Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
She’d dipped her toe in the BDSM water these first few days at The Enclave. She’d had fun splashing around in the shallow waters. But was she ready to dive headlong into the deep end? As astonishing as it might be, these two guys, these two trained Dominants, seemed to think so.
Follow your heart.
Did her counsel to Lia extend to herself? Did she have the courage to follow her heart, wherever it might take her? Did she trust Mason enough to take the leap with him?
“Yes,” she whispered, unable to look away from Mason’s powerful gaze. “I agree. I accept.”
“Excellent,” Anthony said, breaking the spell. “Now there is the matter of your hard limits.”
The laptop sat between them. Opening the lid, Anthony tapped a few keys. “Slave Jaime, our resident computer expert, has created this handy form for when we have training seminars with visitors from the BDSM community.”
He turned the laptop so the screen faced her. “As you go down the list, click once on the space bar to place an H in the box, indicating this is a hard limit. If you click twice, it will place a T there, indicating it’s a negative trigger. Just use the down arrow to skip the boxes that aren’t hard limits. If you click something by mistake, or just change your mind, click on the box again and it will remove the H or T. Take your time as you go down the list. Be honest with yourself. Don’t automatically click on something because it looks scary or taboo. Everything on this list is safe, if challenging. Master Mason will press your boundaries—that’s a given. But he will never put you in harm’s way.”
Hannah glanced at Mason, who nodded gravely. Her gut swooping with a combination of nerves and excitement, she focused on the screen. The alphabetical list was comprehensive, running the gamut from anal sex to whipping.
“I understand the concept of triggers,” she said as she did the initial scan. “But I don’t really know what my triggers are, if any. The sum total of my actual hands-on BDSM experience has been here at The Enclave.”
“I wouldn’t worry too much about that right now,” Mason said. “I’ll be paying close attention, and we’ll be communicating every step of the way. If something doesn’t feel right, we’ll both know it.”
Hannah nodded, satisfied with this response. Returning her focus to the list, she immediately checked the box next to anal sex, and scrolled down to click vaginal intercourse and oral sex while she was at it. A kiss was one thing, but no way was she ready for more.
She added asphyxiation, blood play, knife play, branding, electric play, face slapping, fisting, golden showers, mummification, needle play, scat and spitting to her hard limit list.
She was deciding what else to add to the list when Mason spoke. “Try to keep an open mind as you go down that list,” he said. “Like Master Anthony counseled, don’t be too quick to eliminate something just because it might look scary. It takes courage to submit, Hannah. I believe you possess that courage.”
Hannah reviewed her choices as she pondered Mason’s words. The thought of knife play, while scary, was also thrilling. It tapped directly into one of her more powerful masturbatory fantasies of the dark, sexy stranger coming into her bedroom late at night, awakening her with the tip of his knife at her throat. “Don’t move. You belong to me now…”
Heart beating with excitement, Hannah removed the H from the knife play option. She returned the laptop to Anthony.
Biting back a nervous giggle, she asked, “What happens now?”
Part Two
Chapter 19
They only had about an hour before they’d need to do lunch prep. Mason brought Hannah inside, eager not to waste a moment. “Master Anthony will upload your hard limit list to your profile,” he said as they climbed the stairs to the second floor.
The site had been another of slave Jaime’s excellent ideas. The trainers used it to review and tailor individual slave contracts as needed, track progress and note concerns. Every slave, including resident submissives and those in training, had their own profile. It was a great way for the various trainers to share ideas and suggestions without having to physically get together for the exchanges—a nearly impossible task with their varied schedules.
“I’ll have a look, and then we’ll discuss some basic ground rules.”
He led her down the hall to his suite and pushed open the door, gesturing her inside. “Go kneel on a yoga mat in the play area while I review your hard limits.”
Hannah obediently moved toward a mat and lowered herself to the ground. So far, so good.
Mason pulled his phone from his pocket and opened the link to a private website. He clicked to Hannah’s page, pleased to see Anthony had already uploaded her hard limits list. He scowled when he saw she had precluded all penetrative sex from the get-go. Yet, even in his frustration, he recognized it was probably for the best. He wasn’t looking to have a relationship with this woman, after all. He just wanted to help her realize her submissive potential.