He was kneeling, naked, as he had been instructed to. He began to take in his surroundings, and thought about how familiar and welcome this room had become. It was a stone room, walls, floor, even the ceiling, windowless and a perfect square. Each time he had entered it had been different, today it was completely bare, the only light coming from the red candles burning in the wall sconces. He was nervous, fear and anticipation flooding his body, but still he waited.
The cold of the stone floor began to seep up, into his knees, his thighs, he shivered slightly but he didn't dare move, and so, he waited.
He began to remember what had first brought him to this place. He had been out with a few workmates, they had been drinking for a while when one of them began to talk about a place he had recently gone to. A place where all your fantasies came true. A place of desires, secrets and awakenings. There had been laughter and then someone had suggested that they should go check the place out.
A phone call and a taxi ride and then they had arrived. A beautiful large old house stood at the end of the long driveway, surrounded by vast formal gardens. Candles lit the way, he walked towards the door, dazed trying to take it all in, he had never done anything like this before he was unsure of what to expect. As they entered the house they where approached by a beautiful woman, she began to ask them a few questions, it was all a blur, his senses trying to take in everything around him, smells, sounds, textures and colours. He didn't remember a lot about what she had asked, but he did recall bragging that he could handle anything they had to offer.
She had smiled back at him, obviously amused. Alright, she replied, she had just the woman for him and laughed. She had brought him alone to this room, and then he had been introduced to her, his Mistress and his first night with her had changed him forever. It wasn't just her beauty or her amazing body; she was different from any woman he had ever met. She radiated confidence and she knew what you desired, even before you did, it was as if she had looked into the deepest part of his soul that first night and had unlocked its deepest secrets.
He had never thought he could enjoy being dominated, but she had changed that, she had shown him the truth. She had awakened that desire and now he would do anything she asked, for she was his mistress, she commanded and he willingly obeyed. Only those that fully submitted, passed her tests and pleased her where awarded the honour of being collared to her, with that came entrance to her inner chamber. He had never wanted anything in life more than to be wearing her collar and be allowed into that room, her room, the honour, the possibilities, maybe tonight would be the night. So he waited.
He heard the door at the far end of the room open, and he quickly bowed his head. His breathing became rapid and he dared not move or look up. The sound of heels, and several other footsteps echoed around the room. Something heavy was placed on the floor and then the footsteps retreated. Silence. Waiting, his breathing laboured, his body aching from the tension, the waiting, the fear, the mounting anticipation. Once again came the sound of heels on stone, coming closer, stopping just in front of him. All he could see was a pair of red leather boots.
"You may look up now and we will begin."
