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amused now, leaning back in his chair to sip his coffee calmly while I continue to stare at him in disbelief.
    “Would we have to go to the club again?” Again, I blurt out the first thing that pops into my head.
    “The Collar? Yes, probably. Sometimes. Is that a problem?”
    “It’s just that I don’t want to do things in public. I mean, when it’s only you and me I feel… I mean it’s…”
    He reaches across the table and takes my hand, turning it palm up to caress it with his fingertips. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want. I like to play in public from time to time, but I won’t insist on it if it makes you unhappy.”
    “So, where then? I mean, I live with Freya in Kendal…” I’m not entirely sure of the relevance of that, but my brain is on overdrive, hurling random thoughts around. I’m working hard to see how this would play out between us. As usual, I’m locked on to the details when it’s the major principles I should be considering. Will I or won’t I? Can I? Should I? I know that Dan works at the zoo in Cumbria and at Cartmel racecourse, so maybe he does live somewhere near to me. Always it’s the practicalities I hone in on.
    Dan chuckles. “Well, I suspect you’ll be living alone now. Freya’s moved in with Nick.”
    “Yes, she told me. But even so…”
    Dan squeezes my hand still lying between his palms. “Just say yes, love, and let me work out the kinks. Pun intended.”
    I gaze at him, and the silence stretches between us. He tilts his head, questioning, wondering. Hoping? And it’s that that settles it for me.
    “Yes. Yes please, Sir. I’d like that. I think.”
    “I think so too. I know I will. So, about your pubic hair…?”
    “My…?”
    “Well you started this. I prefer it waxed rather than shaved though. Less bristles that way.”
    “I’ve never… I mean, I don’t know how to…” I cross my legs instinctively. Waxing? There? Ouch.
    “It is possible to do a Brazilian wax yourself, but I think the first time it would be better to have it done professionally. That said, Nathan’s quite good at it.”
    “No! I mean, you wouldn’t…” It occurs to me he could insist, and I’d have to obey him. I’ve learned enough already to understand that’s how this works. Oh God, what have I done?
    “No, I wouldn’t. I doubt if he would either. Eva’d have his nuts in a vice if he so much as considered it. No, I suggest you ask Freya where she goes and book an appointment.”
    Thank God for that. “I see. Right, I will. Next week, when I’m back in Kendal.”
    “Good. So, little subbie, have you finished your coffee? Ready to go back to Nathan’s apartment and experiment a little more?”
    I nod, pushing my empty cup away. We stroll back out into the crisp morning. Dan takes my hand as we make our unhurried way along Clarence Dock.
    “Will you tie me to the cross? The one in the bedroom?” Now where did that come from?
    He glances at me, one eyebrow raised. “Would you like that?”
    I nod, hoping he’ll settle for that and not press me to elaborate. No such luck.
    “Front or back?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean, do you want me to whip your front, your breasts, your clit, or your back. I prefer the front, but that can be a little intense. And you are just a beginner…”
    I glance up, startled, my head again spinning as the vivid imagery unfurls. He winks at me, his expression amused, wicked, lustful. Despite my nervousness, I grin back. My pussy is moistening already. This ‘regular sub’ business could really turn out to be rather nice.
     
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    “Is that comfortable? Not too tight?”
    “I’m fine. I think.” I tug experimentally on the leather restraints securing my wrists to the two upper extremes of the St Andrew’s Cross. No give there. Dan crouches beside me to tighten the straps around my ankles. My legs are spread wide, the intent obvious. A good sign, I’m minded to think.
    Dan ordered me to strip as soon as we