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“On the drive,” Anthony had continued, “Hans may ask you to do things that are out of your comfort zone. I hope you will find the courage to obey. It’s an excellent way to help you ease into a submissive mindset.”
That had sounded both ominous and thrilling to Hannah. In the end, she’d agreed to all his stipulations. If she was going to do this thing, she’d do it all the way.
She was glad to be going the very next day, as it wouldn’t give her achance to back out. She went online to hold her mail for her anticipated ten-day absence, paid any upcoming bills and tossed the few perishables in her fridge that wouldn’t last while she was gone.
Thank goodness she’d had Charlotte to keep her from bouncing off the walls with nerves, and to reassure her she was doing the right thing. She was grateful for her friend’s steadfast support and encouragement.
Just as she was climbing out of the shower, her cell phone dinged. Wrapping the towel around her body, she reached for the phone. It was a text message from Charlotte.
Good morning! Just checking in. You all packed and ready?
As ready as I’ll ever be!
You’ll be awesome! Keep me posted on how it’s going, okay? That is, if you have use of your cell phone.
That got Hannah’s attention.
What do you mean? Isn’t there reception up there?
I know the slave trainees don’t have access to their phones during training. Did you and Anthony discuss that?
No. Not yet. We’re going to hash out the details of my training when I get there.
Got it. Let me know either way, k? I plan to live vicariously through you!
Hannah had to smile at that. Talk about a turnabout. After a decade of unrequited longing for an authentic BDSM experience, nowshewas the one with this amazing opportunity. And it was in no small part thanks to her dear friend. She thumbed back:
Hopefully I won’t make a total fool of myself! Either way, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything you’ve done to help me get to this point. I love you, girlfriend.
I love you too! Now, quit texting and get yourself ready. You don’t want to be late for your slave girl debut. ?
Charlotte was right. Hans would be by to collect her in less than an hour and she hadn’t packed yet. Not that there was that much to pack. Just enough clothing for the stay, her toiletries and her laptop.
She made herself a quick cup of coffee and brought it with her back to the bathroom. She sipped it while she blow dried her hair and put on some makeup. If nothing else, this whole Enclave thing had finally jogged her out of her lethargy.
She packed several outfits in a large duffel bag, including some casual dresses, a skirt and blouse, a couple of pairs of pants and knit tops, some sandals and a pair of sneakers. She tossed in underwear and a couple of bras, including the sexy push-up bra with the pink lace.
The day was warm. For the drive up, she selected a pretty pink summer dress made of a soft, stretchy fabric that hugged her breasts, the flowing skirt stopping just above her knees. A pair of matching flats completed the outfit. As she regarded herself in her full-length mirror, she asked aloud, “Are you sure you know what you’re doing, HannahDavies?”
“No,” she replied to herself. “But when has that ever stopped me?”
She made her bed and washed out her coffee cup. She considered eating something, but she was way too nervous for food. Instead, she stepped out into the beautiful day to refill her hummingbird feeders. Returning to the house one last time, she grabbed her purse, duffel bag and laptop case and headed out the door.
She was just settling on the porch swing when a dark blue Audi sedan turned into her driveway. She jumped up, feeling like a little kid on her first day of sleep-away camp.
The car pulled to a stop. The trunk popped open and Hans exited the driver’s seat. He was dressed in all black, a pleasing contrast to his blue eyes and white-blond hair. “Good morning, Hannah,” he said in his slightly accented English as he walked toward her.
“Hey there, Hans. Good to see you again.” Hannah hoisted her bags over her shoulder and walked down the porch steps.
“Give me your things. I will put them in the trunk. You will please sit in the back seat for the drive.”
Okay, that was a little weird. It wasn’t like he was an Uber driver—they knew each other. But then Anthony’s words returned to her. The drive was her first step to “giving up control.” She would just go with it and stop second-guessing everything.
Hans was quiet as they drove out of Hannah’s neighborhood and through downtown Asheville. She was too nervous to make small talk and so contented herself with looking out the window as they headed toward the mountain road.
But once they had begun the ascent, Hans said in a conversational tone, “For the duration of the drive, you will address me as Sir and do as I say. Is this understood?”
Hannah felt hot and cold all at once. It was happening. Her training was starting already!
