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I lifted the filmy fabric from the box. Thousands of hand-sewn clear bugle beads and iridescent silvery sequins adorn soft mesh tulle. Swaying silver chain embellishments drape from the tulle. The ethereal piece resembles an asymmetrical snowflake. Sunlight danced on its sparkly form.

Carefully, I returned it to the box and reached for another. A white silk thong matches the opulent bodychain piece. Inside another box rested a pair of silver sky-high strappy sandals. A black mask with a black feather plume and a silk tie makes me grin wider. The complete look will dazzle at the Masquerade Party!

So enchanted by the outfit and thrilled by the invitation, I hated to go to work at Lola’s Coterie London. I wanted to get dressed and start the party early!

Before I left the bedroom suite, I cast a rueful glance at my gifts. With a huff, I headed out the door to the boutique. On the way, I thanked my Daddy for the wonderful surprises. He reminded me to be ready by seven that evening. I floated into the boutique on a cloud.

Throughout the day, my mind lingered on the bodychain or speculated on the reward my Daddy promised me. Both sent ripples of erotic desire along my skin. At five-thirty, I raced out the door with plenty of time for a soak in the tub with a glass of wine before I dressed. If you could call covering your body in a delicate web of beads and sheer tulle dressed!

I didn’t want to spoil My Daddy’s view of me in my daring outfit before we arrived at LEVELS London. So, I swapped a silk kimono for my raincoat while in the coat closet. I emerged with a wink.

He smirked. But allowed me my fun.

Now, his sapphire blue eyes blacken to obsidian as he takes in the sight of me sans coat in the club's lobby.

This is the third location after Paris in a former bank set in the City of London also known as The City and Financial District. The original vault is used for private parties. Locked behind its massive steel door, who knows what all goes on inside. This LEVELS is an ode to the debauchery of money and the wealthy who wield it as power over others. How appropriate the Sky Lounge provides an unobstructed view of the Tower of London.

Other members gather around us, eager to enter either the separate Dine & Dance levels four through seven or the BDSM Levels second and below ground. The Masquerade Party's main event will occur in Peepshow and the Cellar at eleven.

Some choose to eat at the Level 4 Restaurant or to shake their groove thangs on the dance floor on the 5th and 6th Levels. Still others—who appear hot and heavy—may go straight to the 3rd Level where twelve private suites offer the opportunity to continue their pleasure apart from the eyes of others.

But first everyone stops to select the appropriate colors for their enamel bracelets.

My Daddy wears the gold enamel bracelet I gave to him after he gave me a diamond collar with a pavéd center loop connected to a thin platinum chain.

He clasps the base of the delicate chain at my neck. His thumb and forefinger slide down to the handle. A sultry smirk makes his eyes gleam with possession.

“Come, Ma Petite Fille. Let the festivities begin,” he commands as he pivots and strides towards the double doors of Peepshow.

Instantly, my nipples poke against the thin tulle. It surprises me bugle beads and sequins don’t pop off! I don’t have time to wonder as I hurry behind him. His long legs nearly double one of my strides.

The greeter smiles and opens the double doors to allow us entry.

My eyes adjust to the dim light while my ears pick up the moans and grunts, along with whistles of canes and cracks of whips. The musky scent of sex mixed with expensive perfume and cologne waft in the air. The thrum of sensual music brings it all together for an arousing atmosphere.

Once my vision adjusts, my head swivels to take in the decadent debauchery of the space.

It’s to the bar my Daddy leads me.

He orders a glass of ice.

My mind goes back to our time on his jet with the succulent ice cube. I bite back a moan.

He takes the proffered glass and strides toward a darkened alcove. I trail behind.

We pass members dressed in their finest lifestyle attire—exquisite black leathers, fancy corsets—or evening wear with men in tuxedoes and women in gowns. Albeit sans dress shirts with only loose bow ties and slits to the waist baring more than a little thigh.

Men and women alike wear sub collars while they crawl or trail behind their Dommes and Doms. Some collars bejeweled like mine, others thick black leather. All worn with pride.

My Daddy moves on until we arrive at the alcove. He places the glass of ice on the low table in front of the vamp-red velvet banquette, then sits. A velvet pillow drops to his feet between his spread legs. A tug on my chain, and I lower gracefully to my knees as I face the room.

We sit in silence for a moment.

His fingertips glide along my heated skin, from the crook of my elbows to the column of my neck. He skims an index finger along the rim of my collar, then tightens his fist around my throat. His warm, minty breath caresses the delicate shell of my ear.

“Tell me, Ma Petite Fille, what in this room makes your pussy juices flow? The Dom spanking his sub on the St. Andrew’s Cross? The voyeur in the far corner jerking off to the sight of said sub? Or perhaps it’s the sub suspended from the celling as one of his Doms fucks him while the other sucks him?”

Damn if my pussy gushes into the gusset of my thong. The slick wetness seeps to my inner thighs. I mewl as his grip tightens and the airway closes slightly.

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