Not The Type of Person You Were Expecting

It isn't very long until the door begins to slowly open and I instinctively tense up. I take a step back defensively as the person behind door the opens it an agonizingly slow pace until they fully reveal their self. Immediately I gasp and my drop jaw drops in complete and utter shock when I see the woman standing in the door frame.

She is young looking, likely around my age, possibly a year or two younger. She has an ombre pixie cut, fading from a dark grey into a lighter silver. A heavy amount of makeup adorns her shapely and rather pretty face, especially around the eyes giving her an exotic and beautiful appearance. What little clothing she wears includes a revealing black under-bust corset which generously enhances her hour glass shaped figure. Her round breasts are left completely bare and a pair of shiny metallic studs pierce each of her puffy nipples. Black lace stockings wrap each of her long legs all the way to her upper thighs. She stands in jet black shiny high heels which make her stand several inches taller than myself, where without them we would probably be around the same height. The thing about her that stands out the most to me is the decorated black leather collar wrapped around her neck and the silver padlock that appears to secure it in place. The word 'Luna' is stitched out on the front of it in light blue cursive.

I don't even know what to say, let alone think. She appears to be completely unfazed by the fact that she is so scandalously dressed while opening the door to a complete stranger. It feels rude to stare, but something tells me it would be even ruder to look away. She appears to be waiting for me to say something, so I go ahead and try to introduce myself.

"My name is Sara... I'm the volunteer." I **** a shy smile, to try to conceal my nervousness.

"You're the woman that Mistress had mentioned? Please, come inside Madame."

She speaks quickly without showing much emotion and doesn't wait for a response from me before gesturing to follow her inside. I hesitantly comply and step in behind her wondering what the hell I am getting myself into. When she turns around it gives me a closer view of her voluptuous ass, adorned only with a g-string that completely vanishes between her cheeks and does a rather poor job of concealing much of anything, although that doesn't seem like it was a concern for her when she got dressed today.

Just inside of the front door is what looks to be the foyer area. The decoration and furniture reminds me of what a royal household in England might look like. There is decorative mahogany tables, ornate tapestries on the wall and a large glass chandelier dangling from the tall ceiling. This seems way to exquisite to be a place of therapy or rehab but by this point I probably didn't really need anymore evidence to come that conclusion.

"What is going on here? Where am I? I thought I was being sent to volunteer at rehabilitation facility?" I ask, but the girl doesn't answer.

"Ah! There she is." A sultry sounding voice from behind the oddly fashioned girl interrupts.