I received the roses with a keycard tucked between the stems that afternoon. My mind ran wild as he knew it would with all the options. Two hours later a box arrived wrapped in chocolate colored paper and tied with a silver ribbon. I ran across my apartment giddy with excitement, sat on my sofa and tucked my legs under my butt, then ran my fingers over the silver ribbon, willing the wild acceleration of my heart to calm. I took a deep breath, lifted the lid from the box and peeled the whisper thin light pink papered back. Tucked inside was a satiny brown blindfold and a card with “My pet” written on the top in his strong, confident hand. Inside were the following instructions:
'At 5:00 pm a car will arrive for you. Dress in the yellow sundress and a pair of sandals. At The Heathman proceed to the third-floor room 327 and enter using your keycard. Once inside take off all your clothes and kneel by the bed facing the door on the pillow I have provided. Put on the blindfold, wait for me with your hands behind your back.'
At 4:00 I showered, shaved all my girly bits and applied cherry and vanilla scented lotion, his favorite, before sliding the sundress over my head. It required no bra, but I chose a pair of delicate panties, translucent brown with tiny pink ribbons in honor of the box. I did not know if he would see them, but I wanted to be prepared. After brushing my hair till it was shining and dry, I waited.
At precisely 5:00 a sleek black car arrived. The driver never spoke a word, he just collected me and drove. Within 15 minutes I walked out of the elevator and towards the room. My hand shook as I slid the keycard in the slot. I relished the rush of endorphins as I removed my clothes and folded them neatly and placed them on the cabinet. I smiled as I left the panties on top. Rushing to complete my preparations, I finally slipped on the blindfold and clasped my hands behind my back; I bowed my head to wait.
Anticipation is a two-edged sword, and it clawed at my insides, twisting and turning this way and that, but it was also sweet as it built and grew. With my eyesight removed, the experience was heightened as all my references to time were removed. I fought to calm the rush of nerves and adrenaline and let the weightlessness come.
An experienced submissive can be half way into subspace within minutes, given the right set of circumstances, her body tingling, colors and sounds muted you feeling almost ethereal. Some things are heightened, mostly things surrounding him. It was because of this that I had no awareness of time, I only knew time had passed by the pressure on my knees and back.
I heard the slide of a card and a beep as it let him into the room, his indrawn breath as he saw me, the sides of his slacks rubbed together as he walked past me. The clink of ice in a glass. His scent surrounded me, male and spicy. My nipples tightened, and a familiar ache settled in my womb.
His fingers threaded through my hair as he tilted by head back exposing my neck, “Did you follow my instructions today?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, his fingers firmly on my chin, the warm, scent of the scotch on his breath let me know he was very close. Although I couldn’t see him, I felt his disapproving stare. I ran through all that had happened that day; my mind searched for any mistake.
“What were you to wear?” He asked.
“My yellow sundress and sandals…” the words hung in the air as I realized my mistake. My shoulders dropped, “I’m sorry Sir, but I wore panties.”
His hand gripped my arm. “Up.”
I rose and followed him as he led me across the room.
“The bed is in front of you, bend over face down on the bed. Spread your legs.“
I didn't have to ask why.
Fingertips trailed down my spine and over the globes of my ass raising goosebumps over my skin. His touch tender… then fire bloomed as his hand connected with my tender skin. First one side then the other several alternating blows later he stopped and caressed the heated skin.
“So sad that we need to start the evening with punishment.”
“Yes, Sir” I whispered as silent tears wet the bed. Tears not from pain but from the disapproval I heard in his voice.
He placed his hand on the small of my back; his fingers soothed the satiny skin before his other hand rained down the next series of blows.