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that ,” he said. “So tell me, Lady
Stubborn, what was the hardest thing you had to do downstairs?”
    She
thought. “Submitting in front of the men I didn’t know.”
    He
nodded. “I asked Master Aaron and Master Sean to help me keep you safe in case
anything we did proved to be a trigger for your PTSD. If you’d been truly
distressed in any way, they would have stopped the scene so fast it would’ve
made your head spin. Hell, I would’ve stopped it before they did. I know
it might not have felt like it, sweetheart, but your safety comes before
everything else.”
    She
nodded. She knew it, but it was still reassuring to hear him say it.
    “I
know the way the scene was set up was incredibly intimidating for you,” he said.
I also realize that, like most people, you have some issues with your body.” He
smiled. “ I don’t have any issues with your body, but I do understand that
those insecurities were confronted in a big, scary way.”
    “A lot of big, scary ways,” she corrected.
    “A
lot of big, scary ways,” he allowed.
    She
saw herself back there, standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but
a diaper, and stopped. “Was there really anyone behind that one-way window?”
    He
grinned. “Did you want there to be?”
    “No!”
She laughed, relenting. “I don’t know. Maybe. Just the thought was enough.”
    “It
usually is.” He wrapped one strong arm around her back, brought his other arm
up under her knees, and stood. He carried her to the end of the bed, and gently
laid her on her back. The blanket was still draped over her, though the room
was warm, like everywhere at The Hideaway. He sat beside her, and leaned over
to tuck a tendril of hair behind her ear. “Sam,” he said.
    “Yes,
Sir.”
    “I’m
going to examine you now, to make sure you’re all right, and that it’s safe to
continue. There’s something I intend to do for you tonight, but considering
what you’ve already been through, I need to be sure you’re not too sore for it
to be pleasurable.”
    “Thank
you, Sir.” She wasn’t sure what she was thanking him for, or whether she should
really be thanking him at all, depending on what he had in mind.
    He
stood up and disappeared off into a small room for a couple of minutes. He
returned with a small standard medical lamp, and a black bag that clanked when
he set it down.
    “When
we’re done here, I’ll take you into the shower and wash you,” he said. “This
examination is going to make you sticky again, and I know you don’t like that.”
    “Thank
you, Sir.” She lay quietly, looking up at the scrollwork at the corners of the
ceiling, as he began taking instruments and tubes from the bag. He grabbed two
pillows and put them behind her so that she could look down to where he was.
She put her blanket to one side, so that she was naked again. He moved away,
and to her surprise, pulled a mirror to the end of the bed.
    He
grinned at her look of confusion. “I know you like to watch.” He angled it just
so, and stood a little to the side. “Can you see?”
    “Yes,
Sir.”
    “Bring
the soles of your feet together, and let your legs fall open.” He gave her the
full force of his ‘dom’ voice, and she felt herself grow wet, and wetter still
as he snapped on a pair of latex gloves. He looked up at her. “You are to watch
everything I do. Don’t look away. Keep looking in the mirror.”
    She
nodded.
    He
put two fingers to her entrance, and his rubber gloves rustled as he pushed
into her with a strong, steady pressure.
    To
watch his gloved fingers disappearing inside her while at the same time feeling
the invasion and stretch, almost put her over the edge right then. He stopped
moving, waiting her out. She gasped in pleasure as the palm of his hand came
into contact with her clit and pushed hard against it to screw his fingers in
as far as he could. “Oh, Sir.”
    He
smiled, gently massaging and probing deep inside her while he reached between
her legs with his