Chapter 2: Friday Afternoon
Mia sank into the huge chair by the window. The extra Β£25 for a first class ticket was definitely worth it. The carriage was clean and modern, and most importantly empty.
She then opened up her emails on her laptop. There was a few things from work which she needed to reply to. Then, she checked her email confirmation once more. Lastly, she gazed into TWR chat rooms. The organisers posted pictures showing them setting up the conference. Most rooms looked like typical conference rooms with the programmes on the corporate chairs and nibbles on the side of the room.
However, some rooms did not at all look like a typical at all. There were different rooms from an office room, a doctors room, a romantic getaway, a nursery style room, a classroom... Each room was completely unique, and Mia was impressed with the level of detail in each room. The only similarity between them was the blacked out windows for unsuspecting vanillas. She particularly liked the fact the rooms were so creative, it took some of the cringe out of role playing.
Nonetheless, her excited brown eyes were instantly drawn to the large "star" room with a huge St Andrews caused her to reflexively swallow. It stood proud in the centre of the dimmed room, surrounded by a wall of implements for any dominants disposal. In the picture were two dungeon masters, standing by the emergency by doors.
Mia recognised the purple uniform of the dungeon masters from the safety video she was required to watch as a newbie, so she knew who to go to if anything was needed. She also distinguished it from the white and black uniforms of the domestic team. Both the dungeon masters and domestic were all guests of TWR who paid for discounted tickets in exchange for shifts throughout the weekend. When she was at uni, this would have been a great way to afford to come to the conference!
"Are you safely on the train?"
Mia saw the little icon pop up. The green speech bubble flashed repeatedly. A new message from Liam.
"Yep." Mia typed her reply.
Liam was one of the attendees at TWR. According to his profile he was a twenty eight year old dominant from Oxford. Appearance wise, he had sandy blond hair and sea green eyes. He hasn't supplied more info then that until they had talked.
Even though she knew so much about him, she hadn't seen in his face. He was an electrician with very large hands to match. He owned his own business with a small team of staff meaning he rarely went out on walk calls nowadays. He loved sports, particularly football, and hanging out with friends. Aside from that, he refused to reveal much.
Similarly, he didn't know much about her. He had a few pictures of her excluding her face. He had politely complimented her waist beads. He said he had admired the twinkle of the red and gold beads around her waist. Mia had laughed and said it was okay to compliment elsewhere.
After telling her how trim her tummy was, wide her hips were and fuckable her arse was, Liam had told her off.
"Don't send identifiable picture such as those beads until you're certain you can trust them." He had admonished.
Mia had remembered her cheeks warming up. Idiot. "Thanks."
"Such a good girl. Whatever you choose this weekend, I want you to know that." Liam replied.
He was referring to the deal they had made. Since it was Mia's first time at a BDSM conference, and would be the first time meeting Liam, they had agreed she shouldn't send him a full body picture. So he had no idea of her face. Rather, she'd just explore and enjoy. If she naturally found him, that was fine. If they hadn't met by Saturday evening, he could introduce himself but she wasn't pressured to scene with him. Exclusively anyway.
"Thanks." Mia replied.
"What are you wearing?"
Mia sighed. She hated the bit of this conversation. She had already told hum that she didn't like. He said wardrobe control would be part of their routine, therefore she should start getting used to it. But, she just knew it didn't do anything for her.
"A navy hoodie and jeans. I've got a matching black bra and panties." Mia said. She loved the lingerie set she was wearing today. It made her feel sexy, divine which was the confident boost for doing something like this.
"Don't wear black again. It doesn't suit your skin tone." Liam replied.
"Sorry."
"It's okay. I want you to make it up to me by slapping your nipples. I don't care under your jumper is fine. You don't have to take it off."
Mia sighed heavily, rolling her eyes. She absolutely hated self punishments. In the past month they had been talking, she just couldn't wrap her head around it. How could you trust someone to do it without any evidence? How do you know they are going hard/ sharp enough? It just felt like a cop out to her.