Domination & submission _ the BDSM relationship handbook ( PDFDrive )

My Two Cents on First Meetings
“Scrabble?” Dee was struggling to contain her incredulity. “You want me to
bring a Scrabble game to our first real-life meeting? Don’t get me wrong,
Master... I really do love playing Scrabble with you, but... seriously?”
I nodded toward the webcam and monitor that connected us across the 1500
miles that separated us. “Seriously,” I replied. I could see that she was fighting
an almost irresistible urge to ask why, but her training vanquished the impulse,
and she responded with a simple, “Yes, Master.”
Three days later, I was on a flight from Texas to North Carolina to meet Dee for
the very first time. We’d met online, and in the course of the following six
months, developed an open and trusting D/s relationship. Now, it was time to
take the next step – to see whether our online chemistry would be able to survive
the transition to the real world. During a flight layover in Atlanta, I texted,
“Wear a nice little sundress, without panties. Bring a bottle of your favorite
wine. Once I get there, I’ll call you to give you the name of the hotel and room
number.”
“Yes, Master,” came her reply.
After the final leg of my flight and a short taxi ride, I was finally at my hotel. I
dropped my luggage, and made the call. “I’m at the Holiday Inn, room 216.
The phone number to the room is (555) 626-0216. Write that information down,
and make an additional copy. One copy, you should bring with you, and the
other, you should leave on your kitchen table before you leave the house.
I also want you to tell a trusted friend that you’re meeting someone for the first
time, and you’d like her to call your cell later this evening. Arrange a code word
that only you two will know; something that means, “Help, I’m in trouble, call
the police.” Please do not tell me what that code word is.”
“Is all that really necessary, Master?” she asked. “I trust you. I know you would
never do anything to hurt me.” I told her yes, it was absolutely necessary.
“Be here at 5 PM. Oh, and by the way,” I added, “I’d like to try something that I
think will be fun. There will be no speaking for our first hour together. Not one
word. Think you can do that?” She chuckled, as if to say, only you could come
up with something as crazy as that. Instead, she simply replied, “Yes, Master. I