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“You’re the kind of woman who sometimes pushes herself too far.”
Mitch chortled. “With this group? I doubt that’s possible if they’re after a little hazing. Kindly remember who you’re talking to.”
“I am, and as much as I think of your fun as being mine as well,kindly rememberthat I inherit your pain as well.”
Mitch allowed her countenance to soften. “I’ll be fine. Now, hook me up while my shoulders are still loose.”
She helped herself to the back of the room, where she sat on the edge of the bondage bed with one leg crossed over the other. Vanessa looked back at her one last time before engaging the rest of the crowd with whatever introductory spiel would win them over.
For Mitch, it was all moot. She had been ready the moment they walked into this den of degeneracy.
Chapter 5
Theyhadtodragover the coffee table so Mitch could reach the hanging stock. Being barely over five feet tall, she was used to working for her pleasure – or, in this case, putting on a show that was sure to dazzle these discerning demeanors.
Mitch judged whether to remove her shoes or let the extra centimeters boost her up higher. Whispers spread through the tiny crowd. Were they amazed that Mitch didn’t have to be told what to do? She tested the strength of the chains holding the stocks to the ceiling and gauged them tough enough to hold her weight. Vanessa patiently waited for her partner’s signal before beginning the Public Darling.
One of my favorites.Mitch couldn’t get too turned on, though. This wasn’t an innocent BDSM gathering of like minds that either hired them for entertainment or offered them free pleasure in return for their services. They had to stay alert for any details that were worthy of sharing with the police.Assuming I don’t want to get arrested for public indecency.Or whatever the detective threatened her with. Mitch hardly remembered when she was in the comfort of a private party, where she could doanythingshe wanted at the hostess’s discretion.
“If there’s one thing I know….” Vanessa wrapped her arm around one of Mitch’s legs, alerting her partner to stop fussing with the stock and to play her part. “It’s that most of you haven’t had the pleasure of seeing my exquisite pet in the flesh.”
Vanessa searched for the zipper to Mitch’s dress. She had to covertly help her Mistress find it with a flick of her hand. Once the zipper was down as far as it could go, Mitch shrugged the sleeves off her shoulders and embraced the chill as the black dress pooled at her feet. She clutched the stock above her head as she stepped out of it and waited for Vanessa to pull it aside.
“The most important thing to understand about our relationship,” Vanessa continued with her silky voice that garnered the attention of everyone standing before them, “is that Michelle is not only my partner in life and love. She’s my pet. One I take substantial care of.”
Something about that elicited chuckles from half the crowd. Mitch was never sure what Dommes found so funny about that, but she supposed there was a reason she was the pet, not the Mistress.I’ll stick to what I’m good at.Like tracing the lines on everyone’s faces. Her eyes couldn’t read people’s souls, but she gauged their interest as easily as they stared at her half-naked body.
“I’m sure many of you have seen us around.” Vanessa stepped behind Mitch, her fingertip slowly ascending the spinal curve that led to Mitch’s bra clasps. “I’m sure you’veseenmany things. Maybe some of you have gotten… more involved. We don’t kiss and tell.”
This time, there was no laughter. At least one woman in this audience didn’t want to call attention to herself, and another probably simmered in silent jealousy.
The first clasp popped open. Vanessa was taking her sweet time, which only riled Mitch up more as she realized she was about to be naked at her Mistress’s discretion. “It often feels like a shame,” Vanessa said, “that I can’t share my pet’s talents with everyone at once. When I discovered her, I had no idea what I had found, or what kind of potential threatened to burst from her core.” Another clasp opened. “I hadn’t just found someone who makes my heart flutter and envision us growing old together. I had discovered the kind of woman who can’t be contained to one name. My Michelle may belong to me, but she’s not mine to keep in a gilded cage so onlyImay fathom her beauty. Quite frankly, the thought exhausts me.”
The bra would have immediately fallen off Mitch’s chest if it weren’t for one arm still holding on to the stocks. When she lowered her arm, the strap descended her shoulder as Vanessa ripped the bra from Mitch’s body.
She didn’t flinch. Unlike two of the women in the audience, who looked as if they couldn’t believe they were so boldly staring at another woman’s naked pet.
“Be a good girl and slip into that thing, Michelle.”
Mitch only called more attention to her naked breasts when she slipped both hands through the respective holes in the hanging stocks. Her head went next, chin brushing against the wood and leather as she nestled into place. Vanessa climbed up onto the coffee table and easily secured her pet into the stocks. This wasn’t Mitch’s first BDSM party where she ended up in the hanging stocks, but last time? She had been allowed to forget herself and let go of any preconceived thoughts she had about her own sexuality.
This was more than work. This was a trial.
Vanessa lightly swatted the ass now frozen into place. Mitch seized up into the stocks, her vision limited now that her head was forced forward and a piece of wood blocked most of what was below her. That should’ve been part of the thrill. Especially when Vanessa began pulling down her pet’s lingerie.
Soon, Mitch was completely bare to this stranger’s dungeon. Any reaction from the crowd was kept from her.
“I’ve had people say disparaging things about me,” Vanessa said, her voice so melodic yet so far away. “They question how I can share so much of my partner with the world. They suggest that I don’t respect myself, or that I’m notreallythe one in charge of this relationship. Have you heard the delightful rumor that all of this is an elaborate roleplay? ThatI’mthe submissive and my pet is the one pulling the strings? I say it’s delightful because if that were the truth, it would be a lot of fun.”
Vanessa drew her hand between Mitch’s thighs, squeezing her flesh and leaving her hot-red mark behind.
“It’s not the truth. Nor do I have some fetish that dictates the terms of our arrangement. I’ve merely followed the mood and whim as they have come to us. Besides… I don’t have to preach to you how confident I am in my relationship. I’d rather demonstrate it.”
Something soft and slightly wet pressed against the outer part of Mitch’s right thigh. The washable marker that Vanessa carried in her “night out” bag for these occasions was instantly recognizable, but Mitch had to do her best to not instinctively shy away from the black ink marking her skin.
She also recognized the familiar loops and flourishes that made up Vanessa’s initials. She had written them across her pet’s thigh.
And now she handed the marker to the nearest person.
