A Taste of Submission (Part 1)
They’d agreed to meet, nothing more. A test run to see if they were a good fit, a broken billionaire and a submissive in search for a new dominant…
Alannah
His text came at 7:10 PM.
– Be in front of my hotel room at 9:00. –
There were no other instructions and I didn’t dare ask. We had an agreement to do a test run, nothing more, before he’d make his decision on whether he’d pick me or not.
But what did he want me to wear? Did he want me with underwear or did he want me without it? What about my hair? Should I put it up using something he could tie me down with later, or leave it loose so he could grab it to pull me wherever he wanted me?
For a moment, I panicked. I was so used to being told what to do, what to wear, even when to brush my teeth that with Blaze, my mind became a blank slate. What I wanted didn’t matter. I only needed to know what he preferred, how he wanted me to present myself to him.
What would he like?
What did he like?
After telling myself to calm down, I chose to wear a red wraparound dress and stilettos. Black lace bra and matching panties. No, Alannah, get rid of…
