They've tried it on their own, but it never worked. Subspace, the ultimate release, has never been attainable-until now.

Sheri and Jared, husband and wife, submit their bodies and minds to the trainers they've chosen to lead them into the world of BDSM. For one powerful night, they'll experience subspace and a deep, emotional bonding that will forever change their lives.

~*~*~

"Strip."

I reached for the buttons of my blouse with shaky fingers and tried to ignore Sir and Mistress who stood watch over me. Sir had given the order. I concentrated on my husband's dark eyes as I fumbled over each button that seemed to have shrunk to the size of seeds in the last few minutes.

"Faster, woman," Sir commanded, his voice sharp. I flinched when he flicked the ends of the flogger against his leather pants making a snapping, hissing sound that terrified me. Excited me.

I worked the buttons faster. I knew what was to come. Jared and I had met with Sir and Mistress a week ago, discussed all the details, but now that we were here with them, beginning our training, I was both exhilarated and scared out of my wits.

Shrugging out of the shirt, I let it fall to the floor since there had been no instructions to do otherwise. Following instructions was the first step in finding the freedom of release for which I longed to obtain.

I pushed my jeans down my legs, kicked off my shoes, and peeled off the denim along with my socks, leaving them in a heap on the cool, tile floor.

"Everything," Sir said in an almost amused tone.

When I glanced his direction, I was again startled. We'd met at their house just days ago, and he and Mistress had both been dressed casually. Not tonight, though. Sir was all in black, reminding me of Zorro with the leather pants, silk shirt, mask, and bandana. He was an imposing figure standing over six feet tall. A very well-built, sexy Zorro. He even wore black leather gloves. I imagined the sensation that supple leather would bring to my skin when he touched me, and I shivered with anticipation.

He flicked his wrist, and the flogger slithered against his leather. Goose bumps popped out on my arms and bared thighs. I reached behind me for the clasp of my bra. I hadn't been naked in front of another man since marrying Jared five years ago.

Looking back at my husband, I saw his nostrils flare as I dropped the lacy bra onto the heap of clothes at my feet. He loved my body. He loved me. If he hadn't, we wouldn't be here. Tonight was about me, he'd said on our way to Inferno, the fetish club where we were. He wanted me to experience all my fantasies. Happy anniversary, Sheri, he'd whispered just before we walked through the front door into a place filled with sex and revelry, loud music and more sex. Luckily, Sir and Mistress had reserved this private room for us so we didn't have an audience to our newcomers' training.