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subject on a whim. After a few moments, I stopped in front of the blonde’s table.
    “You,” I said as I looked into her eyes and rested my palms firmly on the table in front of her. I did not say it as a request. I never asked for anything, and I was not about to give her the chance to say no by giving her an option. Her eyes grew wide and she looked frightened. Good . I wanted her to be scared, I wanted her to be shaken. It would only make this lesson more memorable and exciting.
    “M-m-me?” she stuttered with a shaky voice. Her green eyes reflected the fear she was feeling like a timid rabbit surrounded by its prey. I nodded once to her.
    “On the stage now,” and I turned around to walk back up to the stage. When she didn’t follow, I turned over my shoulder keeping my back to her, “I will not say it again.” She scurried out of her chair and approached me with trepidation. Damn this woman was sexy as hell. Her blonde hair and green eyes gave her an innocent look, but her body, it screamed fuck me with the delicious curves that she hid under her tight dress. I felt my dick start to strain against the zipper in my pants, wanting to burst out and take her there on the stage, not caring that the whole club would watch.
    I had to get myself under control. I am good with control.
    When I approached the stairs of the stage, I turned around to reach my hand to her as I helped her walk up. I watched as she took each step in her fuck-me stilettos and the way her ass shook from side to side. I envisioned my hands on that ass, spanking it until it turned bright pink. Shaking my head, I followed her onto the stage. I pointed at the chair sitting in the center of the stage and said, “Sit.” She did as commanded, and I had to refrain from adjusting myself in front of the audience.
    Good girl.
    The chair was positioned so that she was facing the audience. I went around the back of the chair to stand behind her and turned to face the audience. Covering my mic with my hand, I leaned down to whispered in her ear.
    “What is your name?”
    “A-Ashley,” she said nervously. She had no idea how much her nervousness was turning me on.
    “The beautiful Ashley here is going to help me demonstrate how to properly tie a simple Karada. Normally your subject would be naked, but we will leave Ashley clothed, for now. ”
    I did not have to see her eyes to know that she was surprised by my statement. I could see her shoulders move up and down with her heavy breaths as she tried to control her fear.
    Taking the rope in my hands, I turned toward the crowd. “Stand up Ashley,” I commanded. She rose on shaky legs at my command and I could see her body visibly tremble from fear, excitement...anticipation. Slowly, I held the rope to measure that both opened ends were of equal length before draping the rope around her neck.
    “First, drape the rope over your subs neck like this and bring both ends to rest over the shoulders. Make three knots in front with about four inches in between,” I demonstrated as I made the knots in front with my arms wrapped around her shoulders. My fingers brushed against her breasts and her breath caught.
    So she was affected by this too? Control Nic, control. I had to keep reminding myself. I walked around to stand at her side and gave the rope a small tug, which caused her to stumble into my chest. Her hands splayed out on my chest, and she looked up at me, terrified, wide-eyed. I gave her a stern look. “Steady,” I whispered.
    Turning to face the crowd, I continued with my instructions, “Next you take the rope in front and bring it down between the legs.” As I was saying this, my fingers brushed the smooth, silky skin of her creamy thighs causing her to jump. “Then you take the rope up the back and pull it under the rope at the neck, like this. Turn around, Ashley.” As she turned, I watched the hem of her dress ride up her gorgeous thighs before I demonstrated the latest step.
    “Take the ends