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was brilliant and complete. I concentrated on that for a short while as the sting in my cheeks mellowed to a throb, matching the beat of my heart.
    And now I found myself here in this darkened room, alone, feeling as if I were nothing to Him. As if I had failed Him. And I had never failed at anything in my life.
    But you are failing at life. Derek’s words came back to me, but this time I saw them for what they were. Truth. Maybe not the truth, but certainly a truth.
    The realization hit me as hard as the paddle had.
    Everything Master said had proved true. He had found the little seed of my true self. The seed I’d buried so long ago in the hope it would never see the light of day. The person I’d hidden.
    My tears came in earnest now. Maybe I was channeling some childhood memory, or maybe it was just a dam bursting. But now that Master had stripped away my defenses the force of them was too much for me to contain. They coursed down my cheeks, over my lips. They hit my breasts and tickled their way down my body as if washing me clean of myself. I released all tension and simply hung from the iron ring, all my weight cutting the rope into my wrists.
    The thirty minutes passed quickly. I stirred to Master’s touch on my shoulder, his breath against my neck.
    “ Stand tall, Natasha. You have earned back your name.”  
    I found my feet and pressed upwards. Chloe mopped my face with a fresh cloth as Master held my shoulders.
    “ Natasha. Tell me what you have learned today.”  
    “ Master, it’s still so early. I’m unsure if...if I’ll know the right answers.”  
    “ This is not about right and wrong, Natasha. I know what I taught you. Only you know what you’ve learned.”  
    I still hesitated. Everything in here seemed so black and white I found it hard to focus on semantics.
    “ Then tell me what you feel, Natasha. What you want.”  
    The fear in my heart was not from the idea of further punishment. It was the fear that I would disappoint Him. “Master, I feel... relaxed. I do not have the worries I normally carry. I feel as if you have chased away my anxiety.”
    “ Be wary, Natasha; it will not be completely removed by one session. You are learning well, though. In here you have no other concern than me and what I want of you. You will only deal with that world outside when I see fit to allow you out there.”  
    “ Yes, Master.” Board meetings, AP reports, lay-off lists, budget cuts...they had their place and were by no means trivial. But life at the top sounded good until you realize you are depended upon by thousands of people. In here, in this small time, I hadn’t worried about any of that. It was such a relief.  
    “ Is that all?” He startled me from my musing.  
    “ I...I was going to say I feel complete, but...”  
    “ But of course you don’t.”  
    “ No, Master. Just...closer to it than I ever have.”  
    “ Natasha, turn and face me.”  
    I kept my eyes to the floor as I obeyed.
    “ You may look me in the eye.”  
    I lifted my gaze to his throat before I realized he had removed his mask. I should have felt shocked seeing his face, but deep down I’d known who was behind the mask all along. I’d known him for so long, trusted him with all of my darkest, dirtiest secrets. In that time he had taken such abuse from me with patience and emotional mastery. It seemed only fitting that now, he would be the one to school me in those same virtues.
    I wondered if removing the mask meant that he was no longer Master Sweet. If he would revert to the old Dr. Benson again. Seeing him now, bare-chested still, and with nothing hiding his expression, I wondered why I’d never really noticed him before. Not in this way. His skills at deception were even greater than my own had been.
    “ You are not surprised,” He said.  
    I smiled earnestly and shook my head, nudging loose a few stray tears. There was no need for words. He already knew so much about me, I was certain He knew