain everything, including what happened with the DHHS lady, Ms. Boltstead. But you had other ideas,” he said and brought her hands up and kissed them.

Her heart flip flopped. Every time he touched her; she felt an urgent need for more.

“Can we still talk about everything tomorrow? And tonight, we can be Master Flynn and Z. Can you tell me your thoughts?’

Zansi took a deep breath to calm herself. She felt like her whole being was filled with wanting.

“Master Flynn I would like that very much. But I too have a confession,” she said, hearing her own shaky voice.

Flynn kissed her hands again. “You can tell me anything, Zansi.”

Her heart melted. “I’m a virgin,” she whispered.

The silence hung heavy in the room.

“I know that sounds crazy in today’s society, but I never meant for it to remain that way, but life just got in the way …”

Zansi felt Flynn’s mouth on hers and all her regrets went out the window.

His kiss was slow and thoughtful. She wasn’t surprised at her own eager response to the touch of his lips. She could kiss him forever.

His tongue slid into her mouth, and she heard him moan. And just like that, her need for him surged through her like a wildfire. She brought her hands up and cupped his face.

Flynn caught her hands and broke the kiss.

“Zansi, I can’t tell you how humble I am to be the first to touch you. I promise to go slow, and I will try not to hurt you. If you don’t feel comfortable at any time, just say your safe word, or tell me to stop, and I will immediately. What is your safe word, Z?”

“Yellow,” she whispered.

“Good girl. I think it would be best to keep the blindfold on. It heightens the senses, but I think in your case, it will also help with your shyness. How does that sound?”

Her heart swelled at his acceptance of her shyness. She did think the blindfold would help, but she also wanted to see him desperately.

She touched the blindfold lightly and nodded. “Yes, I think I would like to keep the blindfold on.”

“Okay, good, now what I would like you to do is slide back on the bed and lay on your back. I’m going to start by kissing you … everywhere.”