He was walked into the room, seemingly unaware that this would be the last time he would be able to walk under his own power for a week. Well, he was clearly aware. After all, he had agreed to it, even paid for it. The room would suggest impending doom in any other circumstance, adorned with a desk and nothing else. A door led into an unseen room. His mistress for the next seven days stood before him. She was much shorter than him and yet she demanded respect immediately. He was immediately hypnotized by her large piercing eyes, dark irises bordering on black, full lips thickened by her black lipstick, all accentuated by her beautiful sharp nose. She was shapely in all the right ways. Big protruding tits, a hint of a belly, wide hips and the thickest thighs he had ever seen. This is all he could make out at the time as Mistress was covered in a skin tight latex bodysuit. He had just walked in: he hadn't so much as earned a peek yet.