Chapter 19 Security word

People forget to scream when they are extremely excited.
The heart took away all the blood in the body and burst into a "bang" sound excitedly.
Grace's body changes from normal temperature to sudden cold and then heats up endlessly.
Obviously, she had just taken a shower and the air conditioner was on in the room, but Grace's back was covered with sweat.
She carefully read the message her master had just sent again, word by word, to make sure that he was asking herself if she wanted offline training.
Grace: I'd like to see you, too, master.
The confirmation message will be answered the next second, and Grace can finally relax and listen to his heartbeat.
The cold air of the air conditioner was released at this moment, blowing through her sweat, causing a burst of fine goose bumps.
Grace quickly got into the quilt to prevent himself from catching cold.
But...
The master should know that she is in Melbourne now?
Grace: master, are you in Melbourne?
C: yes.
Grace: are you here on business?
C: sorry Grace, it's not convenient for me to answer this question.
Grace whispered and found that he should not ask.
Grace: I'm sorry, master. I shouldn't have asked.
C: it's not your fault. You can ask, or I don't have to answer. The same applies to you. You don't have to answer questions you don't want to answer.
Grace buried his smile in the quilt.
Grace: when would you like to meet?
C: how about nine o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow?
Grace: yes, but is the host busy this afternoon?
C: why do you ask?
Grace: because the general practice will be in the afternoon or evening.
C: I see, but I hope to spend the whole day with you, Grace.
Grace's throat was burning dry and her cheeks were flushed like ripe berries.
Grace: Very well, master, Grace would be delighted to spend the entire day with you.
Note: The translation provided is a simplified version to maintain clarity and fluency in English.
Grace's throat was starting to dry up, her cheeks flushed as ripe berries.
Grace: I also want to spend a whole day with my master.
C: Can we meet at my private apartment? The address is Sky Tower 1806.
Without hesitation, Grace replied: Sure.
But she immediately opened Google Maps to search and found that it was a high-rise building in the downtown area. It was not close to her. She was about to see how to get there when another message from C came in.
C: I will have a driver come to your hotel to pick you up at 8:30 in the morning. Please send me your hotel address, Grace.
Grace sent the hotel address.
As she was about to meet her master for the first time, Grace's heart was filled with curiosity. From now on, every word the master said would slowly unveil his true identity.
He had a private apartment in Melbourne, and even a driver.
Grace couldn't remember ever meeting someone so wealthy, but perhaps it was because she couldn't remember that she had never figured out who her master really was.
But in reality, Grace had long given up trying to figure out who her master was. She trusted her master and if he wasn't ready to reveal himself, she didn't want to dig into it.
As Grace pondered, another message from the master came in.
C: Although it's a private residence, each floor has a reception desk and security. The corridors are monitored by cameras in real time, and the security is no less than that of a hotel. For the first offline training, you should have been able to choose the hotel, but, Grace, forgive me for being selfish. I still hope our first time can happen in a beautiful, comfortable, and private place.
These words warmed Grace's heart, making her feel much sweeter caramel syrup flow.
The master said "our first time."
Her nose tingled slightly.
Grace: Grace fully trusts her master.
She knew how ridiculous it was to trust a connection established online, but the more ridiculous it seemed, the more different it felt to Grace.
Perhaps every sub who had been deceived also felt the same way. Grace knew she was a bit ridiculous too.
C: Grace, thank you for trusting me.
Grace's eyes welled up.
C: Now let me tell you a few things before we meet.
Grace: Please go ahead.
C: I haven't decided to let you know who I am yet, so the first requirement for our meeting is that you need to keep your eyes covered from start to finish.
Grace didn't think it was a big deal.
Grace: Okay, master.
C: I won't speak either, for the same reason as above.
Grace: Okay, master. But if you don't speak, how will I know what you mean?
C: Hands and palms can convey my meaning for me.
Through the screen, Grace's breath became heavy and hot.
That's right, t. There was no need to rely on words.
When he wanted to stop her, he just needed to give her a sharp slap, and she would understand.
When he wanted her to do something, he just needed to use...
