“You are really going to need some lessons to know what you’re actually getting into. After you pass your own submission test to understand Vieri’s position, we’ll move onto Vieri’s favorite past time- whipping. It’s very dangerous, and the high associated with it means that Vieri could be killed if his Dominant isn’t careful and watching out for him.” Machiavelli informed him.

“Read this first, and don’t come back until you have.”

Federico was back three days later, having memorized the book, to talk with Machiavelli. He had so many questions, and Machiavelli patiently walked him through them, taking him to see Doms and their subs perform.

Federico had felt in over his head, but he was certain, as clichéd as it was, that he loved Vieri. But he didn’t have to climb mountains and swim oceans to prove his love. Oh no.

He had to learn how to be a good Dominant and pass the tests of other Submissives before Machiavelli set up a meeting between him and Vieri.

Now here he was, the riding crop tracing along Vieri’s back, idly circling around. Vieri was limp on the table, his form open and inviting, and his breath measured and even.

Slap.

Ahhh, there it was. The burn that he craved, that he trusted, that he loved. Pain was an old friend. His Maestro hadn’t understood at first, but underwent research and meeting with other Dominants to discover how to best please his submissive. He had a caring, loving Maestro.

Slap. Vieri shivered, as Maestro told him to count.

Slap.

“Three, Maestro. Oh, thank you Maestro!”