Hermione is tired. Tired of all the disappointments that she had encountered throughout her post-war life. Stuck in a prestigious job that was only prestigious on paper. Single again, after she admitted to herself that her lover was just another vessel to fill her loneliness.
Rock bottom, she finally found the courage to write her long-time crush of whom she had dreamed about since she was a blushing schoolgirl. Had she ever met him? No. Had she any idea whatsoever who this man could be? Also, no.
But she knew his writings. She knew his inner musings, his thoughts and opinions. She knew he was a best-seller author, a praised and worshipped erotica journalist. Master LaM, as he called himself, was a Master in many disciplines. He could wield his quill with the same ease as he would swing his whips, canes and paddles. So famous and yet, his identity only known to the people who had met him in person as his role as Master.
She was so sure that, if she had the chance to kneel for him, she wouldn’t feel like a failure anymore. She hadn’t every time he seduced and tortured her perfectly in her fantasies for years now.
But what if LaM turned out to be a whole other person she had made him in her mind?