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She did think she was more than the occasional
hair-pulling and ass-slapping but she wasn’t sure if submitting to
anyone was something she wanted to do.
    “You look confused,” a male’s voice
whispered in her ear.
    Krista turned around and was met by a pair
of sparkling green eyes. His dark hair was wavy, and dared she
thought, wispy¸ by the overhead fan. She lightly inhaled and
was blessed by a scent of musk, earth, and just plain man .
    It was Master Scott.
    “H-h-hi,” Krista stammered and she held out
a shaky hand, which Scott promptly kissed it and lightly caressed
it. Krista thought she was about to faint.
    “Don’t be nervous, my dear,” his words
dripped from his voice like honey on a warm biscuit, “I won’t bite
unless you’re into that type of thing.”
    “H-h-huh?” Her voice was several octaves
higher.
    “Hello, Master Scott,” Erica kissed His lips
and Krista’s eyes widened as she saw how friendly that kiss really
was. She could’ve sworn she saw a little tongue action. Erica
pulled away and introduced the pair. “Master Scott, this is Krista.
She’s new to the Lifestyle and is trying to see if being a
submissive works for her.”
    “Oh really?” Scott’s green eyes gleamed at
Krista and she immediately blushed. “Do you have any
questions?”
    Krista’s throat became cottony dry. His gaze
was intense, yet comforting. She had a ton of questions and it
didn’t seem like there was enough time in the world to ask Him
everything she’d wanted to. “I don’t know where to begin.”
    “Allow me?” He held out His hand to her.
    Krista briefly looked at Erica and Ashley,
who emphatically nodded she should take His hand. Krista swallowed
her emotions and grabbed Master Scott’s hand. His hand was soft yet
He had a firm grip on hers, as if He secretly claimed her that
night.
    Maybe He did.
    “Please send a bottle to Room 7.” Scott said
to the bartender on their way.
    “You got it, Master Scott.” The bartender
nodded.
    Scott led them upstairs to a private corner
bedroom. It was dark with lighted candelabras on the walls and deep
hues like mahogany, burgundy, and wine. A four-post bed was front
and center and a long dresser stood across from it. At the foot of
the bed, was a chaise lounge. There were several ceiling-to-floor
length mirrors on each wall, for what Krista assumed, a bird’s eye
view for each position.
    “Make yourself comfortable,” Scott walked
over a stereo and began flipping through the stations before
landing on one that played Quiet Storm R&B.
    Krista removed her light sweater and sat at
a far corner in the room, taking it all in. Was she supposed to
approach him first? Was He? What did He want to be called?
    When Scott turned around, He merely smiled.
“You can come closer if you want. But if you prefer to stay there
in the dark, that’s fine, too.”
    Krista blushed at her naiveté. She briefly
licked her lips and walked over to Scott, who was sitting on the
chaise lounge. She sat at a comfortable distance to Him – not right
next to Him, but not far apart. Close enough where if He wanted to
kiss her, she wouldn’t fight it. “That’s better,” He purred.
    “So, what do I call You?” She asked. “I know
I can’t call you just Scott, but I’m not quite comfortable with the Master part.”
    “Sir,” He instructed, “it takes the away the
provocativeness of someone calling Me Master if they’re not ready
for it.”
    “Got it,” Krista nodded before she hastily
added, “Sir.”
    Scott smiled. Krista was warm and
refreshing. She reminded him a little of Mariana back home. “So
what brings you to the Dungeon?”
    “I’ve read about BDSM because that’s the hot
thing right now and I decided to explore.” Krista regretted her
words when she saw the small frown in his eyes. Maybe BDSM was a hot thing to her, but for Scott, it was clearly a way of
life.
    She cleared her throat and revised her
previous statement. “There are some parts of it that