“But, how long do you want me to stay here?” she asks, looking up at Him. It’s not that she doesn’t trust Him, but He’d insisted on blindfolding her on their way to the retreat center, and now she’s not sure what to make of it.
It’s beautiful. No doubt about that. Even in the dusk, she can see the gardens are luscious and the building itself looks warm and welcoming. A large front porch, and lots of windows, flowers in window boxes. Nothing threatening here.
And yet. There is something about this that makes her hesitate. “Are you sure this is what we should do?” she asks.
He looks down at her, shakes his head. “Fiona,” He says. “YOU were the one who wanted to see what it was like. It was all you could talk about ~ Naomi’s training school. I went to some trouble, you know, to find a place as much like that as I could.”
He pauses, and an odd look crosses His face. fiona holds her breath for a minute but then He goes on, “And this one seems pretty close. i think we’ll both be satisfied with the results.”
“Both?” says fiona, and her voice is a little squeaky. “Aren’t you satisfied with me now? You told me i’m your good girl, were you just being nice?”
“Fiona.” And He is firm now, “Fiona, be quiet. We’re here, and we’re going to do this. You’ll have a safe word, and we can leave any time you like. But who is in charge here?”
“You are,” she says, a little breathless, adding quickly, “Sir. You are of course.”
“Then be quiet,” He says.
He puts His arm around her, casually, but He catches her hand and twists her arm behind her back, holding her firmly as they go up the stairs. The door is opened immediately, as if someone had been watching and waiting for them to arrive.
The man who opens the door is dressed quite formally, in black pants and a white shirt with a black bow tie and a jacket. fiona thinks he looks like a waiter in a really elegant restaurant, and the idea makes her smile a little.
He nods to Sir Q, and says, “Good evening, and welcome. They’re expecting you. Did you have a good trip down? No trouble finding the place?”
Sir Q nods, “No, no problem, the directions were very clear, it was quite easy.”
fiona looks at him out of the corner of her eye. He sounds more formal than usual, and somehow this makes her nervous.
“I’m Charles,” says the other man, “and I’ll take you to the parlor. This is Elena,” and as he says it, a woman appears beside fiona. “She’ll take your slut to prepare her.”
fiona feels herself blushing ~ did he just call her a slut?? Omigod. She looks at Sir Q, but he is avoiding making eye contact. Elena says,”Right this way, Miss” gesturing to the doorway and standing back so fiona can precede her. fiona hesitates, but just for a moment.
Elena directs her though several rooms, closing doors behind her. Finally, they are in a small, round room with cushioned seats along half of it, and mirrors from floor to ceiling on the other half. Elena says gently, “You are to undress, please, and i’ll give you a robe to put on.”
fiona is not very comfortable with this, but she also can’t imagine telling Elena no. She starts to unbutton her blouse, and hesitates, o, dear, really? She has to take her clothes off in front of this woman she doesn’t even know?
Elena is watching her impassively, but when she sees fiona’s hesitation, she smiles warmly. “Oh, my,” she says. “You are really a novice, aren’t you?’
fiona can only nod.
“Don’t worry, darlin'” says Elena. “Your Master has signed you up for the beginner’s package. You’ll probably love it. Are you feeling shy about taking your clothes off?”
fiona nods, feeling a little foolish.
Elena just smiles. “Well, of course you are, darlin’. But no worries, it’s not a big deal. Let’s just get them off, and quickly. We don’t want to be late getting you down to the parlor, or you’ll be starting off in trouble. Here, shall i help you?’
And she’s so warm and friendly sounding that fiona nods, and the next thing she knows, her clothes seem to be flying off her, as if Elena has some magic touch that undoes buttons and zippers with no effort at all. Even her panties pool around her feet as if they belong there.
Naked in front of the mirror, fiona starts to cross her arms over her breasts, but Elena frowns.
“O, no, we can’t have that,” she says, “You’re a lovely woman, why would you want to cover yourself?’
As she says this, two other women appear behind her. They enter the room, and before fiona can protest, each of them takes one of her arms. fiona can only watch, helpless, as they attach a fur-lined leather cuff to each wrist. Then, to her dismay, they pull her arms behind her back, and attach the cuffs to each other.
There is no question of covering her breasts at this point, and in fact even her pussy seems very exposed in the mirror in front of her. She is going to protest, but Elena shakes her head.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” she says to the other two women, who nod and murmur agreement. Well, maybe i am, thinks fiona.and she relaxes just a bit.
She is expecting them to produce the robe that Elena had mentioned, but instead they bring out a collar, a wide leather collar with a ring in it, and fasten it around her neck.
It is very like a dog collar, she thinks, looking at herself in the mirror, and she feels a bit odd, seeing herself like this. It is – it’s like one of aisha’s fantasies – and the idea makes her smile, and makes her nervous at the same time.
Tags: BDSM, Dominance, fantasy, Submission, training school
