novelxo Chapter 3
“I still think ‘S’ is the scariest.”
The comment brought Anna’s attention back to the present. It came from a black sub, whose name Anna couldn’t remember,
was sitting cross-legged on the floor, a glass of water in one hand. She wore a thick collar and leather bra and panty set.
“Spanking, speculums, strap-ons.”
“Stop,” Anna begged, holding up a hand to stop the litany. “I need to keep calm.” Thinking about Master Jensen was enough to
have her wet and needy.
“Are you scheduled to be here this weekend?” Sarah asked.
“Yes. I’m supposed to be here with Master Jensen.” Anna had spent the last few days of her work week fantasizing about his
hands on her body, his breath on her neck, his cock thrusting into her, pounding her until she couldn’t think.
“Oh, that means that—”
The speaker mounted in the ceiling hummed for a second before a robotic voice said, “Sub Anna. Orion Room.”
“—you might get called soon.” Mae finished.
Anna froze and time seemed to stand still. She’d been called, not to meet with Master Jensen, but with a Dom or Doms
unknown. Anxiety was a heavy knot in her belly and yet she rose, moving on auto pilot, obeying the command to go to one of the
play rooms. With a nod to the other submissives, Anna rose to her feet and left the safety of the Subs’ Garden, heading for the
Orion Room and the unknown pleasures and pain that waited for her there.
* * *
It was empty. Anna closed the door and exhaled, shutting herself in the dark opulence of the Orion room. There were six rooms
around the Constellation Courtyard and Anna had played in several of them, but never this one, which seemed larger than the
others. Like all the rooms in this section of the mansion, the Orion room was a study of dark and light. The walls and ceiling were
midnight blue and set with tiny lights meant to represent stars. She’d heard from the other subs that the constellations the rooms
were named for were outlined in the lights. Anna had never been positioned on her back long enough to learn if that were true.
Columns of light shot up from the floor, and spotlights in the ceiling shone down onto several play areas. In a place of honor in
the center was a St. Andrew’s cross, the straps dangling loose, the metal buckles gleaming silver.
Anna adjusted her corset and stockings, and then padded over to an empty pool of light. She knelt there, assuming the waiting
position Master Jensen preferred. If she’d been paired with a different Dom for this insane “game,” she might already be in
trouble—every Dom had different preferences for how a sub should enter the room, how they should wait, and what they should,
or shouldn’t, be wearing. Normally the sub would know all this going in, because the play time would have been negotiated, but
she was trusting Las Palmas, and had to believe that whoever walked through the door would be skilled and experienced
enough to dominate her. Her heart was fluttering in her chest and a shiver ran over her. She’d never imagined that anyone but
Master Jensen would touch her again. She hadn’t felt this kind of anxiety in years. The feeling was similar to pre-first date jitters,
but more powerful. A first date was nerve-wracking, but usually involved nothing more threatening than a kiss. The first time with
a new Dom meant giving control of body and mind to someone.
The floor was glossy wood, and much nicer on her knees than the concrete in the barn. She focused on her breathing, taking
each breath gently and carefully, noting the way the air felt as it passed over her lips and tongue. Normally this would be enough
to take her in to sub-space, but she was too nervous. She’d become lazy and comfortable after so many months with Master
Jensen. If the overseers had decided to do this a few months from now she would have been safely bonded and no one else
would have been able to use her—but now she was alone, and risked not only her body and mind at the hands of an unknown
player, but the ire of her Master.
The door opened and the fading sunlight that filled the courtyard streamed in, adding golden tones to the blues and whites of the
room. Footsteps tapped across the wood, and the door swung shut, sealing her in here with a Dom she couldn’t yet see. She
risked one glance at the wall then dropped her eyes. When the overseers turned what had once been bedrooms into play rooms,
they eliminated the closets, using the space they gained to create viewing rooms sandwiched between the larger play spaces.
Though it was difficult to see anything in the darkness beyond the spotlight, she knew there would be a large one-way mirror on
the wall, which allowed people seated in the viewing room to watch what was happening, either for their own enjoyment or to
protect those inside.
The tips of a pair of glossy black dress shoes appeared at the edge of the ring of light. Anna caught her breath, holding very still.
Not Master Jensen—he wasn’t the dress-shoes type. Anna blinked to dispel the tears that gathered in her eyes. Up until that
moment she’d secretly been expecting her Master, Master Jensen, to walk in to the room.
Should she refuse to submit? Should she use her safe word, get up and walk out? Anna tensed, unsure what to do.
The Dom didn’t say anything. Turning to the right, he circled her, staying in the shadows so that all she saw were his expensive
shoes and the cuffs of his black dress slacks.
She could protest, say that she wouldn’t submit for anyone but Master Jensen.
He stopped in front of her and took one step forward, bringing everything up to his chest into the light. He wore a perfect black
one-button suit with a crisp white shirt and thin black tie. His left hand was tucked into his pocket, pulling the side of his jacket
back. His right hand was encased in a black leather glove. He pointed to her with the first two fingers on his right hand then
tipped them up. Anna stared at him, not sure what she should do. It was the first time she’d failed to instantly obey an order in
years.
After a moment of silence the Dom walked away. He stepped into the light, this time holding a riding crop and a pair of cuffs.
They were symbols, items so quintessentially linked to BDSM that when she saw them Anna remembered why she chose to
submit, and what that submission meant. The overseers were right—her relationship with Master Jensen had made her
complacent. Surrendering body and mind to gain sexual and emotional fulfillment had kept her sane. It was dangerous to forget
that she didn’t just enjoy being mastered—she needed it.
She wouldn’t flee, wouldn’t protest being dominated by someone new, because though her emotions were involved with Master
Jensen, she was a true submissive. She’d given Las Palmas power over her body and choices, and she would obey.
Anna took deep slow breaths letting go of her questions and worries. Her heart clenched, and there was still part of her that was
crying out for her Master, but she was well trained, and would obey as she should. After a few minutes of practiced breathing she
was calm, her body warm and ready for a Master’s touch.
“I’m sorry, Master. I’m yours to use as you see fit.” Her words hung in the air. Though his shoulders and head were still in shadow
Anna could just make out the movement as he nodded.
Anna bowed her head, waiting for his first command.