Note from the author: I hope you enjoy this first installment in a new series I am experimenting with. All characters are over 18, of course.
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Bella held her breath in trepidation, but secretly reveled in the click that took her past the point of no return as she snapped the cold, steel handcuffs around her narrow wrists. She looked around the glorious, luxuriously furnished master suite once more, marveling at the wealth required to reserve a room like this, and have a metal chain hung from the ceiling in the front entrance. She folded the black silk scarf carefully and placed it over her eyes, tying it in the back. Next, Bella fumbled around her feet blindly for the odd leather contraption she had left on the ground. Finding it, she placed it over the blindfold and reached back, clasping the lock around the two D-rings at the back, surprised at how snugly it fit, measured perfectly for the circumference of her head right where her eyes were-she wouldn't be able to slip it off over her forehead or nose. No key had been provided. Her world was black. Bella knelt on the plush carpet, and her hands were dragged above her head, preventing her from resting her butt on her heels. She spread her knees as far as they would go.
Bella had joined Untraceable last month. It was an anonymous hookup website for doms and subs. It was mainly used by single subs and rich or famous doms who didn't want to spoil their public reputation (with all the stigma surrounding BDSM). The dom arranged the location and the accommodations. Most doms insisted that the sub remained blindfolded throughout the entire session to preserve their anonymity. The safe words were standard-yellow and red. Bella had never been a sub before, but she had found a dom on Untraceable who was willing to train her. The key to this suite was mailed to her last week, along with a letter in simple script with instructions, and a package containing the blindfold, cuffs, and leather eye mask. There was an illustration to clarify what was called the 'slave position.' She had practiced it multiple times.
She breathed deeply as she waited, her lack of sight sharpening her other senses. The carpet was deep and soft. The position exposed her lower region, and she could feel the breeze of the air conditioning on her moist skin. Then she heard the door shut. She hadn't even heard him come in. She held her breath.
He removed his custom-tailored suit jacket and vest and folded them casually, placing them on top of the convenient side table by the door alongside his smartphone and the room key. Men as rich as he is don't carry a wallet or car keys-other people do it for him. He examined the girl kneeling in front of him, pleased. She was even more stunning than her online pictures would suggest, with a slim frame, but pleasing curves and a full, perky ass and breasts. Her skin was a soft caramel color, but one that suggested actual sun-exposure, not the sick orange hue of a fake tan. Her nipples were placed high, and her middling-brown hair, laced with strands of copper, reached down to the small of her back. As he had requested, she was shaved clean. He had trained subs before, but never one this inexperienced. It was going to be fun.
"There are a few basic rules I would like to outline before we begin. You will not pleasure yourself in any way without my permission. You will not speak without my permission. When I am punishing you, you will do your best to remain silent unless otherwise instructed. Most importantly, you will not come without my permission. Other rules will emerge later on. If you break any of these rules, or disobey any of my commands, I will determine a fitting punishment. Is that understood?"
She gulped and nodded.
"I require a verbal answer to any question I address to you."
"I understand."
"You will answer with 'yes, sir' or 'no,sir' unless it is a question that requires a longer response."
"Yes, sir."
"That was not a question."
