Blyne put down her satchel and looked around the room.
It was an ordinary hotel suite; it was quiet once the door was closed, with only the sound of the air conditioner and exhaust fan running. There was nothing obviously wrong.
She opened her camera and, following the method described online, took pictures of every corner of the room, poked at the mirrors to make sure there were no cameras, and confirmed that the bathroom mirror and the room’s full-length mirror were not one-way glass before she relaxed slightly. She sat in the corner of the sofa, sighed in her heart, thinking that even if she was being secretly filmed now, she probably wouldn’t be too upset, after all, how much worse could things get?
She held her bag on her knees, took out her phone, and glanced at the chat interface. As if hearing her thoughts, the room door beeped and was swiped open again.
Blyne’s heart suddenly lifted; she heard the person close the door, put on the security chain, and then let out a sigh of relief.
“It’s really cold today… You came so early. Have you been waiting long?”
Blyne had already stood up from the sofa; she was a little awkward, not knowing how to greet the person, so she shook her head, forcing a smile, and answered the question: “No, I just arrived too.”
“Okay.”
The other person walked towards her first, smiled, and extended her right hand generously: “Hi, I’m Vey.”
Blyne thought that using the word “girl” to describe the person in front of her would probably be more appropriate, because she didn’t look very old, had long black hair, carried a satchel, wore a pink and black trendy jacket, had a headset around her neck, and a sports wristband on her wrist. She looked like the kind of beautiful girl who catches the eye on a university campus, bright and cheerful, not like a dom… at least, not like the dom she imagined as an outsider.
The hand that was extended was slender and fair, with a silver ring with a gemstone on the middle finger. Blyne held her hand: “Hello, I’m Blyne.”
“Are you… an adult?” she asked tentatively.
“Of course. Do you want to see my ID?” Vey laughed, “Do I look like a minor?”
Blyne hesitated for a moment and nodded: “Sorry to trouble you.”
Vey, twenty-two years old.
Vey put down her shoulder bag, and Blyne’s gaze followed her bag, thinking, does she have something in there? She couldn’t imagine herself kneeling in front of this young girl and calling her mistress later. That scene was a bit ridiculous.
Perhaps she was standing still, looking too stiff. Vey turned to her and casually asked, “Just like we agreed online, right?”
“Uh…” It was even more awkward. Blyne gritted her teeth and nodded.
“Okay, go take a shower now, and then come out.”
“…Okay.”
Vey took off her headphones, took off her coat and threw it on the bed. Her inner wear was a black shirt and dark blue trousers. She then took off her ring and watch, rolled up her sleeves, and when she looked over again, felt that her aura had changed.
Her figure was straight, a thin “piece”, yet she had the curves of a woman’s body, like… a knife, tearing open the protective film, inadvertently revealing her slightly sharp true nature.
Vey raised her eyelids: “Any more questions?”
“No, no…” Blyne stammered, her face flushing. “I, I, I just want to ask, later, do I need to be, na-naked…”
Vey raised her eyebrows, as if surprised by her question.
“You can wear a bathrobe,” she said. “It all depends on what you need.”
Saying “it all depends on what you need”, she didn’t actually give a third choice.
The sound of water rang out, and Blyne stood under the shower, feeling the water go from cold to hot.
This was Blyne’s first appointment, and also the most… or rather, the third outrageous thing in her twenty-seven years. The first outrageous thing was coming out to her parents, which happened a month ago. The chain reaction caused by this was that she broke up with her family after a big fight, which was the second outrageous thing—however, the person who made her come out, cheated on her.
The reason was that she was too boring.
Boring, Blyne herself also admitted this. She was the most “sensible” child in the eyes of the neighbors since she was a child. Her younger sister was four years younger than her. From the day she had a younger sister, she was no longer a child, wouldn’t act cute or cry, just “sensible”.
But in the first few years they were together, her girlfriend had said she liked her gentleness.
The bathroom was filled with a hazy mist. Blyne closed her eyes, her eye sockets aching.
After drying her hair and coming out in a bathrobe, she saw Vey sitting on the sofa, holding a leather paddle.
There was only one leather paddle, not those props that made people feel fear that Blyne had seen when she was looking up information. A white round rug was laid at her feet, and Blyne guessed that she should kneel there later.
With the arrow on the bowstring, she suddenly started to be afraid again, her heart pounding like thunder, clutching the bathrobe belt tightly, and really wanted to turn around and leave.
She realized that Vey wasn’t much older than her students—although she wasn’t a teacher anymore, she had been lecturing high school students in class a few days ago, and now she was going to kneel in front of someone who wasn’t much older than them and play a master and slave role-playing game.
