The special address.

On Monday after work, Michael pulled into the parking lot at the address he had been given. On the outside, it didn't seem like much, a smaller, older office building with a brick facade. He stepped out and walked up to the inconspicuous-looking door. On the side, it reads Fantasy LLC. Behind the door was a lavish foyer dressed in red and black. The room was as if you walked into another dimension. A large red leather sofa, black walls, and nondescript framed paintings and posters hung on the walls. Behind the reception desk stood a woman dressed smartly in a red blouse and black leather skirt typing on the computer. It was like she was part of the decor. Michael stepped inside and looked around, uncertain. The woman behind the desk looked up at him with a knowing smile.

"Let me guess, someone special told you to come here."
Michael inched toward the desk.

"Yes, what is this place?" she gave him a condescending smile.

"You read the logo by the door, didn't you? It says Fantasy LLC. We help our clients realize their dark fantasies." she rested her head on her hand. "Let me guess, you have a mistress that told you to be here. What's her name?"

Michael was about to say Sarah but changed it. "Mistress Alex."

The woman's eyes brightened as he said the name, and something about her stirred Michael's memory as if he had seen her before but couldn't place her. She typed something into the computer and then looked up at him again. From underneath, she pulled out several pieces of paper and put them on the desktop. Next to it, she placed a pen and pushed it towards Michael. He read the title of the document, "Contract."

"If you want to join and be allowed to play, you have to sign the contract." The woman said and pointed out the dotted line.
Michael started to skim over the page, but it was just the normal term of service drivel, so he skipped to the end, wrote his name, and signed with his signature. Once he had done that, he pushed the papers over to the woman who gathered them in her hand.

"Great. if you would follow me this way." She motioned with her arm to a regal-looking door to the side. Michael felt a little intimidated. What was Sarah getting them into? This place looked expensive, and now he was entering the inner sanctum of whatever this place was. He pushed open the door and didn't know what to expect, but what he found was a darkly lit room. Strewn around the room was furniture he didn't recognize, but surveying the room, his eyes landed on the only object illuminated by a soft glow: a throne. On that throne was a woman Michael barely recognized. Mistress Alex was wearing her hair down. Her luscious locks were cascading down her shoulder as she looked down at her phone. Michael hesitated, but the woman from reception was nudging him from behind. He took a few tentative steps inside the room until suddenly, a light was on him, which illuminated him totally. At the same time, Mistress Alex looked at him, stopping him in his tracks. The woman came up behind him and whispered in his ear.

"I think you are supposed to get on your knees." Michael got on his knees as the woman stepped around him and walked over to Mistress Alex.

"He signed the contract, Mistress, so he is all yours." Alex took the papers and smiled at the woman.

"Thank you, Cora. Would you be so kind as to dress my property?"