The Road Less Travelled - 2

Dinner out at a beautiful restaurant was a rare treat, in fact, it had never happened before. The chance to dress up in pretty clothing and dine with my Sir was most special to me and an evening that I had been working hard towards. This was a reward for my good behavior.

After dinner I was confused as we drove a route that would not take us home. Instead we went to a place where hot tubs can be rented by the hour in private rooms, never before having experienced such a facility I was intrigued by the opportunity. We soaked, relaxed and talked, it was all so low key.

Our protocols were in place, I knew how to behave and this night on the town was more "romantic" than anything we had ever done before. I felt spoiled by the attention and I am sure that if anyone would have been looking in at us, they would have assumed that we were boyfriend and girlfriend.

But that would be the farthest thing from the truth. I am aspiring to be his slave and he is the man I serve, this is the foundation of our relationship.

The drive home was memorable, he held my hand as though I would be his forever. The strength of his hold on me both emotionally and physically was intense.

Banished to the play room once back, I hastily remove my clothes. After an eternity he is standing in the doorway. My favorite CD in the whole world is playing suddenly and the sounds of the music fill the room. I swoon, thinking he is going to come in and kiss me.

A chair is placed in the center of the room with another next to it. I am told to get up from my knees and to sit on the brown one. I do so, without hesitation. There is nothing else spoken between us.

Rope is pulled out. His smile is in his eyes, they are twinkling. Something out of the ordinary is about to happen, perhaps he is going to touch me the way I like this evening.

Each of my arms, is tied to a chair arm. Beads of sweat are across my brow and the heavy drops are making there way down the back of my neck. Naked, I am shivering and feeling something that resembles, anxiety.

Why I am unsure. The whole night has been so charming, it could only end with more pleasantness right?

Then I remember as my head comes out of the clouds that this man is NOT my boyfriend, he is my Top, my Dominant and he is a Sadist.

Horrified I realize that this whole night has been orchestrated to get my guard down. And it's down. It's so far down, that I know, I am in trouble.

As the light of some candles in the room hit the stainless steel it had my full undivided attention. What in the hell was it? I was curious and scared.

"Jennifer, you are my girl, and you want to please me yes?"

"Yes, but tell me how first", "what must I do to please you?" I am crying hot tears, shamefully even before knowing what was about to happen.

As I saw the cigar trimmer in his palm my eyes bugged out round and frenzied.

"No," is all I say over and over again forcefully as I struggle to find a way to calm my body. I am on over load and feeling as though I am about to take flight.

I know my safe word, I can make this all stop.

"Use your safe word then Jennifer" he says as he voyeuristically watches the panic wash over me.

"No".

I don't want what you want to do to me and I can't safe word. I can not let us down like that.

Your huge hand holds my left one still and I stare in disbelief as the trimmer is lined up to my finger.

He looks me in the eyes and breathes deeply deliberately, encouraging me to do the same.

The music is loud but not as deafening as my screams.

The very tip of a finger falls to the floor and I am hysterical.

In a fast and methodical motion the ropes are cut and my arms are freed. My finger is wrapped in gauze and my Sir lifts me up in his embrace.

I bury my face in the mat of fur that is his chest and shake uncontrollably as I am carried to the bedroom.

Tonight, instead of sleeping on the floor next to the bed, I have earned the privilege of sleeping with my Sir.

As he wraps me in his arms, he whispers in my ear "you were a very good girl Jennifer, you made me proud."

I pray fervently to one day be his.