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Mounted Police Submission
(Mistress Daria)

Rachel then flashed her a smile. "Actually, there are only a few." She grabbed another piece of paper from the table and gave it to her.



She looked down at the paper and discovered that she was telling the truth.



"1. 'You will always be on time for all our sessions'," she began to read the rules aloud. "That shouldn't be a problem. I'm border on the line of being obsessively punctual."



"That's fine, go on," she stated.



"2. 'You will always address me as your Mistress or Ma'am at all times'. Ok, I can live with that."



She was acknowledged with a slight tilt of the head from Turner.



"3. 'You will never, ever ask for anything specific, but always suggest to your Mistress that she might want to try something if you would like something specific in a session'." Her brow then furrowed as she thought about that for a second. "I guess you're not into listening to your submissive beg?" she asked."



"We'll discuss more about that later."



"Okay," she agreed and went on reading. 



"4. 'You will do whatever is asked of you without question if it is in the agreed upon list.' Well, that seems only fair."



"For now, that goes for softer limits and hard as well until we get used to one another," she reassured her.



She nodded without looking up from the list. 



"5. You will not wear a bra or panties when in the presence of your Mistress."



Maria's head peaked up at that point. She'd assembled her lingerie collection with great thought and care to the effect that it would have on anyone who saw it. She had even bought a few pieces that she'd never have considered before.



"Do you have a problem with that last rule, submissive?"Rachel asked, starting to get into her role.



"Yes, Ma'am, I do. My mother always told me to wear clean panties just in case I was ever in an accident," she replied, trying to lighten the situation. "Besides, I had thought it might please you to watch me undress.



"That it might, submissive. That it might. Well, I'll think about it and we'll get back to that later."



"Yes, Ma'am."



"Now then, let's go upstairs and get started," she commanded.



"Upstairs?"



"That's where my play room is," she said.



She gestured for her to lead the way and then followed her up the steps. As she climbed the plushly carpeted stairs, she took one last look over her shoulder at the front door and realized that if she wanted to bolt out of there, this was likely to be her last chance. Screwing up her courage, she convinced herself that this couldn't be worse than anything else that she'd ever experienced.



Once at the landing she led her into a westward facing room. There were sheer curtains draped over the window that allowed plenty of light to enter the room. It appeared to be just another bedroom, furnished as a guest room might be with a queen size bed, nightstands and a small dresser. Maria quirked an eyebrow at her when she noticed the framed Angelic prints on the wall. Pictures of kittens seemed so out of place with what she imagined they would be doing.



"Is there a problem, submissive?" Rachel asked sternly.



"No, Ma'am. This just wasn't what I expected."



"Well what were you expecting?"



"I'm not sure, maybe something a little darker and more severe."



"More dungeon-like?" she asked, with a wicked grin spreading across her face.



"Yes, something like that," she admitted, still taking in all the pleasant amenities.



"Well, I've always been fond of natural lighting and this room seems to take the best advantage of that. Plus with it being on the second floor, it makes it virtually impossible for anyone to look in the window and see what I'm doing."



"Good point. So, what now, Ma'am?"



"Undress, of course."



Maria dropped her bag at the foot of the bed prepared to peel off her clothing. She started by kicking off her sandals and adding them to the contents of the bag. Taking a deep breath she grabbed the hem of her lipstick red T-shirt and began to yank it off over her head.



"Whoa, submissive. Did no one ever instruct you on the proper way to undress?"



"Proper way, Ma'am?" she asked, adopting a tone of innocence.