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agree to it in advance. Understand?”
    She nodded.
    “Are you doing okay?”
    “I’m nervous,” she admitted.
    “I talked to you earlier about a safe word. Some subs like to use a code of red, yellow and green. Green meaning everything is okay, yellow meaning that you need to talk or go a bit slower. Red means stop immediately. It’s up to you. You can choose a safe word, or we can go with the colours.”
    “What colour would be for nervous?”
    “Your choice,” he said. “If you need to talk, then it would be yellow. You could still feel nervous but want to proceed. In that case you’d say green, but there’s no shame in admitting your feelings. In fact, Julia, I’d prefer you tell me how you feel every step of the way. That’s the only way I can be sure you’re enjoying the experience. Bottom line, that’s what this is about.”
    “I’m not sure I follow.”
    “There’s no reason, ever, to participate in anything to do with BDSM unless you like the experience. It should add to an already happy life. It shouldn’t be a substitute for it.”
    He’d rarely had this kind of discussion, and never when an alluring woman had been standing in front of him with her blouse off. Then again, he’d never been with a statistician before. Maybe he should make her get dressed, for his sake if not hers.
    “It encompasses many things. Some people are into bondage, including rope art, and take it no further. Some subs are into pain, and they’ll do almost anything to feel their Dom’s wrath. Conversely, some Doms are sadistic and just like to wield an implement of pain. Some subs prefer to live a life of service, much like a slave. Some couples are into spankings, others into more extreme eroticism or punishment. Still other people hook up for occasional scenes that may or may not include sex.”
    “Where do you fall on that spectrum?”
    “I’ve had a couple of committed relationships that involved Dominance and submission. My most recent one was a twenty-four seven lifestyle arrangement. And no, I’m not still in it.” He suspected she could find out a lot about him just from asking around the Den. Some people had made gossip into an art form. “Currently I have a few playmates, no strings.”
    “And no relationship outside the BDSM world?”
    “Not interested,” he said.
    “You like being in charge, in control.”
    “You could say that.”
    “And that complicates regular relationships.”
    “By regular, I presume you mean vanilla?”
    She nodded.
    “I’ve found it makes it impossible for me. I like the protocol in a D/s. There are rules, along with consequences if they’re broken. I like tying a sub up and subjecting her to erotic beatings. While I’m not a sadist, I find a sub often has a more powerful experience because of a bit of pain, as you’ve already experienced. That said, I’d require you to use a safe word if there’s anything you can’t deal with it. Have you selected one?”
    “I’d like to use colours.” She worried her lower lip.
    Being with a woman for her first, hesitant introduction to the lifestyle was heady stuff, indeed. “In that case, remove your bra.”
    “We’re in front of a window.”
    “We are. I’d prefer not to close the blinds since the house is surrounded by a dozen acres of wooded land. Only wedding guests are on the property. And anyone outside in this weather would be concentrating on staying warm. On the other hand, they would get a lovely eyeful if they saw you.” He paused, then added, “If your modesty demands it, I will close the blinds.”
    “Are you always so accommodating and reasonable?”
    “Not at all.” He wondered, over the next half a minute, if she was going to snatch her blouse from his fingertip. She stared at him, looked out of the window, folded and unfolded her arms. Finally, determinedly tipping her head and meeting his eyes, she reached back and unhooked her bra.
    “Nice,” he said, taking the lacy scrap of material from