Elle submits
Whether she wants to or not.
Elle could swear she’d taken a wrong turn. The industrial area had recently been converted to upscale lofts and nothing was familiar to her. She double checked the address her husband had given her and found a parking spot. She’d chosen a more business-casual kind look for the meeting: a flowing white blouse over crisp black slacks. She checked herself in the rear view mirror and decided to undo another button. A plunging neckline never hurts.
Her eyes scanned the building numbers and she realized the address must be just around the corner down an alley. Her heels clicked on the concrete as she made her way to a metal door. She found the buzzer and rang the bell.
She could hear some shuffling inside. A security camera above the door recorded her as she waited. It took a full minute for a man with piercing blue eyes to answer the door.
“Hi, I’m Elle, my husband set up an appointment for me. He said it was a surprise.”
The man assessed her and nodded curtly.
“This is the right place. Did he tell you anything else?” his body was still blocking the door.
“Only that this was going to be something new”
“Do you have a safe word?” the man asked.
Elle thought this was an interesting question. “How about ‘Blue’?” she said. The blue eyed man smiled and moved out of the way to let her through.
“That will work just fine. Put your car keys and wallet on that table,” he said. She did.
The space was larger than she had expected and had clearly been part of a factory once upon a time. A metal track along the ceiling might have once been used to hoist freight around the space. It was a nice addition to a space that has since been repurposed as a sex dungeon for the kink scene. There was a cage on one end of the room, a cabinet that she assumed was full of sex toys and several beds and devices for sado-masochistic pleasure. A bank of television sets displayed security cameras footage for all angles of the room.
Elle was nervous. Her husband had encouraged her to meet with men for discreet encounters in the past, but this was entirely new. “I’ve never done anything like that with my husband.”
“The only thing I want to know from you is if I have your consent.”
Elle paused and thought about it. Consent for what? He’d asked for a safeword. At the very least it seemed like he knew what he was doing.
“Is my husband watching?” she asked.
“I can’t say.”
Elle thought about it. He did send her to this address. And his kink has always been watching her with other men. This was a strange situation. What had she signed up for?
“You have my consent. For now,” she hedged.
“By the end of the day you will be calling me ‘Master.’” he said walking across the room to the cabinet of curiosities.
Elle said nothing, internally chafing at the very idea.
The man opened up the cabinet and brought out a bright red ball-gag with a leather strap that wrapped around a collar on her neck. He let it dangle in his hand so she could get a good look.
“The rules are very simple. I’m going to tell you exactly what I want from you and you will do it exactly as I say. You are going to submit to me. And the first thing I want you to do is put this on.”
Elle looked at the gag incredulously. How exactly was she supposed to tell him her safe word with it on? It seemed counter to his initial offer. And there wasn’t a chance that she was going to “submit” to anyone. But what was the harm in a little role play?
Elle lifted up her chin to expose her neck and let the man affix the black leather collar. Then he wound the strap over he cheeks and fit the red ball between her teeth. The gag fit snugly, but wasn’t painful. The strangest part of the experience was that she had so willingly agreed.
The man stepped back to admire his work. Heels, smooth legs, a pencil-tight skirt, a loose white blouse and a ball-gag fit for a fetish party. Elle eyed him defiantly.
“When you put this on today did you think this was the outfit that you could fuck your boss in?” he asked.
Elle glared at the man: he’s calling me a slut—and thought about his words. It was, in fact, exactly the sort of outfit that she would pick out if she was going to fuck her boss.
She nodded that he had got that part right.
“It’s very sexy, but I’m not your boss. I’m your master. Take it off.”
Elle began undoing the buttons on her white blouse and let it fall to the floor.
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