Regrets

5. Jeannie

She entered the room and let the door close behind her. It was dark. She didn't move, letting her eyes adjust. He was in the corner, sitting in a chair with his legs crossed. A smug expression on his face. That smug bastard. He fucking knew I would come. How the fuck did he know? I didn't even know.

"Take off that dress and hang it in the closet," he commanded.

She didn't hesitate. Following his orders felt completely natural. As though she were doing what she had decided on her own to do. She reached behind herself and found the zipper and lowered it. She shrugged the shoulders off, and let the dress fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, and squatted down to pick it up. She realized that she wasn't wearing panties, and had given this stranger a perfect view between her legs. Her cheeks flushed and she quickly stood with the dress. She was still wearing her heels, and she tipped to the side and had to catch herself against the wall. She was mortified. She glanced at him and his smile was even broader.

Fuck this! she thought. I'm not here to be his clown. I should just leave.

"Do you need assistance?" he asked.

His voice calmed her immediately. "No. I'm okay. I just lost my balance in these heels for a second." Her breathing eased and she walked over to hang up the dress in the closet.

"The bra, too."

For a moment, she felt like she should take off her bra like a stripper would. Turn around, unfasten, hold it to her chest, turn, and let it drop. But he hadn't told her to do that. He only said to take it off, so she slipped her arms through the straps, spun it around and unclipped it, letting it drop to the floor. That was the least sexy undressing scene ever, she thought.

"Good girl," he said. "What was your high school mascot?" he asked.

She wasn't expecting that question. Wait, I know this. She drew a blank. She stared at him. He continued to smile at her. He was watching her intently. "Bulldogs!" she shouted, then quickly brought her hands to her mouth. "Sorry. I was drawing a blank and then I remembered and... I have no idea why I shouted. Oh my God, I am such a mess!"

He was now laughing. "Oh my. You are so fucking adorable. I wish I had some alcohol to give you to help you relax, but I don't. It's going to be fine. You are safe with me. Just try to breathe slowly. Tell you what..." he looked around the room, then nodded to himself. "Go grab a pillow off the bed and put it here," he said, pointing at the floor in front of him.

She complied immediately. She loved that he was telling her what to do, because she felt completely at a loss in this situation.

"Now kneel on that pillow."

She knelt.

"Good, now sit on your heels, close your eyes, and just breathe."

She did as she was told. Slow, deep breaths. She felt some of the butterflies settle in her stomach. She started to relax a little. She felt his hands on her shoulders, which surprised her. She opened her eyes to see the chair was empty. Oh fuck. I'm going to be murdered now, she thought. But he only caressed her shoulders and her neck. A gentle massage. She closed her eyes and returned to her deep breathing.

"Bulldogs will be your safe word." He spoke softly but with authority. "Let's talk about limits. I'm going to need to know what we can and cannot do. And I'll comply with your limits. But if it turns out you were wrong and you need to stop before we reach those limits, then you use the safe word and I stop. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master. I understand," she said. His massage was almost like hypnosis. The entire experience was like hypnosis. She felt completely relaxed.

"So what are your limits, Pet?" he asked.

She shrugged. "I have no fucking idea."