This was how my own introduction into the world of BDSM had begun; only I’d been asked to help Jodie enact a capture fantasy. From that had come our relationship of Master and slave. Though we’d evolved a little since then, and become more comfortable in our roles, and often I think we dropped into merely Dom and submissive, it had begun in the Room. Capitals seemed right for this place. Nah. I downgraded it to small letters. Pretentious bullshit. With her weight on my shoulder, my shoes made big hollow thumping sounds as we descended. The one muffled protest she made I settled with a smart thump on her behind, and a “Quiet!” As behinds went, hers was a nine out of ten. Soft, bouncy, well-formed, and not mine. There was going to be no leeway for her being petulant or rebellious in this enterprise. Down here, in the room, was our collection of BDSM toys and equipment—cuffs, chains, ropes, spanking bench, and rings bolted to the walls and floor and ceiling.
