Page 7 of The Brotherhood

Your training begins today.

My lessons are designed to

strip away who and what

you think you are and

replace it with what

I demand you to become.

Each day, you will receive a text from me.

You will obey it.

Every evening, you will

tell me why I chose the test.

If you are correct, you will

spend the night with your King.

If you are not, you will spend

the night with your Dominus.

Your King desires your excellence.

Your Dominus demands it.

She wiped the tears from her face, hating how childish she was being. She really wanted to spendonenight with her King. Not that she didn’t love her Dominus with all her being but… her kingdesiredher excellence. And she clearly wasn’t being excellent. He didn’t say or imply that she was disappointing him in any way, but that’s what it amounted to in her mind.

Her Dominus was an exceptional punisher or corrector, but she really longed more each day to experience her King. Even though her Dominus was… Mercy. His corrections from the very first night tingled through her bloodstill.

Her assignment had been:

'Go to the library.

Take the book from the top shelf on the far right.

Open to page 42 and write down the first paragraph exactly as it appears.

Then, remember it.'

The task was performed correctly, but her answer to why he’d requested that— ‘To test my submission’—was not.

And the correct answers to all the questions would come after all were complete.

Her discipline had been being blindfolded with whispered commands, all requiring her to see with her hands.

‘Kiss me.’

He didn’t say where and she’d started at his chest.

‘Lower. Slower.’

At his cock he whispered,‘There. Don’t move.’

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