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She nodded. “Yes, you’ve made that clear.”
He gave a single nod. “Okay, then, you’ll get the full experience.”
“I’m curious what you’ll be training me to do. Could you give me an example?”
“Certainly. Put down your cup and sit up straight,” he said, slipping into his authoritative Dom voice.
She followed his instructions. As she sat up, her breasts thrust out more than when she was relaxed. He longed to tell her to take off her blouse so he could see those pert, naked breasts. But he wouldn’t. Not here. Not now. Perhaps in the future, when he had her at his home. Then he would see her naked again, now that she’d opened the door for the sexual side to be part of their training. He could hardly wait to get her into the well-equipped dungeon he had and to chain her to the wall.
“Now it’s very important that you address your Master with respect. You already know to call me ‘Sir,’ but sometimes you can call me ‘Mr. Pearce.’ Anytime you respond to me, you should use one or the other as a sign of respect. So what will you call me?” He knew asking questions was the best way to bring the lessons home.
“I will call you ‘Sir,’ Sir.”
“Or?”
“I can also call you ‘Mr. Pearce,’ Sir.”
“Good. Now I’d like you to mix it up and start using both terms.”
“Yes, Mr. Pearce.”
“Good girl.” He rewarded her with a smile. “Now, many Doms will want their subs to take a certain position. Sometimes when they first see them, or sometimes when they give a certain signal. Sometimes the position is as simple as kneeling on the floor with their eyes cast downward. Sometimes it’s something more sexual.”
“Mr. Pearce, would you give me an example of the latter?”
Damn, she was bein
g a real minx, but he loved her enthusiasm. “Stand up and move to the middle of the room.”
She did so, but it was clear there wasn’t enough space in her small living room.
“Move the coffee table out of the way.”
She turned the rectangular coffee table ninety degrees, then pushed it against the chair, clearing enough room for what he had in mind. He grabbed one of the larger cushions from the arm of the couch and handed it to her.
“Now, turn around and get down on all fours.”
Kate sank to the floor and knelt on her hands and knees.
“Put the pillow in front of you and rest your head on it, then lift your ass in the air.”
She put her head on the pillow and, as instructed, pushed up her butt.
“Now, widen your knees.”
He watched her try, but her skirt prevented it.
“My skirt’s too tight, Sir.”
“Hike it up.”
She shimmied the fabric up her thighs and spread her knees wider.
“Now, usually you’d be naked and your Dom would want you to grab your ass cheeks and pull them wide, opening yourself to him.”
“Yes, Mr. Pearce.”
He almost gasped when Kate hiked her skirt up to her waist, revealing her totally naked ass. He hadn’t meant it as a command. And, damn, he’d forgotten he still had her panties. His hand slid to his jacket pocket and slipped inside, finding the lacy garment there. He’d found them on the bedroom floor this morning and tucked them in his pocket to give them back to her, but with the rush to leave this morning, he had forgotten before they left the house.