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hands on her stomach, then unlaced them and dropped her arms to her sides. The subs she’d seen at Master Theodore and Susanna’s house always seemed to know what to do with their hands. They stayed still. Some of them even seemed serene. That word definitely didn’t describe how she felt.
    He returned and placed several items on the counter. She tracked his every motion with her gaze.
    “You have several magazines,” he said. “BDSM ones.”
    So much for privacy. “Yes,” she admitted.
    “And nipple clamps.”
    Why was admitting all these things so difficult?
    “They could use some weights on them. I’ll see to that.” He regarded her. “Problem?”
    “Sub likes the pressure of the clamps just as they are.”
    “And was sub asked her opinion?”
    “No, Master.”
    With every glance, with every word, he reaffirmed his dominance. As if she could forget.
    He disappeared again, and then returned with a full-length mirror that was usually hung over the bedroom closet door.
    He adjusted the kitchen door, then hung the mirror over it.
    From her peripheral vision, she could see herself. The sight was disconcerting as she catalogued every one of her flaws.
    He walked very close to her, making her feel very small, very dominated. When he stopped in front of her, his crotch nearly against her face, she noticed his cock was hard. That made a frisson of power skip through her. He might be the Dom, but he was every bit as turned on by her as she was by him.
      “There are several positions I expect you to know,” he said. “In the absence of any other command, I expect you to kneel, specifically, to kneel up.”
    “I am.”
    “More or less,” he agreed. “Less, rather than more.”
    “Then…?”
    “By kneel up, I mean I want your hands behind your head. Arch your back slightly so that your breasts are thrust forward.”
    She complied.
    “More.”
    She was more aware of her body and the way she used it than she had been before. She was happily aware of her Master’s approval.
    “Better.” He nodded. “Knees slightly farther apart. Cross your ankles.”
    She remembered Esma from the night before. The sub had naturally assumed a similar position when her Mistress stopped to talk to them. Her throat dry, Marnie realised Master Zach may expect the exact same behaviour from her.
    “When I issue the command to kneel down, you’ll be a bit more relaxed. Hands at your sides.” He nodded, and she followed his unspoken command. “Rest back a bit, so your thighs are on your calves. On your haunches, as it were. Ah…not quite. You’ll want to practice that for a little more grace. And you’ll want to remember that I want to see your pussy, so keep your thighs a bit farther apart.”
    He expected her to remember all this?
    “When you’re sitting on a piece of furniture in future, even at work, never again cross your legs.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “When I tell you to sit, I expect you to sit on the floor, with your legs tucked slightly behind you.”
    “My head is spinning.”
    “Sub’s head is spinning.”
    She frowned.
    “When we’re having a scene, you’ll refer to yourself as the sub or the slave, in the third person. Try again,” he snapped.
    “Sub’s head is spinning, Master.” Even to her ears, the words sounded strange.
    “When I tell you to lie back, I expect you to be on your back, on the floor, with your legs drawn up, your hands on your knees to keep your legs apart.”
    “It sounds…”
    He waited.
    “Like a lot to keep straight.”
    “On all fours means something very specific to you, sub. Your back will be arched slightly so that your arse is a bit higher in the air. And when I order you to present, you’ll modify the All Fours position slightly to have your head on the floor, your arms stretched in front of you, knees spread as wide as you can get them, your arse way in the air. You’ll be wide open for a plug, for inspection, for fucking.”
    She couldn’t even