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CHAPTER ONEDiana loved visiting her Master at his apartment, even though it terrified her. The ritual she was required to perform before she was even allowed to knock on his door was nerve-wracking and humiliating. It was also almost unbearably arousing and never failed to make her pussy soaking wet. Which was the whole point, of course.As always, she was extremely nervous and looked around before beginning her ritual. There were three other apartments on the top floor of this old house, which meant that she would be performing within sight of each of the doors. She had never seen anyone entering or leaving those apartments and for all she knew, they might all be unoccupied, though she doubted it very much.No matter, she thought. The only important door that was the one leading to her Master, and she needed to prepare herself for him.She placed her purse and her overnight bag on the floor. Then, standing up straight and facing his door, Diana began to strip.He might be watching her through the door’s peephole or he might not; she never knew. But she always performed her ritual as though standing directly before him. She kept her gaze focused on the peephole as if looking into his eyes as she began to methodically unbutton her crisp, white blouse. She had always been conservative in her style of dress, which her Master seemed to enjoy, as it seemed to make it all the more humiliating for her to do the things he required of her.The short-sleeved blouse, now fully unbuttoned, was pulled free of the waistband of her skirt, eased off of her shoulders and allowed to drop gently to the floor behind her, exposing her plain white bra. Once begun, Diana was not allowed to stop. She quickly unfastened and unzipped her knee-length denim skirt, pushed the waistband down past her hips and allowed the skirt to pool around her ankles before stepping out of it and pushing it to one side with her foot.White cotton panties to match her bra. As always at this point, Diana wanted desperately to look around at the other three doors. What if someone were watching through one of the peepholes? But it was not allowed.Diana had never been happy with her figure: too slim, small-breasted and, well, boyish, she thought. But the way her Master looked her over when she posed for him, as he often demanded, never failed to make her feel lusciously feminine and desirable. She had never known anyone who could turn her into an almost mindlessly erotic creature the way he did when she submitted herself to his will.Now the ordinary black office shoes were toed off before she bent over to remove the white knee-socks that completed her outfit. She straightened up and took a deep, calming breath, then another. Here we go, she thought, reaching behind her to unfasten the bra, which joined the pile on the floor, followed quickly by her panties. Now Diana was left wearing only her rimless glasses and a small pair of gold earrings, each in the shape of a highly stylized letter ‘S’ that dangled below each earlobe.‘S’ for Slave.The ritual was not complete yet. Diana quickly knelt and gathered up her clothing. This had to be done in a very particular order. First the skirt, neatly folded and then replaced on the floor. On top of it, the blouse, also arranged with great care, followed by the two socks, folded and placed side by side. Then the shoes. The bra came next and finally the panties, which were never folded but draped across the top of the pile.She removed her glasses, found their case in her purse and replaced them there. The purse was returned to the floor next to the overnight bag.Diana quickly ran her fingers through her short black hair and smoothed it down. Then she carefully slid both hands under the pile and lifted it as she stood upright again.Now came the slightly tricky part. She shifted the weight of the pile to her left hand and, being extremely careful not to let it become unbalanced, used her right hand to knock on the door.Three sharp, evenly spaced knocks: three dots in Morse code.‘S’ for Slave.Then she quickly took the required pose: perfectly straight from head to heels, feet together, arms outstretched directly in front of her, the bundle of clothing once again balanced in both hands.Ready to be offered to him.Diana willed herself to stillness, willed her breath to become slow and even, her mind to be filled only with him.As always, he answered her knock quickly. The door swung wide and he was there. And as always, she had to fight the impulse to fall to her knees before the power and compassion in his gaze as he inspected her. But almanbahis it wasn’t time yet.He looked her carefully up and down for nearly a full minute. Then, apparently satisfied with her presentation, he reached down to pick up her purse and overnight bag and place them inside the apartment.Then he took the bundle of clothing from her hands without a word and closed the door again.Now it was time to kneel.Diana’s knees, already feeling like rubber, almost collapsed under her as she took the Waiting Pose: upright on her knees, legs spread wide, back straight and slightly arched, hands locked behind her back, face tilted upward and ready to meet his gaze whenever he returned.And now she had only to wait. That was all: kneeling naked in front of her Master’s door, doing nothing, nothing whatsoever, but wait, feeling nervous, aroused…and grateful.