Part 1: @bdsm-fiction/the-experience-part-i
She walked into the room, which appeared to be, under regular circumstances, the dressing room for the staff.
She saw a cardboard sign which said no 23, and she walked to it. On the wooden bench lay a kind of dress, or at least something which would had sleeves and was long enough to cover her body and ass in a coarse rough cloth.
There were no shoes or sandals. There hadn't been last time either. There was no underwear, there hadn't been last time either.
She undressed and put her clothing into the cardboard box. Just as she was naked, two other black women walked in. They appeared to be related. For a second she thought of talking to them, but something held her back. She wanted to focus on herself now...
She put on the dress, and than sat down for a couple of seconds. Did she want to go through with this?
She sighed once, and than she got up, enjoying the last moments of freedom.
She walked to the door. She could hear some noise going on the other side.
As she pressed down the doorhandle, she knew that this was the last chance she had to go back. Than she pulled open the door and walked in.
