The Pleasure's All Mine: Memoir of a Professional Submissive by Joan Kelly Page B

make sure that, in fact, I wasn’t having some kind of “Freaky Friday” experience. Was there some really gorgeous woman somewhere who was now getting used to feeling average in a super-square life?
        “Do you know if the Lair is open right now?” Daniel asked me.
        “I think all the rooms were open, at least when we came back here five minutes ago.”
        “Great. Let’s go grab it before anyone else does!” he smiled, but I thought for the first time that I saw something resembling nervousness. That relaxed me a little bit, to be able to see him as vulnerable too, in his apparent hope that it would go well.
        By the time I reached Vanessa, one of Taylor’s regulars had already come in and they’d gone up to the Lair for a two-hour session. I broke the news to Daniel when he joined me in the front — he’d taken a detour to the clients’ restroom before making his way back to the lobby.
        “The Rock Room is open, though,” I told him, “and it’s somewhat similar to the Lair, I think?” I looked to Vanessa for verification.
        “Yes, darling, it’s quite lovely, I think you’ll find it more than sufficient,” she smiled at both of us.
        “Do we need anything else before we go up?” I asked Daniel.
        “Hm. What about some cuffs? Are you comfortable with that?”
        “Sure.” I led him back to the tool shed where we found two pairs of leather cuffs lined with fake fur for my wrists and ankles, and Daniel picked up a couple of pieces of rope as well.
        I hadn’t really gotten a good look at the Rock Room before then. Hillary had asked one of the other subs to show me all the rooms on the day I’d interviewed, but there hadn’t been any time to explore. As I stepped into the all-black room with Daniel, I had to leave the door open just to find the light switch. All the windows were covered. I couldn’t see past the end of my nose if I moved more than a few inches from where the light streamed into the doorway from the little sunroof in the hall. When I found the switch, it was already on. This was apparently as bright as the Rock Room was going to get.
        As I made my way across the room, I heard what sounded like a door lock being engaged, even though we were supposed to leave everything unlocked here. I turned back to Daniel as he followed me into the center of the rectangular room, and then thought better of saying anything. What difference did it make, anyway? It’s not like an unlocked door was magically easier for me to get to if things went awry in a session, and the doorknob turned from the inside even when locked to the outside. I didn’t want to risk blowing the mood with him by seeming critical.
        “So, which do you like?” Daniel motioned with either hand to the two bondage beds in the room. One had been manufactured to look like an old-fashioned stretching rack. It took up nearly one-half of the far side of the room, and wasn’t as wide as the other bed, which filled the large nook next to the bathroom closer to where we stood. I pointed to the nearer one and went over to set the cuffs down.
        The bed was all black leather, with a black-lacquered wooden frame, and several metal eyehooks had been screwed in at equal intervals around the perimeter. Daniel approached me from behind and then his hands were on my shoulders, massaging warmth into my chilled skin. All the rooms seemed to be kept at the same icy temperature. I guessed it was to help the dominatrixes keep cool as they cracked whips and kicked crotches in latex catsuits. I wondered if I should invest in a little space heater for my own sessions.
        “Mmm,” I said, letting my neck roll slightly back as his hands relaxed me.
        “Why don’t you take this off while I get set up?” he fingered the spaghetti straps of my dress. I slid out of the clingy sheath and waited silently while he tied pieces of rope onto four of the