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managed, hating him more than she’d ever hated anyone in her life.
    She felt him lifting her up. “You’re welcome, Alexis.” The anger was completely gone from his voice and a hint of a smile moved over his face. “Now, we’ll try this again. Assume a kneeling, at-ease position. Don’t move a muscle. I’ll be back in a few moments.”
    He watched her as she eased her smarting, aching bottom carefully onto her heels. Spreading her thighs as Marta had showed her, she set her hands on her thighs and lifted her chin, unable to help sniffling.
    Master John left the room, leaving her to collect herself. Her nose was running but she didn’t wipe it, not daring to move after what had just happened. Jesus, talk about a bad start! Was it possible to be thrown out of the program before she even started?
    She realized it wasn’t Master John she hated—he’d just been doing his job. It was herself she was mad at. Silently she vowed to do better.
    This time she heard the click of Master John’s boots outside in the hall. When he entered, she kept her eyes forward, her chin raised, wondering if he could hear the pounding of her heart.
    She felt his eyes on her, those blue, unblinking eyes. “Better,” he said. He moved past her in the small space and sat on the bed. “Remaining on your knees, turn and face me,” he commanded.
    She twisted on the rug to face him, aware she had none of the grace Marta exhibited. “Each time I find it necessary to punish you, I will do so, but then it’s over,” he said calmly. “We start fresh and all is forgiven.” Reaching into his black jeans, Master John extracted a tissue and leaned down, gently wiping her eyes and nose with it, his expression almost kind.
    “Thank you, Sir,” Alexis said, her voice coming out as a whisper.
    He nodded curtly. “I’ve read your questionnaire and essays, and I believe I have some insight into what you’re looking for. My methods are exacting but effective. In order to reach your true submissive core, we must break you down, tear away a lifetime of ego and self-centered gratification.” He paused, looking pointedly at her, though he made no direct mention of having caught her masturbating, for which she was silently grateful.
    “You will find my methods difficult at times, but I won’t take you further than you’re able to go. I won’t give you more than you can handle. I will push your boundaries, make no mistake about that. But you need pushing—that’s quite clear. You are an attractive and clearly willful woman who is no doubt used to manipulating men to get what you want, or what you think you want. That won’t work with me. If I believe you’re being at all flirtatious or coy, or worse, dishonest in your reactions, your punishment will be swift and unrelenting.”
    He let this ominous declaration sink in a moment before continuing, “By the same token, if I believe you are sincerely trying, I can promise to help you move past the barriers you’ve erected in your life to keep you from achieving your true submissive potential. We only have a month. That isn’t a lot of time, but the good news is you will be mine 24/7, and if your training goes according to my plans, you’ll be well on your way to becoming a proper sexual submissive or slave, depending what your ultimate goal is in all this.”
    “Please, may I ask a question, Sir?”
    He nodded. “You may.”
    “I’m not really clear on the difference between a sexual submissive and a slave.”
    “In a nutshell, a sub can slip in and out of their role, depending on the situation. You give your permission each time you submit to your Dom, and he respects the hard limits you’ve set in advance. You will serve that Dom with the same grace and obedience as a fulltime 24/7 slave, but the relationship is less restrictive. I imagine that sort of setup is more what you’re familiar with. And while rewarding, from what I’ve read about you, you’re looking for more.”
    Am I?