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    “Are you ready, Rachel?”
    She’d nodded, suddenly unsure. “Rachel?”
    Of course, he couldn’t see the nod. “Yes, I, uh, I think so.” She stood, the wireless headset allowing her the freedom of moving from room to room. Slowly she walked to the bedroom. She felt elegant and sexy in her new silk negligee and panties. Her long legs were smooth and lightly tanned from her weekend solitary walks along the bayou near her apartment.
    “Take off your things and lie down on the bed.” Rachel stripped off the silky garment and panties. Nervously she lay down, adjusting the headset for comfort. “Put the ropes on your ankles. Tie yourself down for me, Rachel. I want you tied to the bed. It’s another symbolic gesture for me of your willingness to submit.”
    Rachel sat up, reaching for the ropes. She slipped them one at a time over her slim ankles, feeling the knots tighten as she lay back down. “Okay,” she said, feeling strange but very aroused. Her legs were forced apart by the length of the ropes tied down under the bed. Her bared pussy was spread wide.
    At Richard’s direction, she squeezed a dollop of the lubricant onto her fingers. She lowered her hand as he ordered, touching and rubbing her pussy. The ropes pulled against her ankles, drawing taut as she shifted in her arousal. When she was clearly hot, panting into the phone, he said, “Stop. Take the ruler.”
    Reluctantly Rachel took her hand from between her legs. She wanted to come but she also knew if she waited, Richard would make it that much more intense and exciting for her. She was aroused by the feeling of sexy vulnerability the ropes created.
    Richard commanded, “Smack your nipples for me, one at a time. Do it as hard as you can take it. Go on.”
    Rachel obeyed, feeling the sweet sting, watching her nipples rise to the hard touch of the wood.
    Richard said, “Now slap your pussy with it.”
    Rachel absorbed what he had said. No, she couldn’t possibly. Breasts were one thing but her delicate pussy? Sensing her hesitation, Richard said softly, “It’s easy to obey when it’s something you already want to do. It becomes harder to show your submission when it’s something that frightens you. If you’re uncertain about this, just remember. It’s me. You can trust me. I haven’t steered you wrong yet, have I? Don’t turn away from it just because it’s new.”
    Smack. She hit her own sex with the flat edge, only lightly, but enough to feel it. Despite her misgivings and her fear, the now familiar heat began to spread through her veins, emanating like fire from her center. Without being told to, she hit herself again, harder.
    “Yes,” she heard Richard croon through the headset. She hit it again, shuddering and dropping the ruler. Without waiting for his express command, she began to rub her little clit, which was still stinging from the ruler, swollen with need.
    “Oh Richard,” she moaned. The ropes pulled at her ankles and she imagined for a moment it was Richard holding her down. She was on fire. All the sweet, slow preparations of the day, culminating in his odd but exciting request to smack herself with the ruler had left her like a bitch in heat, writhing in her bonds as she furiously masturbated, saying his name over and over, though she wasn’t aware she was making a sound.
    When at last she came, arching up hard, constrained by the rope, her pussy mashed against her hand, she cried out her passion. Falling back against the bed she lay still, her chest heaving, her body covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. Richard was quiet on the other end, though she was aware of his breathing.
    Would she ever meet the man who was driving her wild? Feel his lips brush hers, be held in his arms? Was she ready for such a big step? In these past days Richard had woven a delicious web of fantasy and pleasure around her. Was she willing to rip its delicate threads, perhaps risking what they shared, finally forced to admit it