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By *es not the Messiah OP Man
4 days ago

3rd rock from the sun

It had been a while but I had found somewhere I enjoyed hanging out. The club seemed to have a good mix of people covering the whole D/s spectrum and a relatively even mix of both sexes and preferences.

I spent my the majority of the time kneeling on an empty cushion in the chat circle but away from most of those there just observing. I wasn't looking for anything new but did enjoy being around people with the same interests and dynamics. I always remained polite and respectful when addressed although my sass did eventually slip out with a few that I had interacted with a little more.

I had seen this Miss around several times during the first few months but I have never engaged with her directly. I did notice that she always had on a black pencil skirt or pants and a crisply ironed white blouse. It certainly made her stand out in the crowd. I had never really spoken with her other than polite greetings.

I don't know how long it had been but one day i happened to notice a dark green leather bound notebook sitting on the arm of her chair. It couldn't have been more than a small diary size but had as far as i could see 4 coloured tabs on the pages. I didn't think much more about it as she may just have had it with her before coming along that day.

I did notice over the next few weeks that the notebook made an appearance on several occasions. Some days it was on the arm of her chair other tucked into the pocket of her blouse. I must admit it did intrigue me. I had no clue what she was using the notebook for. On the first occasion i noticed her writing in it I saw her writing something in one of the later divisions in the book, closing it then slipping what looked like a small pencil into the binding before placing it on the arm of her chair again. I had no clue at this point that I was the subject of the notebook.

The weeks passed and I noticed more notes being made at what seemed like random times. Normally it was while the club was busy and there was a lot of conversation going on including interaction from myself.

One day on my arrival to the club the place was packed. Most of the chairs and sub cushions were taken. I stepped off to the side and stood quietly. I would never take a place on a cushion next to a Miss without first gaining permission and the way everyone was sitting there was always a Miss next to any spare location.

I don't think I was standing there long before the Miss caught my eye. There was a free cushion to her right with a free chair to the right of that.

"Please feel free to use this cushion Heather" she said motioning with her hand towards it.

I hesitated for a second before asking if she was sure.

"I am sure Heather. We cant have you cluttering the place up making it look untidy" came her response. Her voice carrying enough authority to make sure i did as she instructed. I noticed a couple of the other Mistresses look across at me after hearing her words.

I quickly walked around the outside of the circle and stepped forward kneeling down on the cushion. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as my knees hit the soft fabric. Feeling the material wrap around my knees as i pressed into the cushion a strange nervousness came over me. I couldn't explain it. Maybe it was just because this was the first time here that a Miss had instructed me to do anything. I have been next to a Miss before but she had always taken her seat after I was already kneeling. Something about this just felt different.

I was there a few seconds when i noticed she had pulled the notebook from her breast pocket and was turned away from me the book on the left armrest of her chair making a note on one of the pages. Closing the notebook and putting the pencil away in the books spine she lifted it across to the right armrest and sat with her hand on the the top of it.

I could just see the edge of some gold lettering embossed into the front cover but couldn't read what it said. We both remained quiet not engaging with each other but we were both taking to the other people present. A few of the other Mistresses were giving me the occasional glance. They seemed to be looking at me more than normal. Maybe I was just imagining it. My nerves getting the better of me. I didn't notice but i was fidgeting on my cushion moving around a lot more than i normally would.

I don't know how long I had been there or moving as i was when her hand moved from its position covering the notebook and came to rest on my shoulder her fingers sliding under my hairline and running down the back of my neck. I couldn't help myself I froze in place.

"Relax Heather" came her whispered words. I couldn't. I know I had revealed this tell of mine during a discussion night at the club but I had forgotten that she had been in attendance that night and she had taken notice of it.

Her fingers started to slowly caress along my spine, my head instinctively dropped forward. I looked round at her sitting there with a slight smile on her face. Thats when I saw it. It was my name in the gold embossed lettering on the front of the notebook. My body froze again.

