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showing you off as it is about
socializing.”
    His words sent a proud blush to my cheeks. If Damien was asking this
of me, then it meant he thought I was ready for it. That filled me
with confidence. Maybe I was doing a better job as a submissive than
I had thought.
    “ Are you ready to go over your
vocabulary words?” he asked.
    I nodded, taking the Teach position on the bed, even though it was
completely unnecessary.
    “ Your first term is golden
showers.”
    Something you'll never do to me. A strict hard limit. “ A
golden shower is when urine is used for pleasure. The term
specifically describes being peed on or peeing on someone else for
humiliation or pleasure.”
    “ Very good. Your next term is
handkerchief codes.”
    “ Handkerchief codes are used
at play parties and other BDSM events where you might not know
everyone around. Handkerchiefs of various colors are worn to silently
signify what you're into.”
    “ You're thinking of
handkerchief codes as they apply to gay leather clubs.” Damien
smirked. “Handkerchief codes are far less extravagant at BDSM
events. You can wear a handkerchief of any color of your choosing.
Wearing the handkerchief on the left side of your body indicates
you're a top. Wearing it on the right side of the body means you're a
bottom.”
    “ Punishment?” I flinched
away from the word.
    “ Yes, punishment, but not
until we're done. Your last word is harem.”
    “ A harem is when one Dom has
multiple submissives.”
    “ Multiple submissives serving
one or more Doms,” he corrected me.
    Damn, a half-right. Why was I so bad about getting those?
    Damien continued with a sigh, “You've earned fifteen minutes of
punishment for not studying. I would add onto it for your continued
insistence not to call me Sir, but we both know how effective that
would be. I'm really not sure what I can do to make you say it all
the time, at this point.”
    “ You could just be satisfied
that I say it some of the time, Sir,” I suggested, though I
knew it probably sounded smart.
    Thankfully, Damien just grinned at me. “I suppose. It's better
than nothing.
    “ For tonight's punishment, I
want you to stand on one leg for fifteen minutes. Any time you lose
your balance and have to set a foot down, the count starts over.”
    I groaned internally but nodded before standing to begin my
punishment. By the grace of God, my balance was superb, and I made it
the entire fifteen minutes without falling over, though the foot I
had been standing on felt half-crippled by the time I was able to
take my weight off of it.
    With my punishment complete, I thanked Damien, recited why I had been
punished, turned in my journal and definitions from the previous
week, received my new set of vocabulary words, and headed home. The
entire drive was consumed with so many thoughts, mostly about the
party. What exactly would he expect me to do? Would the blonde woman
be there? I supposed I'd have to wait until the following day for the
answers to those questions.

Serving

    It was hard to keep my nervousness at bay with Damien's words echoing
in my mind, “This party is as much about showing you off as it
is about socializing.” Every move I made would be a reflection
of his training skills as a Dominant. I knew it was important for me
to be perfect.
    Not only did I want to do well for Damien's sake, but I wanted to
show the blonde woman that Damien and I were in sync. He belonged to
me now. Our relationship was seamless, and he had no need for her in
his life. I wasn't sure how she had been as a submissive, but I
wanted to be better, or at least fake that I was.
    When I wasn't busy cleaning the house or doing homework, I would
practice my submissive positions, go over my vocabulary words, and
try to anticipate the things that would be expected of me at the
party. The rules of social interaction played over in my head like a
broken record. Damien is the most important person in the room. Serve
Damien first. Don't speak