Rosie stood nervously in front of a strange door in a strange hallway. There was nothing outwardly strange about them. It could have been any other apartment door in any other hallway, but the reason she was here was certainly strange.

She had taken it up on a whim. A single offer, coming to her from someone she had spoken too online but had never met in person. After years visiting a… strange… community online, speaking to people without seeing them, even making art for it, she had been offered a chance to actually try living it. The person’s name was Samantha, and they certainly had a lot of similar interests, but it was still frightening. She didn’t really know this person, did she? How well can you know someone you’ve never seen before? Do online meetings and relationships count the same as in person?

On top of that, she was here to play the sub. It was a role she she was always interested it but didn’t even discuss as much. Almost every discussion she had and every drawing she made had her playing dom. She knew this would be difficult, having to let someone take control of her for a change. Not only that, but the plan was meant to be a surprise. She had no idea what was in store for her, it was all Samantha’s decision. That was all part of it, and they had similar interests, but it was still frightening. She closed her eye and psyched herself. She could do this. Just turn off the dominant side, and let someone else take control. At least if it turned bad she could always ask for it to start.

Holding her breath, she knocked. The door was almost immediately answered by a tall, athletically built blond haired woman. Rosie, herself almost 6 feet tall, wasn’t used to having to look up at another woman. Rosie stared at the woman’s arms, hoping whatever the plan was didn’t involve a lot of spanking. This was definitely a woman who could make that hurt, and definitely one who would have no problem dominating over someone.

“Rosie?” the woman asked, and Rosie nodded. The woman dragged her in by the arm, closed the door and locked it. She looked Rosie over, examining her wavy brown hair and shorter, broad hipped build. She smiled and tapped her nose. “Hehe your just as cute as I expected,” she smacked Rosie on the butt, making her yelp. “Perfect for what I have planned.”

Rosie blushed over the treatment. It was… sudden, she thought. She tried to back up a bit, then mentally checked herself. She was here to play sub, she told herself. This was the sort of treatment she could expect. “Ummm… thanks. Are you Samantha?”

“Yes, that’s right dear. Good girl!” Samantha patted her head.

“Uhhh… thanks. So what are we going to do? Are we going to just start, or talk a bit first?” Rosie was trying still play the role of submissive while making sure the boundaries were kept.

“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll see soon enough.” Samantha began dragging her further into the apartment. Rosie’s instinct was to pull away, but she let herself be lead. They passed a well stocked kitchen, a cozy living room with several couches and a television, and went down a white walled hallway into a bedroom. The bedroom was large and spacious, with a queen sized bed, bookshelves, and paintings on all walls. Once they were there, Samantha turned Rosie to face her and examined her again. She looked at Rosie’s black jeans and button up shirt. “Hmmm… we will have to do something about those clothes. Far to mature, and the want-to-be rebellious look isn’t good for you.” Rosie gaped at her and couldn’t respond. Instead, she was pushed onto the bed. “Now, wait here a moment little one. I need to get some things ready.”