"Something wrong Heather?" her words quiet against the general chat

"no Miss i stammered"

"Good. I would hate to think i was making you nervous Heather" she said with a slight chuckle "oh and Heather its Ms not Miss" She knew that despite my answer she was making me nervous. I am sure she could feel it through the tips of her fingers

I just nodded in acknowledgement. I kept glancing at the front of the notebook. Why was it my name? What was it for? What were the sections of the book for? so may questions running through my mind.

Her hand still resting on my shoulder. It wasn't a comfort to me at this moment it just made me feel worse. I started questioning if i should stay here or make a quick exit. Looking around the room i caught several of the other mistresses smiling at me. Did they know something I didn't?

I shifted my position and just looked to the floor in front of me "calm down Heather" i whispered to myself. closing my eyes i just focused on my breathing long deep and slow tuning out the conversations in the club, desperately trying to calm my mind. I didn't need to know about the notebook or its contents. I didn't know her or her me, I told myself. I was just imagining things. Her hand resting on my neck a reminder that it wasn't my imagination.

Slowly I got myself back under control. My body relaxing, my mind calming, my breathing slow and regulated. Thank god for all the coaching on stress management I had gone through at work. This was the last place i expected it to help me though.

I had no idea how much time had passed when i finally felt her had leave my shoulder. I instinctively looked round to see her stating to stand. turning to face me she picked up the notebook and held it by her side. "please come with me Heather. we need to talk"

The nerves returned instantly on hearing her words. She started to walk off. I to this day don't know why but I stood and started to follow her through to a quieter corner of the club where there was private seating with coffee tables arranged in groups of 2 or three. She walked over to one away from everyone else and sat down placing the notebook on the edge of the table, the bottom edge of the book neatly in line with the edge of the table. I missed that she had placed it very specifically that way although i was unaware of that at this moment.

"Please Heather kneel" came her words carrying the same tone as her instruction for the cushion earlier. I was slowly starting to realize that she had an innate sense when it came to using the tone of her voice to control others. I obeyed with out thinking. I knelt there this time in front of her my eyes looking to the floor at her feet.

"I know you are wondering why you are here Heather and what the notebook is for" The commanding tone in her voice for the moment had gone, replaced by something quieter and softer.

I looked up. "Yes Miss I am" i whispered my nervousness not allowing me my normal vocal range.

I realized as soon as the word Miss left my lips that I had made a mistake. "oh Heather I thought you were going to be better than that." her words harsh. Leaning forward and picking up the notebook she opened it to the last section and started writing a new entry. once finished she placed the notebook back where it was but this time open at the page. My eyes followed her hands as she did so and rested on the open page as she sat back in her chair.

"What does the entry say Heather?"

I knelt up slightly and started to read it allowed. I read out todays date and the approximate time then the comment that i had failed to address her properly after being instructed on it not 20 minutes previously. The next line of the entry stated no punishment at this time as it was the first time that I had been asked following her instruction.

"You were lucky this time Heather. Normally that would have earned you a demerit."

I couldn't take my eyes from the page in the book. We both sat quiet for a few minutes. She was letting me absorb the fact that this notebook could spell a lot of trouble for me.

"I guess you would like me to explain the notebook Heather?

"Yes Ms I would" this time managing to remember her title. a smile flashing across her lips as i said it.

"well Heather these notebooks are something that I started using a long time ago in this lifestyle when new submissives take my interest. I use it for four main things Heather. Hence the coloured sections.

"section 1 the blue tab is just generally about you. age, sex, orientation, preferences and TELLS" she said putting all her emphasis on the last word. "section 2 the green tab is around your behaviors. Those ones that match with mine. Section 3 the orange tab is your miss behaviors. Things that i would need to work on correcting if you became mine. There are several things to work on there Heather" her voice stern. My eyes had dropped and i was again looking down to her feet.

I feel her hand come in contact with my chin lifting my head so i am looking at her. "The last section Heather, the red one is your demerits. That section would have earned you several serious punishments by now and no they would not have been fun for you" one again the commanding edge is back in her voice. I once again feel a shiver run down my spine.

