It was midday, and I stood nervously outside Mistress Inga’s door. This was my first time with a mistress, and my heart raced as I hesitated, finger raised to knock. Taking a deep breath, I finally rapped on the wood. The door swung open, revealing a striking woman dressed in a loose white shirt and a black skirt, barefoot. Her sharp voice broke the silence: "You have fifteen seconds to come in, or I shut the door." I hur...