Page 17 of Redemption

Chapter 14

When Jasmine steppedout of the shadows, my heart skipped a beat. Immediately, though, it skipped again and began to beat at a normal rhythm, albeit a little faster now. I was a little disappointed that she wore her mask again, but I hoped once we were alone she’d remove it. I wanted to see her face completely this time. When she reached her hand out, I placed mine in hers without any hesitation. Sparks tingled up my arm as she laced our fingers together.

I followed behind her as she led me down a familiar path. The same man from last Saturday stood at the entrance to the hall of private rooms. He seemed slightly surprised to see us again, but he quickly masked his expression.

Before Jasmine could speak, the man, Damien, spoke first. “Room 3 is unavailable at this time, Mistress. However, Room 8 has just been cleaned and is ready for you.”

How he remembered the room we’d last used, I had no idea, but Jasmine didn’t seem surprised at his recollection. “Thank you, Damien. We’ll take Room 8.”

We walked to the far end of the hall and entered the second to last room. This room was different in every way from the last room we’d been in together. The last room was cozy, comfortable even. This room screamed seduction. The giant bed in the middle of the room was draped in lush satin fabric with a matching canopy. Varying shades of red, cream, and gold exploded around the room lending it a royal energy. I could almost picture a gem-encrusted throne on the opposite wall with velvet red upholstery and plush pillows. Sitting seductively in the imaginary throne was its queen, Jasmine. In my mind, I sat at her feet as she lovingly caressed my head while she addressed her subjects.

“Tell me what you learned about submission.”

I turned at the command, the scene in my head dissolving at the sound of her voice. I wasn’t upset the vision was gone, because I had the flesh and blood woman in front of me. Her beauty continued to astound me.

“I was told that the release of emotions can actually strengthen me. It forces me to feel instead of think. To push all the bad shit out and only embrace the pleasure. The pleasure I receive from submitting is only intensified by pleasing my mistress.”

I could tell my words pleased her. I basked in her approval. “Someone has been doing his homework. I’m impressed.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“During your studies, did you run across things that intrigued you or turned you off?”

“I’m not into pain. No cock and ball torture for sure. No needles either. Oh, and please don’t pee on me.”

I begged her with my eyes at that last one. If that was a person’s kink, more power to them, but I didn’t see the appeal.

Jasmine released a soft chuckle. “No worries on any of those accounts. I’m not a sadist, so I derive no pleasure from causing you excessive pain. Although, keep in mind that a small bite of pain only makes the pleasure that much sweeter. And you won’t have to worry about me peeing on you. Not my kink either. You’ve mentioned the things that you don’t want. What about the things you do?”

My mind went through some of the different things I saw on the website Connor had directed me to. I’d definitely had a few fantasies about being tied up. Fantasies that continued to surprise me. I was still trying to reconcile the fact that any thoughts of submitting to Jasmine turned me on more than anything else in my life.

“Bondage looked kind of hot. Being tied down while you had your wicked way with me. I can deal with that kind of kinky.”

“You do realize that there is more to being tied up than just being kinky, don’t you?”

I sensed disappointment in her words.

“Sorry, I was just attempting to lighten things up a little.”

“I get it, but you have to realize that for some of us who enjoy bondage, it’s more than kinky. It’s a sense of pride in our workmanship. In our ownership of our submissive. You become one with the rope. It’s an extension of you, a part of you. It’s the ultimate show of trust to allow me to place you in bondage, whether it be cuffs or rope or whatever implement I choose. You’re telling me that you know I won’t cause you harm. That I’ll protect you. It shows me that you’re willing to put yourself under my control. It’s about the power exchange. Do you understand, Miles?”

I absorbed her words and the meaning behind what she was telling me. Everything she said struck a chord within me. It humbled me. “Yes, Mistress. I apologize.”

“I just want you to realize the impact your submission has on both of us. Now that you understand, do you know about safe words?”

“Yes, I was educated on safe words and their use.”

“Good. A safe word is extremely important. For tonight you can use the universal words. Green means everything is good, yellow means slow down, and red means everything stops. Will you have trouble remembering them?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Do you have any questions? I want you to know that you can discuss anything with me without fear of judgment.”

I had questions, but I couldn’t pinpoint a single one so I could only shake my head and repeat my previous answer. “No, ma’am, no questions.”

“Before we go any further, there’s something I need to tell you though, Miles. Please don’t be mad at me. I thought this was the only way.” Her words didn’t make any sense, and I didn’t want to puzzle them out right now, because excitement filled me as she reached up to remove her mask. Finally, I was going to see her.

Once it was removed, I blinked. And blinked again. She reached up a second time and removed the long brown wig and then shook out her short blonde hair. My mind had to be playing tricks on me. I stared in horror at the woman in front of me. This couldn’t be real. Because there was no way in fucking hell that Josephine Bishop was the woman who I’d agreed to submit to. Who I had planned on letting dominate me. No fucking way.

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