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relationship—period—in the last six months.
    After her last breakup she’d decided she wouldn’t settle for
anything less than someone who met all the criteria on her list. And it was a
long list. But in her circle of college lesbians and butchy musicians, her top
three standards—confidence, class and attractiveness—were hard to come by.
    Vivien’s gaze lifted from her cup and Polly was stunned by
the depth of her green eyes. “If you lie to me—even once—our contract will be
terminated.”
    The server returned with Polly’s mocha and pie. “Enjoy,” he
said before darting off again.
    “In private I will require you to call me Ma’am. If by
chance you see me out in public you will use my given name.”
    “Yes Ma’am…uh…Vivien.” A wave of heat rushed up Polly’s neck
at the mention of the dominatrix’s name.
    “If you have a problem with our relationship or if your
needs are not being met I expect you to discuss them with me prior to our next
session. I will become very impatient with you if I sense you are withholding
information.”
    Polly’s head bobbed up and down again. She hadn’t expected
so many rules.
    “If I text you, phone you, email you, you must respond
immediately. Failure to do so will result in punishment I assure you will have
you thinking twice about making me wait in the future.”
    Heat unfurled in Polly’s stomach and snaked its way between
her legs.
    “You are not to drink or smoke prior to or during our
sessions. If I smell it on you, you will be dismissed. On your own time you can
do as you please.” Vivien refrained from speaking as the server passed by their
table.
    When he was sufficiently out of earshot she continued. “If
we have sexual contact it will be because I desire it. Do not mistake it for
love or a show of commitment. If I touch you sexually it will be because I
desire it. Not because I am attracted to you or wish to have a relationship
with you or out of reciprocation. In turn you will be respected and prized. I
will do my utmost to see to all your submissive needs,” Vivien told her. “Do you
agree to my terms?”
    Polly uncrossed and recrossed her legs. Her clit throbbed
and dampness pooled in her panties. Why was this turning her on? She shouldn’t
be looking forward to such an arrangement, to being humiliated,
degraded…cherished.
    This is crazy. Get out of here. Tell Mallory Hayes to go
fuck herself. “Yes.” Polly heard her own voice as if it were far away. “I
agree.”
    Vivien gave her the same fleeting smile she’d bestowed on
the server. “Very well. Now go in the bathroom, remove your panties and bring
them back to me.”
    “My pa—”
    “Go.”
    Polly hadn’t expected this to happen so quickly. She debated
telling her just that. She considered refusing, even lying that she wasn’t
wearing any.
    If you lie to me—even once—our contract will be
terminated.
    Her pussy squeezed around its own emptiness as she stood.
Slick fluid seeped into her panties, making her painfully aware of every
tingling inch of her body. As she started into the restroom, some unseen force
seized hold of her, catapulting her toward some high she’d never experienced
with any drug.
    Giving over her power—even for this one little
act—intoxicated her.
    Her hands trembled as she stepped into a stall. Her eyes
watered as she reached under her skirt and hooked her thumbs under the
waistband of her panties. Pulling down her underwear in a bathroom was a rote
matter for her. Something she did several times a day. But this time…
    A twinge of shame snaked through her that she enjoyed this
so much. What would her fellow women’s studies majors think of her if they
could see her now?
    Her heart pounded. Perspiration beaded between her breasts.
The slow, rough slide of stretchy lace as it moved down her thighs, as she
leaned against the cold metal of the stall wall to brace herself, as she lifted
one foot and then the other to do as her Mistress had bidden