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‘sir’!”

 
    “Yes, sir,” I replied, remembering the BDSM
research I had done online.

 
    “If you’re not a slut, then why are you about
to get naked and violated by a man you met less than an hour ago?” He breathed
in my ear.

 
    Fuck, that’s a damn good question.   “I don’t know, sir.”

 
    “I think it’s because deep down you are a
dirty whore,” he growled back.

 
    “No, I was just tired of my boring life,
sir.”   My mind was frantically
trying to rationalize the situation.

 
    He didn’t reply, but instead snickered in my
ear.   I took that as a good
sign.   “Let’s see if I can give you
what you want, you little whore.”

 
    I really don’t like that word.   Being called a slut is bad enough.   I didn’t say a word
despite the fact that he was looking for a response.   Without another word, he grabbed me by
the hand and led me through a doorway into a larger room.   Wow, this looks like some type of prison
cell from the middle ages!   Could this place be any more intimidating?

 
    “Here is your first challenge,” he informed
me as we stopped at a wooden table that looked like it came straight out of a
nineteenth century gynecologist’s office.   Did they actually have
gynecologists back then?  

 
    My mind snapped back to the present moment
when he told me to remove my bra and panties.   Remembering his prior impatience, I
removed them as quickly as possible.   He simply smirked at me, as I stood there awkwardly in front of him,
completely naked.

 
    “Take off your necklace and earrings as well”
he commanded, holding out his hand.

 
    Seriously?   I can’t
even have a little jewelry on?   I handed him my earrings and began fumbling
with the clasp on my necklace.   “Could you help me out here?”

 
    “I’ll wait,” he replied, keeping his hand
outstretched.

 
    I know he’s just doing this to rattle me, as if I’m not already
nervous enough.   My fingers were trembling so bad, that I just couldn’t get the
clasp to open.   I must have fumbled with it for nearly a
full minute while he stood there coldly staring at me.   Finally, it let loose.   Thank
god!   I was on the verge of just
breaking the fucking thing.

 
    “I knew you could do it,” he said as I handed
him the necklace.

 
    “Thank you for being patient with me, sir,” I
replied in an attempt to gain favor.

 
    “Up on the table,” he directed without a
second of hesitation.

 
    “Yes, sir,” I said as I climbed onto the cold
hardwood surface.   My body was already
glistening with sweat, despite the fact that it seemed quite cold in the
room.   I never sweat, not even when I workout.   I definitely should’ve kept up with my
workouts , I thought as his eyes traveled the length of my body.

 
    “Lay back,” he said as he moved to the foot
of the table.

 
    It’s an antique birthing table , I
suddenly realized as he lifted my left leg and strapped it to the adjustable
footrest.

 
    “I want you grab hold of those handles,” he
instructed as he finished strapping in my second leg.   “The only way you will experience pain
tonight is if you let go of those handles.”

 
    “Yes, sir.”   I
really don’t need any pain right now.   My system is already on overload.   I can’t believe I’m so sweaty.   This is really embarrassing.

 
    “I want you to hang onto those handles and
stare straight at the ceiling regardless of what I’m doing to you.   Do you understand?”

 
    “Yes, sir. Hang on and stare at the ceiling.”

 
    “If you have the urge to look down, just
close your eyes instead,” he said as he snapped an examination glove on his
right hand.   “Do you understand?”

 
    “Yes, sir.”   I’ll
never look at my annual visit the same way again.

 
    “Are you ready for the most intense orgasm of
your life?” he asked as he looked down at me with those incredible blue
eyes.   I felt better after