Ashley's Bend by Cassy Roop Page B

left, but I couldn’t see anything through the pitch blackness of my blindfold. I heard several sets of footsteps telling me that more than one person had just entered the room. After a few moments of silence, a voice finally spoke.
    “Welcome, future submissives to your first weekend of training. I am Knoxville, most call me Knox, but today you will address me as Sir . Is this understood?”
    I along with what sounded like four other voices responded with a yes, Sir . I couldn’t help but shift my weight from foot to foot with nervous anticipation. I rang my hands together behind my back.
    “First order of business. Several of you are wearing clothing over your required attire. This displeases me because you were not instructed to wear anything else. Take it off.” Knox commanded. I hesitated knowing that I was not wearing any panties underneath this trench coat. My hand paused on the belt at my waist as I stroked it between my fingers. Heavy footsteps approached and stopped in front of me.
    “Is there an issue, Ashley? Do not make me repeat myself. I will not make the request more than once. You will not like the consequences,” he hissed at me. With shaky fingers, I untied the belt at my waist and slipped the jacket off of my shoulders to let it fall to the floor. My first instinct was to bring my hands in front of my body to block my vagina from being exposed, only that was short lived by Knox’s next command.
    “From now on, every time you enter this room you will assume the standard greeting position. Hands behind your back and spread your legs out past your hip width.” I did his bidding, not wanting to get another verbal beating from him. I felt the cool air of the room hit my sex as I spread my legs out. I felt so raw and exposed and my desire to rip the blindfold off of my face and run out of the room was growing by the minute, but that was what the old Ashley would have done. Instead, I kept my feet firmly planted to the ground, determined to fight my sub-conscience that was threatening to overtake my thoughts, telling me to run.
    I will go through with this .
    “Standing directly in front of you will be your trainer. Do not remove your blindfold. You must first learn to trust your trainer. What better way to do that than to take away one of your senses? By taking away your sight, we are heightening your other senses. Hearing and touch will be more sensitive and allow you to feel and hear things differently than you would if you had your sight. First, you will be fitted with your submissive in training necklace. This necklace lets everyone in the club know that you are in training and are not permitted to be involved in any forms of play while in training with anyone other than your trainer.”
    I felt someone approach me from behind and a hard body pressed up against mine, causing a tingling sensation to ripple down my spine. He didn’t say a word as he draped a necklace on my chest allowing his fingers to brush my collar bones as he brought the clasp up around my neck. Goosebumps protruded from my skin as I felt him press his nose into my hair and inhale deeply before he abruptly stepped away. Instantly, my backside was left feeling cold at the loss of his warmth. I felt scared, nervous and…turned on. How was that possible? I didn’t even know this man touching me. Closing my eyes behind the blindfold, I allowed my thoughts to imagine that it was Dominic touching me, that it was he who was going to take me to places I had never been before.
    “Our first lesson will be a lesson of trust. In a dominant/submissive relationship, trust and respect are the two key ingredients in making the relationship successful. As a sub, you must learn that your Dominant will take care of you and not push you further than you are able to go in a scene. Trainers, take your sub to the crosses.”
    My awareness was instantly snapped to attention. Did he just say crosses? As in the St. Andrew’s cross?
    I felt my palms