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length hit the very top of my thighs, not my knees. The top gaped wide,
exposing the cleavage of my over-sized chest. Since, once again, he’d ordered
me to go pantyless, my outfit would likely garner me an indecent exposure
charge in most states.
    I wondered what kind of scene Lex would send me to tonight.
I might be a wench in a tavern delivering drinks to one of the king’s knights
or a gypsy girl telling the fortune of a lost journeyman. Whatever he’d set up,
I knew I would have one of the best experiences in my life.
    It was hours before the limo was to arrive, so I took the
outfit off and placed it on my bed. I wasn’t sure how I would pass the time
when another of Lex’s texts came in.
    Another website I was to go to. I got my laptop out and
entered in the address. I’d gone to every place on the Internet about BDSM in
the past several months—or so I thought. When the page opened, it asked for a
username and password. As if Lex had hidden cameras in my apartment and knew
what I needed the instant I needed it, his next text came. He’d set up a
temporary username and password for me. I entered them, and the page opened.
    My jaw dropped. This was a site with more information on
BDSM than I knew existed. A directory listed every club in the world, with
ratings from users about each. The Cell was rated in the top ten in the world
for every category, and was actually number one in several.
    Per Lex’s text command, I went directly to the link that
took me to a specific section on the site that focused only on protocols. The
wealth of information was staggering. There were articles, discussion groups,
videos, and more. I devoured several. I opened up a notepad on my laptop and
entered several quotes I’d found.
    The more I read, the more I began to look at BDSM in a new
and different way. There was more to the lifestyle than just kink. There was
more to it than just sex, too. It had a symmetry and grace that was too easy
for an outsider to miss.
    I’d learned under Lex’s tutoring that my most basic nature
was to please, yet being completely open and real didn’t come easy. But my
tutor knew how to get past my internal barricades. The combination of his
demands and punishments cracked my shell, reaching my deepest hidden pleasure
spots.
    I knew that I would have to change much of what I’d done on
my thesis, but I didn’t mind. For the first time, I even envisioned finishing
it.
    Another text came in from Lex.
    “Get dressed and be ready to leave in thirty minutes. The
driver will be knocking on your door then.”
    I looked at the clock on my microwave and couldn’t believe
that hours had past since I’d first received Lex’s text about the website. The
day had passed quickly, my mind focused on work. I’d gotten everything done I’d
needed to do, and without my normal frustrating starts and stops. I closed my
laptop, stood up, stretched, and headed to my room.
    By the time I heard the knock on the door, I was vibrating
from head to toe, anxious to see Lex again.
    I opened my door and saw a different driver this time. A
woman.
    “Hello, Ms. Weiss.”
    “Hi. Call me, Mia.”
    The woman nodded and pointed to the limo. It was nearly
identical to the one that had come last night, except it was black and not white.
I climbed aboard, imagining it was a carriage taking me to the castle of the
king. I looked down at my outfit and giggled. Would I be the unknown princess
dressed as a lowly maid tonight? Maybe. But whatever Lex had planned for me, I
prayed it included his hand, and not another’s, on my ass.
    We went through the gates at the side of the club, and
again, Lex came out to meet me. Tonight, he wore jeans, boots, a T-shirt, and a
sport coat. My mouth watered as I watched him walk to the car from the side entrance
of The Cell.
    He opened the door, looking me up and down like a CT scan.
“Excellent.” 
    “I’m glad you like it, Sir.” I lowered my eyes in deference
to him.
    There were