"Yes, Mistress."

"There was only rule: don't open the door." Gabrielle looked around the mystifying home wondering if she had made a mistake. Maybe renting a room had not been the answer to her problem.

The owner, Mrs. Wellington had put an ad in the paper; simply stating one thing: "Room for rent".

Mrs. Wellington had a intimidating aura to her. She was sensual in all her movements; long, black, hair always pulled into a bun.

Gabrielle had just moved back home after completing her Bachelor's degree in Liberal Studies. She had not had time to find a suitable house to settle in and needed to find work.

She had a little money saved, so renting a room at a low price would be perfect while she looked for a "forever" home to reside in.

The atmosphere was alluring. Mrs. Wellington explained that she had 3 suitors who would come to visit from time to time.

"I have no problem with you using anything in my home. Move about as you please; I just ask, that you do not go into that room." Mrs. Wellington said as she pointed down the long hallway.

"That room, is my private sanctuary and a place for me to unwind. Please, respect my privacy." she whispered with a grin.

A month later, while in her room, Gabrielle heard a guttural laugh from down the hall. It was a man's voice.

"One of her suitors." Gabrielle thought. Out of shear curiosity, she tip-toed down the hall to the door she wasn't supposed to walk through.

"Yes, Mistress." she heard the suitor say.

"Good Boy."

It was at that moment that Mrs. Wellington walked out the door with a leather paddle, startling Gabrielle.

Gabrielle was stunned. Mrs. Wellington had her "suitor" in bed, handcuffed.

She was a dominatrix.