Free Mia's Submission (The Satin Rose Experience) by Sandra Bunino Page A

small side tables with matching lamps flanked the bed. A floor-to-ceiling armoire completed the set. The only color in the room was another red envelope taped to one of many mirrors on the pale eggshell walls. She peeled the envelope from the largest mirror; her name was written neatly on the front.
    She slid her index finger under the flap to break the seal and unfolded the page.
     
    Mia,
     
    Welcome to training.
    You’ll find clothing hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Wear your hair in a tight bun at the nape of your neck. You have thirty minutes to get prepared. Stand in the far corner facing the wall and do not move or speak until you hear further direction from me.
     
    Asher
     
    PS ~ Don’t forget our safe word.
     
    Mia’s mouth went dry while she read the letter. Sucking in a deep breath, she carefully folded the note, slid it back into the envelope and headed toward the partially open door on the other side of the suite. The bathroom was not as posh as the other suite but was well-appointed. The black granite counter contained a basket of cosmetics, body lotions and her favorite hair products. She leisurely picked through the basket when she remembered the letter on the counter. Thirty minutes! She straightened her back and pushed the door closed to reveal her uniform for the day. Expecting to see a stereotypical BDSM leather and chains getup, she was surprised by the white blouse and red plaid skirt which hung from padded hangers. Removing the shirt from the back of the door, she spotted a creamy lace strapless bra dangling from the hook. She smirked at the lack of panties provided in the ensemble.
    Mia shimmied into the outfit and secured her hair as requested. She twirled and examined herself in the vanity mirror. The skirt was so short she could see the bottom of her ass cheeks peeking out from the hem of the wool skirt.  Shoes, what about shoes? She scanned the tiled bathroom floor and spotted a sticky note stuck to the bottom of the door.
     
    Open the armoire and take your pick of heels.
     
    The edges of her lips upturned as she bounced to the armoire and swung one of the heavy doors open. Swallowing hard, she glanced over the contents. Whips, floggers, ropes, collars and chains hung neatly inside. She flipped open the second door, containing more of the same paraphernalia including implements she’d never seen before. Mia stepped back and shivered when her gaze came to rest in the middle of the armoire. No shelves or hooks adorned the space, just a black padded satin background with buckled straps at all four corners and one large leather belt attached in the middle. She fingered the cool material, then spied a panel of switches built into the side of the cabinet. She flipped one of the switches, wondering what would happen. A soft motor purred and the bottom half of the back of the armoire protruded into the room. The rumbling stopped when the middle strap lay flat on the newly formed platform. Mia’s heart raced as the purpose of the armoire feature registered in her mind.
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    Asher’s leg bounced under the conference table. His pen tapped a matching beat on his leather folder in an attempt to fast forward to the end of the presentation. The Satin Rose Experience was expanding into Rosebud’s Vegas location and his presence as president of SRE was required at the monthly status meeting. Normally, the detail driven Asher would’ve had a legal page full of questions written out, but his pad was clean. The thought of Mia waiting for him in Suite Five clouded his senses and his cock twitched, imagining her knockout legs extending from the schoolgirl skirt he picked out.
    “…in closing, the project is moving along and will open on time in December…” Finally! After making the rounds with the usual handshakes he pulled his suit jacket from the back of the leather chair and marched to the bank of elevators. Slipping the jacket on, he straightened his tie in the