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the opportunity to try to please you.”
    “Even if he is clumsy, and in turn ruins all my fantasies?”
    I frowned at that. It was a good question. I chose my words carefully. “It is very rare that any sexual reality can compare to a fantasy,” I began. “Even in the hands of a skilled Master, it is likely that the unfolding events won’t match up to what you visualized in your mind. That doesn’t mean the fantasy you have should lose its appeal – it just means the reality is going to be different. Not necessarily worse – just different.”
    “Hmmm,” Tabitha said. Clearly she wasn’t impressed with the advice I was giving her. “But –”
    “Ask yourself this,” I cut her off before she could continue. “Do you want to die not knowing?”
    There was a significant pause on the other end of the line. I filled the space, convinced Tabitha was seriously considering the question. “A fantasy is just that – an arousing imagined scene. You say you are curious about the BDSM lifestyle, and that you are intrigued by the idea of submitting. Don’t you want to seize the opportunity your husband is offering you to find out if this lifestyle is something that resonates deep within you, beyond the images you have only ever dreamed about? If you do, you may never have a better opportunity to explore submission,” I said. “What your husband is offering you is a safe, trusting way to experiment. Better those circumstances than with some stranger – or not at all, don’t you think?”
    “Yes,” Tabitha said softly but firmly.
    “Take the opportunity to talk to your man about the specific things that appeal to you, and then stay involved throughout the process,” I cautioned. “Don’t just tell him what turns you on and leave the rest up to him and his imagination. Most men in the situation your husband finds himself tend to come on too strong, too fast. They want to provide the perfect experience without understanding the basics. So take slow steps, and take them together,” I tried to put conviction into my voice. “Learn and earn trust, and understand that it’s a journey, not a destination.”
    “But I don’t understand,” Tabitha said in a wary breath.
    I did my best to explain. “Don’t try to create the ultimate experience the first time you experiment, Tabitha. The journey begins with small, simple steps. Hands clasped behind your back, rather than handcuffed to begin with, for example, or silk scarves as restraints before chains – that kind of thing. It’s about progressing together. In the process, you might just find that some of the fundamental experiences spark new and even more intense fantasies for you.”
    It was the best I could do. Tabitha thanked me and ended the call. I sat back in my chair a little deflated. I felt I should have done a better job with the call. April was watching me curiously.
    “Nicely done,” she said, not trying to conceal the trace of admiration in her voice. She was looking at me as though she had never really seen me before. “And kind of profound.”
    I arched an eyebrow. Before I had time to reflect, another woman’s voice came down the line.
    “Hello Jericho?”
    April cut in smoothly. “Hi Monique. Thanks for phoning through,” she said hurriedly. “Jericho is ready for your call.”
    “Hi, Monique. What can I do for you?”
    The caller’s voice was younger and her words ran together in a kind of sing-song way. “Do you think it’s okay to spank a submissive?” she asked in a rush.
    “Yes,” I said. “Under certain conditions.”
    “Such as?” The question sounded more like the defiant challenge of a feminist rather than the curious enquiry of someone fascinated by submission.
    “Well there are several,” I explained. “Firstly I would make the distinction between spanking and beating. No real man beats a woman. As a BDSM Master, my personal preference is never to use physical punishment with a submissive – however I don’t