"I have a task for you Heather".

"Yes Ms"

"You are to leave here for the day and take the notebook with you. You are to study it all but especially sections three and four. If you wish to go forward with this you are to return and kneel here tomorrow and place the notebook back on the table. I will return at some point and we can discuss what happens next" her tone soft but still with an authoritative edge. "If you do not wish to pursue this you can keep the notebook which will signal your decision. Do you understand Heather?"

"Yes Miss I do" again i know instantly i got it wrong. her eyebrow instantly lifts.

"I will pretend that I didn't hear that this time Heather. I know its your nerves talking" Looking down at me her lips pressed no sign of a smile.

"Until tomorrow Heather" she says as she rises from her seat. "Do not disappoint me Heather" come her words as she walks off back to the main club space.

I kneel there for a little while my eyes on the notebook. What do I do now i ask myself. I stand picking up the notebook and closing it. I take a deep breath then start to head for the exit.

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By *es not the Messiah OP Man
4 days ago

3rd rock from the sun

I won't continue it then

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By *ICKED WILLYMan
3 days ago

Buckinghamshire

I’d love to hear more about Heather’s decision and how she progresses with her training… 👍🏻

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By *es not the Messiah OP Man
2 days ago

3rd rock from the sun

Part 2

I sat there curled up on my sofa both hands holding the hot cup of tea, the notebook resting on the coffee table in front of me its bottom edge lined up with the edge of the table just like Ms had placed it. I don't know if this was a conscious decision I made when placing it down. My mind was trying to wrap its self around what had happened today and what may be contained in the notebook in front of me.

Placing my cup down on the coaster next to the notebook I pucked it up. Holding it in me left hand close to the binding the fingers of my right slowly tracing over the embossed gold lettering of my name. I had always let people know who I was when they requested but I didn't even know her name. I kept thinking back to try and remember if anyone had ever addressed her as anything other than Miss. I really should have payed more attention to when other's addressed her in the chat. Maybe that would have given me something to go on.

I slowly open the notebook and flick through the cover pages to find the first entry and start reading the notes.

"Basic Information -

Heather

Submissive Female

Late 40's - actual age tbc.

Bisexual."

Turning the page i see the following notes on the facing pages.

"Likes - (from response to open chat at the club)

Restraint

Being Displayed - Humiliation??

Cage play

Orgasm denial

Limits - (from response to open chat at the club)

Scat,

Age Play,

Restraint for longer than the rp without consent,

Permanent marks."

I read the words on the page wondering if I had really given all that away in public chat at the club. I had attended a couple of discussion evenings at the club where everyone was encouraged to participate and to be honest without fear of comment or being shamed. I spend a few moments thinking over what Ms has written. They cant be that bad or open me up to anything to serious. can they?

I turn the page and see that the next one is blank. "ok" I think to my self with a slight sense of relief. I run my finger down to the green tab and open the notebook to the first page of this section. What did she say this section was? I look at the title. Ah yes Behaviors. Again there are a couple of entry's over the first double page.

"Posture -

Normally when in public she remains upright and attentive to her surroundings. She kneels patiently with her hands normally clasped on her lap but does laps or fidget when nervous and/or aroused. "

How could she tell about that? I had never openly shared about my arousal when in the club. It must have been her years of experience with submissive's that gave her that insight.

"Dress -

Displays a wide range of outfits with varying levels of exposure. Seems to have an extensive wardrobe of play wear which hints at deeper and darker kinks or fetishes. This may require some exploration and some control over her attire in public settings."

I shiver reading this. how can she tell? Am I that obvious? Do I reveal to much, physically and mentally with how I dress? The questions keep running through my mind. I have never known someone to be able to read me like this from just observing me before. I squirm in my sofa and realize as I do that its exactly what she mentions. I take a deep breath and turn the page

"Attitude -

For the most part open and pleasant but with a hint of a brat about her. Has been questioned about this by others and claims its just sass and its just how she is. Energetic when engaging with others during conversation. Does seem to have quite a dark and wicked sense or humor.

