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head to make it easier to padlock it in place.
    “Tonight you will do three sets.”
    That was two less than normal. She wondered why he was expecting less. She gave him a quizzical look and he explained.
    “I promised you a beating with our paddle. I don’t want you too tired to enjoy it.”
    She liked the way he thought!
    Nick always watched her practice. It was a double edged sword. He knew what it should look like and could help her get it right, but she only wanted him to see the perfected presentation. She didn’t like him seeing her all clumsy and out of shape.
    “At the club, you’ll be barefoot. After you complete one full rotation, remove your shoes and practice without them.” He scrutinized her every move. “You’re improving. Your movements are smoother than yesterday.”
    His praise made her feel that each strained, sore muscle was worth it. She felt her movements were more controlled. The last few inches were the hardest. Most times she ended up just dropping onto the mat instead of gently placing her knees down. Each sudden impact sent the pearl globes sliding along the clamp stanchions.
    If it hadn’t meant so much to her, she might’ve considered foregoing the practice and just enjoyed the jangle each time she dropped. Instead, each sharp zing through her clit reminded her how much more training she still needed before her trip to the club.
    “Present your breasts to your Dom.” Nick pulled her from her thoughts. He always seemed to know when she was drifting or her focus shifted.
    Her palms rested on her ribs as she used her fingers to push her breasts up and away from her body. “Good girl.” He pinched and tweaked her nipples until her head tipped back and her breathing was shallow. “Are they tender from the banding?”
    Laura shrugged her shoulders and tipped her head to the side. She showed him her thumb and index finger about a half and inch apart.
    “A little?”
    She nodded in agreement.
    “Are you ready to increase the intensity?”
    Laura hated when Nick asked her to make the decisions. At work, her entire day was spent making one decision after another. This one, however, she was happy to make. She shook her head no. She liked their new found sensitivity. Drying off from the shower caused a delicious stir. The silky fabric of her bra rubbing against her nipples sent Morse code messages down to her clit. She didn’t want to risk overdoing it and move from pleasure to real pain.
    “We’ll keep the routine as it is for a few more days then.” He swiped his finger along her clit. She was pretty sure he was checking her circulation not just being a bastard by taking her closer to the orgasm he refused to give her.
    By the end of the second set, her legs were in a steady groove, allowing her to focus on the swinging globes. She worked hard to keep her movements fluid. Laura found the gentle sliding of the adornments along the stanchions was so much more pleasurable than the jarring sensation she received when gravity pulled her down onto the mat.
    “I get so fucking hot watching you practice for me. Have you learned your lesson, Angel? Are you ready for me to remove the gag?”
    She shook her head, wondering what she’d done to disappoint him. Why would he want to take it off her?
    “Good girl. You’ve pleased me by taking your discipline without complaint.”
    His praise made her happy. Had he been testing her?
    “Last set, then we can get down to business.”
    She nodded, hoping by business he meant her orgasm. Coming was no longer a desire, or want. No, it was an absolute necessity. Without it, her body might very well explode. Every nerve ending felt hotwired, tingly and super sensitive.
    Her legs were beginning to tremble and her quads were complaining. For the last set, she turned to face the wall of mirrors. She usually avoided anything that would cast her reflection. Her eyes always latched onto her flaws and refused to see anything else. Still, she wanted to see if