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the skin and they were all in areas
that would heal nicely.  “You’d better stay away from the health spa for a
while.  There’s no way you’re going to explain this,” he said.  “You won’t be
showing any cleavage either,” he noted, while looking at her striped breasts.
     
    “I know, but it
was worth it.  I feel so relaxed, so balanced, it’s almost like being high.  I
can survive the rat race for another few months now.  Thanks, Howard...
really.”
     
    She grinned and
pulled him into a lover’s hug.   “Don’t you worry about me, I’ll heal up OK.”
     
    He showed her that
the video camera had been a fake.  It was all part of the performance.  She
took some time attempting to make her hair look better, then asked for a scarf
to cover it.  He drove her home and handed her the garage door opener that he
had used to gain entrance to her house.  When she asked how he got it, he
simply grinned and said, “A pro-Dom can’t tell all his secrets.” 
     
    Victoria turned to
watch him drive away.  In many ways she wanted him for her own, but she knew
that it was best to keep their relationship just as it was.  Turning to go
inside, she started to think of her next social obligation, a party that she
was hosting in a week.  Her newfound state of relaxation allowed her to
contemplate her duties without the tension that had been present the day
before.
     
    A few days later
Cole received a letter from Victoria addressed in her excellent handwriting. 
Inside he found a personal check for two thousand dollars and a one word note
that said “Thanks.”

CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    Several months
later, in an apartment close to downtown, a woman with gloriously curly, long
brown hair hunched over a glowing laptop computer.  It was, appropriately,
resting on her lap as she reclined against a pile of pillows on her queen sized
bed.  Her name was Monica Peterson and she was trading email with a man whose
personal ad she discovered on the internet the previous month. So far, she knew
him only as Howard. 
     
    She brushed her
hair back from her pretty face and frowned in concentration.  As she thought
about the best way to convey a very private thought to her new correspondent,
she recalled some of their previous conversations.
     
    He described
himself as a professional dominant for women, a pro-dom.  When they first made
contact, he asked her to explain in great detail what she was looking for and
why she wanted it.  It was not easy for her to discuss such private thoughts,
but it was a very enlightening exchange. 
     
    They traded email
almost daily for six weeks and talked on the telephone several times.  His
deep, sexy voice on the phone made her tingle inside.  At first, Monica was
reluctant to believe that he was genuine, but gradually she became convinced
and started making plans to meet and perhaps sample his services.
     
    Early in their
correspondence she revealed considerable information about herself to avoid any
misunderstandings about what she was looking for.  He patiently answered her
numerous questions about dominance and submission, then asked more questions
about her past.
     
    In one of their
first phone conversations, she asked how he would make her submit.  He
patiently explained, “I have no interest in making anyone submit.  Not
by seduction, threats or trickery.”
     
    “If someone wants
to be my submissive,” he told her, “they must submit willingly, even eagerly.” 
He had vowed never to waste his time on someone who was not sure what they
wanted.  She learned that one of his greatest fears was to have a partner
appear to submit, then change her mind and accuse him of forcing her.
     
    Monica worked as
an account executive in a well-known Seattle-based marketing firm.  She
believed that the pressures of her job were partly responsible for her intense
desire to submit sexually, but the roots of her sexuality extended back beyond
her dimmest memories.  Perhaps