I saw that he had pulled a small stool over in front of him. As I got closer to him, he said, “Sit,” nodding to the chair, then added, with a smile, “Please.”

It was a wooden stool, three legged, with a very narrow back. The back was beautifully carved in an intricate design. The seat was some kind of leather, maybe, and felt very cool under my bare bottom. I perched on the edge of it at first, the corset I wore helping keep my posture straight.

“Relax. We’re just going to chat for a bit. In fact -” he stood up and moved quickly to a cooler at the side of the room. Returning with two bottles of water, he handed one to me. “All that kneeling makes one thirsty.”

Gratefully, I drank. Feeling more relaxed, I scooted back on the stool, and my legs naturally fell open a bit.

“That’s it,” he said, “Good girl.” Despite my shiver of pleasure, I hated that the phrase pleased me that much.

He went on, “If we come to an agreement, I would expect you to keep your legs wide open, as a reminder for yourself. Assuming we agree that I will have full access to you at all times.” This time the rush of pleasure radiated from my core, and I blushed with the shame of being aroused by him ‘having full access’ to my most private parts.

He smiled.

“But for now, relaxed is good. I need to explain that I’m not one of the participants in this retreat. I’m actually one of the Masters who runs the retreat. The person who has served as my demo submissive, Sandy, is no longer involved here, and I’m looking for a new candidate. Normally, I would advertise, right? But Sandy had to leave to take care of a family situation quite suddenly, so here I am, retreat has already started, and I need someone to work with. Of course, I’ve observed you in the day and a half you’ve already been here, and asked for feedback from the team members who have worked directly with you. That brought me here today. Are you interested in hearing more?”

I was stunned. And off balance somehow. It was one thing to think about being paired with another beginner, but to work with a Master as a demo sub? Yikes. A hundred questions raced through my mind. What would I have to do? What if I couldn’t do it right? Other people would be watching us, what if – could I even do that? And – in my most secret fantasy – I had imagined that the beginner Dom and I would be a match and this would be a happy-ever-after story. But that could never happen with him. On the other hand – I was attracted to him. And I’d be learning from an expert. And I might not have hit it off with the beginner Dom anyhow, it might have been terrible.

Master Alex laughed, “You don’t have a poker face at all, do you? So many feelings! You don’t have to decide this minute. I just need to know if you’d like to hear more about it. Maybe that would answer some of the questions bouncing around in your head.”

“Oh!” Pulled out of my head and back into the room, I said, “Yes, I mean, yes, Sir. I would, I would like to hear more about it. Please, Sir.”

I listened intently, trying to take it all in, as he explained. I would go through the same activities as the other student submissives – the exercise program, the massages, the physical grooming, like the waxing and massage I had already experienced. I would follow the same schedule, with some free time, time for journaling, meals, and so on. But at the designated play and practice times, i would be in the front of the class with Master Alexander and the two other Masters with their demo subs.

“The participants also have time alone together, time to play and practice the skills without being observed,” he said. “I would like to have that time with you as well. Time to practice, but also time to just enjoy having you serve me.”

I could see myself, on my knees in front of him, my mouth on his cock… Imagine him moaning, his hands in my hair…

His voice interrupted my fantasy. “Where did you just go?” he said, a bit sharply.

I blushed (again.). “Sir, I just… I…”

“Kneel,” he said.

Startled, but quick to obey, I slid to my knees, rocking back on my heels.

“Tell me,” he said. His voice softening a bit, he added, “I need you to be able to tell me honestly what you think and feel. That will make this safe for you – for both of us really.”

Humiliation and shame rolling over me like I could drown in the waves… I forced the words out, “Sir, I was imagining, um, your – your, um – you know – your cock in, um, in my mouth, Sir. And um, you know, pleasing you.”

“Oh, little one,” he said, “That’s nothing to be ashamed of, ” and there was a touch of laughter in his voice. “That is what you’re here for, after all. To please your Dom. I want my girl to be proud of that.” He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on my bowed head.

And I knew in that moment that I wanted to do this. No matter what.

I had no idea where that decision would take me…