Was it not very moral to ditch the other person in the middle of a date… Speaking of which, date need to consider moral issues? Blyne started a mental storm as soon as she got nervous. Vey looked up, and she steeled herself, with the mindset that since she was here, she had to go through with it. She walked over with a stiff upper lip, bent her legs to kneel down—but Vey raised her knee with a leather paddle, and then smiled and pointed to the sofa beside her: “No rush, sit down first.”
Blyne couldn’t tell if she had breathed a sigh of relief. She sat down as she was told. A small tea table separated the two of them, their eyes level, and the damp, faint fragrance of the shower gel followed them like a shadow. After a glance, Blyne immediately lowered her head again. She wasn’t afraid now, just a little embarrassed.
“You’re too nervous.” Vey looked at her, resting her chin in her hand, “Otherwise, let’s chat for a while first.”
…Yeah.
Actually, when making the appointment on the website, Vey had mentioned taking her out to dinner first and then coming to the hotel. But Blyne had a problem, she was much more comfortable facing strangers than facing people she didn’t know well. In order to avoid embarrassment, she wanted to make a quick decision. Vey only said that everything was up to her, and agreed.
Now it seemed that she was completely wrong. Blyne didn’t understand why she was so nervous in front of Vey, maybe because the other person was more beautiful than she had imagined? As an adult with a female sexual orientation and ulterior motives, it was normal to be nervous in front of someone with whom something was about to happen, right?
“I… well, I’m a complete newbie.” Although she’d already been embarrassed since before the shower, when she actually said it, Blyne still found it a bit difficult to say, “I’m a little… scared.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” Vey smiled, “It’s normal for you to be scared because you haven’t experienced this before.”
“Then can I try first?” Blyne glanced at the paddle, “Just, try it first.”
Vey stared at her for a moment, her gaze was a bit subtle, Blyne couldn’t help but feel uneasy, suspecting she had said the wrong thing. But before she could speak, Vey nodded: “Okay. Where do you want to try?”
Blyne hesitated for a moment and held out her hand, palm up.
It was a very non-standard posture, and Vey unconsciously took on a scrutinizing air. Blyne had been somewhat apprehensive in her behavior since they met, trying to appear relaxed, but her acting skills were clumsy, easily seen through.
Blyne had seen classmates in elementary school being spanked by the teacher, but she had never experienced this kind of punishment herself. The paddle landed on her palm, first causing a bit of numbness, followed by pain, and after it subsided, leaving a slight tingling sensation.
It didn’t really hurt that much. She wiggled her fingers, looked up at Vey, and the latter asked, “Is it acceptable?”
“Is this the full force?”
Seeing Vey’s expression freeze for a moment, Blyne realized that her words were almost a provocation… Her face flushed “whoosh” with color, and she explained in a fluster: “No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything else, I…”
“It’s okay, it’s just, the first time I’ve heard this kind of evaluation.” Vey’s shoulders moved slightly, as if she was holding back a laugh, and she reached out to stop Blyne’s explanation, “I understand what you mean, no need to apologize.”
“It’s good that you understand.” Blyne’s face was already flushed.
“Are you feeling more relaxed now?”
…Yeah.
Although it was still awkward, she at least breathed a sigh of relief. Vey didn’t seem to be the same as those doms on the website; at least she didn’t make her kneel down as soon as they met, and she was willing to talk to her properly.
“Okay, now you need to think of a safe word. I suggest using one you don’t usually say, to prevent you from accidentally saying it.”
“What will happen if I accidentally say it?”
Vey looked at her, her tone light: “I will stop.”
Blyne was half-believing: “Even if I say it by accident, you will stop?”
“Right. Otherwise, what’s the difference between you saying no and me continuing to ‘punish’ you? It’s like a crime. Within a safe range, I’ll test where your bottom line is, but no matter how I observe your reactions, I can’t see through your heart—so, when you say the safe word, I’ll stop.” Vey shrugged, “Of course, I don’t want you to say it too easily either, because we’re both enjoying the process, right?”
To be honest, Blyne was skeptical of her words; after all, few people were willing to seriously listen to someone kneeling at their feet. But since things had come to this point, she decided to trust Vey, at least for now. Vey was showing her a lot of respect. For now, Blyne didn’t think she would make a second appointment; she could just try this once and not contact her afterward.
Clearly noticing her hesitation, Vey said calmly, “You have to trust me. Trust is the core of a relationship. If you’re always worried that I’ll hurt you, how can you enjoy it properly?”
Her tone was very gentle, like an explanation and also like an enticement. Blyne’s face flushed, and she quietly retorted, “We don’t even know each other well, and it’s not normal to trust you so much when we just met.”
“We’ll get to know each other gradually.” Vey looked at her and smiled.
“Okay…” Blyne bit her lower lip, “The safe word is, sensible.”
