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course in there. The next room he showed us was the dining room,
which looked like a typical resort restaurant. Master Neil informed
us that the master chef was available at all times to prepare
whatever our hearts desired within healthy limitations. “A healthy
body produces a healthy mind,” he added before moving on to show us
the fitness center and indoor pool that we were allowed to use
during our off time. There was also a laundry facility and day spa
on the premises.
    The next room he showed us was the one I had
been anticipating since arriving, the dreaded dungeon. Inside, the
set up was far more impressive than what Jack had in his mansion. I
was certain that if there was a device created for restraining
someone or inflicting pain on them, it could be found in this room.
From a spanking bench to a St. Andrew's Cross, the room was
jam-packed with furniture. Manacles hung from the ceiling with
chains that ran to the walls where wenches could be used to raise
or lower the victim. It was a bit extravagant, but I would have
expected nothing less from a BDSM school.
    “This is our dungeon,” Master Neil explained,
as if it wasn't obvious. “We'll be doing most of our hands-on
training in here.”
    The familiar knot twisted itself in my
stomach. Hands-on training. That meant they would eventually end up
getting physical with me. Perhaps even Master Neil. It was a
sickening thought.
    The final room he showed us was a small
windowless room that only had three chairs and a restraining table
in it. For some reason, it made me feel claustrophobic, and I
instantly disliked the room.
    “Some of you will also get hands-on training
in here as well,” Master Neil told us before leading us back to the
classroom. “Sit wherever you like and begin filling out the
questionnaire that's been provided,” he indicated to the stacks of
papers that were placed on every desk, despite there only being
four of us. “I'll return in about an hour to collect them from you
and start the video.”
    Everyone seemed eager to learn, filling up
the front row. I took the seat closest to the door, in case I had
thoughts of making my grand escape, not that I actually would.
Where could I possibly escape to in the middle of nowhere? Liam. I
could always call Liam, I told myself as I stared off into
space.
    “I'm Mary,” the older lady sitting next to me
introduced herself, breaking me from my thoughts.
    “Oh, hello. I'm Melita.” I smiled at her,
though I knew I had probably failed to make it look genuine. It
wasn't that I wasn't happy to meet her; it was just my overwhelming
nerves hampering my social skills.
    “This is exciting, isn't it?” Her large brown
eyes had a sparkle in them.
    “I suppose.” I looked back down to my
questionnaire, grasping the provided pencil in hand to begin
filling it out.
    The packet was thick, and as I skimmed
through it, I realized that it would, in fact, take an hour to
complete. I did my best to stifle an annoyed sigh before jotting my
name, age, and the date on the top line. After I had filled out the
basics, I scanned down to question number one.
    The first page appeared to be all medical
related questions. It asked about medical conditions, psychological
conditions, any medications that I was taking, and if I was a drug
user.
    The next page got into the grittier stuff,
such as my level of sexual experience and experience with BDSM. I
answered “none” to both questions. Then it asked about my level of
interest in various activities. The list itself went on for seven
pages, and I was certain it encompassed every sexual thing any
person on the face of the entire planet had ever come up with. Some
were absolutely repulsive, like forced bed wetting and being used
as someone's toilet. I was supposed to put a number between zero
and five next to each act to indicate how willing I was to try it.
Most of the stuff seemed absolutely horrible. Things like
asphyxiation and needle play, I knew I would never want