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forward, my hands at my sides, waiting for him to come in.
    It was so quiet in the house that I could hear my own heart beating. I waited for what seemed like forever, but shortly, he emerged. A black leather mask was over his face. Only his eyes and lips were visible.
    I was so taken by the mask that I almost forgot one of the rules.
    You are to kneel when he enters a room. And you must ask, “how may I serve you, Sir?”
    “Hello, Sir. How may I serve you?” I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I was on my knees, naked and making sure to make eye contact with him. That was what all of the instructions said.
    “Good,” was his only reply. As he stared at me, I noticed that his clothes were entirely black, from the mask down to his shoes. It was like he was some kind of sexual executioner.
    “I have many ways for you to serve me. Are you ready?”
    This must have been a trick question. There was only one answer that I was allowed to give, according to the rules.
    “Yes, Sir, I am ready,” I repeated without any sarcasm or sass.
    According to the rules, the word “no” didn’t exist for me anymore.

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    “B eing a Dom is really about submission.”
    I wasn’t sure about that, as I was tied up and felt pretty damn helpless compared to him. What was he submitting to? I was the one with my arms tied behind my back. He could easily say that because his feet were not bound, and his mouth was not gagged.
    My pussy lips spread open as my legs were tied in opposite directions. I was laying on some kind of chair in a room of his that looked like something out of a medieval times movie.
    I was turned on by this; I always wanted to be taken and tied up. It was a secret fantasy of mine that I thought would never come true. Something excited me about someone doing something to me that I had no control over. Without my hands to touch or guide him, it would be completely up to Kyle’s discretion, and right now, he was giving me a speech.
    “I must have more care for you, and my thoughts must be greater about what we are going to do—especially since I am training you.” He held a whip in his hand; a South African whip, to be exact. Part of my research was to know the tools of the trade. All of this was no problem, but what frightened me was the list.
    It was a list of the five things that scared me—the given things that he may or may not do to me, and the five things that I must accept if they are done.
    I tried to steady my breathing, feeling constricted from the ropes, but my clit was tingling in anticipation.
    “Now, let’s get started,” he said, slapping my legs with the South African bull whip, a long stick that looked to be made of leather. Pain radiated through my legs and up to my sex. Who knew pain could feel so good? My cunt throbbed. I was hoping he would feel my sex and give it some kind of relief.
    But this wasn’t about me, it was about him. I thought about his pleasure as I let out screams through my ball-gagged mouth.
    “This part is what I call deepness training.” I wasn’t sure what that meant, but he turned around, going to a dresser in the room that I was sure had to be filled with pleasure- and pain-inducing items.
    I felt wetness first. Looking down, Kyle was pouring clear lube over my pussy and my ass. I tried not to squirm under the coldness of the liquid. He might see that as insubordination, and I would get another lashing.
    Shit... I couldn’t believe how many things I’d picked up over the week. It was almost as if I were a natural at this.
    From his arms came the tools, and one in particular sent chills up my spine.
    “This was on your list of fears. Is that correct?” Kyle asked, holding the rubber instrument in his hand. A clear rubber butt plug was its official name.
    “I think it’s time that I turn off the lights—for you, my dear.”
    A black scarf covered my eyes, and he tied it tightly around my head.
    I could see nothing, not even a silhouette of him, and that’s