Entry

She takes her last preparation step before stepping into his lair. She dons the leather collar he has warned her not to arrive without. Ever. After buckling herself in, she pulls down the mirror to make sure the silver ring is perfectly centered in the front, right under her chin. Satisfied that she is presentable for him, she slides out of the car and walks, much more boldly than she feels, to the door.

She thinks she might test him, his power. Carefully, quietly, she lays a hand on the doorknob and within 3 seconds, she feels it turn. She tries to pull her hand away, but cannot and steps into the darkness as the door swings open. Not until the darkness surrounds her is she able to remove her hand from the doorknob and when she does, the door immediately closes. For a moment, she wonders if he knew, then realizes that of course he did. She couldn't keep herself from him from the first day and as their bond grew and continues to grow, she may never have that power.

She stands in the dark, very still, because she knows that this is his desire. The hairs on her arms stand at attention and there is electricity in the air. There is a faint sliding sound and then no other noise. No light. He clears his throat and she takes that as her cue. Off with her shoes, her skirt, her blouse. She's learned to do this in complete silence but still quite sensually. Even in this dark, he can see her and she knows that there are rewards to be had for her good behavior as well as punishment to be doled out for her bad.

She is standing in the dark in some of her sexiest lingerie. She knows he sees her; he has eyes like a cat. He would notice any slight motion. She, on the other hand, cannot seem to adjust to the darkness. Her fear was long ago replaced with anticipation, and it is with that same anticipation that she stands, awaiting his command.