————————————- She and James – as she had known him then – had met in college. Diana’s roommate was an acquaintance of his and had casually introduced them at lunch one day. As far as Diana could tell, she had barely registered on his awareness, which didn’t surprise her at all. She was painfully shy and, she felt, mousy with her glasses and narrowish face. She had never had a real boyfriend and had an embarrassing tendency to stammer and fill in the gaps in her conversations with awkward blurtings of words like “wow” whenever she talked with men. She was socially inept and she knew it, which didn’t help at all.James didn’t appear to be a “ladies’ man” in the traditional sense, but he genuinely seemed to enjoy the company of women, and at whichever table he sat in the dining commons he was often the only man, joining in the conversation but rarely dominating it or trying to make himself the center of attention. The women in turn seemed drawn to his warmth, his intelligence, and his often nonsensical humor and self-deprecating wit.And over time, Diana found herself drifting into a kind of orbit around James, though she didn’t know why. He was attractive, she thought, with his longish brown hair, close-trimmed beard and clear blue-gray eyes, and was obviously outgoing and friendly, but that wasn’t it. There was something – something not at all obvious on the surface – that seemed to magnetize her. She would often sit at whichever of the long tables in the dining commons he did, though she rarely joined in the conversations around her and never, of course, spoke to him directly. Not at first, anyway. She would, while seemingly concentrating on eating her meal, watch him out of the corner of her eye and imagine just the two of them sitting alone together.In this fantasy, Diana was always completely at ease with him as they talked and laughed about little things. James was, of course, completely fascinated with her, and these imaginary conversations always ended with him asking her out. In real life, however, it took a great deal of courage, over several days, just to force herself to choose a seat that was closer to him. Then one a little bit closer. And finally one that was, all right, not directly opposite him but at least diagonally across from him.Then, clenching her fists under the table, she attempted to join in a conversation he was having with the person who actually was sitting opposite him. She opened her mouth and…Nothing. Unless you count turning beet-red and quickly closing her mouth again.Three days later, after beating herself up continuously for her cowardice, she tried again. This time she managed to quaver out a “W-wow!” as a comment, though she was so nervous that she had no idea what was being talked about. Still, she was rewarded by having him turn his attention to her for a brief second, meeting her glance and giving her a slight nod to acknowledge her remark before returning to the conversation.Success!Her fascination became something of an obsession. She pestered her roommate, as subtly as possible, for information about him. She took note of which people seemed to be friends with him and did her unobtrusive best to hang around in their vicinity when he was around. And to her own amazement, actually did manage to exchange a few words with him once or twice, stumbling though they were. Each time, his glance seemed sympathetic, as if he understood how she was struggling, which embarrassed her even more.But then she did something completely crazy, which she knew she would regret even as she planned it out: she wrote him a note and sent it to his campus mailbox, holding her breath as she dropped it into the mail slot, her hand shaking almanbahis yeni giriş as she did so.It’s not that there was anything overtly mushy in what she wrote; she just told him that she’d enjoyed their conversations – if they could be called that – and that she thought he was a really nice, interesting guy. Nothing more than that, really. She wouldn’t have dared to suggest that she’d like to go out with him, oh my god no, even though that was her fantasy, of course. She’d made the note as deliberately bland as she possibly could. She just wanted to bring herself to his attention a little more and hope for the best.Two days went by. Three. And then finally they ran into each other in the Student Union, each coming from their last class of the day. Diana saw him coming towards her and stopped dead in her tracks, a deer in the headlights. She wanted desperately to turn and hurry away, but forced herself to at least stay in place, trying not to cringe. Was he going to laugh at her? Make fun of her?No. He walked up to her, greeted her by name, and thanked her for her letter. He apologized for not replying right away and, taking her by the elbow, guided her to sit on one of the couches that lined the main thoroughfare, sitting down beside her.He couldn’t help but see how terrified she was and very kindly carried on most of the conversation himself. He told her again how much he appreciated her note, and that he hadn’t realized that she was interested in him. When Diana dared to meet his gaze, she saw both understanding and sympathy there and managed to stammer out that she hoped she hadn’t offended him. But he waved this away with a smile and said of course not.Then he took her hand in his.He said, “Diana, I’m getting the sense that you haven’t had a whole lot of experience with guys. Am I right? I can see how scary this is for you.”Diana, blushing furiously, only managed to nod jerkily and then look down at her lap. There was a long silence, and when she finally glanced up again he was looking into the distance, as if considering something. Finally he replied, “There’s nothing wrong with that, Diana. Some people just get started earlier than others, that’s all. Now, obviously you’re not ready for a relationship, and in any case I’m dating some other girls right now. But what I was thinking is that maybe we could have a couple of ‘practice’ dates. You know, just so you could kind of get used to them. What do you think?”He went on, “I was thinking that if there’s no pressure, if you know these dates aren’t going to lead anywhere, it might help you relax a little bit, y’know?”She didn’t know. But his eyes were kind and she felt something unclench within, just the tiniest bit, and she nodded again, this time managing to meet his gaze, a moment later adding, in almost a whisper, “Th-that would be n-nice.”To Diana’s everlasting surprise, the first date was not a complete disaster. She had agonized over what to wear, of course, alternating between wanting to be dressed up and not wanting to seem as if she was trying too hard, finally settling on a blouse and skirt that she thought would look nice without drawing too much attention. And of course she had become more and more of a nervous