Free In the Blind by S.J. Maylee Page B

sparks of need. Her
mystery man really was a fantasy come to life.
    Although,
she wouldn’t trade the time they’d spent together. Last night, they stayed up
talking about their families. His parents and younger sister lived in Evanston,
and she was looking forward to meeting them in a couple of weeks at the next
family gathering.
    Rob
had gotten up early that morning. He’d kissed her forehead while she was still
in bed and told her there was hot coffee and homework waiting for her on her
kitchen table. The coffee was his way of convincing her to get out of bed. He
already knew not much else could make that happen on the weekends. He’d
promised to meet her at Mistress Charlie’s.
    The
assignment had been the same application forms for Club Voyage’s training
program she’d been neglecting for weeks. The first several pages went over the
club’s policies on everything you’d expect from confidentiality, no photography
of any kind, Club safe words, acceptable submissive attire, the submissives’
creed, and firm requirements that instructions from the Club’s Masters were to
be followed explicitly. The rules even extended to Mistress Charlie’s B&B
when training sessions were held there. The next few pages were filled with
questions for her to answer from her sexual history to her soft and hard
limits.
    She’d
taken a chance with Club Blind and proved to herself her needs were not to be
ignored. She couldn’t stop there. She needed to keep going and experience her
deepest desires as a submissive. She tapped her toes at the idea of doing
something Rob demanded of her. If he was strong enough to ask her for
something, she wanted to be open enough to give it a try.
    After
stripping off her clothes, she stood in front of her closet trying to decide
what to wear. What was appropriate to meet your boyfriend and your submissive
trainer? Anne had told her it didn’t matter because she probably wouldn’t be
wearing it for long. If they were going to meet at the club, she’d have an
idea, but they were meeting at Charlie’s B&B in the middle of the afternoon.
    She
turned to her bed and picked up Rob’s shirt, bringing it to her nose. His musky
scent calmed her nerves, and she slipped it back on. After tying the ends of
the shirt around her middle and pulling on one of her favorite G-strings,
leggings, and flats, she felt comfortable and ready.
    Twenty
minutes later, she was standing on Mistress Charlie’s front stoop. A new text
chimed on her phone from Rob, instructing her to come in and walk straight back
to the kitchen. She pushed open the large front door to reveal a beautiful
foyer and a relaxing sitting room with comfy light blue furniture and gray
walls with thick white trim. Down the hall she could see straight to the back
of the home. Dark wide plank floors led her to a grand table in a gigantic
kitchen.
    “Mistress
Charlie, you have a beautiful home.” She twirled around, taking in the clean
and open design.
    “Thank
you.” The Mistress walked around the island and crossed the room, enveloping
her in a tight hug. “I’m glad I finally got you to come over. Please have a
seat. I’d offer you something to eat, but I think we’ll wait for that until
later.”
    She
moved past the bench and settled in the chair next to Rob.
    “Is
that my shirt?” He greeted her with a sweet kiss to her cheek and a squeeze to
her knee.
    “It
is. I love the way it smells, and I had no idea what to wear.”
    “You
look lovely.” He rubbed the naked spot between the bottom of his shirt and her
leggings. “Did you bring your homework?”
    “I
did.” She pulled the forms from her purse and set them on the table.
    Rob
picked them up, examined each page, and nodded to Charlie.
    “I’m
so pleased you’ve decided to take this journey together. It warms my heart to
see two people moving past relationships that weren’t right. I’m proud of you both,
but you’re breaking new ground.” Charlie leaned forward and took