It was a very realistic simulation. Truly realistic, between the red and black curtains, the chains hanging from the wall. I could even hear moans coming from other rooms. If I didn't know this was a simulation I would have thought I was in one of the rooms of the Silver Whip.

When I saw a woman approaching me, my eyes widened. She wore only a simple garter belt and walked towards me with a confident step.

“I am Ella. If you are here, you are interested in the art of domination. The art of domination is not the practice of violence with impunity. If this is your goal in taking these courses, please leave this course without delay. "

After a few seconds, she spoke again

“You are still here so I congratulate you, you are starting a tumultuous adventure full of surprises. Now let's start the first lesson. "

"The dominatrix no matter what you may think never has full control over her submissive. No, your partner has and will always have control over the sessions. He offers you his confidence and his body for a few hours to satisfy his desires. So you need to know your partner's needs and the boundaries need to be well demarcated. The dominant is always responsible for a failed session, never the submissive. A dominatrix is therefore always in balance between pleasure and pain. But fun must prevail. This is why a contract is essential. He defines the limits of this game. Now let's talk about the limits… ”

I listened intently to the explanations, and as the minutes went by, I had but one thought on my mind. What had I done.

When the instructor had finished the theoretical part, an individual knocked on the door.

“It's time to get down to practice,” the woman said before a list appeared in front of my eyes.

“You have to fulfill at least three customer wishes. You will then have completed module 1 »

Some might think that I was aware of the habits and customs of pleasure rooms. After all I worked on it daily, I had attended sessions before. I would therefore pass this test without much difficulty. These people would be wrong.

What is the cleaning lady doing? She waits until the end of the session and rarely attends the client's departure.

So my knowledge only included the few minutes spent clearing the dungeon. Talking about removing stubborn stains, removing crumbs from the tiles. I knew how to do that. But running a session was a whole different world.

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I used to refuse to talk about work with Danica, and ignore her if she started going into details that didn't interest me much.

So it is with a heart full of anguish that I announce, "You may come in. "

The door did not open.

"First mistake, your submissive is not a guest. The session begins when the client arrives, before they even enter the dungeon. Be firm. "

I heard someone knock on the door again.

Firmness, firmness, she told me.

"Come in," I said nonchalantly but coldly.

The door remained motionless.

When I heard the customer knock on the door, I knew the lesson had started again.

For the next few minutes, I used many tones, coldness, anger, indifference. But nothing seemed to work.

What kind of dominatrix was I if I couldn't even get the client into the room?

This incessant knocking on the door was starting to irritate me. Why didn't that fool come in.

"Stop knocking on the door you stupid idiot." "I cried

"Excuse me mistress. "

A female voice had just answered me.

What had I done that was different? I will think about it later. I could finally take the next step.

"Stop pissing me off and come in. You know the rules." Why did I add this last part. But if she was a regular customer then maybe some rules had already been put in place.

The door that had just opened proved me right.

A woman then entered the room. She was beautiful, but that wasn't what caught my attention.

" What are you wearing ? "I cried

The young woman jumped at my words and bowed her head in submission.

"Mistress, I obeyed your orders. You told me to wear this outfit. Am I doing something wrong, "she said in a scared tone.

But I only had eyes for the uniform she wore. It was familiar to me after all, it was the uniform I put on every night.

Was this simulation reading my mind?

“No, continue. "

At that moment the young woman turned around and showed me her back.

I was puzzled. What was this ritual.

She then leaned down and slowly lifted her dress to rest on her back.

I felt the heat rush through me.

She was not wearing any underwear and showed me her crotch without shame.

"I'm ready for the inspection, mistress. "