Training Sessions

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“Strip.”

I reached for the buttons of my blouse with shaky fingers and tried to ignore Sir and Mistress who stood watch over me. Sir had given the order.

Concentrating on my husband’s dark eyes, I fumbled over each button that seemed to have shrunk to the size of seeds in the last few minutes.

“Faster, woman,” Sir commanded, his voice sharp. I flinched when he flicked the ends of the flogger against his leather pants making a snapping, hissing sound that terrified me. Excited me.

I worked the buttons faster. I knew what was to come. Jared and I had met with Sir and Mistress a week ago, discussed all the details, but now that we were here with them, beginning our training, I was both exhilarated and scared out of my wits.

Shrugging out of the shirt, I let it fall to the floor since there had been no instructions to do otherwise. Following instructions was the first step in finding the freedom of release I longed to obtain.

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