wreck as the day, and then the hour approached when James would come to pick her up, becoming so agitated during the last few minutes that when he finally did knock on her door, she had to clap her hands over her mouth to keep from yelping.But when she had finally managed, with trembling hands, to fumble the door open, he had greeted her as if they were old friends, gathering her into his arms for a short hug and then holding her at arms’ length for a moment before telling her how nice she looked. Then he had escorted her out of her dormTheir plans for the date had been kept very low-key, for which Diana was deeply thankful. Just dinner at the dining commons as usual, followed by a movie. James had kept up an easy flow of conversation, asking her about her classes, her music studies (she played the violin) and generally making it as easy as possible for her to keep up her end. Diana had stuttered and stammered badly at first but found herself relaxing, a little bit at a time, and actually enjoying herself somewhat.Dinner was actually the most challenging part of the evening, since they were seated alone together. But aside from twice dropping her fork into her lap, which fortunately was protected by a napkin, and accidentally biting her lip once in an attempt to keep herself from stammering, it hadn’t gone too badly.Once they got almanbahis giriş to the theater and the movie began, there was no need for conversation, of course, which was absolutely wonderful, and James actually made her giggle several times by leaning over and whispering humorous comments about the film. She had wished that he would take her hand again but hadn’t really expected it.Afterwards, he had walked her back to her room, asking her what she’d thought about the film and what other movies she liked and so forth, and Diana thought that the walk back to her dormitory had never seemed so short. At her door, they had made plans for the second date. Then, as he had at the beginning of the evening, James took her in his arms for a brief hug and then held her at arms’ length once again, looking into her eyes. Diana fought the urge to look down and made herself meet his gaze, even though she was beginning to tremble again.But his eyes, always kind, soothed her. She felt as if he were both truly seeing her and completely accepting her, just as she was. There was something peaceful about just resting in his gaze.“Would you like me to kiss you, Diana?”She blinked in astonishment a few times, tried unsuccessfully to speak and finally had to settle for nodding, slowly.It wasn’t as if she’d never been kissed before. No, actually it was as if she’d never been kissed before, although she had. But this was the first time she had been kissed by someone who actually knew how to kiss; who took his time gathering her in, looked into her eyes for a moment longer to make sure she was ready…and then kissed her, deeply and thoroughly. It wasn’t a passionate kiss or even a romantic kiss; it was just a kiss. A really, really good kiss that first made her eyes fly wide open and then slowly close again as she melted into his embrace.It couldn’t have lasted for more than a few seconds, but it filled her entire consciousness: the feel of his lips on hers, the way his beard and moustache tickled her slightly, the comfort of his arms wrapped around her waist as he held her against him, the warmth of him, the scent of him.It was overwhelming. It was wonderful.When he gently pulled away from her it was like reluctantly waking from a lovely dream. He kissed her once more, lightly, on the lips and then kissed her on the forehead as a way of saying good night. He held her at arms’ length once more and looked deeply into her eyes again. This time his gaze was thoughtful, considering. He looked as though he were about to speak, then hesitated and said nothing.Instead, he laid one hand beside her face, said, “Good night, Diana. I’m sure we’ll see each other before our Friday date, right? Sleep well.”Diana managed to whisper, “Good night. Thank you.” And then he was gone.The second “practice date” went much like the first, up to a point. And Diana actually did feel a little less petrified, even though this time James took her to a restaurant in town instead of the more familiar dining commons. Once again he steered the conversation to subjects that she could talk about without becoming tongue-tied and made little jokes to help her relax. The only thing that seemed different to Diana was that at times he seemed to be looking at her intently, not in an intimidating way but as if turning something over in his mind and trying to reach a decision.They went to a local community theater production and, as it was a warm late-spring evening, took a leisurely walk before heading back to campus. To Diana, James seemed a little preoccupied, although he was as friendly and outgoing as always. He asked her about where she had grown up and what her family was like. She told him about her kind but often preoccupied father and her somewhat high-strung mother, whose obsessive and fearful nature often made life difficult for Diana, their only child. She’d had a few close friends but certainly wasn’t one of the popular girls. She was expected to focus on her studies and her music lessons and wasn’t allowed much of a social life. Boyfriends? No, not really. A few dates here and there; one boy she spent time with at school but was really more of a friend than anything else.James listened and nodded and looked thoughtful.  His gaze, when he looked at her, was sympathetic.  As they were walking through the small park near the center of town, he took her by the elbow and guided her to one of the benches before sitting down beside her.  He took her hand and turned to face her.“I have an idea,” he began, “but I’m not sure if it’s a good one or not.  These practice dates seem to be helping a little bit, right?”  Diana nodded as he went on.  “The sense I’m getting, though, is that you still have a lot of fear.   I’m wondering if your lack of experience makes you feel as though you’re not attractive.”

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