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cluster of stones that form a heart, and the heart is also filled in with stones. It’s gorgeous. It even has a stone-encrusted gold padlock, and the keys for it have a heart-shaped cutout for the key ring to run through. She sees me staring at it and takes it out of the case.
    “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she sighs, and I can tell she’s wishing she had someone to give it to her.
    “They’re not real, are they?”
    “They absolutely are.” She turns the price tag over and I start to laugh.
    “Might as well put that back. It won’t be on my neck anytime soon.”
    “Yeah, but put it on and see how it looks! I haven’t had the balls to.” She pulls a mirror on a stand over to me, then takes the collar out of the case and hands it to me.
    I’m afraid of bending it out of shape, but it’s hinged. It’s much lighter-weight than it looks. I put it on, push it together in the back, and lean over to the mirror.
    I went the extra mile with my hair and makeup this morning because I wanted to look good this evening. When I look in the mirror, I can’t believe my eyes. I look . . .
    Beautiful?
    I look like a princess. It’s amazing. My eyes start to tear, and the girl says, “Oh my god, you look stunning in that! You’re kind of glowing!” I can’t help it; I start to cry outright. Would any man ever see what I just saw in that mirror? Or will they just see a middle-aged woman who’s boring, and tedious, and uninteresting?
    I take the collar off, thank her, and hurry out of the store. I’m going home, and I’ll get ready and go to the club. Maybe one of the guys there will ask me to play.

    “Well, don’t you look lovely?” Dave says in greeting when I get to the club. “Looks like you went shopping!”
    “Yeah! Like it?” I twirl for him in the cute little skirt and the purple bra-thing. The purple shoes look nice with it.
    “Yeah, just one problem.” He takes me by the elbow and leads me back to the locker room area, then points through the doorway. “Underwear.”
    “I put on my best ones . . .”
    “Not allowed. Take them off. Then come back out to the bar. I’ll be waiting.” He turns and walks away without another word.
    I drag myself into the locker room and pull off my panties. Trying to figure out what to do with them, I stuff them in my purse and my purse in a locker, and use the combination lock I brought with me to secure it all. When I go back out to the bar, I feel like everyone in the place can tell I don’t have on any underwear. Then I realize that the other women most likely aren’t wearing any either. At the bar, Dave doesn’t say anything. He just motions for me to turn around backward. Once my back is to him, he reaches down and pulls up my skirt, right there at the bar. Before I can protest, he drops it and says, “Better. Now, we need to sit down and go over this training schedule.”
    His hand grabs mine and he leads me over to a leather sofa. Instead of sitting, I just stand there, not sure what to do but pretty sure nobody wants my bare ass sitting on the sofa. Quick as a wink, he says, “Sorry!” and reaches over to a table next to the sofa. There’s a stack of towels there, and he drapes one onto the sofa, then motions for me to sit. Problem solved. Apparently that’s pretty common around here too.
    “You need to know that there’s really no such thing as ‘training’ a sub. Each Dom has his own likes and expectations, so they pretty much do their own training once you’ve got a contract. This is just a manner of introducing you to the lifestyle and letting you become accustomed to the most common things a Dom will expect. That way you can kind of determine if this is really something you want. So here’s what I came up with.”
    We look over the schedule. Apparently under his tutelage I’m expected to learn to give oral sex, get oral sex, comply with various types of bondage and discipline, use sensory perception while blindfolded, follow orders,