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blog–a submissive, as she called herself. She detailed punishments, as well as her rewards. She prided herself in her Master’s marks, and even took graphic photos of them.
    Friday evening, I headed out toward Dr. Pierce’s, or Eric’s, as I had started mentally to call him by his first name. He couldn’t stay a doctor in my mind. He had become something else entirely. The instructions he had written on his business card led me into west Los Angeles. He lived at the beach, in a part of the city’s most expensive neighborhoods. My little car felt extremely inadequate as I brought it to a halt in front of a row of houses with lush gardens. Eric lived directly in the middle of the neighborhood, with trees and flowers covering a small walkway. I parked my vehicle and got out. The house I stood in front of was modern in style. He had kept it pure white in color, with black shutters. As I neared the front door, I walked past a trimmed pond with three golden koi swimming lazily.
    Before knocking, I smoothed my short minidress against my bare thighs then tightened my ponytail. The outfit I had chosen didn’t require a bra, but since I was also not wearing underwear I felt especially exposed.
    Just as I lifted my hand to knock, the door opened. Eric stood there, dressed even more impeccably than the last time I had seen him. He wore all black, his shirt unbuttoned enough to expose smooth, tanned skin underneath. I gazed slowly down his body and then back again to his face, finding his signature cocky grin planted on his lips.
    It was his turn to take me all in and give my body the once-over.
    He tilted his head just slightly and wet his lips.
    “Do you normally dress like this when you visit a stranger’s home?” he asked me as he stepped aside to let me in.
    I looked down at my outfit and frowned.
    “I thought this would be all right,” I replied quietly then looked up to glance around the room. I was standing in his living room, a large and spacious place with dark wood floors and leather furniture. There was a flat-screen television mounted on the wall next to me. Paintings, expensive-looking ones, dotted the area. Further away there was a baby grand piano in the corner. Everything matched, even Eric.
    A cold hand wrapped softly around my neck.
    “I didn’t say you could speak, Alexandra,” he whispered against my hair.
    I had to remind myself to be careful now. Everything I did had the potential to be criticized and even punished.
    Or rewarded, if I played my cards right.
    Instead of apologizing, I remained quiet and allowed him to squeeze my neck tighter. It wasn’t cutting off my circulation, but it was definitely enough to show me he was in control.
    “And you look nice,” he finished, causing me to smile.
    The pressure of his hand released, and he walked around me to take a seat in the plush chair next to the couch. He looked like a king on a throne, sitting with his hand on his thigh and the other motioning for me to near.
    “You may sit on the floor here.”
    I moved to stand in front of him, between his legs, and then slid down to kneel. Though I was afraid to look, I felt Eric’s eyes stay on me as I situated myself.
    “Lean forward and raise your ass up in the air.”
    I did as he wanted and rested my weight onto my elbows. My dress slid up my thighs and exposed my bare body to him. In this position, I was completely vulnerable.
    “Look up at me.”
    My gaze was on his before he finished the words.
    “This is how you will come to me from now on unless I tell you otherwise. This is your resting position. From here, you may look at me and speak to me if you need to, but you will always address with me respect. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, I understand, Sir.”
    Eric leaned forward and tilted my chin high enough so our faces were inches apart. He studied me, just as he had done in the examination room.
    “If you need things to slow down or tell me to use caution, the word you call is ‘yellow.’