Free Adventurous Me by Deanndra Hall Page A

out unless I give you permission. But if you’re in my bed, you always need permission to get out. Bathroom, drink of water, doesn’t matter. Permission required. And no closed doors. You will shower, shave, toilet, everything with the door open.”
    I nod. This doesn’t seem too bad, just the usual dominance stuff. “While you are here, your sex belongs to me. All of it. You will not have sex with anyone else if we go to the club unless I tell you to, and if I tell you to, you will do so. You will not touch yourself in such a way as to arouse yourself or satisfy yourself unless I so direct. Your body, your arousal, your orgasms, they all belong to me. Is that understood?” I nod again. “Good. There will be times when I leave you wanting and unsatisfied for an extended period of time. I do practice forced orgasm and orgasm denial as discipline, and you are not to pleasure yourself unless I give express permission, and that’s usually for my entertainment. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
    “Good. The two doors that are closed in the hallway are off limits to you. One is the office. The other,” he stops, then starts again, “is my kids’ bedroom.”
    “You have children, Sir?” I had no idea.
    “Yes. Two girls, ages ten and eight. You will not meet them. They’re with my mother.” Okay then, good enough to fuck but not good enough to meet your kids. I get it , I think. “I was once married. I do not want to talk about it, so do not ask. If you forget and ask, that will be okay the first time. The second time you will be punished.” Wow. He doesn’t intend to share anything about himself with me. I get that now too. “I understand that you were married. That’s all I need to know. I don’t need details. I’m really not interested.” Ouch.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Any questions?”
    “Yes, Sir. What do I do if I’m alone here and the doorbell or the phone rings? Do I answer it?”
    “Do not answer the door. Please do answer the phone and take a message for me. Most of my calls come in on my cell, though, so there shouldn’t be too many instances of that. Anything else?”
    “I don’t think so, Sir.” At least I’ve stopped shaking, but that’s about it. “And may I call you Master, Sir?”
    “Interchangeably. Sir or Master. Makes no difference to me as long as you show me the respect I deserve as your Dominant.”
    “Yes, Sir. Absolutely.”
    “Then go and put your things away. Sometime in the next couple of days we’ll go and get more of your things. But you won’t need many clothes.” Yeah, I get that too. “You’ll find your collar and heels in the closet. When you have them on, come back out here and kneel in front of the sofa.” He turns and strolls into the kitchen. I assume that means I’ve been dismissed, so I go back to the bedroom.
    Sure enough, the heels and collar are in the closet, the heels on a shelf and the collar on a hook. It’s obvious the collar’s been worn before; it’s obvious the heels are brand new. I try them on and they fit perfectly except they’re five-inch stilettos and I don’t wear heels, especially not heels that high. I’ll probably fall and kill myself, but I’ll wear them until the coroner gets here.
    When I’m undressed and wearing the collar and shoes, I go back out and kneel in front of the sofa. It feels like I’m there forever and there’s no sign of him. Just when I think I misunderstood, I hear footsteps and look up just in time to see him come out of the hallway.
    He’s naked – gloriously, beautifully naked. The night he did my anal workout he was behind me the whole time, and he never completely undressed. This is something else entirely. I’m trying not to stare, but it’s hard. I mean, literally, it’s hard. Big and hard. And his body is amazing, the epitome of the perfect male specimen, a smattering of dark hair across his pecs drifting inward and downward, ending at his beautiful cock. I think I must’ve