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everything, but I try and be honest with you where it matters.”
    “I know you do. I really am sorry.”
    I kissed him softly, ending his string of apologies because they weren’t needed. He was a dick, for sure, but he was my dick. So forgiving him was easy.
    His kisses traveled down my neck, and the feel of his lips on my skin tore a small, broken sound from my throat. When he looked at me again, his expression was hot.
    “Would you have a session with me?” he asked. “Not now. In a few days. I’ve sort of got something special planned.”
    “Of course,” I said, reaching up for another kiss.
    “This is just a question at the moment,” he said as we snuggled together, “so don’t freak out or anything. But how would you feel about us switching?”
    “Like… me dominate you?” I asked.
    “Yeah.”
    I shrugged. “I don’t think I could.”
    “That’s okay,” he said quickly. “I’m not talking about a full-on session or anything. Just a little bit of domination and submission.”
    “If you wanted me to…,” I said slowly. “We’d need to really plan it beforehand, though. I couldn’t go into it blind.”
    “I wouldn’t expect you to, baby. We don’t have to do it at all. It was just an idea.”
    “Okay,” I agreed.
    After nearly four years of being his sub, there was definitely the risk of our sessions getting repetitive. We’d attempted to counteract this by not having them quite so often, with mixed results. Sometimes a “session” would consist of him throwing me over his lap while he watched American Idol and spanking me until I came. Or me sitting at his knee while he worked in the evenings.
    It was nice, sometimes, the way things progressed.

Chapter 3

     
     
     
    A FEW weeks later, I was waiting on my knees in our playroom when my Master decided to test me.
    “Go down to the bedroom and put on the outfit I’ve laid out for you,” he said, his fingers tightly gripping my chin as his eyes bore down into mine.
    “Yes, Sir,” I said.
    His request wasn’t unusual.
    The outfit was.
    Not that I would call it an outfit, per se. It was lingerie. Specifically, a delicate yellow satin-and-lace camisole, matching panties, and thigh-high stockings. There was a tube of soft pink lipstick next to it to complete the look.
    It was firmly in my Yellow zone, but I was intrigued enough to follow his instructions, dressing and then applying the lipstick. My slightly rough jaw made the entire ensemble look even more stupid, so I rushed to the bathroom to quickly shave it off.
    “You took your time,” he said as I reentered the playroom.
    “I’m sorry, Sir,” I said. I couldn’t help smirking. I wasn’t into this at all and I didn’t think he was either. If he had given me any indication of what he was planning, then maybe I would have had time to get my head around it. As it was, my headspace was wrecked and I was more than a little amused.
    He took one look at me and knew. “Kneel,” he commanded, sitting down on his high-backed spanking chair.
    I knelt.
    “Display.”
    It was good to follow instructions, but I accidentally caught sight of myself in a mirror opposite and couldn’t help but grin again.
    Master sighed. “If you want to safeword and end the session, Jesse, then do. This is new and different, but I want it from you. I want your obedience.”
    “Yes, Sir,” I said, chagrined.
    “Your attire has all sorts of connotations right now. It is humiliating, for sure. It is demeaning. I want you to know that you are beneath me, you serve me as I wish. Do you accept this?”
    “Yes, Sir.” It was slowly starting to make sense to me, and I felt a little sick at my previous response.
    He lifted the toe of his boot between my spread knees and nudged my cock. “Why aren’t you hard?” he demanded.
    It took some effort on my part, but after a moment of the hard leather caressing my balls through the pretty lace, my cock responded.
    “Good girl,” he praised me.
    I bristled,