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“
24/7
means being submissive to the Dominant at all times,” I said.

“
That's
correct.”

I sighed in relief.

“
Your
next term is age play.”

There was no way I
had forgotten that one. It had been a term I partially failed last
time Damien had quizzed me on it. That made it all the more
memorable.

“
Age
play is a scene between two people where one takes the mentor role
while the other assumes the role of the learner. Different scenarios
can be used to accomplish an age play session, though incest themes
usually aren't a part of them. It's more about the emotional
relationship between the two in regard to the age difference.”

“
That's
a bit wordier than I would have put it, but close enough.”
Damien nodded in approval. “The next term is auction.”

“
An
auction is an event where Dominants auction of their slaves and
submissives to other Dominants for a specified period of time.”

“
Yes.
Next word is bondage.”

I was becoming more
confident by the minute. Most of these terms he had quizzed me on
before. It was a lot easier to remember the ones I had been punished
for forgetting.

“
Bondage
is the use of ropes, chains, or any other apparatus to restrain a
submissive.”

“
Bondage
can be used for total restraint, or only to restrain certain parts of
the body,” Damien added. For a moment, I worried he was going
to count it as a half-right, but thankfully, he pressed on. “Your
next word is chastity.”

“
Chastity
involves the denying of the ability of a submissive to touch or
pleasure themselves via verbal command or a chastity device. The
submissive must remain chaste while the command is in place.”

“
Good
enough. Next term is consequences.”

“
Consequences
are the direct result of a submissive's behavior. If the submissive
displays bad behavior, the consequence is punishment. Consequences
are often decided by the Dominant beforehand.”

“
You're
only half right,” Damien said. “There are two kinds of
consequences, natural consequences and logical consequences. Natural
consequences occur as a result of our everyday actions and are
controlled by our environment. Logical consequences are those that
result from purposeful bad behavior as outlined by your Dominant.
Having said that, I'm adding five more minutes to your punishment
time for not knowing both types.”

Five minutes wasn't
as bad as ten. With only four more vocabulary words remaining, I was
doubtful my punishment time would be more than an hour, which was
making me oddly happy, considering the dismal situation.

“
Your next
word is discipline.”

This is another
two-parter.
“Discipline is the act of disciplining a
submissive to correct behavior. It is also about having control over
oneself.”

“
Discipline is
a type of training wherein the submissive is taught to obey through
various methods set forth by the Dominant,” Damien corrected
me.

Damn.
I was
almost certain I had gotten that one right. The punishment toll
increased yet again.

“
The next word
is dungeon,” Damien said.

“
A dungeon is
a place where BDSM furniture is kept and scenes are carried out.
Dungeons can be used for both punishment and pleasure.”

“
Good. Only
too more left.” He sounded almost as relieved as I was. This
was turning into a long game, and I was ready to take my punishment
and move on to better things. “Your next term is erotic
spanking.” Damien grinned lecherously, causing a blush to
spread over my cheeks.

This was a term I
was very familiar with—a term I quite enjoyed.

“
Erotic
spankings are those given for pleasure,” I replied confidently,
feeling a pulse between my legs from the memory of the erotic
spanking Damien had given me a few weeks back.

“
I didn't
think you'd forget that one.”

“
No, Sir. I
would never forget that one.” I smirked.

“
Your final
term is goals.”

“
Goals are
planned milestones that a Dominant and submissive come up with in
regard to the progression of a submissive's training. They can be set
and revised at the Dominant's discretion.”

“
Very good.”
Damien smiled at me, and I thought I saw a hint of appreciation in
his eyes. Perhaps he didn't think I had done so bad after all. “I
think you know what happens next,” he told me.

“
Yes, Sir. I
am to be punished for the questions I missed.”

“
You did
really well on your definitions. It's the positions you failed on
mostly. That's partially my fault for not making you practice them.”

“
If you don't
mind me saying so, Sir, most of the positions on the test were not
ones you typically require me to use.”

“
No. But I
would like for you to learn them, none the less. Perhaps we should
try to incorporate them more in our sessions. And just so you know,
there will be another test like this one before the end of your
training. At that point, you will be expected to have everything
memorized. If you don't, your training will be extended.”

My smile sank,
though it didn't quite make it into a frown. Six months was a long
time to learn all the positions. If I couldn't retain them by then,
then I really would be a fail as a submissive.

“
I believe
that's fair, Sir,” I said finally.

“
Good. Have
you brought the journal I requested you to keep up with?”

I cowered slightly
at the mention of it. To be honest, after signing the training
contract, I had forgotten about the journal completely. The thought
of more punishment was daunting though. Should I lie or tell the
truth?

“
I forgot it
at home,” I replied, opting for the answer that I thought would
earn me the least amount of additional punishment. “I'm sorry,
Sir.”

