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asshole to Gregorio.”
    “Of course, Sir.” She placed her forehead on the cold tile floor, arched her back, and reached back to spread her buttocks.
    He and Gregorio continued their conversation, ignoring both women.
    Finally, the other man excused himself.
    “Very nice, Brandy. Thank you for your assistance. You may get up and dress.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    She donned the apron, then returned to her duties.
    He faced Chelsea again. “That kind of behaviour, flawless service, is what I expect, what any Dom will expect, from you. Would you like to continue your lesson, or shall we have a drink and listen to some of Master Evan C’s music?” He left her attached to the wall while she considered her options.
    “I’d like to continue on, Sir.”
    He nodded. “Brave girl.”
    He waited, but she didn’t protest that he’d called her girl. As he unfastened the metal buckle, he was forced to admit a grudging respect for her. She was either committed to her course, or she was incredibly stubborn. Either way, he’d expected her to run before now.
    When he had been a trainer, he’d often waited weeks or a month before asking a sub to practise in public. Fighting emotions was more difficult when you weren’t alone with your Dom. “As you heard, Gregorio said that we can use the second space down the hall on the left. Before we go, you need to know there’s a screen for privacy, but there’s no door. If you cry or scream, as you will, others may hear you.” Evan’s unintelligible music was still chipping the paint off the walls, so maybe her sounds would be muffled. “And others may walk by and see you. You will be naked. The humiliation you’ve experienced so far will be nothing compared to what you’ll endure over the next hour or so.”
    She rubbed at her wrist, but she tipped her head back. “Would you like me to follow you, Sir?”
    He grabbed their water bottles and started down the hall, not checking to see whether or not she followed. He entered their assigned space and moved towards the side wall. As he familiarised himself with the paraphernalia and apparatus, he said, “Please strip.” He didn’t look over his shoulder to see if she complied. “Then kneel in the centre of the room. Some Doms will permit you to use a mat. I will not.”
    As always, Master Damien ensured each room in the dungeon was well-stocked. Damien was not only a gracious host, but a shrewd businessman—Alex knew a production company often filmed at the Den and on its surrounding acreage. Because of the contract Master Damien had signed, he was able to let others use the facilities at very little charge. A couple of rooms had themes, but this one was multi-purpose. A padded, massage-type table was off to one side. Hooks had been strategically attached, but he doubted he’d be using them this evening.
    After placing the water bottles on a shelf, he opened drawers, set out a container of disinfectant wipes, tossed a condom on the counter, laid out several of pairs of surgical gloves, then pulled out a bottle of lube.
    He looked at the few assorted floggers, spankers and other implements hanging on the wall. He heard her moving around as he selected a thick flogger, apparently crafted from deer hide. It should provide a nice thud, but nothing too intense for her virgin skin.
    When he faced her, she was in the same position Brandy had been in earlier. Chelsea was even looking at the floor. Her skirt and shirt were folded precisely. If she had actually removed all her clothes, he would have been quite satisfied with her behaviour. “What instructions were you given, girl?”
    She looked up. “To strip and to kneel, Sir.”
    “Do you understand the meaning of the word naked?”
    “I…” She sighed and rolled her hands into tight fists.
    He wasn’t sure if she was apprehensive or whether she was frustrated with him. “Was your thong expensive?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “No emotional attachment to it?”
    She frowned. “Of