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He paused. “Spreader,” he said to theman.

“Mac…” I heard Veronica say. Mackenzie slapped her intosilence.

I looked at the man as he walked towards me; he held a metal bar in his hands. I looked over to Mackenzie; I guess the expression on my face told him all he needed toknow.

“Trust me,” hewhispered.

The man knelt at my feet. He lifted one and gently removed myshoe.

“Do not touch her unnecessarily. She is mine, and mine alone,” Mackenzie growled in a completely different tone of voice to the one he’d justused.

I wanted to be outraged at what he’d said but I couldn’t. I guessed without realising I’d fallen into the zone myself. I wanted him to take complete control of me. My stomach clenched at the thought, my pussy throbbed withwant.

A strap was placed around one ankle and then the other. The bar was extended until my thighs were too far apart for me to use them to gain any relief. I looked at Mackenzie; he gave me a very brief smile and a gentle nod of his head. I could tell then. At that moment, I knew. He would treat her as she wanted, demanded; he would treat me as I needed. He was capable of switching between the two personalities, and I was so thankful forthat.

The man sat back on his heels, he looked at me then quickly to my feet. I shuffled them back a little as he licked his lips. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to lick them ornot.

Mackenzie made a noise not dissimilar to a growl and the man moved away. He stayed on his knees in the center of the room. It dawned on me then. Mackenzie had control of everyone in the room, me included. The man wanted to be dominated by Mackenzie. The power Mackenzie held over the people in the room had my stomach clench even tighter. I was surprised at how arousing itwas.

He dropped the slapper he held and transferred the other one to his dominant hand. He trailed it over Veronica’s body, and when she moaned, it was clear that time it was a moan ofpleasure.

“You need to come, don’t you?” he said. She nodded herhead.

He walked behind her and brought the slapper down on her backside. He trailed it down her back, alternating between giving her very gentle flicks, to hardwhacks.

Each time she moaned louder. I saw the black leather slide between her thighs, he rubbed it slowly back and forth over her. She writhed, and I could see the sweat run down between her breasts. I could feel a bead of my own sweat run down myback.

I gripped the chaise, my fingers dug into the material. I shifted against it, trying to gain some friction and then realised the point of the silk. All I did was slide, the dress having no purchase against the velvetmaterial.

I moaned as I watched, and I saw a ghost of a smile on Veronica’s lips. She glanced at me and gave a subtlewink.

Her smile was lost as Mackenzie slapped her pussy. What I saw after had my jaw drop. She came, instantly, and it gushed down her legs. At the same time Mackenzie removed the nipple clamps and she screamed out, writhing against herrestraints.

“Fuck,” I whispered. The man looked up atme.

Mackenzie walked back to stand in front of her. He drew the end of the slapper through her cum then raised it to her mouth. She opened and extended her tongue, he placed the leather on it, and she sucked itclean.

I struggled to control my breathing. I broke a fingernail as I clawed the chaise. The sound echoed around theroom.

“Remove the spreader,” Mackenzie said, without looking atme.

As soon as my feet were free I wanted to clench my thighs together, he held my knees apart. I placed my hands over his and tried to push him away. I saw, from the corner of my eye, Mackenzie strideover.

“Release Veronica,” he said, the man immediately scuttled back and away fromme.

Mackenzie held out his hand and I stood. Without a word he slid the straps of my dress from my shoulders, it fell and pooled around my feet. I wasn’t remotely embarrassed about standing there in just my panties. I was beyond that with what I’d justseen.

He led me to the poles, turned me to face him. He ran his fingers down my flaming cheeks. His features had softened, but my body shook from head totoe.

“Shush,” hewhispered.

He took one wrist and cuffed it; he did the same to the other. He knelt beforeme.

“You have all the power,” he said. He looked at my ankle then back at me, as if waiting for my consent. Inodded.

He cuffed both ankles thenstood.

The man was knelt on the floor, he had Veronica in his lap and he was stroking her hair, comforting her. He was gentle, whispering to her. He stood and carried her to the chaise. He laid her down. I watched as he reached underneath for a basket. He opened a tube of liquid and spread it over his hands; he gently ran those hands over herbody.

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