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“Got it. Sorry,” McKenna apologized again, and Madison caught the dom grinning as he watched his flustered submissive drop the ball in. A minute later the marble chose their first kink for the evening.
“Shibari!”
“Oh,” McKenna said, looking a little nervous, and Madison picked up her limits card to double check it, but shibari wasn’t on either of their lists.
“Can I have her limits list?” Bartlett asked, looking at the card in her hand, and Madison was caught off guard for a second before she handed it over. The big man caught McKenna by the back of her neck, angling her toward the stairs before he nodded at Madison again and said, “Thanks.”
“You two have fun!” Madison called after them with a chuckle, sighing with relief that at least the two big guys were done. Glancing over at the line of dominants, she summoned, “Number eight?”
“That’s me.” A handsome dominant stepped forward with the sleeves of his button-down already rolled up. “Master J.”
“Yep,” she answered with a laugh. “Come over and spin for your sub!”
He joined her at center stage, tossing the little marble into the wheel without hesitation, and a moment later a sub named Bethany was bouncing up the steps, excited to spin for their kink. At least, she was excited until the roulette wheel chose ‘sensory deprivation’ for them. The way the woman’s face went pale had Madison concerned, but Master J was already talking it through with her as he led her off stage.
Dominant number nine was a Russian diplomat named Valdemar. He wasn’t very attractive, and something about him made Madison think he would be greasy if she touched his skin. While the man he’d come with, Master Pavel, had looked absolutely terrifying… at least he’d seemed cleaner.
When he stopped at the wheel center stage, he gave Madison a grin that had her stomach turning, but she’d mastered the polite smile years ago and managed to make it through the interaction without offending him. Unfortunately, the submissive he spun was ‘Baby Girl,’ a well-liked and very sweet Little who’d shown up in one of her trademark nighties — complete with delicate ruffles — hoping for a Daddy Dom.
If ‘Baby Girl’ was disappointed though, she didn’t let it show. They spun ‘wax play’ and headed off stage without so much as a flicker of discontent.
Different strokes for different folks, she reminded herself before checking the time. It felt like she could breathe again. They were back on track. Her stomach clenched though when she looked over the dwindling number of dominants and submissives and realized the numbers didn’t add up. Five dominants, but only four submissives.
Fuck! Had they miscounted at check-in? Had someone bolted? Groaning internally, Madison put on a brave face and smiled at the dominants.
“Number ten?” she beckoned and realized one of the men was already moving forward, and his name was… James. “Next up, we have Master James!”
He waved at the audience a little on his way to the wheel before turning to face her, flashing a wink as he held out his hand. “Ready when you are, Mistress Madison.”
“Cute,” she mumbled, winking back at him as she placed the marble in his hand and spun the wheel. “Good luck.”
“Why would I need luck? I don’t think I can lose, right?” Master James shrugged like he really wasn’t worried about who he would spin, dropping the little white ball with the same casual flair. He glanced over at the submissives against the wall, but unlike most of the other men he didn’t seem intent on any one of them.
Well, it’s probably best not to have expectations in this game.
The wheel slowed and a second later the marble finally chose a slot. “Subbie Sandra!”
It took a second before Madison’s stomach dropped, because none of the four women remaining by the stairs were coming forward. Instead, they were all looking around at each other. Great. Madison looked at Chase like he could help her, but he just gave her an empathetic expression, raising his hands by his shoulders. Sighing, she was about to call out the woman’s name again when movement in the crowd along the left side of the theater drew her eye. There was a woman weaving forward, raising an arm in the air.
“Looks like you almost had a runner, Master James,” Madison teased, covering the microphone so only he would hear it. He chuckled, still seeming unfazed by the situation, and if the girl really had contemplated backing out, she couldn’t have landed a better dominant.
They introduced themselves to each other, and she sensed some sparks between the two as she held out the marble to Sandra. When his sub didn’t move to take it, Master James pointed toward her hand. “You have to drop the ball.”
“Right.” Sandra laughed and took the marble, dropping it almost immediately after Madison set the wheel spinning.
They all watched the marble whirl around, eventually bouncing and clattering before it finally settled into a slot. As soon as the wheel slowed enough for her to read it, Madison called out, “Pet play!”
“Is that one of your limits?” Master James asked the girl.
“Uh… no,” she answered, but it definitely didn’t sound as confident or relaxed as her dom for the evening. James took a step closer to Madison, asking a few more questions about Sandra’s limits, and once she’d listed them, he turned back to his sub for the evening.
“We have to move to let the next couple up.” He pointed toward the stairs, and they left the stage together. While they’d had one of the less eventful spins of the night, Madison couldn’t help but be curious exactly what the calm and confident dom would do with such a kinky spin.
Someone better tell me what happens out there.
Relieved that the numbers were once again even, four dominants to four submissives, Madison called over the next dom.
Number eleven had called himself ‘Dr. Dom’ and had shown up in a very nice suit, which ended up working well when he was paired with ‘Russian Doll’ — a tall, beautiful, blonde in a slinky black dress that was short enough to almost be scandalous. Neither of them looked like they had planned to arrive at a BDSM club that night, though. If anything, Madison would have assumed they’d gotten lost on their way to Runway — but who was she to judge? The pair seemed interested in each other, and their spin of violet wand had ‘Russian Doll’ practically bouncing with excitement.
