I know how Alice in Wonderland felt when she tumbled down the rabbit hole.
One moment your life is normal. You're getting up, eating breakfast, having a shower, riding the bus to work. Surrounded by people who are moving through the motions of their day. There is a rhythm and flow to your days and nights and sometimes it's boring but mostly it's comfortable.
Then something changes. A new person enters your life and flips it upside down. Black is white. Day is night. Up is down. Your billionaire boss is a dom and he wants you.
And you want him.
But I didn't fall down a rabbit hole. I walked down a lush corridor in a mansion and followed my boss, Mr. Stone, through a black door.
On the other side was his secret dungeon filled with sex toys and a whole lot more.
I looked up at Mr. Stone and he nodded assent for me to wander around. I went left to a glass-fronted cabinet filled with vibrators and tried to focus on them to calm myself. Blue slender vibrator. A short wide black vibrator with rubbery nubs all over it. A thick purple vibrator with soft rabbit ear attachment. A small red bullet vibrator that looked very familiar.
I looked back at Mr. Stone. He'd walked back to lean in the doorway. He was wearing his black pants and had his shirt unbuttoned showing the body of a swimmer who did a hella lot of sit-ups. He raised an eyebrow at me and I couldn't help myself grinning like an idiot.
I turned away from the hotness in front of me and moved to the next cabinet. It was filled with plugs of varying shapes, colors and sizes. I'd never tried anything like that before and frankly, the idea made me nervous. Would it hurt? Would the pain come with pleasure? The idea of using one of them had crossed my mind before but I'd always been too scared to do anything about it. Would Mr. Stone use one of these on me? The idea made me shiver in excitement and I quickly moved on. Next to cabinet was a pile of thick soft white ropes. I picked one up and ran it through my hands, delighting in the texture.
"What will you do with these, Sir?" I asked, wrapping them around my hands and facing Mr. Stone.
I saw him swallow and glance down my body. We'd only just had sex but it looked like he was ready to grab me again.
"I will tie you up. Or tie you down. And then ...". He left the sentence hanging but his face told me what he wanted. I turned away from him and dropped the rope.
I moved to the centre of the room where there was a giant wooden barrel with spokes all over it. The main body of it was padded but for the life of me I couldn't work out what this was for.
I ran my hands over the wood, feeling the amazing texture under my palms. It was wide enough to lay on it facedown, like a massage table.
"How do you use this?"
"You put your back on the padding and I tie your hands to the spokes at the top and your ankles at the bottom. The wheel moves so you are on your back, arched over it with your legs spread wide. You will be at my mercy."
I swallowed and took my hand off the wooden spoke I was clutching. As he spoke I imagined everything he'd do to me. To be tied up in front of this man, helpless...
He stepped away from the door and slowly walked towards me. I stared at him, unable to turn away, and saw the cruel look on his face. This wheel was for punishment first and then pleasure. Mr. Stone came closer and I felt like my feet were joined to the floor. In his eyes I saw no mercy - only a promise to take me to my limits. To punish me and fuck me in equal measure.
He closed the distance and raised his hand to my face. He stroked his finger down my cheek and to my neck. I felt him clasp my neck as I stood transfixed in front of him.
"Do you want to be helpless, Delilah? Do you want to be open and vulnerable, forced to orgasm again and again. Do you want to be denied my cock until you are begging for it?"
He was so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Every sound was magnified. The slight rasp of his shirt sleeve. The feeling of his hand around my throat. The thudding of my heart.
"Yes, sir," I said, feeling my pussy grow wet and hot.
"It's time for bed then. We'll begin tomorrow."
He took my hand and led me out of the dungeon. My body was humming like a vibrator turned on low and when he kissed me chastely on the cheek at the door of the guest bedroom just the feeling of his lips nearly made me come right there.
He stalked off down the corridor and I closed the door, telling myself that I needed to sleep and not chase him down the corridor and throw myself at him.
I slid into bed, feeling the soft sheets against my body and tried to process what had just happened. I'd heard a noise. It was Mr. Stone. I'd ... I'd seduced him by stripping off in front of him. He'd lost control and pushed me over the sofa. There was a dungeon. There was him.
It all mixed into a warm blur and I found myself smiling as I drifted off to sleep.
*
I awoke in the morning and for a few minutes lay in bed wrapped in a warm cocoon. The heavy curtains were open and the storm that had driven us to Mr. Stone's mansion had vanished, leaving a perfect blue sky in its place.
I stretched and sighed, happiness bubbling up from within me. It had been a night of broken sleep but I felt refreshed. Rejuvenated.
A killer orgasm will do that to a girl I thought and then smiled at the memory. Mr. Stone sitting by the fire, his face lit only by the embers' glow.
And me, suddenly brave enough to seduce him by pressing a dot of charcoal on my robe. What had come over me? The memory of the night was vivid but it felt like some other side of me had taken over. A Delilah who took risks. A Delilah who wanted to change herself. A Delilah who would submit.
I slid out of bed and saw that my robe from last night was folded neatly on the polished trunk at the foot of the bed. There was also an pale gold envelope with Delilah written on the front.
I picked up the envelope and caught the faint scent of Mr. Stone. His aftershave plus that indefinable masculine scent. I raised the envelope to my lips and breathed in. For a moment I saw last night again, the images and feelings flooding through me so strongly I had to grip the bedpost to stop myself falling over. I shook myself and opened the envelope.
Shower, then breakfast downstairs in the kitchen. Commands to follow.
It wasn't signed but I recognized Mr. Stone's handwriting. I could almost imagine him instructing me, watching me with his cool blue-green eyes.
I kissed the note and then dropped it on the bed before heading in to the shower. Mr. Stone had given me commands and I intended to follow them.
*
I dried myself with a thick towel that was both rough and soft at the same time. I was feeling a little overwhelmed and if I thought the shower would cool me down I was wrong.