The Room

This felt super awkward. She had promised herself to never ever kneel before any man, even if death was in the balance. For her, this was killing the masculine side of her. The feminine side was not rejoicing either, but it was calm and quiet.

Eyes wide open, trying to read the darkness, she waited. She knew he was there, but she wasn’t sure what he was going to do. The rustle sound of clothing suggested that he had shifted position, but where to was out of sight.

As he watched in awe, he wasn’t sure what to do first or next. She was relinquishing her fight to him. She was kneeling as if offering herself to him and silently waiting.

Humm…

Cautiously moving forward, he twisted his wrist to activate the artificial intelligence of the room and snapped silently his finger twice. A very soft dim light started to emerge around the perimeter of the room. He could now better see her and judging by the widening look of her eyes, she could see him now.

The silence was absolutely deafening. His knees popped like a canon blasting a massive ballistic ball into space. He stopped. She placed her hands to her side and let them rest on the floor in what she hoped was a peace gesture as she transitioned from kneeling to sitting on her heels.

As he watched, she felt washed with intense desires to take him in. She wanted to please him. Feelings she had not paid much mind to in the past. This time, they were very clear and very strong. She wanted him to know her and feel her desire for him.

She saw his hand move from behind him. That thing in his hand might be what had controlled the light, but it didn’t look like a smart phone or any other electronics he had. As her eyes finished adjusting to the interior, a strange feeling of hunger overwhelmed her as she reorganized the item as a choker.

This one looked pretty beefy and tough. The inside almost appeared to be a material other than leather. The two points of silver suggested hoops to hook something else to the choker. Not sure what was the right thing to do in this moment, she reached forward and quickly took the choker from his hands.

The fact he didn’t flinch or rock back was not lost on her. The increased intensity of his presence became nearly too thick to drink in. There was a sense of royalty now flowing out of his pores. She moved a bit more slowly and placed the chocker around her neck.

The leather was very supple and the inside was lined with crushed velvet. It felt good. Real good.

She caught herself saying “I’m yours, do as you wish with me” and tried really hard to hold still.

Panic.

She had uttered the unthinkable. She had surrendered out loud.

Hoping he had not heard, she sat as still as she could. The weight of the air around her now weighing several tons.

He moved out of her line of sight and walked away. She was not sure what to do. Should she get up and follow, should she wait. Should she ask a question. Should she assume everything was done. Did she win. Did he win.

What.

Was.

Going.

On?

The sound of clanging metal stiffened her back. She had read about this in one of her trashy novels. That sound was the sound of a chain. Not the typical household chain. This was the sound of a chain with her name on it.

Before she could turn and ask for a time out for evaluative purposes, she felt the click of the chain on both sides of the choker and then the two pieces of chain was laid to rest down her back.

Cold hard metal.

Surprisingly not heavy.

But cold. Albeit, warming up fast type of cold.

He was in total control, from a physical point. She couldn’t get away. She didn’t want to get away. Even if she tried, one strong pull, and she’d be laid back. She was not going to risk that.

She stayed waiting.