Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 16

I always found that a strange expression in a restaurant, 'the catch of the day' as if the chef himself went fishing in the local river or pond and prepares what he caught.

I have no idea what he would serve if he didn't catch anything that day.

I didn't order one of my favorites, escargots, because of the garlic; I didn't want to breathe garlic over Astrid the rest of the time we were to spend together.

So, sensibly, I also ordered a small salad but then I went for slow cooked pork cheeks with vegetables and basil puree.

For dessert, I decided to wait and see how we progressed - I still had my second mission to accomplish.

Sticking my neck out I said: "I also want to contact Bethany for this project."

I knew Astrid and Bethany were not exactly bosom buddies; they were in a totally different line of business absolutely not competing with each other, but I knew they were fierce competitors on the social scene.

"Bethany?" Astrid asked, "whatever for, she doesn't sell clothes or organize fashion shows like I do?"

"You're right of course Astrid, but if I want to take really professional photos with Linda I will need a makeup artist, and that is exactly the kind of service I would like to convince Bethany to provide."

Astrid did not seem very happy but had to admit my reasoning was sound.

"So can I count on you to sponsor Linda then?"

"Uh, I guess so, but I'll have to meet with her first of course, before I can decide."

"One more, probably stupid, question, but I have absolutely no idea who sells exactly what in this village. Do you also carry lingerie or swimwear in your collection or do I have to find someone else for that?"

"I do have a small collection of exclusive lingerie and swimwear as a bit of a sideline, but I have never really promoted it." It's difficult to find models prepared to parade in underwear or tiny bikinis you know!"

"Well Astrid, your search may be over: Linda will also model in that style for you."

To prove my point I showed Astrid some of the photos of Linda in her underwear, which she had approved for promotion.

"Really?" Astrid said looking at the pictures, "I can see that she could indeed carry this off; she has a stunning body."

"Great, let's drink to our agreement then; I'll order a nice bottle of wine."

As Astrid was having fish, I ordered a bottle of Chablis. I felt it politic correct to get her something which went well with her dish, even at the expense of my pork cheek. After the obligatory tasting, we lightly touched our glasses and toasted our joint venture with the chilled wine.

The rest of the meal went smoothly and after the main course I suggested a dessert, but Astrid declined.

She did however offer a cup of coffee at her home instead to seal the deal we made and start to work out some of the details.

When we got settled with our coffee on a big sofa in her house, which was basically a luxury apartment above the boutique, I thought I might try to carefully broach the subject of the secret society.

"So Astrid, it's really good to get to know you a bit better; you are a very warm and friendly person."

"Oh" Astrid said, "Why wouldn't I be a friendly person?"

"Well you know rumor has it that you are an arrogant and pretentious person, difficult to get along with and always want to have it your own way. Hey, I am just telling you what I heard, this is absolutely not my personal opinion!"

"Oh God! I had no idea that that was doing the rounds."

"I see now Astrid that you are absolutely not the kind of person the village gossip describes."

"No absolutely not! I am exactly the opposite, even a bit adventurous."

"Are you now?" So how would you react if I were to ask you to do something totally out of the ordinary?"

"If it was not too outrageous I might comply," she said with a slight smirk.

"Would you now?"

"Yes I would."

"I would like to put that to the test."

"Oh yeah, what are you going to ask me to do that you think I wouldn't do?"

"Simple," I said, Astrid take off your dress!"

"WHAT!"

"You heard me, STAND UP AND TAKE OFF YOUR DRESS!"

With this command, it was as if we had moved into a sort of fictional world as master and slave...Astrid looked at me with big eyes and I saw her change completely from the sort of arrogant bitchy style she usually adopts to a subdued willing...slave, yes that's the correct word, slave.

"Yes Master," Astrid replied with a subdued voice as she stood up and started to undo the zipper of her dress.

So I was right I thought. With her response of 'yes master' I was now convinced she was part of this exclusive club of BDSM lovers and it was clear that she was a sub in that exclusive group.

The dress slowly came down and pooled at her feet and Astrid covered her boobs with her hands.

As I suspected, she was not wearing a bra, only a small white lace thong, probably one of her exclusive collection she was selling.

"Do not cover your boobs with your hands!"

"Yes Master" she replied and immediately lowered her hands and held them behind her back.

Astrid looked absolutely stunning, she really took my breath away.

Her boobs, my guess a C-cup, were pointing straight forward, crowned with medium sized areolae and relatively big nipples, rock hard, which pointed straight at me like a couple of bullets.

Below those gorgeous mounds a toned midriff, not an ounce of fat on her. I confirmed my previous impression that she could easily pass for twenty-six..

Well-formed legs, as long as a night without love, and not a tan line in sight; her skin was evenly tanned, lightly sun kissed, though probably from a tanning bed, no tattoos, no piercings - just the way I like it.

"So Astrid you're a sub in your little club of fetish lovers aren't you?"

"Yes Master, I am."

"And do you like it?"

"Oh yes Master, I absolutely love it."

"Excellent Astrid, now I want you completely naked, so remove your thong and give it to me."

Astrid complied, handing me the thong -she was now completely naked except for the stiletto sandals, though she did put her hands over her nether regions.

"Astrid did I say you could cover your pussy with your hands?"

"No Master," and her hands went immediately behind her back again.

Her pussy was nice and tight, with no inner labia showing it.

"Turn around, bend over spread your legs and use your hands to open up your pussy for my inspection."

"Yes Master."

I went closer to take a good look at her opened pussy lips, and her little brown starfish just above it.

"OK, turn around and put your hands behind your head."

"Yes Master," Astrid said, immediately complying with my order.