The more i read the more unsettled I feel. More questions come to mind with each passing moment. I sat the notebook back on the table and picked up my cup of tea. Taking a sip of the cold liquid i realized how long I had been reading and thinking about what was written and i was only half way through.

I put my cold cup back down and pick the notebook up again fearful of what i may read next.

I turn to the orange tab and start reading through the next few pages. The first couple seem to be just duplicates of the good behaviors but with extra notes

"Posture -

Needs trained not to break her upright posture in public irrespective of her feelings. She needs to learn that her posture reflects back on her Domme. Privately seeing her break posture when nervous could be a nice thing to play upon, a trained trigger?.

Dress -

Control of her public exposure unless being displayed will require training. She needs to dress respectfully round her Domme in public and understand again that her appearance affects how others see us both.

Attitude -

Major work required here as her sass is not acceptable. Brat's are not tolerated privately nor publicly. She does seem to use this as a defence against people getting to close. Deeper trauma that may need explored and corrected? Will probably require a good deal of training.

Personality traits -

Suspect that she has an addictive personality when she is receiving something that she enjoys. Shows signs that she will push and chase the giver to get more of what she craves. This will need work but can also be used against her.

She is hesitant around others when given instructions. Is this just because of the situation of being given the permission with no previous interaction. Remains to be seen.

Kinks and Desires -

She seems to display tendencies towards some deeper kinks that she will require being pushed to get her to admit and accept."

I sat there stunned. The more i read the more uneasy I feel with the whole situation. Training? Pushing boundaries? isnt that what i want with a Domme but is she the one or would it just be to much for me? I need to get this over with. I quickly flick to the red section at the back of the notebook. In a moments clarity the meaning of colour coding dawns on me. the green/amber/red of a traffic light. the Good, the intermediate and the bad. How did i not see that before?

I start to read through what is a basic list of items and dates. Each entry giving a brief description of something I did or said with a severity rating next to it. The last two entry's are from earlier that day. the first is my slow response to Ms as she instructed me to take the cushion by her side with a (low) rating next to it. the second related to me addressing her wrongly with the note that it was the first time since being instructed on how to address her with a (none) next to it..

I closed the book and placed it back in position at the edge of the coffee table. I sat there for I don't know how long. My mind racing as I tried to come to terms with the fact that I had been watched so closely over the past few months. What should I do now I thought to myself.

Eventually I felt myself start to tire. The experience taking its tole on my mind and body. Picking up my tea cup i left the notebook where it was and went to bed. Hopefully a nights sleep would bring some clarity to the events of the day.

I woke the next morning not feeling any different to how i did the night before. My mind had more questions than answers. I again sat on the couch and read through the notebook again before sitting it back down. I felt so conflicted. Is she the one that could give me what i craved. Would she give me what I wanted or would she push me and mold me into something more? What should I do? I got up and started my day. I had several hours before the club opened in which to try and decide.

Just after lunch I showered and dressed. I picked clothing that seemed more in line with what she wore, a long black skirt and alight blue blouse. A pair of black court shoes finishing the outfit. heading down to the living room I picked up my bag and the notebook. the question of was this the right decision flashed through my mind as my fingers touched the book to pick it up. Holding it secure in my hand I left the house heading to the club.

It was a short drive and I arrived just after opening time. Dropping my belongings in a locker I walked out to the main club area and made my way to where we sat yesterday. I carefully positioned the notebook on the edge of the table as she had done yesterday.

I knelt down on the cushion in front of the table. The nerves washing over me again. Closing my eyes I tuned out the noise of the club concentrated on my breathing desperately trying to calm my mind and body. I do not know how long I remained here. I slowly regained my composure and drew myself up into the desired posture. I couldn't have her see me slouching when she arrived. Clasping my hands lightly in my lap I opened my eyes to have a look at the book.

It was then I saw her sitting there. My pulse raced.

"Hello Heather. Its good to see you".

