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happen next. Was she supposed to tear all her clothes off, kneel at his feet and beg him to whip her?
    He seemed to sense her unease. ‘Don’t worry; it takes some getting used to,’ he said quietly.
    â€˜What do you want from me?’ she asked.
    â€˜The precise reverse of what you want from me. You have never had a master, have you, Andrea?’
    It was the first time he had used her name.
    â€˜No. I only... I only had dreams, fantasies...’
    â€˜Of course. The question is whether you want those fantasies to come true. That is only something you can answer for yourself. I have, how shall we put it, trained several women. You are very attractive. I would enjoy training you. I can arrange for you to be released from your work for a period of four weeks. You will come here to this house. There are only two conditions. First, you must obey without question. If you do not you will be sent away. If you do, at the end of the four weeks I will give you a choice.’
    â€˜What kind of a choice?’
    â€˜That will depend on your performance.’
    â€˜And the second condition?’
    Hawksworth sipped his brandy, his long fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass. ‘It is a test. A simple test. There is a stark difference between fantasy and reality. It is simply a waste of my time if the reality proves too... difficult, for you.’
    â€˜It won’t,’ Andrea said decisively. The tendrils of excitement were wrapping themselves around her heart. What she had wanted for so long was actually going to happen. She had found a real master.
    â€˜Good. Then shall we go?’
    She finished the brandy and got to her feet. Without a word Hawksworth led her through to the back of the house. They arrived at a small door at the end of a long corridor. He opened it.
    â€˜Go inside. Take off all your clothes apart from your panties. What size shoe do you take?’
    â€˜Five.’
    â€˜I will be back in five minutes.’
    The room was bare apart from a metal-framed single bed. Quickly, not wanting to allow herself to think too much about what she was doing, Andrea took her dress off and laid it neatly on the bed. She took off her shoes and her tights, and the black strapless bra she was wearing, then sat on the bed with her hands on her knees. She didn’t think she had ever felt so excited in her entire life.
    The door opened. ‘Please take your watch off too,’ Hawksworth said. He had changed into a heavy scarlet velvet robe, braided in gold thread. Andrea obeyed. He appeared hardly to glance at her body.
    â€˜Now follow me.’
    The room next door was the same size but quite different. It was carpeted in heavy black cord, which had also been used to line the walls and the ceiling, and even the back of the doors. Hanging from three wooden beams that traversed the ceiling were a selection of pulleys, chains, and leather straps. There was a metal frame in one corner, about the size of a double bed, and a number of metal rings on one wall clearly used to spread-eagle a victim in a standing position. But most frightening of all, there was a rack on the wall behind the door which held every conceivable type of instrument of flagellation, from riding crops to tawses, paddles and cat-o-nine-tails.
    Next to this rack was a large wooden cupboard, its double doors firmly closed.
    â€˜Put on those shoes.’
    There was a pair of white patent leather high heels in the middle of the floor. Andrea stepped into them. The heels were so high they pushed her feet into an almost vertical position.
    â€˜I want you to get out all the equipment I am going to use,’ Hawksworth said calmly. ‘In the cupboard. Do you understand?’
    â€˜Yes.’
    â€˜Good. We’ll start with a gag...’
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Chapter Three
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    â€˜So what happened?’
    It had been a mistake to tell Pam that she was having dinner with Charles Darrington Hawksworth.
    â€˜He offered