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)
Hannah rubbed her stinging bottom through the fabric of her dress as they passed back through the living room. Lawrence stopped at a set of French doors near the kitchen that led outside to the back of the house.
As they stepped outside, she gasped with awe at the beautiful setting. To her right was a neatly tended vegetable and herb garden. The large stone veranda was surrounded by bright flower beds. Rolling lawns sloped down toward a lake nestled between large old maple and oak trees. The place was truly idyllic.
Anthony sat in profile to them at one of several tables. He held a mug of something in his hand. There was an open laptop on the table. As they approached, Hannah caught her breath again. On the other side of the veranda stood a trellis made of sturdy wooden beams. Chains hung at intervals from the beams. A large wooden sawhorse sat beneath it. An outdoor dungeon!
Anthony turned as they approached. “Did our new charge learn her first lesson?”
“I believe she did,” Lawrence replied, gifting Hannah with another genuine smile. He glanced at his watch. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a training session in a few.”
As Lawrence took his leave, Anthony said, “Please, have a seat.” He waved toward the chair beside him as Lawrence marched back toward the house, his boots clicking on the stone.
Hannah sat gingerly on the cushioned chair, her bottom still smarting from the spanking. Setting down his mug, Anthony turned back to the table. Pulling the laptop closer, he angled it so they could both view the screen.
“What we have here is our basic, boilerplate slave contract. It’s safe to say this goes beyond the scope of the experience I think you’re looking for. For example, our slave trainees are expected to be naked at all times. You will, of course, have that option, but it won’t be a requirement.”
“Phew,” she muttered. The thought of parading around naked with all those perfect-bodied slaves made her break out in a cold sweat.
He regarded her with a faintly amused expression. Returning his attention to his laptop, he said, “That said, we will require some modification in your daily attire. Specifically, you may not wear pants, underwear or bras at any time while you reside here at The Enclave. During sessions and scenes in which you are actively participating, you will be required to strip completely. It’s not only a sign of your total submission, it’s necessary for impact play and other types of training. Is that going to be a problem, Hannah?”
Hannah bit her lower lip as she struggled with the question. She’d managed to strip for her virgin scene Friday night and she hadn’t died in the process. Nevertheless, the thought of baring her less-than-perfect body again was still mildly terrifying.
But what did she really have to be afraid of? Nudity was common practice at The Enclave, and absolutely not a big deal. It was a sign of submission, and one she needed to learn to embrace.
“No, Sir,” she replied, striving for a resolute tone but not sure she’d succeeded.
Anthony smiled. “Good girl. Remove your bra and hand it to me.”
Heat immediately rushed into Hannah’s face, belying her resolve of a moment before. Getting to her feet, she reached behind herself, trying to get at her bra from the neck of the dress. It wasn’t happening. Not knowing what else to do, she reached under the hem of her dress, twisting away from Anthony as she did so.
Somehow she managed to get the damn thing off without contorting too much, though she was pretty sure she’d flashed her butt at him in the process. Finally, turning back to face him, she placed her bra on the tabletop and sank back down into the chair.
He cocked a brow. “I didn’t say put it on the table,” he said in a mild but firm voice. “I said hand it to me.”
Embarrassed, she grabbed the bra and held it out to him. He took it without comment and draped it casually over the back of his chair. Then he pointed to the computer screen.
“This part here is standard slave contract language that gives you an idea of what training typically includes.”
Hannah crossed her arms over her chest to hide her nipples, which were poking insistently against the thin fabric of her sundress. Wishing she had her reading glasses, she leaned forward, squinting, and read:
I promise complete obedience to the Dominants at The Enclave, and/or to whomsoever they deem appropriate. This includes, but is not limited to, allowing myself to be whipped, chained, suspended, caned, cropped, paddled, spanked, gagged, clamped and plugged. I further agree to submit to various types of edge play, including needle and knife play.
As property of The Enclave, I agree to submit sexually in whatever way pleases my owners. This includes oral, vaginal and anal sex of every variety.