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opened the door and quietly stepped into the room. Her eyes were cast down. I had recommended several websites on the subject, and it looked like she'd been reading up on how she was to greet me.
    "Come to me." I held out my hand.
    She hesitantly walked toward me, but she took a deep breath and continued to cross the room. She took my hand and lowered her head.
    "In your research, I'm sure you've seen various playrooms and some of the equipment in those rooms."
    She nodded.

    "Obviously, this is not a traditional playroom. I never intended to have a fulltime play partner, so we'll have to improvise. If this arrangement works out, and I certainly hope it does, perhaps we'll come up with an alternative."
    She didn't say anything, but I didn't expect her to. It was her place to listen and learn.
    "Normally, you'll be in this room before I arrive, waiting on your knees to serve me with your mouth."
    I heard the sharp intake of her breath at my words. I knew from our previous discussions she had never performed oral sex, so I decided we shouldn't start with that.
    I thought maybe that was something she could attempt during the week, when we weren't in these roles. She might be relaxed and have more confidence.
    "Sit on the bed."
    She quickly did as I asked, but she never looked at me.
    "You look beautiful. Thank you for wearing what I left for you."
    She was dressed in a long, silk, chocolate nightgown that hugged her exquisite curves in all the right places and dipped low between her supple breasts. I would have to use so much concentration not to rip that garment off her. I promised myself I'd take my time, have some patience.
    For the first time since entering the room, she spoke, "Thank you, sir."
    Sir?
    We hadn't discussed what she would call me, but she was right; until I collared her she would call me sir, and then it would change to Master. We were a long way off from even considering that type of relationship. She'd been doing her homework.
    Maybe she is serious about this arrangement. We'll soon find out.
    "Very nice," I said. "You will not refer to me by my given name when we are in these roles. I appreciate your respect."
    I stood up and extended my hand for her to stand with me. I moved her hair away from her face, placing open-mouth kisses down her jaw line, working my way to her neck. I let my hand roam over the thin material of her nightgown. "You're mine now. You will submit to my every desire. You will place all of your trust in me, and you will accept what I say. You will speak only when I ask you a direct question. Do you understand?"
    "Yes." She swallowed hard.
    "Yes, what?" I reminded her.
    "Yes, sir."
    Fuck!
    I liked the way that sounded. I saw the way my dick liked it too, since it stood at full attention.
    "That's right, Clara." I pulled her hair hard and tilted her head back. "I'll let that slip this time, but don't expect me to be so forgiving next time. Do you remember your safe words?"
    We had agreed on two. When she said "yellow," I would slow down. I would only push her as far as I thought she could go. But, if she said "red," we would stop immediately. Those were very basic words, but extremely effective in this situation.
    "Yes, sir."
    "Good girl." I released her hair. "You may use those words anytime you feel afraid or unsure. Once you safe word "red'," we'll end all play, and then when you're up to it, we'll discuss what upset you. Do you understand?"
    "Yes, sir," she nervously said.
    "It's important you remember I'm not here to hurt you."
    I walked her back to the bed and sat her down, then slipped the straps of her nightgown down over her shoulders. I could see the anxiety in her eyes. Naturally, she would be uncertain, but I had to reassure her that I meant her no harm.
    I lowered my lips to the skin just below her earlobe, and whispered, "There's nothing to be afraid of. You'll find only pleasure here in my room." I gently pushed her on to her back, positioning her at the top of the bed. I