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thought she’d ever have to answer. In fact, before today she hadn’t known some of these kinks existed. A couple she had to look up on her cell phone’s web browser.
    She didn’t get off on pain and doubted she could handle anything more intense than the spanking she’d received earlier. Still, she marked light beatings as a soft limit, figuring she may be able to tolerate items that didn’t create too much pain.
    Age play and humiliation were definitely hard limits for her, as well as anything to do with bodily fluids.
    Then there were the other questions. The ones that made her heart beat a little faster and her breathing quicken. Bondage. Sensation play. Some of the role play. Multiple partners.
    And most confusing, public sex.
    It was difficult enough to wear lingerie and corsets in public, but nudity? Although she’d been fighting the urges to expose herself since as long as she could remember, she didn’t even undress in a locker room. Too self-conscious about her weight, she preferred the privacy of the bathroom stall.
    But she couldn’t deny her pussy grew wet at the idea of others watching her have sex. Her entire body tightened, and, now lying on her stomach, she realized she was grinding her pelvis into the mattress. With a bit of apprehension, she checked “yes” to several of the items on the list, including multiple partners and public sex.
    Chewing on the pencil’s eraser, she continued answering the questions until there was a knock on her door. She quickly sat up and swallowed hard. “Come in.”
    Gracie sauntered into the room, this time wearing a white plastic-looking tube top and matching skirt that barely covered her ass. In fact, if she bent over, Danielle would see more than she wanted. She bounced on the balls of her feet, her long ponytail swishing back and forth. “Master Cole has asked me to bring you to the dungeon tonight.”
    â€œI thought I had to wait for my first safety class.”
    â€œYes, that’s generally the rule, but it’s not my role to question Master Cole’s orders. If you’re hungry, we can join the other slaves in the dining room for dinner; otherwise, I brought a sandwich, candy bar, and bottled water for you.” She held out a little brown lunch bag. “I’ll help you get dressed, and we can go downstairs to the basement before it gets too crowded. The first time in a sex club can be a tad overwhelming.”
    Honestly, she’d hoped to have a quiet dinner and get a night’s sleep before her first experience in the dungeon of Benediction, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t curious. She snatched the bag from Gracie’s outstretched hand. “What do I wear?”
    Gracie squealed and jumped up and down, clapping. “What you’re wearing now is perfect. I’ll do your hair and makeup while you eat.”
    She sat on the edge of the bed. A strange feeling came over her, like she had a lump in her throat. Without her mom or close girlfriends, she hadn’t had anyone to share these kinds of activities.
    â€œWe’re going to have so much fun tonight.” Gracie hopped on the bed, settling behind Danielle. “I’m not sure where to take you first.”
    As Gracie began brushing her hair, Danielle unwrapped the turkey sandwich and nibbled on it, watching Gracie in the mirror. “I was surprised when I got here. Benediction looks like any other home.”
    â€œFor the most part, it is. Only we have safeguards to limit access. Members use key cards to pass through the gates, and we have a greeter at the front door—run by yours truly most of the time—where we check coats and verify member identification before allowing them beyond the entryway.” Gracie took out a rubber band from only God knows where and pulled Danielle’s hair off her face.
    â€œWhat goes on upstairs?”
    Apparently finished with Danielle’s