Isabella’s POV
Mr. L’s apartment was a striking blend of modern style and sophistication. Situated in a sleek condominium, it greeted me with expansive windows offering stunning city views. Inside, minimalist furnishings and luxurious touches like marble floors and designer lighting created an atmosphere of refined elegance.
Following the driver's instructions from earlier, I navigated through the foyer after stepping off the private elevator. A faint scent of cedar and vanilla lingered in the air, enhancing the luxurious atmosphere of the place.
Near the entrance, a small card on a stand caught my eye. Its message was both inviting and cautious:
"Welcome here, baby girl. Come in. Feel free to explore every room, closet, and drawer at your own pace. If you feel safe and comfortable, send me a message and then blindfold yourself. If not, the driver can take you back to your hotel anytime you choose. But first, I recommend you visit the bedroom.
Signed, L."
The typed card intrigued me as I stood at Mr. L's doorstep. I wondered why it wasn't handwritten—was it a matter of privacy, or simply his preference for precision? Either way, it heightened my anticipation. I was determined not to let nerves get the better of me; I had come here willingly, and I wouldn't back down now. Courage surged through me. I need this.
My heart raced in my chest, a mix of excitement and uncertainty. Yet, even in this moment, Mr. L had given me a choice—to stay or to leave. It spoke volumes about his respect, confidence and authority. Men like him were rare, and I felt fortunate for the opportunity. I really hoped to please him.
Stepping into the apartment, I found the interior matched the elegance of its exterior. The living room embraced a minimalist style, adorned with carefully chosen artworks that added sophistication to the serene, neutral tones. The nearby dining area suggested both intimate gatherings and grand occasions.
Slipping on the fluffy red slippers left by the door, I tried to calm my racing heart and steady my nerves. Following the card's instructions, I headed towards the bedroom. Unlike the shared floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, thick curtains here were drawn, casting a warm, muted light that softened the expansive space.
Standing in the bedroom, I took in the hushed atmosphere and the sense of mystery lingering in the air. It was evident this place held secrets waiting to be uncovered. Mr. L's meticulous attention to detail was apparent throughout, from the sleek design to the carefully curated ambiance. It was more than a luxurious space; it was an invitation to explore, to discover what lay beneath the surface.
I flushed with warmth as I moved forward, absorbing every detail. Something caught my eye—a delicate touch of lace on a blue gown peeking out from the open closet. The card in my hand slipped from my fingers, falling softly to the ground as my vision blurred unexpectedly, tears welling up as realization sank in.
It all flooded back—the moment I had shared my safe word with him. "Lace,". I had always loved lace, and now, it seemed, he had woven it into every detail of this place—the card, the curtains, even the gown hanging in the closet. He just seemed to know me.
In that instant, all my nervousness and unease melted away. Mr. L was thoughtful beyond measure. He had prepared everything with such care. He couldn't possibly intend harm; his gestures spoke of sweetness and consideration.
I wiped the tears from my cheeks, my gaze drawn to a conspicuous box resting on the sofa in the bedroom. Curiosity piqued, I opened it to find a soft black silk blindfold adorned with delicate lace.
My heart raced. Was I truly ready for this?
Pulling out my phone, I composed a message to Mr. L:
Me: I feel safe. I’m ready, Master.
I took a deep breath and hesitantly slipped on the blindfold. Instantly, the world around me plunged into darkness, cutting off most of my sensory input. The silence was overwhelming, broken only by the thunderous beat of my own heart.
Forcing myself to breathe slowly, I tried to steady my nerves. It took a while, but gradually, I managed to regain control over my breath, even though my heart continued to race.
"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous," I repeated silently to myself, willing my body to relax as I stood motionless, waiting for what would come next.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, causing my hands to instinctively clutch the soft fabric of the sofa beneath me. I could hear Mr. L's footsteps approach the bedroom door, the sound echoing softly in the quiet room.
Should I sit on this sofa or keep standing? From what I had read, the sub would kneel at the door awaiting the Dom. I wanted to be the perfect sub, so perhaps I should do just that.
I could hear his footsteps drawing nearer and nearer until they finally halted. Strong arms enveloped me from behind, and my heart skipped a beat. "Master, should I kneel?" I asked tentatively, feeling a surge of desire and nerves that brought tears to my eyes.
He turned me around gently and pulled me into a warm embrace.
There was a faint fragrance in the air, barely perceptible, like opening a door in winter and inhaling the crisp scent of snow. Taking a deep breath, all I sensed was a vast emptiness, cold and clean. It was strangely calming, dispelling my earlier nerves and surrounding me in lust. He felt so good against my body. Damn!
Before I arrived, I couldn't stop worrying. What if he was much younger or older than I imagined? What if he didn't match the picture I had in my head? But now, here with him, I felt relieved. He had a presence that was undeniably attractive. His disciplined physique, with broad shoulders and taut muscles, showed he took great care of himself. I couldn’t wait to see his face.
Without warning, Mr L gripped my hair firmly, pulling me back. A mixture of pleasure and pain erupted in my body.
“Kneel," he commanded in a low, authoritative voice.