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By *inky grandadMan
2 days ago

Spain

Excellent read and looking forward to more 👍🔥🔥

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2 days ago

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By *es not the Messiah OP Man
2 days ago

3rd rock from the sun

Part 3

"Hello Heather. Its good to see" Came her words.

I didn't hear her arrive of take her seat. How long had she been there? Had she seen me slouching, preparing myself?

"Cat got your tongue girl?"

"No Ms. Sorry. I didn't hear you arrive" I look up at her as i respond.

"I was here before you were Heather. It was interesting to watch you prepare yourself for this." Reaching forward she picked up the notebook and opened it to the red section then pulled the pencil from the binding. "You did earn more demerits though" she said wickedly before starting to write in the book.

She finished writing and placed the book back on the table open at the page. I sat still looking up to her not looking at the book although i desperately wanted to. She sat smiling back at me. I am sure she could see the conflict in my eyes.

"You may read the entries Heather" I wait a second making sure that I have permission "Now girl" she snaps seeing my hesitation. I look down a the page. The first entry follows the usual format date, time and location, then the description. " arrived promptly but took several minutes to adjust herself into a tolerable posture. 1 mark" the second entry read "Failed to address me on my arrival. 5 marks"

I looked back up to her. "Pass me the book girl" she said with a commanding tone in her voice. I quickly picked it up and passed it to her making sure the bottom edge of the book was towards her. Taking hold of the book she started writing a third entry then handed me the book back. "Read the entry then place the book down"

I took hold of it and partially turned it towards me so i could read it. "Hesitation to follow a command. 1 mark". I quickly read then carefully placed the book in position on the table.

"your not doing very well this afternoon are you Heather?"

"No Ms, I'm not" I said softly the weight of the fact that I had earned 7 demerits in just the first few minutes of our engagement hit me hard. My mind was quiet but had now started racing. I didn't notice but my posture started to slip. My back started to curl and my head drop.

"Posture" she snapped at me, startling me causing my to instantly sit back up.

"Control at all times Heather" she said commandingly. "I will let that slight slip go though girl on account of your attire today. You have obviously thought about your outfit and picked something you felt would please me" she commented as she reached a hand forward and smoothed out the corner of the collar on my blouse. "It will be a white blouse from now on Heather. That is my preference"

"Yes Ms. I will acquire some at once Ms" comes my reply.

"Good girl. I see you are a fast learner" she commented smiling down at me "You have a lot to learn so that will be a benefit to you. Do you have any questions?"

"Yes Ms I do. more questions than answers though at the moment Ms"

"Go on."

"I think my biggest question Ms is why me?"

"Well Heather that is a very pertinent question. I am not like a lot of the Domme's here. I work very differently to them. I hold my submissives to a much higher standard and tolerate a lot less from them. A lot of the sub's here get away with things that I personally would never allow. You have shown me two major things in your behavior here that have made you stand out from them. You have not been drawn in by several attempts by mistress's here who's true dominance i would question. I am yet to tell if that is just you looking for something more or just a lack of interest in them. The second is that you display signs of looking for something darker or better than is on offer from most here. That does overlap with what I like and require. How do you feel about that Heather?"

I take a second before replying "I must admit Ms that i had not noticed the approaches from the other Mistress's as I am not actively seeking a dominant at the moment. You may be right about the darker aspects Ms. I have been thinking through a few things that seem to be less mainstream."

"Well Heather that is a conversation for us to have another day. Pass me the notebook please."

I reach my hand over to the book lifting it and passing it to her making sure to present the bottom of the pages toward her. She makes a quick note then flicks back in the book to the green section and does the same before passing it back to me. I take the book and look up waiting for permission to read the entries. "Go ahead Heather" she says with a nod.

I turn the book towards myself and read the entry "Appears to be honest in her answers when being questioned" a small smile comes to my lips as i read that. I quickly turn to the red section and find the new entry. "Honesty when questioned. -1 demerit" Seeing this entry causes my smile to grow as i realize that my good deeds can override bad ones. This was something that up to this point had not been told.

