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“
Good.
Shall we go look over your training contract?” he asked, giving
my shoulder a gentle squeeze before moving to sit up.

“
Mhm.”
I nodded, standing to follow him into the living room.

The paperwork was
waiting for me on the coffee table, the same as usual. I picked it up
and looked it over, noticing that a new set of vocabulary words had
been placed on top of it.

“
Did
you finish your definitions?” Damien inquired.

“
Yes,
but I left them out in the car.”

“
Yes,
Sir,” he corrected me. “You've got a lot of corner time
coming for that constant slip up, if I remember correctly.”

I groaned
internally. Why did I have such a hard time calling him Sir?

“
So
do you want me to get my definitions first, punish me, or have me
sign this contract?”

He thought for a
moment. “You can give me your definitions before you leave.
Read the contract first. If there are any changes that need to be
made, then you won't sign it until tomorrow because it will have to
be revised. Afterward, we'll worry about punishment.”

“
Yes,
Sir.” I straightened the papers, moving the vocabulary list to
the back to focus on the contract.

At the top, it said
Training Contract. Below, the verbiage was pretty much the same as
what I had received in the contract of consideration, except for that
this contract addressed things specific to my training instead of my
consideration. Aside from that, there were only a few minor changes,
mostly involving the level of discipline I'd receive, an increase in
assignments, which included keeping a detailed journal of my sessions
with Damien and my feelings towards my submission, and the
expectations of higher standards. I was also to turn in my schedule
to Damien once a week, not that he didn't already know it, and
basically inform him of where I would be at all times. When I got to
the last page of the contract, which listed my hard and soft limits,
I didn't know if I should smirk or be angry. Damien had moved most of
my hard limits to the soft limit area. Crafty bugger.

“
No,”
I told him, lifting the page, so he could see and pointing directly
at the list of soft limits.

He frowned. “Chey,
I really want you to try those things. Just once. If you don't like
them, we'll put them back on the list of hard limits.”

“
You
tried to trick me with this. You should be the one punished.”

Damien's mouth
twisted into a grin. “Alright, you got me there. Part of me did
hope you wouldn't read it.”

“
That's
horribly horribly wrong of you. Is it normal for a Dominant to be so
deceptive?”

“
No,”
he admitted. “And I know it was wrong. Is wrong. But you're
really missing out if you don't try those things.”

“
I'm
well aware of that. Stop being a bad Dominant. Move then where they
belong, or I don't sign.”

Though I was a bit
upset, the whole flow of the conversation was playful. It was amusing
to see he'd resort to such trickery to get what he wanted. Then
again, he had tried to slip his cock in my butt a few times, so maybe
I had given him too much credit. Damien could be a sneaky one.

“
Fine,”
he said, standing up and leaving the room.

For a moment, I
thought he was actually mad that I had seen through his little
scheme, but then I decided it didn't matter. He should have known
better, and he would certainly get over it.

Damien returned
minutes later with several items in hand: a piece of paper, a chain
collar, and a small box. He only handed me the paper and then went to
sit back down. When I looked at it, I noticed it was a revised list
of my hard and soft limits, with everything in the right place.

“
You
anticipated I'd find out,” I muttered.

“
I
did.”

“
I
feel like I should read this whole thing again, just in case you
slipped something else in there I don't approve of.”

“
Nothing
else is out of the ordinary, I promise.”

I gave him a
suspicious glance. “If it is, can I punish you?”

He laughed. “You
really don't trust me that much?”

“
Not
after this.” I flicked the contract.

“
Chey,
I promise. There's nothing else sneaky.”

“
Good.
Give me a pen then. I think I'm ready.”

“
Are
you sure you don't want to discuss any of the stuff in there first?”

“
I'm
sure. I think I can handle this.”

“
Alright.”
He pulled a pen out of his pocket and handed it to me. When we had
both signed the contract, he offered the chain collar to me. “Take
off your collar of consideration. This is going to be your new
training collar.”

I tried not to frown
as I took it from him. The thing was thick and heavy in my hand, and
I knew it would be nowhere near as comfortable as the leather collar.
Part of me wanted to ask if I could just keep the one I had, but I
knew that wasn't how this worked.

Fastening it around
my neck signified the next step in our relationship, and despite the
fact I didn't particularly like the training collar, putting it on
did fill me with a strange sense of accomplishment. Things were
progressing as they should. Six months in training, and I would be
getting my formal collar—the wedding ring collar. Damien Reed
would belong to me, and I would belong to him in a very official
sense. That was all that mattered.

My heart sped up as
Damien offered me the box. For a moment, I hesitated, fearing my own
reaction. No matter what was inside, I could not show disappointment
or seem ungrateful. As my Dominant, Damien could make me wear
whatever he wanted.

When the lid came
open though, relief rushed through me. The collar inside looked more
like a piece of costume jewelry. A braided strip of black leather
formed a choker, bound at the back by a small padlock. Attached to
the front of the collar was a silver infinity charm inlaid with white
rhinestones.

