The steps were similar to the ones my parents had leading into their basement, but the smell was very different. Freshly polished wood, carpeting, and a few other things I couldn't place. "Do we go down?" I asked, keeping my eyes fixed on the bottom of the stairs. Standing inside the doorway, I was mentally preparing myself to cross the border between the overwhelming and the extreme when Jake grabbed my arm. "You entered my home as a guest," he said, his voice firm. "But by going down there, you agree to play by my rules—as a sub. Do you understand?" I eyed the hand he had around my wrist. "Yes. I understand." He released my arm, but he wasn't finished yet. "I have one rule in my dungeon for my subs. Clothing must be removed before you reach the last step. This is the part of the house I built. Everything you see, everything you touch was created to feed this lifestyle. You may return to the main floor of the house, or, we can continue into the more...controlling aspect of this life." I wet my lips.
