“I have clothes for you, not that you will need many, and you can call Sadie and anyone else you need to notify in the morning. You had planned to be with me tonight, so no one should miss you till morning, and I really want this.” He pulled her into his arms and started rubbing her back again. “Now, if we were on the Club floor, you would be in trouble. You have not called me Sir or Master for several minutes. But since we are in a room and not in a scene, I will let it go for now. Please remember, on the Club floor or in a scene you will call me Sir or Master, or there will be trouble to be had.” He laughed at this.
Jenna looked around the room. It was beautiful. Like an expensive hotel suite. “May I explore?”
“Yes, baby, look around. We’ll be here for a while and if you like, I would want us to come here often.”
Jenna opened doors and found the bathroom. It was bigger than her first apartment, with a walk-in shower for at least ten people, a Jacuzzi tub she could swim in, and all the rest of the fittings. Very nice. The next door sported a bed, the largest she had ever seen, with a couple chairs and a chaise. The room they were in was a sitting room with a flat-screen TV, couch, chairs, and tables. No kitchen to be found, but that was okay. She had the feeling she was going to be too busy to cook, and if she was going to spend the weekend with Kyle, he could take her out to eat.
As if reading her mind, he said, “The Club has a full restaurant and they cater to all the suites. They can and will make anything we want, from a peanut butter sandwich to a gourmet meal. Are you hungry, baby?”
“No, not now. I’m fine. Something to drink would be nice.”
“Champagne,” he said with a flourish. There it was, sitting on the table. Why hadn’t she not
iced it before? Observant much?
He poured them each a glass and indicated she should sit down on the couch. He sat beside her and they sipped their drinks. “What questions do you have for me?” he asked.
Questions, she had no clue. Think of something, fast. “How did you get involved in this lifestyle?” Good save.
“A friend of mine from the Air Force was involved and he took me to my first club,” he said. “I had always had a need for control and didn’t know what it meant or how to go about it. The girls I dated were all vanilla and none of them would even think of letting me do some of the things I wanted to. As I said before, I don’t need to hurt someone, I just need control. My way. No questions asked. Mainly in the bedroom, but sometimes it spills over into other parts of my life. What else can I tell you?”
“Well, I really don’t know that much about you. What are you willing to share with me?”
“My father and two older brothers live in Montana where I grew up. My mother is dead, killed in a crash when I was in the Air Force. I was in the Air Force for ten years and now work in security. I’ve lived in Denver for a while, and hardly ever go back to Montana. My brothers visit often and I enjoy that. Now your turn.”
“I’m sorry about your mother, that must be hard. Not much to tell about me. I moved out here from Illinois several years ago. Sadie and I roomed together for a while, then I moved out on my own. My dad is still alive and living in my hometown. I have a brother who lives there with his wife and children. I’m closest to my sister, but she’s in Florida and I don’t see her often, though we talk on the phone all the time. I do medical billing to pay the bills and other than that, I’m pretty boring.”
“You’re not boring to me. We’ll talk more later. Now, I have some things I want you to learn, then we need to get your punishment over with. Then fun.”
“Now, the first thing I want you to learn is some poses. The way I want you to stand and kneel in the club and when we are alone. The first pose is the one you will be in the most. You should practice it often and get comfortable with it. But first…you need to strip. I will want you naked most often and you need to learn to be comfortable in your own skin.”
“Now?” she asked. Not sure she could ever be comfortable being naked. She didn’t like to shower naked, let alone be unclothed in front of anyone. She was starting to feel very uncomfortable.
“Yes, now! It’s not like you’re wearing that much anyway, and I want to be able to see and touch you whenever and wherever I feel like it. If you question me again, I will add to your punishment, and I don’t think you want that.”
Slowly, Jenna took off what little she was wearing . The negligee was easy to untie at the neck and it fell off. She lowered the G-string and she was done.
“Now,” he said, “I want you to kneel on the floor, legs spread, hands clasped behind your back. You can sit back on your heels.”
She slowly lowered to the floor and assumed what she hoped was the correct position as he watched. He licked his lips and looked at her like she was dinner. He slowly walked around her. “Beautiful. Exactly right. This is the way I want you to sit most of the time. Once we are living together, I will want you to greet me at the door like this every night.”
Wait a minute…living together? Was he planning on a future for them? It was too soon for that. She had only known him for about ten days. No living together yet. Okay, Kyle had just said something that she totally missed. Now she would have to ask him to repeat it. She had a feeling that this would not be good. “Um, Sir?”
“Yes baby.”
“What did you say? I’m afraid my mind wandered and I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Not good, baby. A Dom never likes to repeat himself. What had your mind wandering? The truth. I’ll know if you’re lying.”
Great, what would she say…how did she get out of this? She couldn’t tell him that she thought it was too soon to live together. But she had to tell him something close, or somehow he would know and then she would be in trouble. “Well, I was just thinking about what you said about my greeting you at the door when we are living together.” The truth, but no details.
“And, how did that make you feel?” he asked.
Great, was he a therapist now? How did that make her feel? Scared to death.
“Okay, I guess. I think it would be okay someday.” Again, the truth, but no details.
“Someday soon, baby. I can’t wait to come home to you every night.”