The Room

Relaxing, she gained confidence and moved purposefully towards his office. He was clearly using the shadows to his advantage as he back pedaled toward the office.

There was an unexpected feel as she walked. The chain had slipped into the crack of her rear and was producing a weird sensation that was flipping certain switches in her soul. The faint slap of the chain on her legs as she walked was messing with her head too. Was this to turn her on or a precursor of what punishment was to come?

Once in the office, the door closed on it’s own and self-locked. Must be one of his computer things he had set up for security. The light slowly came to life. Her heart sank and stopped beating.

It was starting.

In front of her was what could have been a massage table in the place of the impossibly heavy immobile instrument case. It was now open and propped up. Unlike other massage tables she knew, this one had places where items could be secured to it. Judging by their placements, she was about to be stretched out and secured in such away that she couldn’t resit what he was going to do or see what he was going to do.

On his desk was a paddle, a crop, a belt, a ruler, and what looked like plexi glass. There was a towel neatly folded also. There was also what looked like a stopwatch and a digital counter.

Her throat dried up.

Her mouth got parched.

This was payday.

Her freedom had come to an end.

What was it that Juan had said… she could end this day anytime she wanted and walk away. That was it. She’d walk away. She was not going to have her body ache like his was. She was not agreeing to this.

Sheepishly, she whispered “wait”.

The lights brightened to fully lit. His posture changed from unreadable to a tired husband. His eyebrows rose slightly as if asking a question.

Dialogue.

A window for conversation!

“What… am I agreeing to here?” she asked.

“This is the consequence of your snooping. You decide if you will pay or not”

Her mind raced. He had said this with such gentleness. There was no expected anger. There was no hidden agenda. There was just quiet peaceful gentleness.

“Is this a new chapter of our lives?”

“That’s up to you”.

OK. She had a degree of control. Actually, total control. She had to decide if she was willing to play his game or not. She had to… wait… wait…

“What if I don’t want to do this”

He paused a while. His face changed. It looked sad. Sure, he was thinking fast. But he looked sad and tired. He wanted to say something but the words were missing. It was as if she was watching him age before a degree of resolution returned.

“Your choice to be a part of the lifestyle is totally yours to make. Skipping on the consequences of snooping opens the door for other consequences”

“So… you’re saying that independent of what I chose today, I will pay for snooping”

“Correct”

This was hard.

What to do.

What to think. She watched him return to his very bland passive blank look. The ball was in her court. This time though, she felt that if she opted to skip on this, she was going to not only miss on her connection with her man, she was giving up their relationship.

Taking into account how her restraints felt, it probably was not going to be as bad as she thought it was going to be. He had never once pushed her beyond what limits she had set. She was the one always pressing past limits.

“OK”

He looked at her. This was not just OK. This was one of those words that needed probing. He was too tired to probe. This decision had to be made quickly. He’d only give her a minute of silence to clarify what that “OK” meant.