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“Yes, Sir.”Nerves twisted her stomach.“I know it’s unusual, but I found that if I hit a point where I need to use my safe word, what I end up saying is stop.”

It was probably her biggest failing as a sub, and admitting it to a new Dom always made her anxious.

He paused to consider.“Very well.Have you tried the stoplight method?”

“Yes, Sir.But like I said, when I hit the point where I need a safe word, remembering to say red just…isn’t possible.”

“Then I’d like to use what we’ll call the stop sign method.”

“Sir?”

“If I ask you how you’re feeling, you say go to indicate everything’s okay and I should continue.Stop means stop.”

Laney smiled, feeling hopeful and the beginning of that wonderful floaty feeling she could only access through submission.“I like that, Sir.”

“It doesn’t give us a slowdown word.”

“I could say slow down.”

“You could adapt the stoplight method, which conveniently has red, yellow, and green.”There was censure in his words, and Laney started, staring down at her toes.

“But,” Master Morton continued, “a high level rope scene is not the time to test out or experiment.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He walked to the wall and grabbed several small hanks of nylon rope.

“The purpose of tonight’s scene is for me to learn your capability and limits when it comes to rope-play, and also to plan for tomorrow’s public scene.”He set all but one of the bundles of rope on the table, then unraveled the chunk he still held in a quick, practiced motion.

The bright red glossy nylon spilled on to the thick rubber mat underfoot.

Master Morton looked her up and down.No desire, no heat, just calm assessment.

Laney was wearing what she always thought of as a standard sub uniform—a black corset and thong.The corset wasn’t a heavy one that could be used for tight lacing, so really it was more of a corset-style top.The back was elastic rather than grommets and lacing, with hook and eye closures in the front.

Her ass was completely bare thanks to the thong, but she was more covered than she would have been in a bikini.Still, she had to lock her muscles to keep from fidgeting and worrying as he looked at her.Master Morton’s expression gave her no indication what he thought about her body.

He flicked the rope, causing a bubble to slide along it.She watched, a smile almost breaking through.

Master Morton cleared his throat and she stilled, attention going back to his chin.

“Laney.”

Ohhh, Dom voice.She’d thought he was using his Dom voice before, but now it was deeper, even more commanding.Her body and mind responded, transitioning further into subspace.

“Yes, Sir.”Her reply was soft, words not a question but a statement of acknowledgment.

“Take off your clothes.”

Joni was exciteduntil she saw the body bag.

She stopped three feet from the bed and stared at the body bag laid out on it.

“No fucking way.”

The handsome Asian man leaning against one of the four bedposts let out a surprised laugh.He’d been looming there, looking stern and Dom-y, but the laugh transformed him.It was a genuine, infectious laugh that invited others in and made people smile.He was instantly 200% sexier, and he’d been sexy to begin with.

Joni looked from him, to the body bag, and back.His sexy laugh mitigated, but didn’t erase, her concern.

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