Golden Mask - Mysterious Room

Four months earlier...

We continued to communicate online, and I began to explore my boundaries and reveal my deepest fantasies. But with each new session, I realized that my feelings were becoming deeper than just communication.
M. set a strict and unyielding condition for me: I must undergo a probationary period during which I must prove my unconditional devotion and readiness to become his absolutely submissive, strictly restrained property. This period, as he explained, was intended so that I could prepare for a new life, where my freedom would not just be limited, but practically reduced to zero, and my every step would be carefully controlled and subordinated to his will.
- But let me warn you, - he added with cold-blooded seriousness, - once you cross this line, there will be no turning back.
These words, full of warning, instead of frightening, only strengthened my resolve. Oddly enough, I heard a challenge in them that awakened in me a desire to prove that I was worthy of this role. I knew that the tests would be severe, but I was convinced that I could handle it. I am strong. I will endure. I will make M. proud of me.
With complete readiness and inner calm bordering on a stubborn challenge, I agreed to his terms.
From that moment on, my life changed beyond recognition, turning into a series of dizzying tests, as if I found myself on a crazy roller coaster, where it is impossible to predict the next turn. But I will tell you about this later...
First, the Master set clear rules for me:
Rule #1: When M. asks a question, a detailed, sincere and complete answer is required.
Rule #2: I strictly follow all of M.'s orders, regardless of their content. Without questions or hesitation.
Having accepted them, I felt incredible thrill and sexual excitement from the feeling of control over myself.
And now, after four long, exhausting months, filled with doubts, fears and hopes, I am here. At last the moment has come - I will see him, the man who will henceforth be my lord and master.
Now...
"Listen carefully, Suzanne," M. began, his voice stern but restrained, as if each word had a special weight. "Remember one of the most important rules. Every time we talk, and your hands are not occupied with anything, you must keep them behind your back. This is the basic position that you must know and always observe, unless I instruct you otherwise. Understood?"
"Yes... Sir..." Suzanne answered barely audibly, with noticeable submissiveness, trying to get used to a new, unfamiliar position for herself.
"Well done," M.'s voice softened slightly, as if approving of her efforts. "That's the right position. Get used to it and keep your hands like that until you hear other instructions."
Suzanne nodded silently, feeling the tension in the room give way to a thin shadow of satisfaction emanating from M.
"Suzanne, the bracelets I gave you look incredibly good on you," M. remarked, his gaze sliding over the graceful lines of the ankle and neck bracelets, decorated with BDSM pictograms. There was a mixture of admiration and authority in his voice.
"Thank you... sir," Suzanne replied, slightly embarrassed, but unable to hide the timid smile that lit up her face. "It was a completely unexpected, but... very special gift."
Her words sounded quiet, almost trembling, as if she had not yet fully realized what symbolism was hidden in this gift.