Chapter 23 A man in a freaking Ghostface mask…
A man in a freaking Ghostface mask…
Delaney
My hand shook as I signed on the dotted line, my heart pounding in my chest. We spent the better part of an hour going over the details with a fine tooth comb.
He encouraged me to be very clear on my boundaries.
I could tell right away that using my voice would be important if this arrangement was going to work.
I got him to agree to start tomorrow so that I could go home and pack some things. He told me he would be sending a car first thing in the morning.
It didn’t take long to pack some of my things in the hello kitty duffle bag that I took from Lacy’s closet.
My suitcases were huge and even though I would be staying for thirty days I didn’t need to bring much because I was told Dallas would be providing clothing.
I doubted he would like much of what I would have brought anyway.
I took a nice long bubble bath trying to keep my anxiety at bay.
My mind was reeling at all the possibilities.
I blushed at the mental images I conjured up as I stared at nothing, letting the hot water loosen my muscles from the intensity of the afternoon.
I never in a million years could have seen this coming. I signed over my control to a man in a freaking Ghostface mask. I giggled as reality set to what was actually about to happen.
I would work during the day at the publishing house and at night step into my role as a Submissive to my new Dominant. I was nervous and excited, curious and timid all at once.
We went over expectations. At first, I listened to him as he thoroughly explained them one by one.
You should be dressed in the chosen attire that will be set out in your designated dressing room each session.
you should have your hair down and loose, no buns, ponytails or braids.
You must sit on your heels with your palms down on your thighs and your head tilted to the floor as you wait for me to enter the playroom.
You must never be late.
You must address me only as ‘Daddy’ or ‘Master’.
You must never question my direction or commands.
You must never hesitate.
You must always voice your limits in a clear confident tone using verbal communication and use your safe word when you feel that you’ve reached your limit (should you not have the use of your voice there are a separate set of gestures to confirm).
He asked me to choose a safe word on the spot. That wasn’t the easiest thing for me to choose, my head was already spinning so I just went with the first thing that came to mind.
“Crayon”
I giggled as I recalled the laugh that came from him when I said it. He didn’t argue, he just had his assistant write it down.
She was so sweet, she seemed to be used to doing these types of contracts because if she was bothered at all, she didn’t show it, not once, even when we discussed the hard limits. Since I am so inexperienced I had a really hard time deciphering what I would and wouldn’t be willing to try.
I laughed out loud when I remembered blurting out in the middle of our conference, stopping his secretary mid sentence when I shouted, “I just don’t want to be his toilet,” with an ‘ick’ face.
“So no urine, feces, or vomit.” She announced out loud as she made notes. I leaned in and whispered, “Is vomit a thing?” Shocked that this even had to be mentioned.
“Yes, it isn’t one I personally indulge in, though.” He was unfazed by my reaction to the whole thing.
I took a deep breath and released it with an audible sigh, leaning back and dropping underneath the water and bubbles.