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handed over the key to their chest. Alison placed the key in the pocket of her robe and leaned over him, placing the collar around his neck. It looked horribly out of place on him. Aaron swallowed loud enough for her to hear, and she worked on the buckle, making sure to leave enough space between the leather and his skin to fit two fingers.
    “Come, sub,” Alison growled, attaching the leash to his collar. She still didn’t feel right when the words passed over her lips, but every name she could’ve used on him would have felt just as foreign as the one before it. ‘Sub’ would have to do. “You will walk two paces behind me,” she continued, pulling on the leash to indicate he should stand. “No more, and no less.”
    “Yes, my Domme,” Aaron said, his voice so low she could barely hear it.
    “Speak up when you talk to me.”
    “Yes, my Domme,” Aaron said again, a little louder than before.
    Wrapping the excess leash around her one hand, Alison led him to their room, the key in her pocket feeling as though it were dragging on the ground, holding her back. You’re imagining things, Alison growled under her breath. It’s just for one night.
    “You will tell me if something hurts,” Alison said as they entered the room. It wasn’t a question. She closed the door behind him. “Understood?”
    “Yes, Mistress,” came Aaron’s submissive voice.
    It didn’t sound right on him. It wasn’t husky at all and sounded more timid than anything else. Cautious. And the name he used grated on her nerves. He’s just as uncertain about this as I am. But if that was true, why had he insisted on their switching roles in the first place? To appreciate one another, Alison reminded herself. Aaron wanted a small glimpse of the life she lived from her position to better understand his sub. He was always looking out for her, so wanting to take part as a sub made complete sense.
    Alison glared at his fully clothed body and contemplated the prospect of disrobing him. She shook her head. The less he looked like her Dom, the man she knew and loved, the better. He could leave most of his clothing on. But his pants… Those had to go. That much she was certain of.
    “Remove your pants,” Alison ordered, releasing the leash as she turned away from him.
    She retrieved the key from her pocket and unlocked the chest, her breath catching in the back of her throat. She’d never studied the full contents of the chest before, and by the looks of it, this was the first time her Dom had decided to become the sub. She ignored the growing anxiety in her stomach, along with the possibility of her being the one to break him in. She didn’t want him to be disobedient, but she didn’t want him to submit either.
    What if their switch in roles caused him to hesitate later on? What if he liked it more than being a Dom? Don’t you think he has the same concerns about you? Alison bit at her bottom lip, deep in thought. She almost jumped out of her skin when Aaron cleared his throat, still standing near the doorway.
    Knowing she’d be curious about their switching roles later on if she didn’t go through with it now, Alison rummaged through the chest, pulling out a dark piece of fabric. She turned back towards Aaron, her head bowed, avoiding looking at his face. She folded the fabric a few times until it resembled the blindfold he’d used on her so many times before. Without sight, his senses would become heightened, and by covering his eyes, she could always remember them belonging to her Dom, not a shivering sub.
    Alison drew in a breath, eyes fixated on Aaron’s shaft, which hung limply between his legs. He’s nervous. “Turn around.”
    Aaron did as she had asked without question, his leash dangling in front of him. Alison stepped up behind him and placed the blindfold over his eyes, then tied it so it wouldn’t move. Her clit throbbed at the idea of him not being able to see, of being so blind he had to rely on her for support. It was