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The submissive will use a safeword/signal to communicate her boundaries, ensuring they are maintained at all times. (see attached lists of sexual preferences and limits)

The submissive will be honest with the Dominant at all times to ensure he can effectively meet her needs. If the submissive is found to be dishonest, putting her training in jeopardy, the Dominant is within his rights to immediately terminate this agreement without further discussion.

The submissive agrees to trust the Dominant within the bounds of this training agreement, and will obey his rules in accordance with a consensual Dom/sub relationship.

The submissive will respect the Dominant at all times, unless the terms of this agreement are breeched.

4. Consent Between Both Parties

I, ______________, as The Dominant, have read and understood this contract in its entirety. I accept the submissive’s submission in a consensual training agreement.

Signed: _________________

Date: ___________________

I, ______________, as the submissive, have read and understood this document in its entirety. I agree to submit to The Dominant in a consensual training agreement.

Signed: _________________

Date: ___________________

With everything completed and signed, I move on to entering all of the relevant information into my Club V profile. When I’m done, I type out a quick message.

Me: I’ve completed everything, Sir.

It’s a few minutes before he answers.

Sir: Good girl. And naughty girl. You’re supposed to be sleeping.

Me: I’m sure you’ll find a way to punish me the next time we meet.

Sir: You can count on it. Tomorrow, I’ll send you my profile so you can get acquainted with my preferences and limits. Should you have any questions, message me. Once you have all the necessary information, you can set a date for our next meeting, little one.

Me: Can’t you send it now?

Sir: Patience is a virtue. You’ll learn. Go to sleep.

Me: Ugh. Fine. Goodnight, Sir.

Sir: Goodnight, little one. Dream of me.

My heart takes flight at his tender words. Can I dream of a man I’ve never seen? Maybe he is my dream because I have never seen his face. As I burrow beneath the blankets, arousal gives way to something much more sinister—something akin to affection. I fall into a fitful sleep, plagued by a knight in shining armor, unafraid to wield his sword and have me beg on bended knee. He wears a mask, and yet I know it’s him.

Sir’s profile was enlightening. He has a wide variety of tastes. Some I’m hesitant to learn, and others I will gladly and whole-heartedly submit to. We’ve set a time for our next date. That sounds so pedestrian. It’s not like we’re grabbing dinner and a movie. We are going to perform explicit, kinky acts on one another, with me submitting to his every whim.

My day has been grueling, to say the least. I’m overworked, underpaid for the hours I put in, and most definitely underappreciated by my boss. He has this way of talking that makes me feel one inch tall sometimes. Today was one of those days. I missed something, and I knew as soon as it happened. It was fixed in a matter of seconds, but he chewed me out in front of my coworkers, and I hated every second of it. I’m counting the days until I can leave and work somewhere else.

All that gets me through the day is knowing I’ll speak to Sir before I go to bed. He’s seen my profile by now, and I hope he’s pleased with what I’ve written. There’s a part of me that worries he’ll judge me for the acts I want to try, and maybe he won’t want me after reading it. I know that’s ridiculous—he’s a Dom. He wants to participate in this with me. To teach me how to please him.

I’m lost in thought as I grab my jacket and purse to head home, only to find one of my colleagues staring at me. “What? Do I have something on my face?” I swipe at my cheeks.

“No,” he says with a voice so smooth it should be illegal. “You seem different lately.”

“Do I? Nothing has changed. Work, rinse, repeat. You know the drill.”

He crosses his arms, eyeing me with a stare that makes me uncomfortable. Is it written on my forehead? Kinky slut.

“I don’t believe you. You’re getting laid. I can tell. You have that pep in your step.”

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