“Sensible.”
Vey repeated it, and Blyne nodded, tentatively asking, “Is this safe word strange?”
“Not strange at all.” She answered very straightforwardly, “I’ve even heard of people using their boss’s name as a safe word.”
Blyne: “……”
She imagined that scene and couldn’t help but laugh, “That’s too deflating.”
“Yeah, I think so too. But in a sense, the safe word is meant to be deflating. Sometimes you can’t control your emotions, and you need some assistance, so as long as it can make you detach from the current situation, the safe word is reasonable.”
Blyne nodded, “Then let’s use this one.”
Vey looked at her thoughtfully. Blyne thought she would ask something else, but Vey just said “I see,” then sat up straight, leaned back, and raised her chin towards the round rug in front of her, “Shall we begin?”
The transition was sudden, and Blyne’s heart rate accelerated for a moment. She swallowed, met the other person’s gaze, slowly stood up, and knelt on the round rug.
Vey’s trouser leg was within easy reach. It seemed she had sprayed perfume, or perhaps it was the scent of laundry detergent, which lingered around the hem of her clothes. It was a light, woody fragrance with a hint of a bitter aftertaste.
Blyne pressed her hand on her own thigh, not daring to look up at her. The person in front of her crossed her legs, and used a leather paddle to lift her long hair, letting it fall over her shoulder, but she didn’t move, only saying, “You’re starting to get nervous again.”
“I don’t know to what extent I can accept it.” Blyne silently told herself to relax, but her body was still tense, and she couldn’t help but guess how she would start, “If… if…”
Vey stood up, and Blyne subconsciously looked up, her body leaning in her direction.
“First, let’s confirm that your bottom line is that you do not accept any projects that will leave permanent harm, and you do not accept sexual relations. Is that right?”
“Mmh.” Blyne nodded slightly.
This request should be a bit strange, right? This kind of thing seems to naturally be linked to sex. Before she contacted Vey on the website, she had also chatted with several doms. She heard that most people refused her after learning that she didn’t accept sexual relations. Someone asked her, ‘If we don’t have sex, then you’re the one having fun, aren’t I just working for nothing?’ Blyne couldn’t explain this problem to outsiders. This thin bathrobe could represent many things. In her view, sex seemed to be a behavior that represented the bottom line of an intimate relationship. This was one of the few times she had stepped out of line in her twenty-seven years, and as rebellious as she wanted to be, she couldn’t expose herself to a stranger.
Vey didn’t say anything, indicating that she understood, and then paused, smiling and asking if she knew that her requirements were actually a bit ambiguous.
“What is your definition of sexual behavior? Physical contact? Using props? Using hands or mouths? Penetration?”
“I…” She was too direct, and Blyne just wanted to dig a hole and bury her face in it. In the end, she couldn’t say anything, so she could only admit that she was right, and she said with difficulty, “No contact… there… right…”
“Many people don’t like beginners, because you don’t know your own bottom line, so the dom can only try little by little. Of course, this is what the dom should do, but there are many risks involved. There are also many people who get into fights after being whipped a few times, and some even end up in the police station.”
“Do you also mind working with beginners… ?”
Vey paused, and said lightly, “I wouldn’t say I mind.”
Blyne understood her subtext: “So, you do mind a little, then.”
“That’s not something you should be considering.” She avoided answering, holding the riding crop and pacing back and forth behind Blyne, but she didn’t strike. Her voice changed, laced with a mocking smile, “Logically speaking, I mind newbies, yet I sought you out. Shouldn’t you think I particularly like you, and thus am willing to abandon my standards for your sake?”
“…” Blyne choked, thinking to herself that she was indeed a spoilsport, “I’m sorry.”
Before she could finish speaking, the riding crop fell, hitting the shoulder blade. It was harder than when she hit her palm. Through the thin bathrobe, the sound was muffled, but the pain wasn’t very intense. However, Blyne was caught off guard, and with a short cry of alarm, she reflexively arched her body.
Soon, the pain was replaced by heat, and Blyne bit her lower lip, guessing that the spot should already be red. Her breathing became heavier, and she felt something cool pressing lightly on that area of skin.
She turned her head and saw Vey holding the riding crop, pointing at her reddened shoulder blade. Seeing her look up, Vey then met her gaze. She was no longer smiling, looking down at her with a cold, oppressive aura.
“I believe I told you not to apologize.”
“……”
With the riding crop against her chin, Vey commanded her to turn back and kneel straight. Her tone was calm: “From now on, I don’t want to hear apologies. You only need to answer my questions. If you feel you’ve done something wrong, I want to hear the reason you think so, then how you will handle it, and you will listen to me. Understand?”