I relaxed slightly but made sure my posture didn't slip. I knew she was watching my every move. I kneel quietly facing her waiting. "Now Heather I know that this is sudden. I do know you were not expecting this engagement and you will need time to adjust. There are some rules that we need to put in place going forward."

"I understand Ms." I respond my voice soft and quiet.

"Rule 1, You must always address me as soon as I arrive or you do if you arrive later. Rule 2, your current attire is the default attire but with the white blouse for any time we have meetings arranged unless I notify you beforehand of an alternative. Rule three, your current kneeling pose is also the default pose and should be in front of me facing me or by my side if we are in the main public areas. Rule 4, relates to your time here. When you arrive you are to remain here. Rule 5, you are only to engage in public conversation with others with my consent. You are not to venture to the main room unless in my presence. Do you understand these rules?"

"Yes Ms I do."

"There are going to be more added to this list as we progress on this journey Heather. We will discuss those as we progress." she said a slight smile on her face. "Come Heather lets go people watch"

Standing up she starts to walk away down the stairs to the main public room. I quickly rise lifting the notebook and closing it and follow her downstairs. Walking the perimeter of the room she takes her normal chair and gestures with her right hand for me to sit to her right. I walk behind her chair and kneel on the cushion. I look up at her and carefully place the notebook on the arm of her chair. She smiles. "Well done Heather. I wondered if you would remember the notebook. I am glad you passed that test". She then opened the book in the red section and started writing. Before closing the book and returning the pencil to the binding she lifted the book letting me see the page and what had been written. "Successfully remembered the book when left -1 demerit"

"I smiled and straightened my posture slightly more. most people wouldn't have noticed this slight movement but she did.

"Well done Heather" came her soft words barely audible above the conversation in the room. We spent the next few hours in silence. She engaged in various conversations but I wasn't permitted to talk until it came time for her to leave for the day. We said our goodbye's and i returned to the cushion in the up stair seating area before leaving for the day soon after.

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By *es not the Messiah OP Man
21 hours ago

3rd rock from the sun

Part 4

Before we parted that day Ms took the notebook from me one last time and wrote something in the front cover of it. She handed it back to me then told me that I am to take care of the book from now on. I am to bring it with me any time we have anything arranged and that if any damage should come to it I would be made to regret it. She also told me that she had put her contact details in the front and that I am to message her my contact number at 8pm prompt tonight.

I replied acknowledging that I understood and that i would.. We parted company for the day just after that and went our separate ways. I carried the notebook carefully as if it was a presious child not wanting any harm to come to it.

Once home I opened the front cover to see what she had written, it listed her name, home address and mobile phone number. It also had a note saying that the notebook and the person holding it belonged to her and any issues with either should be reported to her immediately. Has I missed something? Did I now belong to her?

I grabbed my phone and added her as a contact straight away. I checked the time. 6.32. Do i send the message now or wait. Even the thought of contacting her away from the club had me on edge. What does this woman do to me? I decide against sending the message though i do write it and save it as a draft ready for later.

The next hour and a half seems like an eternity to me waiting for 8pm to come round. I am sitting curled up on the sofa with a hot cup of tea in front of me, my phone in hand watching the clock waiting just to press send. I don't want to be late sending it nor do I want to send it early. The thought of getting such a simple task wrong is really getting to me though i don't yet understand why.

8pm. I hit send the instant the clock rolls over then just sit looking at my phone wondering if i was going to get a response and when. It was only 2 minutes later when my message alert went off. 1 new message with her name. I almost dropped my phone in my rush to open it. "Thank you Heather. I will contact you soon".

Was that it? was that all she was going to say? Do i message again? I felt myself curling up on my sofa, I put my phone down on top of the notebook next to my tea. I didn't want it now but just looked at the steam rising from its surface as if i was watching my soul leaving my body.

How could this woman that i hardly knew be able to make me feel like this. The questions still filling my mind with no real answers. I reread the message several times that night before going to bed. Had I done something wrong? Should I have messaged her back?

