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The calculating Jane waltzed around the punished thrust out bottom, making Dagne wait for the next cut. She pulled the nipple chain, and the woman howled again.
“You’ll remember who’s boss here, won’t you bitch?”
When Dagne didn’t answer, Jane jerked the chain again.
“Yes, sir,” Dagne blared.
“And you’ll take another six cuts, won’t you?” Jane said.
“Yes, sir.”
Jane jerked the chain.
“You have quite an audience, my dearest Dagne, tell them how much you want it bitch! Tell them!” Jane’s voice was haughty, but her look was filled with concern. A strange kind of nurturing this was; nothing like Leslie had ever seen before.
“Please sir, give me more.” Desire and fear made Dagne’s voice tremble.
With one last jerk to the chain, Jane returned to Dagne’s ass and ripped off four nasty cuts in a row. Another two followed closely, all accompanied by an agonizing scream.
The room fell silent afterwards, except for the sound of Jane returning the cane to a hook on the wall.
“She doesn’t want it unless there’s a little blood. She’s never been afraid to go that deep,” Leta said. “And Dagne will be happy for it tomorrow when she looks at her wounds.”
“Happy?” Leslie whispered softly.
“Very,” Leta assured her.
Jane became ever so gentle. Her large hands stroked the bound woman with a most tender touch. “You stay here for a while, so everyone sees you,” Jane said without an ounce of the haughtiness that had accompanied her earlier comments. Dorie will take care of your bottom.” She continued to stoke Dagne’s back with the same gentleness that was present in her soothing tone of voice. Then she put her fingers into Dagne’s mouth, and the submissive woman licked them, deliriously hungry for the affection.
“You owe me, darlin’ Dagne,” Jane said. “I’m not always so sweet.”
“Yes sir.”
Jane moved away, nodding to a woman on the side of the room; then walking to the doorway, she passed by Leslie and the crowd of others who had watched the remarkable scene. Jane suddenly stopped and turned around, confronting the investigator with an amused smile.
“My, you look stunning tonight,” she said looking down at the leather vest and the swell of Leslie’s exposed breasts. “A new line of work, or are you here on old business?”
“I was intrigued,” Leslie answered.
“You find out everything you wanted to know about me from my friends?”
“More than I expected.”
“Really? Ready to indict me?”
Leslie confronted a woman who was terribly sure of herself, but one she refused to let intimidate her. “I don’t have the power to indict anyone,” Leslie replied. She held her ground, while at the same time respecting ‘Sir Jane’ in a way she hadn’t anticipated.
Perhaps the Domme saw this, because her manner changed ever so slightly. She inspected Leslie from head to toe, as if she was preparing to place her in bondage. “I’m sure there’s some sassy submissive who would like to serve you here; don’t miss the opportunity. Unless of course you’d rather submit, then I’d take you right now.”
Jane’s suggestion produced a sudden startling surge of energy racing through Leslie’s body. “Thank you for the suggestion,” she said evenly, “I’m sure I’ll have exactly what I need here tonight.” She smiled, but guarded her feelings well.
Jane flashed her a strangely charming grin, charming in particular because it came from Jane whose persona tended to be coolly aloof, and occasionally brutal.
To the detective’s surprise, she found her sex anxiously aroused; some relief was necessary. Although, once Jane sauntered off, Leslie became aware of Leta’s hand resting casually on her bottom, her long fingers fondling her ass.
“Should we take care of this?” Leta whispered in Leslie’s ear. Leslie looked back at the tempting black woman, and nodded. Although still unsure what she was getting herself into, she was so horny that she’d do anything to relieve the ache.
Leta led her through the crowd of disbursing guests, to a room at the back of the club. Though it was small, just an eight by eight cell, the space was complete with all the S&M paraphernalia necessary to contrive most any scene. Once inside the room, Leta began to undo the buttons of Leslie’s vest. “Oh my! These are exquisite,” she said. “So white, so lovely.” Her manicured nails ran lightly over Leslie’s flesh, creating a rash of goose bumps across her skin. Taking Leslie’s nipples between her fingers, Leta squeezed them lightly. “Have you ever had these clamped?”