“
I'm adding
ten more minutes to your punishment time for forgetfulness. Bring it
with you tomorrow.”

“
Yes, Sir.”
I nodded.

Though dishonest, it
would be easy enough for me to make up journal entries for all the
days prior. While Damien might have cameras in his mansion where he
could watch my every move, he didn't have them in my house. No matter
how good he was at figuring me out, I doubted he would be able to
tell that the entries were all created in one afternoon.

“
Now it's time
for your punishment,” Damien continued. “Since today
should be a day for celebration, I'm not going to be too hard on you.
I want you to stand in the closet for the next forty-five minutes.
You can assume whatever position you wish while you're in there.
However, you have to leave your phone out here and remain completely
quiet.”

“
I understand,
Sir.”

I walked over to the
closet and opened the door. Inside were a few jackets that I had
never seen Damien wear. Carefully, I pushed them aside and squeezed
in with them, closing the door behind myself. Damien moved on the
other side of the door. Whether he left the room or not, I couldn't
tell, but it didn't really matter.

The next forty-five
minutes were spent in dark silence, and I was thankful I wasn't
claustrophobic or prone to irrational fears. I slid down the wall,
hugging my knees and resting my head, closing my eyes and trying not
to fall asleep.

Eventually, Damien's
footsteps returned and the closet door opened. He offered me a hand
to help me up. Then he sat me back down on the bed to discuss a few
more things before our kink session.

“
What are you
to do now?” he asked.

“
Thank you for
my punishment, Sir. I earned it for not knowing all of my submissive
positions and vocabulary words. Would Sir like for me to write
definitions for the words I missed?”

“
Yes.”
He seemed genuinely pleased. “Before you leave here today, I
want you to write down your schedule for me for the coming week. If
anything should change throughout the week, you will text me and let
me know. Now, I know this may seem a little invasive, but don't
worry. It will be very rare that I disapprove of your activities, if
ever. This is more an exercise in trust and learning to give yourself
over to me completely.”

“
Yes, Sir.”

In all honesty, I
wasn't really worried about it. I couldn't picture Damien going out
of his way to stalk anyone. More than likely, he'd take the schedule,
look it over, and not think anything else of it until he received the
next one the following week.

“
Remove all of
your clothing and Lay Down,” he said.

I did as I was told,
shedding my garments and folding them neatly before I assumed the
position on the bed. While I was doing this, Damien rummaged through
the chest of drawers, pulling out a red square pillar candle, a
lighter, and a candle holder. He lit the candle and placed it in the
holder, waiting for me to finish obeying his commands.

“
Can you guess
what we're going to do tonight?” he asked, glancing over at the
candle.

I had an idea. There
was only one reason Damien would have brought out a candle, and it
wasn't to set a romantic mood. My stomach twisted nervously, watching
the flickering flame.

“
We're going
to play with wax today,” I replied, making it sound more like a
question.

“
Mhm. You
forgot to call me Sir again.”

“
Sorry.”
I cringed, praying he wouldn't force me into the closet for another
round of punishment. “I mean, sorry, Sir.”

“
You're
impossible.” He shook his head. “Anyway, have you ever
played with candle wax before?”

“
No, Sir,
though I've seen it in music videos.”

It was sexy in music
videos. A hot chiseled guy would be laying shirtless, usually the
singer, and a gorgeous model would be pouring wax down his chest.
Those scenes had always made my pussy throb with excitement. I wasn't
sure what it was about seeing it that turned me on, but it was damn
appealing.

The only thing was,
I had never seen it done to a woman before. Always, it was a man on
the receiving end, wincing and looking yummy and just laying there
and taking it. I bit my bottom lip, thinking about it.

“
Chey.”
Damien drew my attention back to him.

“
Hm?”

“
You looked
like you were spacing out a bit.”

“
Oh, sorry,
just thinking.”
Thinking
deliciously wicked things.
How
about you let me pour it on you instead, like in the videos? I bet it
would look so much better on you.

He approached me
with the candle, and all naughty thoughts melted away, replaced by
the fear of pain. My mind scanned back to all the wincing expressions
I had seen in those videos. No one kept a straight face when the
drops of wax fell, which meant it couldn't possibly be pleasant.

Damien sat on the
side of the bed and held the candle over my chest. Instantly, I
sucked in. When he dipped it to let the wax fall, my fear got the
better of me, and I squirmed away, forcing him to jerk the candle
back up before it spilled its contents.

“
Stay
still,” he told me.

“
I
don't think I want to do this.” I cowered a bit.

“
Why
not?”

“
It's
going to hurt, isn't it?”

“
A
little bit. It will only hurt for an instant though. And it won't
leave any permanent marks. By the time the wax hits your skin, it's
not hot enough to cause any damage.”

“
A-Alright.”
I hesitated before settling back down on the bed, watching the candle
with frightened eyes.