“
It's
. . . lovely,” I said, pulling it out of the box and then
looking under the lining for a key to the padlock.

“
I
have the key,” he told me.

“
Do
you want me to put it on now?”

“
No.
It will only be used for when we're out in public together.”

“
Like
when we go to the munch?”

“
Yes.”
He paused, “Do you know what that symbol is?”

“
It's
the infinity symbol.”

“
That's
correct. I chose it because I hope we'll be together for eternity.”

I swooned at his
words. In a fit of emotion, I crossed the space between us, wrapping
my arms around his neck and giving him a gracious kiss. He looked
genuinely shocked by my actions.

“
I
love it,” I told him, feeling suddenly childish for my dramatic
reaction to his words.

Damien smiled warmly
at me. “I'm glad.”

I slipped back over
to my side of the sofa and placed the collar carefully in its box,
admiring it for a moment more before I closed the lid.
A symbol of
Damien's love, or at least his desire for us to be together.
Strangely, I could hardly wait to wear it.

“
Now
that the fun part is over, it's time for your punishment,” he
said.

In that moment, I
was so stupidly happy I didn't even care. Nothing was going to ruin
my mood.

Damien continued,
“Since I did kind of try to deceive you, I've decided to be
merciful. Technically, with all of your recent slip-ups, you've
earned about an hour of punishment. I'll reduce your sentence to
thirty minutes though, and even give you a chance to reduce it
further.”

“
Thank
you, Sir,” I said gratefully, setting the box down on the
coffee table.

“
I'm
going to ask you two questions about your previous vocabulary words.
For each one you answer correctly, I'll subtract ten minutes from
your punishment time. However, if you get one wrong, I'll add ten
minutes, so instead of being punished for thirty minutes, it will be
for forty minutes. If you get them both wrong, you'll be punished for
fifty minutes. If you get them both right, you'll only have to endure
ten minutes. If you get one wrong and one right, then you'll be back
at thirty minutes. Do you understand?”

“
Yes,
Sir.” I nodded. While I understood, it didn't seem like much of
an improvement if I lost. What was it with Damien and all these games
he liked to play?

“
Your
first word is auction.”

Maybe he was taking
it easy on me. This word, I remembered.

“
An
auction is a meeting where Dominants get together to auction off
their slaves and submissives for a specified period of time,” I
replied with confidence.

“
Very
good. Ten minutes down. Now your punishment can't be more than thirty
minutes. Your next term is black sheet party.”

I took a deep
breath. This one was a bit more difficult. “A black sheet party
is a party for those into the BDSM lifestyle,” my answer
sounded more like a question. I couldn't help but feel like I was
leaving something important out.

“
No.”
Damien shook his head. “A black sheet part is an orgy for
people who are into BDSM.”

Damn.
Oh
well, thirty minutes was still better than an hour.

“
Cheyenne,
I only give you ten words at a time to memorize. Is it really that
difficult?” He arched an eyebrow at me.

Here was the
degradation I had grown to expect. Damien was in full Dom mode now. I
could see it in his eyes.

“
Sir,
please do keep in mind that I have a full load of college work I also
have to concentrate on during the week.”

“
I
do keep that in mind. It's why I give you only ten words instead of
fifty to memorize.”

Holy crap.
Would he actually expect me to memorize that many in a week? It
wasn't impossible, but seemed a bit excessive. I hoped he wouldn't be
upping the load during my holiday vacation.

“
I'm
ready for my punishment, Sir,” I said, bowing my head
respectfully. The sooner it was over with, the sooner with could get
on to things that were more fun, like perhaps a round two in the
bedroom.

Damien pulled
something from his pocket. I stared at it curiously. A tennis ball.
What did he plan to do with that?

He held it up, so I
could see it. “I want you to take this over to the wall and use
your nose to keep it in place against the wall. No hands. Each time
you drop it, another ten minutes gets added to your time. Do you
understand?”

You've got to be
fucking kidding me.
There was no way I was going to be able to
hold that thing in place for thirty minutes. What happened to him
being lenient?

“
Sir,
if you may forgive me for saying so, I don't think I'm going to be
able to accomplish this task without dropping the ball several
times.”

He handed the small
thing over to me. “Think of this as a lesson in your bodily
discipline. You'll get better at it with time.”

I scowled. “But
what if I drop it fifty times?”

“
Then
I hope you're prepared to spend the night. To the wall with you.”
He waved me away dismissively.

While I had wanted
to spend the night with Damien almost since I had met him, this
wasn't exactly what I had in mind. Grudgingly, I took the ball and
headed over to the nearest wall, not even looking back to make sure
the place I had picked pleased him. With a sigh, I positioned the
ball against the wall, then pressed my nose to it, refusing to let go
until I felt certain it wouldn't roll away.