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cut her ass again, and again, but somehow, with her eyes on the handsomest man she’d ever seen in her life, Alexis found herself able to tolerate the blows. She began to breathe more deeply, her tightly-clenched muscles easing as she imagined that the man could see her, even though she knew he probably could not, being out in the sun as he was.
    Still, he kept his gaze toward the window, and she kept her gaze on him, drawing strength and courage from his handsome visage, her cunt moistening as she drank in the masculine curves of his body. Would he be her trainer?
    Please, please, please, let him be my trainer.
    Suddenly Alexis felt Mistress Miriam’s cool fingers tracing the welts she had raised along Alexis’s ass and thighs. When the hand slid between her legs, Alexis gasped, but maintained her position. She looked again at the Greek god still leaning back against the side of the pool, and imagined it was his hand touching her pussy, probing her entrance, sliding over her clit.
    When Mistress Miriam began to rub and tease her, Alexis kept her focus on the man in the pool. The caning, though it had hurt like hell, had aroused Alexis, as all erotic pain did. That arousal, along with the vision of the man in the pool, and the realization that a gorgeous, dominant woman was touching her, all combined to make Alexis tremble and moan, teetering suddenly on the edge of an orgasm.
    She felt Mistress Miriam moving closer, her small breasts touching Alexis’s bare back. Her perfume was intoxicating, her touch a velvet heat at Alexis’s cunt.
    “Come for me, Alexis.”
    She did, keeping her eyes on the handsome man until they fluttered shut in the last throes of a powerful orgasm. She sank to her knees in front of the chair, her body shaking, her heart beating fast, her breath ragged in her throat.
    When she finally regained enough control to pull herself upright, she turned to face Mistress Miriam, who was seated once more behind the desk, the cane back in its place beside the flogger.
    “You’ll do,” she said, a small smile playing over her lips. “Sit down and we’ll go over the contract.”
    With a glance at her clothing, Alexis settled gingerly on the edge of the chair, her ass still smarting from the cane. Mistress Miriam pushed a piece of paper over the desk toward her. “This is the contract. Take your time. Read it carefully. It basically gives us full discretion to train you as we see fit. The minimum stay is one month, and by signing the contract, you give up all rights and control. You will become a compound slave, and as such subject to the dictates and control of every Master and Mistress here. You will be assigned to a specific trainer, who will have primary responsibility for your training.
    “Once training is deemed complete, if you’re interested, there is a significant market of Dominants interested in procuring trained sex slaves and submissives for their own use. You would be amply compensated, if that’s a route you choose, and the fees for placement are handled by the Master who procured you. Otherwise you are free to return to your life. Some slaves choose to remain on The Compound after training, if there’s a place for them.”
    Mistress Miriam smiled. “But I’m getting ahead of myself. First things first. Read the contract. Take your time. Just be aware, once you sign, there’s no going back. You are committed to the month, with no recourse to leave the program. I’ll give you a few minutes alone. Can I bring you something? Coffee, a cold drink?”
    Alexis swallowed, her mind reeling with what she was about to do. “Water would be good,” she managed, realizing she was in fact quite thirsty. She picked up the single page, trying to focus on the words. She couldn’t resist turning back toward the window, but the man who had been swimming was gone.
    She read the terms of the contract, which were as Mistress Miriam had stated. If Alexis signed, she basically agreed to give up all