than an orgy with a room full of strangers.â
âSir Logan isnât going to fall for your innocent act, Cassandra. Now, why donât you crawl back into the hole where you came from?â
Cassandra tossed her hair over her shoulder as she sashayed across the room and out the door. âOne day Iâm going to make you sorry. You can count on it.â
âYou can try.â Gracie slammed the door, then rested her back against it. âDonât let her scare you. She thinks sheâs a lioness, but sheâs really a declawed alley cat. Lots of noise but totally harmless.â
Danielle hoped her path wouldnât cross much with Cassandraâs during her stay. She had enough to worry about. âI have to be honest. A lot of what you were talking about went over my head. Itâs like listening to a foreign language.â
âIâll try and explain it in vanilla terms.â Gracie pushed off the door and resumed her spot on the bed next to Danielle. âLast night, Master assigned Cassandra to help one of the members with his demonstration. Shibari is a form of bondage, and one of its multitude of perks is the unique placement of the knots.â She emphasized the word âunique , â but Danielle still had no clue what it meant. âMaster requested that Sir Logan leave Cassandra unsatisfied.â
It may have been petty, but hearing it made Danielle smile. âWhy would he do that?â
âWho knows?â Gracie shrugged. âMaster always has his reasons. My guess is she needed a reminder we slaves are here to serve our Master. Weâre like nuns, only we wear less clothes and get to have sex.â She skipped to the dresser and lifted a silver wristband with a key attached to it. âThis is your trainee bracelet and your room key. Wear it at all times.â She slipped it over Danielleâs wrist. âIt lets the patrons know to keep their hands off unless Master says otherwise. Your training classes begin at nine every morning, Monday through Friday, and the club opens nightly at eight.â
âClasses?â Danielle swallowed hard, the subtle weight of the band around her wrist making everything more real. She was really going to train as a sex slave.
âFirst thing youâve got to learn is safety. No one goes on the floor without that first class.â Gracieâs voice went from playful to serious before Danielle could blink. âYouâd be surprised how much there is to learn about what makes up the requirements of âSafe, Sane, Consensual.â Youâll get enough tomorrow morning to enter the club tomorrow night, but the class runs through your three-month-long training program. Then youâll get classes on protocol, technique, and of course the labs, which are where you get to try out everything.â
Danielle reached behind her, grabbing the items sheâd acquired from Cole. âIâm supposed to redo my questionnaire, and to be honest, I donât know how I feel about some of these things.â She motioned to the form. âThereâs a few obvious ones I know I wonât try, but others . . . â
Gracie plucked the form from her hand. âThe ones you refuse to do are your hard limits, and the ones youâre not sure of are your soft limits. For example, fire play and anything to do with bodily fluids are a couple of my hard limits. Needles have always terrified me, but not enough to keep them off my list, so when I first got into the lifestyle, I checked them as a soft limit. Now needle play is a favorite of mine.â
She winced at the idea. âNeedleâ and âplayâ were two words she never thought would go together. Definitely a hard limit. Perusing the rest of the questionnaire, she stopped on some of the more confusing items. She couldnât help lowering her voice to a whisper. âWhat about . . . same sex? How do I know?â
Gracie curled her hand
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