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"My brother will remove the restraints around your wrists, but the blindfold remains for now." After she was free, they helped her up. "As you stand before us unbound, we must know. Do you wish to continue?"

The silence in the room was deafening as she pondered the answer to that loaded question. If she said yes, what would they do to her? If she said no, what would she miss out on? Did she trust them to keep their word and let her go if things got to be too much for her to bear?

"Your choice, Rachel..."

His words, and willingness to let her make the choice, helped her decide. Hoping she wouldn't regret her decision, she nodded. A sense of relief flooded the room.

"Very well, my pet." A new pride or joy infiltrated the man's voice and she knew he was smiling. "From this moment forward, you'll call me Master, and my brother Sire. You must use these titles whenever addressing us once the mask is removed and you are able to speak freely."

Okay, that was a little high-handed, but what had she expected them to do? Announce their real names as if meeting for the first time on a blind date?

"Kneel."

Why did that have to be his first command? She gripped one man's hand as she obeyed.

"Spread your knees apart. Wider."

She had to slide up her skirt to comply.

"A little more. Yes, like that. Now place each hand palm up on a thigh and bow your head. Good. When ordered to kneel or whenever you are in a room we occupy, you'll take up this position at our feet. Understood?"

She nodded, wondering why the thought of such an act sent a thrill through her system. Her mind argued that she should be appalled, but the rest of her body refused to listen.

"The position with bowed head is one of respect," he explained. "The spread thighs are to show your acceptance of your body, a display without shame. The open hands represent your willingness to accept change, to comply with our wishes instead of your own."

A lot of symbolism for something she'd always viewed as groveling.

"Now, rise and remove your clothing."