“Well?” Janet asked as soon as I walked into her study that night. She was working on her new book. She had an office in the room where she met with her clients. That was why the spotlights were there; so her private life would be blocked from her dominatrix one. The windows also had dark screens that could be pulled down to block light from outside.
“Well, it seems like it might work. A lot will depend on you.”
“On me? Why me?” she asked.
“The only potential conflict is the Christmas season. They’ve scheduled an orchestra concert for the first Wednesday in December. The Philharmonic has one on that next Saturday.”
She looked at me as if she didn’t understand the implications.
“Can you get me into a submissive zone on Monday night so I can come up to conduct on Wednesday, then back do
