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my life I had been complimented on my looks.  At 5’ 6” I’m perhaps a tad short, but with super high heels I’m okay.  My weight rarely fluctuates, never less than 120 lbs, never more than 125.  My boobs are a large B/small C.  My nipples are well defined as the color leans toward brown versus pink.  They respond well to treatment or sensation of any kind, which has been both a blessing and a curse.  On cold days or in an air conditioned room they perk right up, poking through any type of material, bra or not.  The slightest touch by a man or woman, and they protrude immediately as if inviting further use. My ass is firm and round. Indeed I’ve been blessed with a nice figure, but I work at it too with a mix of cardio, stretching, yoga, and resistance training. I’m cleanly shaved which I maintain attentively. My hair is light brown, with blonde highlights. While I’ve been approached about modeling (sometimes randomly in a restaurant or at the beach) I never had any interest in pursuing that. I’ve always been adamant about maintaining my anonymity.  Perhaps I was foreshadowing my role as a whipping bitch where being anonymous is an asset. Models draw too much attention to fly under the radar.
    I didn’t want to overdress for our coffee, so I picked out a vibrant new outfit I’d recently purchased at Banana Republic.  Like many women I have an unnecessarily extensive wardrobe, including of course , a ridiculous assortment of shoes. I like looking my best whenever I can, and I must admit I do enjoy turning a few heads. With just a hint of mascara meticulously applied, I was good to go.
    Over a latte Lewis told me more about the network, including its history and evolution.  It was quite interesting. The group was initially formed in the late 1990s, with a dozen or so founding members. Those original members now form the steering committee that collectively makes all decisions. There are 48 (secretly) registered clients who are not themselves members, but rather are considered affiliates. Every client is thoroughly pre-screened.  These screenings include checking police records, reviewing medical records, verifying financial stability and employment, conducting reference checks, and last but not least - all prospective clients are interviewed in person by two of the network's founding members. Even then, each new client has a probationary period during which he or she cannot use a submissive privately until they’ve been observed in action on at least a few occasions.  All of this due diligence has resulted in a flawless record to date.  While many of the discipline sessions are quite extreme, no submissive has ever been abused against her will, or permanently harmed in any way. 
    In terms of the submissives, there are five subs currently active, myself included.  Four are female, and Kevin Dailey is the sole male.
    Similar to the clients, we submissives are not considered official members. Since we pose no danger, we don’t go through an extensive screening process.  Instead for our own benefit and safety , we are regularly interviewed by our sponsor (obviously Lewis in my case), and annually by the network steering committee, as was being scheduled for me today.
    The more Lewis told me, the more intrigued I became. I was going to meet and be interviewed by a few of his contemporaries.  How cool is that?   I had mixed feelings about Lewis being absent for much of the interview.  In a way, I wanted him there. I did not have a single negative word to say about Lewis, and I wished he was there to hear me tell the others how much I adored him. On the other hand, I was unwittingly falling in love with Lewis, and I was worried this might not be looked upon favorably. Perhaps it was best he not be there.
    Lewis scribbled a name onto a napkin and told me I was expected at the Four Seasons at 2:00.
    Once in my car, I regretted my casual Banana Republic clothing selection. I assumed the interview would