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my shoes. I collected all of my belongings, throwing them into my bag before he could register what was going on.
    “What are you doing? We aren’t done.” He was right; we weren’t done. Pulling out my cell phone, I took a picture of him naked, his chin covered in my cum and his hands bound.
    “Now we’re done.” I untied him just to be nice. Originally, I was going to leave Brent tied up and humiliated for someone to find him.
    “That’s it? You just wanted me to eat you out?” He looked pissed, wearing deep lines across his forehead and his still stiff erection swinging as he tried to follow me from the room.
    “Yep, that’s it, slave. Don’t text or call me anymore unless you want your girlfriend to have this photo.”
    “What... I... what the hell?! I want you! Please don’t leave,” he begged, and maybe if it were another person, I would have graced him with the privilege of having sex with me. Looking at his naked body and thinking of how desperate he was earlier only turned me off. I already got what I came for.
    “Bye, Brent.” With my bag in hand and my confidence higher than ever, I walked out of the gym, vowing never to return.
    I skipped down the stairs and out into the street, gathering my cell phone to make the call to Kyle. He answered on the third ring.
    “Hello?”
    “It’s done. I did it. Oh my God... I can’t believe it!” I told him, feeling as if I were on a cloud.
    “Good work, Sam. Send me the evidence. You are now a mistress. Congratulations.”
    I wanted to scream to the world. I was a mistress, and Brent was my first slave.
    “Thank you, Kyle, for all your help.” It was because of him that I felt like this. He took a low self-esteem woman and turned me into the confident mistress that I was today.
    “You did this, Sam. This is your victory, not mine. I’ll let everyone know and get ready for your initiation” He congratulated me and got off the phone.
    As I sent him the picture, I wanted to scream to the heavens. But most of all, I was ready to get started. I wanted to control someone and make them submit. Like the wine I drank, I was now addicted to this lifestyle.
    Being a mistress was all I wanted to do, and I was ready to get started.

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    T he Dom Den was filled to capacity tonight. A week after my final test with Brent, I was finally “graduating” to mistress status. Bodies were everywhere, crowds forming to see the festivities; drinks flowed, and good conversation filled the room. There was a celebration of a new mistress coming to the Den, and everyone came out for my induction.
    I stood in the middle of them in a black silk robe. I wasn’t sure what to expect from this meeting. Kyle said I would thoroughly enjoy myself, so I anticipated nothing but good things.
    I eyed Kyle now, and he winked at me. I remembered what he’d told me weeks ago.
    “I am your trainer. This isn’t romantic; I’m not the loving type.”
    I appreciated that, but my growth didn’t revolve around loving anyone right now. I just wanted to love me, and somehow, through all of this, I had learned how to do just that. I winked at him, showing him my appreciation.
    Right now, I wanted to be free, and being a mistress was me getting my freedom.
    I saw Mistress Diana walking towards me from the corner of the room. At that moment, all of the music stopped. The chatter in the room subsided as she walked across the floor towards me.
    I hadn’t seen her since that night that I was introduced to the Den, but she looked even more beautiful now than she did back then.
    “So, you are Samantha,” she said, walking around me and looking me up and down.
    “Yes, Mistress.” Rules always required that you show proper respect. I did just that as I knelt down to one knee and lowered my head.
    “How may I serve you, Mistress?” I did as I had been taught. All of the teaching from Kyle and the weeks of observing had brought me here.
    “You may stand now,” she said, stopping in front of