I spent the next few days jumping between the need to message her and the thoughts of the trouble that it would cause if I did. On several occasions I drafted a message only to delete it again. The week passed slowly.

I was sitting at home on the Thursday night curled up watching some random film on the TV when my message alert went off. Picking up my phone and unlocking it i noticed it was exactly 8pm. I saw the message from her in the banner and opened it.

"Club, Saturday, 2pm, default attire but bring a spare blouse" I sat shocked. no greeting, no warmth just a set of demands. I replied with a simple "Yes Ms". I wanted to say more in the message but i thought the better of it. A few seconds later a second message "Good Girl". I felt relieved. I had done something right. the stress of the past few days released by those two simple words.

Friday came and went quickly. I spent the day smiling which is more than i can say for the rest of the week. Knowing I was seeing her tomorrow seemed to make life easier.

I woke Saturday morning and spent the morning bathing, shaving and making myself presentable. I don't know why this wasn't a date i was going on but something in my mind thought that this was the best thing to do. I got dressed in the black pencil skirt, stockings and a crisp new white blouse with white lace underwear beneath it.

Carefully packing another blouse into my bag i left for the club.

I arrived about ten minutes to two and signed in as normal. I had a quick look to see if i could see her name on the register but as yet it wasn't there. I quickly stored my belongings and made my way to our normal table taking my place on the cushion and adopting the upright posture required immediately not knowing who could be watching and not wanting to earn any demerits today.

I waited and waited for what seemed like hours before i saw her walk into the club space. I smiled as she strode towards me. She was dressed in virtually the same as me but with a black waist length jacket still on her upper body and knee high black leather boots.

As she approached and was maybe 10 steps from me i greeted her "Good afternoon Ms".

"Good afternoon Heather. I trust you are well?"

"yes thank you Ms I am. How are you?

"I am good thank you Heather. Please follow me" came her command. she turned on her heels and headed for the stairs down to the main area. I was slightly taken aback by this I had wrongly assumed we would be talking a little first. I quickly rose grabbing the notebook and followed her down the stairs. As she reached the bottom she turned to the left towards the private rooms rather than right to the main public area. I froze at the bottom of the steps.

As she reached the door to the private rooms she turned and looked to me. She didn't need to say anything to me. The look in her eyes said it all. We both knew I had just earned a new demerit for hesitation. I quickly moved again making large strides to catch up with her as she walked down the corridor between the private rooms before entering the last one on the left.

I had seen this room before when I had my tour of the club when I first arrived but never been inside before. The room was relatively small with a chair similar to those in the main public area in one corner. Along the side wall there was a table with several sets of restraints, crops, paddles and canes for use by anyone in the club. There were several attachment points around the walls so sub's could be restrained and finally in the far corner opposite the door was a frame where subs could be suspended.

I stood just inside the door frozen to the spot. Ms was standing to the side of me watching. She pushed the door to causing it to slam shut making my jolt. "Thats two demerits for hesitation now girl,. Kneel"

I did as instructed and dropped to my knees. I instinctively raised the notebook and offered it to her. She didn't take it straight away just spent a few moments walking around me as if examining me. She stopped in front of me and reached for the notebook. Taking it from my hands "Heather from now on I expect the book to be presented and received by you by way of you offering it to me with both your hands placed flat side by side as if cradling the notebook"

"Yes Miss" I reply quietly. I instantly know i have slipped up.

"Thats three now girl. I had hoped you would be better than that" She turned and walked across to the table placing the notebook down before picking up a set of leather restraints and returning to stand in front of me. "Wrists please Heather" the commanded. I raised my wrists and she made quick work of putting the restraints in place. "Stand" came her instruction as she took a step back and pointed "back against the wall over there please Heather"

I stepped across to where she pointed and she followed me and quickly secured my wrists to an anchor point just around waist hight. Stepping back from me she smiled. "Today Heather we will hopefully achieve several things. 1 start your formal training. 2 Clear off your tally of demerits and 3 let you in on a little secret I have.

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