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prepared for it so that it would be enjoyable
instead of mortifying.
    I sighed as the video came to an end. If I
was going to stay, then I needed to put one hundred percent into
this to make it work. Half-assing it wouldn't do. Besides, if they
saw that I wasn't enjoying it, they'd likely send me home anyway,
so what did I really have to lose.
    About five minutes before the end of the
video, Master Neil returned to the room. He watched the ending with
us, which felt slightly awkward to me considering that it was a sex
video. Right mindset , I reminded myself. He's an
instructor, and this is natural for this type of class.
    “It's time for lunch,” he said as he turned
off the television. “I'll expect you all to meet me back here in an
hour.”
    “We should eat together,” Mary told me.
    “I'll be along shortly.” I smiled at her,
again falling flat with my genuine happiness.
    She nodded and was out the door with the rest
of the women.
    “So, have you made your decision?” Master
Neil asked after everyone had left.
    “Yes.” I took a deep breath before
responding. “I've decided to stay.”
     
     

PART 2
     
    It was hard to believe I had thrown my moral
upbringing aside to cooperate in learning about BDSM. Despite the
light in which the school portrayed it to be an amazing sexual
journey, I still couldn't shake the thought that it was dirty.
    As I entered the dining room, I saw all of my
classmates sitting together. Mary, the eldest of the group,
motioned me over to join them. The other two girls smiled warmly at
me as I took the only remaining seat.
    “Hi. My name is Wilma,” the modelesque
brunette introduced herself. I wasn't sure if I had ever seen a
woman more gorgeous. Her dark features were perfectly placed, not
too close together, not too far apart. She extended a slender hand,
and I shook it gingerly.
    “And I'm Xena,” the blonde girl said,
mirroring the handshake the other girl had given me.
    “Like the warrior princess?” I asked
teasingly, and then immediately regretted it. She probably heard
that so much she was sick of it.
    “That was a bit after my time.” The look she
gave me spoke volumes about the contempt she felt for the
comment.
    “Apologies. I didn't mean to offend you. I'm
Melita, by the way.”
    “So, you said that your fiancé forced you to
come here,” Mary quickly changed the subject.
    “Yes,” I glanced away, nervously. “I didn't
really want to come.”
    “Don't worry. My husband forced me to come as
well,” Wilma said, and I looked at her in surprise.
    “Really?”
    “Yes.” She shrugged. “He thought it would
spice up our bedroom life.”
    “Isn't that why anyone comes here?” Mary
glanced at all of us and then laughed.
    “I thought it might be fun as well.” Wilma
shrugged again.
    “Well, I wanted to come.” Xena announced. “I
heard that this was the best BDSM school in the entire country. I
want to learn how to be a dominatrix so that I can get what I want
from men.” Her explanation was shameless, and I was in awe at her
determination.
    “Am I going to learn how to be a dominatrix
too?” I asked timidly.
    “Only if that's what you signed up for,” Mary
responded. “I came for the whole shebang.”
    “I'm doing a bit of everything too,” Wilma
said, not looking the least bit nervous.
    “I'm guessing that hubby cakes didn't tell
you what he signed you up for?” Mary gave me a smirk. I could tell
she was a real firecracker. With wildly curly burgundy hair held up
by bobby pins, and large brown eyes, she was the perfect
personification of fiery redhead.
    “No.” I felt embarrassed to admit it. “I
haven't eaten anything yet today, so I'm going to go get some
food,” I told them, trying to avoid the subject.
    “Well good heavens girl, go get your feed bag
on. You're going to need all of your strength for the crazy stuff
they have planned for us,” Mary told me, sending me on my way.
    I sighed as I stepped up to tell the chef to
fix me a