“Oscar, you may remove her blindfold if you chose.”
He did and standing in front of Sofia was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. Mistress Roman was dressed in a full-bodied catsuit that covered every inch of her skin. Her high-heeled boots were the only other item she had on. The suit clung to her body, outlining every curve and leaving nothing to the imagination. Attached to her belt was a whip, and an actual bullwhip made from the same material as her suit.
“I... um... it’s nice to see you, ma’am... I mean Roman.”
“It’s good to see you as well. Do you prefer Sofia or Nixie?”
“Sofia, please. Only Ozzie calls me Nixie.”
“As you wish.”
“Oscar, as I mentioned when we spoke, she is here as your guest tonight. You may not leave her unattended, and she will wear this to identify her.”
“Sofia, the bracelet I’m placing on your wrist will show other members of my club that you are taken. Since you are not collared, this is the best way to keep you safe.”
“Collared?”
“Many members here are in monogamous relationships and the dominant often collars the submissive to keep others away. It’s not required because the membership agreements require compliance, but many prefer the collar to show ownership.”
“You’re a member here?” Sofia asked, turning to Ozzie.
“I am. If this is something you decide you want, then I will sponsor you and you will be a member, too. If it’s not something you like, then I will not renew my membership at the end of the year.”
“Sofia, there are many rules to this club, but as a guest tonight, you only have two. The first is that you decide. The second is simple. At The Citadel, the safe word is red.”
“As in stop?”
“Yes, you may hear people begging for things to stop, but their partner won’t. Not until the safe word is spoken, or the scene has ended. Do you understand?”
“I do.”
“You may also hear yellow. It is an indicator that a submissive may be getting close to bringing everything to an end, but again, the only way to stop something would be to say red. Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Roman stepped forward and brushed a lock of hair that had fallen from Sofia’s face. Turning to Ozzie she said, “She really is a very good girl, isn’t she?”
“Yes, she is.”
A chill ran through Sofia. Pleasing not only Ozzie but this mysterious woman in black only increased her excitement. If this is what he had planned for their weekend together, then it was far better than anything she had ever imagined. She always wondered what it would be like to push boundaries in the bedroom, but she never felt safe enough with her past partners to bring it up. There were things she could see Ozzie wanted but wouldn’t act on. Ever since the first day his hand raised to her neck in bed, she wondered what exactly he needed from her. What else she could give him to be the good girl that he needed? Now the wondering would all end. Tonight she would know, and if nothing else, it would bring down the wall between them where they could share the fantasies they both had held secret for so long.