Chapter 13: The Trial
I allow Samantha to lead me by the hand through the crowd and to the elevator in the center of the lobby. Samantha puts a key in the elevator panel and we start ascending.
“Where are we going? You didn’t push a button.” I ask.
“We’re going to my home. I live in the penthouse of this hotel.”
“That’s different. How can you just live in a hotel?”
“I own it.”
The elevator dings and we exit into a small five foot square room. Samantha types a code into the keypad and opens the door.
“Holy shit.” I say as the door opens and into the sitting area with hand carved unique chairs that look like thrones.“These are extravagant.”
“Indeed they are. They are hand crafted from Brazilian walnut trees. All of my furniture is hand crafted from around the world. I love the unique qualities.” Samantha says as we continue walking. “Here’s the kitchen, dining room, and living room area.”
I gaze into the open wall rooms they are all painted a dull beige color. However, there is artwork all over and a fireplace at the center of the living room to draw your attention. “No TV?” I ask.
“I don’t have time for much TV.”
“What do you do to pass time?”
“I don’t have much time to pass. However, when I do, I usually read in the library.” Samantha replies. “We will begin your trial now. You will follow my commands. Is that okay?”
“Yeah.” I respond.
“Yes, My Queen.”
“Good job, My Pet. In my home, you will address me as My Queen. You will also not speak unless you are spoken to, or told that we can act normal. Understood?”
“Yes, My Queen.” I say in a mocking tone.
“Do you think this is funny My Pet?” Samantha questions sternly.
“A little. It’s just I’ve never called anyone other than their name really.”
“Yes, you have. You call your mother and father by their role. You don’t use their first name, do you?”
“I suppose you’re right.” I say thinking about it.
“So my title and role here will be your queen.”
“Okay.” Samantha looks at me expectantly, “My Queen.” I add.
“Kneel here.” Samantha points to the floor in front of her.
“On the floor?” I question.
“Yes, on the floor. I did not ask you a question, My Pet. We will address this issue shortly.” Samantha states.
I walk and kneel in front of her. An issue? How is talking an issue? I guess I’m not allowed to talk here unless addressed. I can probably do that. It doesn’t seem too hard. I wonder how bad of an issue this is. It can’t be that bad. I mean we haven’t even entered the contract yet. But this is a trial...so it probably means that if I do talk out of turn something will happen.
“Sit back on your feet, look at your knees, and place your hands on your lower thighs.” Samantha commands.
I comply and wait for her approval.
“This will be the resting position. Anytime I tell you to rest, I expect you to sit like this. You will not move or look up unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, My Queen.”
We walk down the hallway and through a set of double doors. Wow, this must be the sex room ha. I suppose they actually exist. I wonder how many people have been here. I don’t want to think of that. The room has royal purple walls and grey flooring that looks like stones. There are many odd pieces of furniture, some type of bench, a variety of chairs, and a bed with a canopy. Samantha walks across the room, her high heels echoing with every step.
“This is where you will rest in this room.” Samantha points to a small, padded step stool. “Rest.”
I kneel on the stool, place my hands, and look down. I hear Samantha walk away. I take this time to look around the room further. The walls have many sections of different apparatuses hanging from them.
“Just because I walk away, does not negate the command. Do you understand?” Samantha asks coldly.
“Yes, My Queen.” I look down. Oh shit, I probably shouldn’t have done that.
I hear Samantha pace along the far wall before walking to me. I see her feet appear first. I wonder if she wears heels all the time. Or if she wears them on purpose. They sound intimidating on this floor even though I couldn’t see her until now. She walks along the side wall before walking to me.
“Put your hands behind your back.” Samantha whispers in my ear. Shivers run down my spine and I oblige. Samantha puts something around my wrist. It must be some type of handcuff. Gods, I feel so different. This must be what vulnerability feels like. At least these restraints are soft against my skin. Ouch. Samantha pulls my other arm to secure it.
“Stand.” Samantha commands.
I try to stand quickly. It is tougher than I thought it would be without my arms for balance. When I get on my feet, I immediately start leaning and begin to fall over.
“You must be careful, My Pet.” Samantha says while catching me.
“I will.” I respond.
“You forget that I’m in control. I did not ask you a question.”
A slight feeling of dread starts growing inside me. I wonder what she will do. Can I actually follow directions like she wants? This is kind of weird, but nice to be told what to do. Snap! I heard the crack of the crop before I felt it. The worry is now filled with a slight sting on my left butt cheek. That feels kind of...nice.
Snap! Again, the pain stuck a little harder, this time on my right side. The pain is turning into something else. It’s unlike anything that I haven’t felt before.
“Do you know why I’m doing this, My Pet?” Samantha asks.
Snap! The pain is quickly replaced by endorphins. I think I can handle this. It doesn’t hurt that bad. It’s a little sting and then a surge of pleasure. I actually like this more than I thought I would.
“I thinnnkkkk…..” Samantha drags out the words like I was forgetting something.
Oh shit...I did forget. “I’m sorry. I think, My Queen.”
“No need to apologize, just remember.”
Snap, snap, snap! With each crack of the crop I squirm a little and a small moan escapes my lips as pleasure courses through my nervous system. My body waivers as my legs start growing weak from standing.
“Turn and lay over the bed.” Samantha demands her voice fills the air around us and I can’t do anything but follow her command.
“Is it okay if I remove some clothing, MyPet?” She asks soft and sincere.
“Yes, please, My Queen.” I respond breathily, hinting at the desire for her growing within me. I’m surprised she asked. I suppose she did since this is an unusual circumstance and my first time with anything like this.
Samantha swiftly lowers my pants and undies to the floor.
Snap! “You’ve been a bad girl, My Pet.” Samantha says in a condescending voice. Snap! “You disobeyed orders and looked around the room.”
Snap! The stinging is worse than before, however the pleasure is also increasing. I couldn’t help but moan again.
“You also have spoken out of turn.” Snap! I gasped at the pain on the more intense strike. The pain from this one lingers longer than the others. “Do you like this, My Pet?” She rubs the area of her last strike, dissipating the pain and soothing the area.
“I think so. I mean it feels good but also hurts...overall I think it’sa whole new level of passion and I guess I do like it.”
Samantha raises back up my clothes and unbound my wrist. “That will complete the trial. If you’d like more, the contract is awaiting your signature.” She winks at me and gives me a seductive grin.
I follow her back down to her office where a new draft is waiting with the modifications. She hands it to me.
“Review and sign if it pleases you.”
I pretend to look over it again and think of the possibilities to come. That was really different and intense. It felt so good though. My body responded to her words and actions. All I had to do was listen and experience what she had to offer. I wonder how many other things she can do. That room was filled with so many different things. I already knew I would sign it before the trial. I just wanted to see how she would be before I jumped in. When I reach the back page, I hover the pen over the line, and sign the contract.