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without permission. Treat everyone with
respect. Ask before entering the room. Always call Damien Sir. Use
proper titles for the other Doms and Dommes.
    For all of my practicing though, by the time I got to Damien's
doorstep that afternoon, I was no less nervous. Part of me thought I
wasn't ready for this, but it was too late to turn back now. This
afternoon would be a true test of everything I had learned about
being a submissive. I was certain that if I screwed it up, my
punishment would be severe.
    Damien opened the door looking no different than normal. As silly as
it was, I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever see him in leather. He
had changed my perspective about the BDSM lifestyle on a lot of
fronts. What I had imagined in my mind was far from the reality of
things.
    “ Are you nervous?” he
asked as he led me into the classroom.
    “ A bit, Sir,” I
admitted, taking a seat on the bed.
    “ Don't be. I'm sure you'll do
fine.”
    “ You really think so?”
    “ I wouldn't have planned this
if I didn't think so.”
    “ What if I screw up though?”
I cringed at the thought.
    “ You won't.”
    “ How do you know?”
    “ Because we're going to do a
lot of practicing. By the time everyone gets here, your actions and
reactions should come natural.”
    His words did help to ease my nerves a little.
    “ So, what do we do first?”
I asked.
    “ First, I want you to take off
all of your clothing except for your underwear and your . . .”
He looked down at my black ballerina flats. “Those won't do.
Let me see your underwear.”
    I blushed at his request, though I wasn't sure why. It wasn't like
Damien hadn't seen me in my panties dozens of times already.
Obediently, I pulled down my skirt, revealing the black lace panties
beneath. They were a mix of practical and sexy, with a solid front
but a see-through backside accented with a cute little bow.
    Damien nodded approvingly. “Finish getting undressed.
Everything but your underwear. I'll be right back.”
    He exited the room, leaving me wondering if we were going to have a
kink session before the guests arrived. While the idea made me all
hot and bothered, I really felt like I needed all the time to
practice I could get. Regardless, the choice wasn't mine. It was
Damien's rules, and we'd do whatever he wanted.
    While I waited for him to return, I finished undressing and folded my
clothes to place them on the chest of drawers. If I'd improved on
anything since being Damien's submissive in training, it was
definitely learning how to fold dress clothes. They didn't always
come out perfectly, but he rarely complained or punished me for it
anymore.
    After several moments, Damien returned with a shoebox. He opened it
up, revealing a pair of shiny black six-inch stilettos. I grunted at
them, realizing I'd probably be wearing them for the entire party.
Hopefully, I'd get a foot massage as a reward if I did well for the
afternoon. It looked like I would be needing one.
    “ Are they the right size?”
I asked, silently praying they weren't.
    “ You're a nine and a half,
right?”
    Damn. “ Yes.”
    “ Put them on.”
    I did as I was told, setting the box aside as I slipped into the
shoes. They were, not surprisingly, uncomfortable. New shoes usually
were.
    “ How long is this party going
to be, Sir?”
    “ However long people feel like
staying,” Damien replied, assessing my attire one final time
before turning to the chest of drawers to open it.
    I didn't like that answer. It was so inconclusive. However long could
be anything from one hour to all night.
    Chains rattled in the drawer as Damien rummaged through it. When he
turned back to me, he had several sets of restraints in his hands as
well as a thick leather collar.
    “ Take your training collar
off,” he told me. “You're going to be wearing this
tonight.”
    Damien handed me the new collar and then knelt to place cuffs on my
ankles. I watched him with apprehension, now completely confused
about what was going