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swallow.
    “Kneel up.”
    She forgot to cross her legs at her ankles. He moved behind her and grabbed her ankles, putting one over the other. His motions weren’t gentle. “Remember this,”
    She nodded.
    From this position, his legs, with his polished boots filled her line of sight. How was it possible that, within less than a day, he consumed her thoughts, her actions?
    “We’ll try this a couple of times, allow you to practice before I start to punish you for being remiss.”
    “Punish?” her voice sounded a bit squeaky.
    “Punishment is very instructive, kneel.”
    Her movements were awkward as she moved from one position into the next.
    “What’s the most important thing you need to keep in mind?”
    “That master is visually oriented,” she said. “And he likes to look at his sub.” Even if she didn’t like to be looked at .
    “Good girl.”
    Her cheeks were red.
    “Again,” he told her.
    He put her through her paces a least a dozen times before finally relenting and saying, “Kneel up.”
    She placed her hands behind her head, and pulled back her shoulders to lift her breasts. Master Zachary crouched behind her to cradle her breasts in his palms. “Look at yourself,” he told her.
    Marnie was shocked at the person, her, in the mirror.
    Her hair was in wanton disarray. Her eyes were wide, but she didn’t look as unattractive as she feared.
    The sight of his large hands holding her breasts was a turn-on like she’d never experienced.
    He flicked his thumbs across her breasts, abrading her nipples and making them stand erect. “See what I see,” he told her. “See the gorgeous, submissive woman who wants to please her Master.”
    His hands were large and her breasts appeared small as he cupped them in his palms.
    His skin tone was a few shades darker than her own, and the contrast seemed stark.
    Startling her, she noticed the same adoration in her eyes as had been in Susanna’s last night. Even if she protested, Master Zachary could see the truth of what she really wanted.
    More than ever, she knew she could not hide from him.
    “You see it, don’t you?”
    She nodded.
    “No matter what your mouth says, your eyes, your expression, the way your body responds to me tells the truth.”
    Releasing her, he stood.
    He filled her vision as he towered over her. Desire and disbelief collided and skipped through her. He’d claimed her as his sub.
    “I’ll expect you to practice your positions each evening before going to bed and immediately upon arising. I want your motions to be fluid. I want you to stop worrying about your weight and focus on being pleasing. Do you remember Esma’s motions last night?”
    “She makes it look easy.” She’d never even needed more than a cursory glance from Mistress Beverly to know what was expected of her. “I never realised there was so much involved.”
    “Sub didn’t realise there was so much involved.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Esma has had a lot of training for her motions to be so effortless, just as you will receive. Present, sub. Show me your body.”
    She swallowed. He hadn’t made her do this one yet.
    Unsure, she concentrated. The more she concentrated, the more she was aware that her motions were abrupt, rather than smooth. A bit awkwardly, she got on her hands and knees, then placed her head on the tiled floor and stretched her arms in front of her. She splayed her fingers wide. The floor was cold and unyielding, and not being able to see Zachary made her nervous. She’d already started to rely on some visual clues, she realised, and adjusted her behaviour accordingly.
    But now, she was on display.
    She felt his hand on the small of her back, forcing her to arch more.   Her arse was higher in the air. She’d never really exposed herself like this before. Doing it for him felt naughty, made her aware of her femininity, made her aware of her submissiveness.
    “Wider,” he told her, using his booted foot to move her knees apart more.
    She