Page 12 of Delicious Surrender
“She is very easy to talk to. I bared my bloody soul. But you didn’t tell me how beautiful she is.”
He chuckled. “You were already intimidated. I didn’t want to tell you she was a goddess. You would have freaked out more.”
“That was a good call.” Brynne smirked. “I was enough of a basket case.”
Even though she was curious, she didn’t ask about the questionnaire or his feelings about those activities. Some things were best left a mystery between them. They ended the call when Aunt Josie rang, saving her from further awkwardness.
Brynne groaned in agony when her alarm sounded on Monday morning. It was crucial to arrive an hour early to work. She couldn’t afford any hassles today from Margaret. Jared asked her out for coffee, but she made excuses about a tight deadline. In truth, she didn’t want to discuss what might happen later that night. Thankfully, Nigel and Margaret were not around when she ducked out at four o’clock. She raced home and took abath, ensuring every nook and cranny was silky smooth.
She donned the sheer stockings and sexy garter belt she’d purchased to entice Ross. Although it had been a wasted effort on him, she was glad she treated herself to the sexy ensemble with a matching bra and panty set in pale purple.
By the time she arrived, her body was buzzing with arousal and anxiety about all the things that might happen. Brynne was loath to admit some of the shocking items on the list made her pulse race.
Patricia’s assistant was tidying up her desk when she arrived. “Hi, you must be Brynne.” The forty-something woman beckoned her forward. “Do you have your list with you?”
Brynne pulled it out of her bag, hesitant to hand it over.
“I’m just going to run it through the copier; I’ll give Patricia the original, and you can keep a copy for yourself.”
“Okay, th-thank you,” she mumbled.
When the assistant put it face down into the machine without looking at it, Brynne let air back into her lungs. She handed the copy to Brynne and placed the other in an envelope and sealed it.
“Through that door, you will find the changing room. When you’re ready, head on into the studio. Patricia will meet you there in fifteen minutes sharp. I’m heading out and will lock the door behind me.” She made quick work of putting her trench coat on and smiled mischievously. “Have fun, my dear!”
Brynne went into the small changing room and hung her coat up. She saw an envelope with her name on the front, in boldscript. Quickly tearing it open, she sat on the red leather chaise to read it.
Brynne,
When you pass through the door to my playroom, you are giving yourself willingly into my care for a safe, sane, and consensual scene. While in this room, I expect you to obey me without hesitation. Failing to do so will result in swift punishment.
I will respect the limits you have set down. You have the right and responsibility to use your safe words appropriately. Red will stop the scene. Yellow will pause the scene to allow you to communicate any issues to me. Green is your consent to continue.
If you are gagged, I will give you a bell to hold. If you drop the bell, the scene stops. Shake the bell and I will pause. But only one time. Ringing it a second time will stop the scene.
Per our earlier email exchange, you have acknowledged receipt of the rules and safety precautions I take while you are under my care, and you confirm your consent again by entering the room.
When you enter, you will kneel on the mat beside the St Andrew’s cross. Clasp your hands behind your back and keep your eyes on the floor. You will address me as Mistress—and speak only when given permission. Leave your shoes off.
M.
She found a well-appointed bathroom, and a bare steel door that screamed secret dungeon. Brynne used the facilities and ran cold water on her wrists. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and gave herself a pep talk.Do as you’re told anddon’t fuck this up, Brynne. This is an opportunity to open the door to this new world—to experience this lifestyle.Almost as an afterthought, she thought about her book and Linda’s advice.What better way to understand a dominant-submissive scene than to try it?
With trembling hands, she removed her dress and jewelry and locked them in the small locker with her purse.Am I doing this for the novel, or to satisfy my carnal curiosity?
Fear seized her chest—she’d forgotten to check the time. Without delay, she hurried into the next room, positioned herself as directed, and waited, heart thumping in her ears. She didn’t dare to look around in case she was being watched.
A door clicked shut, and Brynne shivered. She heard heels clicking on the hardwood, and then stunning knee-high leather boots with lethal stiletto heels and ornate pewter buckles came into view.
A gentle hand was on her chin, raising her bowed head. Brynne’s gaze traveled up a pair of shapely legs clad in fishnet stockings, past a black satin all-in-one corset that accentuated Patricia’s hourglass figure. She wore her hair pulled back in a high braid. Two arctic blue eyes stared back at her. Her ruby red mouth was a contradiction. It begged to be kissed while warning off anyone who dared to try.
She used a black riding crop that hung from one wrist to hold Brynne’s chin up. “You have much to learn of patience, Brynne.”
Brynne was not sure if she should speak and silently pleaded for guidance.
“Good girl. You may answer me when I ask a question. If I make a statement, I don’t expect a response. Whether I bestow a gift or a punishment upon you, I expect you to say, ‘Thank you, Mistress.’” She reached behind Brynne to pull something off the wall. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” she murmured.