The hotel room smelled of lavender and something else—expectation, maybe. Lori sat on the edge of the plush king bed, her fingers tracing the seam of her latex corset. She'd worn it for Molly, hoping the woman who'd promised to unlock something new would appreciate the craftsmanship. Instead, the door clicked open to reveal not just Molly but a man—a mountain of a man, all muscle and dark skin wrapped in a simple black t-shirt.

Molly: "Lori, meet Frank. He's my submissive for the evening."

Frank: "Evening." His voice was deep, a low rumble that vibrated through Lori's chest.

Lori: "I—I thought this was just us."

Molly: "Oh, it is. But Frank needed a lesson in surrender, and you... you need to learn what power feels like in your hands. Both of you, kneel."

Frank dropped without hesitation, his massive frame folding onto the carpet with a soft thud. Lori hesitated, her heart hammering. Molly's gaze was steel, unwavering.

Molly: "Now, Lori."

Slowly, Lori slid off the bed and knelt beside him. The carpet was rough against her knees. She could feel the heat radiating from Frank's body, smell the soap on his skin. Molly circled them like a predator, her heels clicking against the floor.

Molly: "Tonight, we're going to explore trust. Frank, you will obey Lori as you obey me. Lori, you will learn to command. Understand?"

Frank: "Yes, Mistress."

Lori: "Yes... Mistress." The word tasted strange on her tongue, but not unpleasant.