His hand to lead her.
Lead her by the hand.
How can the imagination of silent training be even more anticipated than verbal training?
Grace kicked off the covers, and her fingers explored beneath her body, unsurprisingly finding it wet.
Just listening to the Master's words was already overwhelmingtoo much for her.
Her menstrual cycle was expected to arrive in a week, which was the time when her sexual desire was at its peak.
C: Grace, you need a safe word. A word that can break the atmosphere and bring me back to calm. But this word needs to come from you, because you need to think of this word immediately when your body can't bear it anymore.
Grace's fingers rubbed the screen a few times.
Grace: Red Velvet.
C: Do you mind if I ask about the origin of this word?
Grace: I don't mind. This is the origin of my English name. You may not know, but my English name is Grace. However, this is not my original name, but one I secretly changed for myself in college. Grace, it comes from red velvet, because I touched that kind of fabric that I had never touched before. It was softer than any fabric I had worn or used before. Because everyone said this fabric was more expensive than ordinary fabric, and the clothes made from this fabric were very beautiful, I used the words "velvet." But I didn't want to really become a type of fabric, so it eventually became "Grace."
Grace earnestly, cautiously, and seamlessly delivered this paragraph.
She had never mentioned to anyone why she was called by this name now.
Her family strongly disapproved of her name change and even scoffed at it, so naturally, they would not ask about the origin of her name. During her college years, she was focused on her studies and had few friends. When she came to Italy, she mostly called herself Grace.
In fact, she had changed this name for many years, but when she explained it to someone for the first time, the answer was deeply engraved in her heart. It didn't require thinking or organizing, only copying and rearranging her thoughts.
C said: Grace, I like this name.
Tears unexpectedly fell from Grace's eyes onto the phone screen. The transparent droplet magnified her Master's "liking," and Grace couldn't wait to see him.
C: One last important question.
Grace: Master, please ask.
C: How far are you willing to go? Touching, spanking, using only hands or tools, finger insertion, genital insertion, oral sex, anal plugs... I need an answer.
Grace held her breath.
Touching, she couldn't be sure what kind of feeling it would bring. Disgust or pleasure? Anal plugs, she hadn't tried.
Spanking, she could do. But sometimes she didn't like the cold tools.
Grace liked the feeling of a powerful hand slapping her buttocks, a hand that was broad, warm, carrying her Master's presence, and intimately connected to her body.
Tools were cold, and the Master wouldn't put her on his lap, but would stand next to her, making her feel helpless.
Finger insertion? Grace liked finger insertion. But everything that hadn't happened yet...
SheI can't predict what the current situation will be like.
Even though she trusts her master immensely, the power of reality often exceeds her current imagination when she truly touches her master.
Not to mention inserting genitals, she has no way to give an answer right now.
After a long silence, C sent another message.
C: You need to answer whether or not you accept these answers in practice, right?
The master is always insight into her mindset.
Grace immediately picked up her phone to reply.
Grace: Yes... Master. I can't imagine the acceptance in practice right now. But, I don't really like using tools to spank.
C: Understood. You prefer using bare hands to spank, not fond of tools. As for others, including finger or genital insertion, you need to decide based on the situation.
Grace: Yes, Master.
C: I will start from the basics and pause at each step, waiting for you to say "can" or "cannot". The first offline training session will not involve genital insertion or oral play. In that situation, you might be forced to agree with my requests. So, at least after the first time is over, when you have returned to your private space to ponder carefully, I will ask you again.
Grace was almost moved to tears.
Why is the master so good?
Respect is mutual, s. She agrees to blindfold herself and respects the master's decision. The master will also respect all her preferences.
She quickly replied to the message.
Grace: Thank you, Master. I'm really looking forward to meeting you [heart].
At the end of the message, she cautiously added a modest, small, but heartfelt red heart.
C: Grace, believe me, I am also looking forward to it-
Caesar closed the chat interface and made a call to his assistant.
"Come to my suite and take two suits to the dry cleaners."
"Also, please pay extra attention to remove all smells from the clothes."---
Hehe, drooling.