Golden Cage-Wedding Night

Maid Mei extended her hand to Isabella with graceful elegance.
"I am truly pleased to meet you, Mrs. Sanders," her voice was soft, but there was a barely perceptible note of hidden severity in it.
"You are a stunningly beautiful girl. From now on, I will be your maid and governess and will surround you with tender care and help you adapt to your new way of life. I am well aware of the new rules established by Mr. Sanders and will monitor their observance with particular strictness, I sincerely hope that you will show diligence, obedience and impeccable discipline, as befits a true lady."
Mei smiled a polite, almost professional smile, behind which Isabella caught something alarming and cold.
Isabella seemed to find herself in a strange, foggy dream. She stared at Mei, stunned and confused, her eyes wide and confused, trying to comprehend what was going on here. What kind of diligence and discipline were they talking about?
A shiver ran down Isabella's spine, like a cold wind had touched her skin, and she froze for a moment. Anxiety and tension were mixed inside her, but what scared her most was the feeling of strange pleasure piercing her mind. It felt wrong, like her soul was being pulled into an unknown dark abyss, but she could not find the words to deny it.

Because, deep down, she had thought about this more than once - about the possibility of submission, about what it would be like to be completely at the mercy of another. Sometimes, when Kaidan bound her body, images of helplessness flashed through her mind, like a desired dream. Something primal and forbidden drew her to a place where control was completely lost, and this fear was mixed with an exciting feeling of pleasure that she was ashamed to admit even to herself.