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courage to ask him to find someone else for
her, but she was glad she did.
    This time she arrived at his house on Saturday afternoon,
per his request. He greeted her and led her to the family room. She felt
awkward and ashamed to be standing in front of him after what had taken place
the last time she was here.
    She was extremely unsettled by his demeanor. His frame was
tall and muscular, and he had the most perfect posture she’d ever seen. He
towered over her, making her feel even more intimated than she already did. He
looked different than that day in his office. His hair was untamed and instead
of a suit, he was wearing faded blue jeans and a tight, form-fitting black
t-shirt that displayed his well-defined chest and shoulders. This was how he’d
been dressed for their first test weekend, and Katherine wondered if it was his
Dom uniform.
    “Please sit down,” he instructed.
    She sat on the loveseat while he chose to sit on the chair
across from her. She was grateful he was sitting, because it made her
particularly nervous when he paced.
    She also noticed he didn’t believe in wasting any time. “I
apologize for the way things turned out the other night. I wasn’t sure you’d
agree to come back, so thank you for keeping an open mind.”
    She nodded.
    “This room is another place where you may speak freely,” he
told her. “Just remember to be respectful.”
    “Why did you change your mind?” she asked, because she
thought it was important to know so she didn’t end up blowing him and then
getting kicked to the curb again. That had to be the most humiliating
experience of her life. She was mortified that after doing something so
intimate with him, he could inform her a few minutes later that it wasn’t going
to work out.
    “Because I didn’t think you were serious about this until
you asked me for a referral,” he admitted. “I’m not handing you over to someone
else. If you want to do this, it needs to be me who shows you.”
    “Why?” She wasn’t clear on the ‘it had to be him’ part and
wanted an explanation.
    “I don’t need to explain myself.” He sighed. “But I’ll just
tell you that you won’t regret it.”
    “I can do this,” she told him with certainty.
    “There isn’t any doubt in my mind that you can do it. I see
how submissive you are, but that might not be enough.”
    “I want to do this. Please teach me.”
    He stood up so abruptly it frightened her. He extended his
hand and said, “Come.”
    “Yes, Sir.” She stood and followed him upstairs. She
wondered where they were headed. They passed both his and the submissive
bedrooms and then stopped directly in front of the door at the opposite end of
the hall. At first, she thought he was taking her to a dungeon or a cage.
Again, she realized she had no idea what she was getting herself into. She’d
clearly read too much on the internet, or at least she hoped he didn’t have a
cage. Her imagination was getting the better of her.
    He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black silk
scarf. “Do you trust me?”
    “Yes, Sir.” He frightened her, but oddly, trust wasn’t an
issue. There was something in his eyes, a look that made her feel special, that
made her think she could put her faith in him.
    He moved behind her, placed the scarf over her eyes, and
gently tied it around her head. She couldn’t see anything but darkness, and she
guessed that was the point. She felt his breath against her ear. It sent chills
down her back.
    “You’ll need to trust me,” he whispered. “You may use the
safe word ‘stop’ if I’m doing something you don’t like. Nod if you understand.”
    She swallowed hard, but managed to nod.
    “You won’t speak unless you are asked a direct question. Do
you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Good girl.” His warm tongue brushed against her earlobe
making her more nervous than she already was. Then she heard the sound of the
doorknob turning. He took her hand and tugged her forward.