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and have anal sex. I will be undergoing orgasm denial, orgasm torture, and various types of deprivation. I have no idea what that means, but I’m sure I’ll find out. While we work together, I’m to call him “Sir,” and when we’re scening together, I’m to call him “Master;” that’s easy enough. We will use every piece of equipment in the house, and he’ll also be using all kinds of toys on me. That should be interesting. Mattel and Fisher-Price come to mind, but I’m pretty sure they don’t make these kinds of toys.
    “So at which of these times will we be having sex?” I ask. I want to be prepared.
    “For any of these training sessions, if you have a clitoral orgasm, you’ll want to have sex. Otherwise, it’s at my discretion.”
    “I’m trusting you to be discreet. Sir.” Dave smiles, and I feel better about the whole thing.
    “And I’ll be training your body to come on command.”
    “I’ll already be there,” I say, confused.
    “No, come.” Then it sinks in and I know what he means.
    “On command?” That sounds impossible.
    “Yes. You’ll hear my voice and you’ll immediately get aroused and wet. And when I tell you to, you’ll come, have an orgasm. It’ll take a while, but you’ll get there. Then the trick will be to transfer that ability to a Dom when you take one.”
    “You mean when he takes me, right?”
    “Different clubs and Doms do it different ways. Some have the sub offer the collar. We typically have the Dom offer it. There will be a ceremony, and the sub stands and is offered for collaring. If a Dom thinks he can be the one she needs, he’ll come forward and offer to collar her. She can choose to accept or decline. If she accepts, he’ll offer her his collar. Usually, if the sub thinks he can be the Dom she needs, she’ll accept it.” Dave smiles. I have to wonder if he ever had a long-term sub.
    “But doesn’t love have anything to do with it?” It seems to me that it should.
    “It doesn’t have to, little one. But it’s wonderful when it does.”
    Then I think of something else. “Why were you in that bar? I mean, you have a nice one here? Why were you there the other night?”
    He gives me a little grin. “I have no idea. I was just walking by on my way from the bank and I thought it looked like an interesting little place. Turned out to be very interesting!”
    I stop for a second and look into his face. “Dave, why are you doing this? Why would you waste all this time on me?”
    He smiles and puts a hand on my cheek. “Any time I spend with you won’t be wasted. When I saw you at the bar, I knew you were a born submissive, could just tell. You aren’t boring – you were just waiting for someone to take the reins and challenge you. You’re a diamond in the rough when it comes to your skills. But I don’t think it’ll take much to turn you into a sub any Dom would be proud to collar.” When a tear forms in my eye, he says, “I don’t think you have any idea how special you are.”
    He’s right. I sure don’t. And I think he’s crazy for thinking that, but I like to hear him say it anyway.

    I see the chestnut-haired Dom standing across the room by the bar when I come out of the private room where Dave and I had been meeting. Before I left, Dave told me to lie down on the bed and spread my legs so he could have a look at me. I felt like I was in the gynecologist’s office. He opened my folds with his fingers, gave my clit a few strokes, then pumped a finger into me a couple of times. He brushed his hands along my skin, pulled down the straps of my bra, then the cups, and toyed with my nipples for a minute. It was turning me on and I was almost hoping he’d offer to have sex with me, but he didn’t. Instead, he said, “You look great. I’ll enjoy working with you,” then helped me up off the bed and slapped me on the ass as I walked out the door. “Tomorrow night. Don’t be late.” I nodded, then came out here. And that’s when I