The person who had been so gentle suddenly turned cold, and Vey’s heart skipped a beat. For a moment, she was a little frightened, and a bit of… anticipation, she couldn’t quite explain it.
“Hmm…”
Vey looked into her eyes and said, “You’re a newbie, so I’ll give you a chance. What was my question?”
Although she was smiling, it wasn’t a smile meant to ease the atmosphere, but rather one that concealed a threat, making people’s backs feel cold. Only at this moment did Blyne truly realize she was a dom. She was probably very good at reading people, thus able to disguise her true nature so cleverly, but from the moment Blyne knelt down and their lines of sight were no longer level, she had already been silently revealing her desire for control.
Blyne bit her lower lip: “Understood.”
Vey nodded with satisfaction.
“Kneel straight, don’t sit down.”
The paddle tapped her calves, thighs, buttocks, side waist, and shoulders in turn. Each tap made Blyne tremble involuntarily. Finally, guided by Vey, she assumed a relatively standard kneeling posture. Vey wouldn’t allow her to sit on her heels; her legs were slightly apart, her upper body straight, and her hands behind her back. Time passed bit by bit; this posture was a bit tough, and Blyne couldn’t help but wriggle slightly, trying to give her knees a brief respite.
Vey asked, “Tired?”
Blyne nodded.
But Vey didn’t intend to let her change her posture at all, seeming somewhat heartless: “I won’t tie you up today, but don’t move, just hold on.”
Blyne bit her lip: “Okay.”
“You don’t know what you like, so why don’t we try it first? I’ll only use this paddle today, no other props. Don’t be afraid, haven’t you already tried it?”
She leaned against the coffee table, looking down, but her tone was very gentle, as if she were comforting her. Blyne looked up at her, momentarily dazed.
Just as she was stunned, her shoulder hurt again – Vey’s paddle landed there, where it had hit the last time.
“Ugh…!”
This time the pain was a little more intense; she felt her shoulder start to burn, and the pain and numbness spread across her skin to all sides, even her earlobes started to feel hot.
Blyne’s breathing became erratic, and the hands behind her back clenched. Vey’s shoe tapped her knee, helping her to kneel properly. She slowly stood up, and Blyne lowered her head, watching her disappear from her sight and go around behind her. She instinctively became nervous, guessing where Vey would hit her next.
The feeling of uncertainty was so tormenting, making her both afraid and expectant. The familiar sound of the wind came from behind her, Blyne gasped, and suddenly arched her back – Vey hit her buttocks.
It still didn’t hurt, but it felt different from the first two times. Vey unbuttoned her collar and pulled it down slightly, exposing a bit of her shoulder, and asked,
“Do you want to know what your shoulder looks like?”
“……”
As if reminding her, Vey gently tapped her back, and Blyne then remembered that she should answer, but Vey didn’t give her a chance, hitting her buttocks hard.
The burning pain was much heavier than the previous few times. She couldn’t help leaning forward, and her kneeling position slipped, causing her to sit on the blanket. She finally realized she was being bullied, and when the paddle pressed her back down, she felt a moment of grievance.
Her voice began to tremble:
“Want…”
Vey frowned: “I didn’t hear you.”
“Want.”
Another swat landed on her buttocks, and Blyne bit her lip, suppressing the gasps in her throat. The meaning of being hit seemed to be changing; the pain subsided, but the lingering heat became more apparent.
“The paddle will leave marks, but they won’t be obvious, just an outline.”
Blyne’s face was flushed, as if blood would drip. Although she was wearing a bathrobe, under Vey’s unhurried description, she felt completely naked.
Vey used the paddle to press on the center of the faint red area, preventing her from moving.
“The marks will fade quickly, leaving only a faint trace. You’re very pale, so the marks will be more obvious.”
Blyne couldn’t see her expression, only hear her still casual tone. She couldn’t help but imagine herself following Vey’s description; her breathing became more rapid, and a strange heat spread from the place being pressed, along her spine to her lower abdomen, flowing through her blood vessels to all her limbs.
Vey only hit her five times.
Five times, but it had already caused her to subconsciously begin to speculate on how to obey. She couldn’t help but guess the meaning of Vey’s every expression, imagine how she should answer, how to cooperate, guess when the paddle would fall, where it would fall, why it would fall—was it punishment or a reward?
And she was becoming excited because of it—her panties felt a little sticky, and she was wet.
She was ashamed and wanted to close her legs, Vey noticed her small movement, curled her lips, and chuckled lightly:
“Relax. You see, your body will naturally tell you what you like, what you don’t like, and what you can accept.”
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【The following is the author’s words】
The novel assumes a private and safe environment, and both parties are good people with no risks. Please do not contact reality. Arranged interactions carry risks; be cautious when making friends!
End of this chapter