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Chapter 1

"I can't believe it's finally our last day," Ellie says excitedly. Me and my three best friends were having dinner at the diner. We'd been best friends before we started our training; it couldn't have been a coincidence that we all wanted the same thing out of life- to be sexual submissives. We'd still been in high school, a round of truth or dare finally forcing Sam to tell us her deepest secret. Ellie and I had said the same thing almost instantly. And then there had been Danny.

"Same," he'd said softly. "Oh, and I'm gay." He said the second part as if it wasn't a big deal while the first was a huge secret. We'd laughed at him. Truthfully, to the three of us that he'd told, neither had been a problem. We loved him and his sexuality didn't matter. We may have even loved him a little more for being a submissive right along with us.

When we were nineteen, Ellie was the first of us to get a boyfriend who wanted to try and be dominant in bed. We'd all been sharing an apartment on the side of town we went to college at. She'd said it was horrible and nothing like the books and movies we'd all read.

That was when we decided that we needed proper training, from Doms who had been properly trained. Unfortunately, due to being college students who also had to work to pay tuition and bills, we couldn't join one of the demanding classes. They were four times a week in the evening from six to ten.

We just couldn't make it work.

But after we graduated we all immediately signed up for the six month course. Despite how long and demanding and in depth it was, the Doms had made it clear that depending on our status, contractual or relational with a given Dom, he or she would also want to train us to their preferences.

That part made me nervous.

When your Dom was your boyfriend, your relationship was much the same as any other, except for if you were in a slave relationship- a consensual one. But, in my opinion, a BDSM relationship went so much deeper. What if I spent years with a man, learning his preferences, desires, trying o be his perfect sub, only for it to fall apart and for me to have to unlearn the things he preferred and learn someone else's preferences. Ellie had tried assuring me that that was the same as in any other relationship. She'd related it to food. For example, one of her ex's loved scrambled eggs. The first time she made them for the last guy she dated, he'd thanked her gratefully, but declined to eat them. He despised scrambled eggs, but would eat them in any other form. When she'd put it like that it had made more sense, but it still seemed daunting.

I was also the only one in the friend group that didn't love the idea of casual play or that most BDSM relationships started out contractual. The exception was usually if a Dom met someone, liked her and wanted to turn her into a submissive. Of course, not everyone could be turned into a submissive. We all had something in our character that made us crave dominance from a partner, not everyone had it, and not everyone was willing or able to give the necessary trust to a partner.

"I just can't wait for our coming out party," Sammie said excitedly. Our class of subs had a welcoming party, hosted by the club we'd paid to train at, planned for tomorrow night. It sounded a lot like being put on the market to literally be bought but everyone else was excited for it.

"Me either," Ellie said just as excited as Sam. 

"I'm nervous," I admitted, while biting my lip and playing with the food on my plate. 

"Why?" 

"What if I'm a bad sub?" I asked. The first time I'd ever read anything on the internet about BDSM, I just knew it was for me. I craved that type of love, protection, guidance and dominance in a man. But what if I wasn't good at it? What if my entire life I'd thought I'd be one way, but I was actually completely another.