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Including the impressive BDSM dungeon built into the bottom-most floor of Candace’s already impressive house.
It was wide enough to offer one’s choice of comfortable seating, but Mitch noted the coziness made up for how many guests could safely fit inside.This is definitely exclusive.Not including the new couple and their hostess quickly approaching them with air kisses on her lips, there were probably only ten other people down there, and not all of them were coupled.
There were also no men, as far as Mitch could tell. Vanessa had told her some might be there.Am I disappointed? A little.Nobody entertained her more in conversation than submissive men. That definitely went for Luke as well, although his idea of being submissive was vastly different from Mitch’s.The man knows how to follow orders.He better. Why else was Vanessa paying him and letting him live in the ADU?
“So glad you made it!” In a white silk robe that illuminated beneath the black lights of her personal sex dungeon, Candace kissed Vanessa on the cheek before turning her immediate attention to Mitch. “Everyone is waiting to meet you.”
Was that directed toward Mitch?Wouldn’t surprise me.How quickly could she wrap Candace around her finger? How quickly would Vanessa shut it down?
Mitch recognized about three women sitting on the plush couches that made up the petit gathering area in the basement. A maid popped downstairs to deliver more glasses of wine while the introductions continued. Mitch took one and immediately sipped a flavor she recognized from Napa.This is what being with a woman like Vanessa does to you.Mitch knew the difference between Napa and Tuscan red.
“We’ve met before,” said a woman in a cherry cocktail dress. Only when she leaned forward did Mitch recognize her bottle blond hair. “You might even say I’ve seen more of her than I have in a mirror.”
The other women chuckled, including one named Freida whom Mitch knew intimately as well.Ask me if she shaves or waxes.Vanessa had to pinch Mitch before she opened her mouth. Right. She wasn’t supposed to talk when they were in a scene like this. Not unless given permission. Mitch had only almost forgotten because nothing about this was turning her on. Under any other circumstance, she would already be crawling around on hands and feet like this was an ordinary night at the club in the company of women they might trust.
This was different. There was danger in the air, and Mitch had to be on her best behavior.
“How pleasant to meet you lovely people here tonight.” Vanessa could say those things without sounding like a bitch. “Undoubtedly, you already know who we are.”
“How could anyone herenotknowtheVanessa Richards and her perfectly kept pet, Michelle?” Candace leaned against the wall, the sash of her robe coming undone. She only wore underwear underneath, which was more than what Mitch sported beneath her clothes. “You two are legends. Winners of the Summit a couple of years ago. I could only wish to have been able to attend that year. I’m sure it was a sight to behold.”
“I was there,” said one of the women Mitch hadn’t met yet. “I can attest that no submissive woman had turned me on more.”
“High praise coming from, Kasey.” Candace grinned. “Straightest woman in this room.”
“I know great talent when I see it. I wasn’t at all surprised to see you two win.”
“That truly is high praise,” Vanessa began as she and Mitch sat down on an empty loveseat, “and we’re honored. Aren’t we, Michelle?”
Mitch perked up at the prompting of her name. “I do enjoy treating people to a good show. The Summit was merely a taste of what we can do.”
The slight arch of Vanessa’s brow offered a word of warning. Mitch could not overstep her assigned bounds in this group. It didn’t matter how witty she was on her own. If her Mistress presented her as someone who minded her manners and did as told, then Mitch had to deliver.
“Is that so?” Kasey chuckled. “Perhaps we’ll have to see another demonstration tonight.”
“Let’s allow our guests to settle in and feel comfortable first,” Candace said.
Vanessa offered a curt nod. “Appreciated.”
While the women in charge introduced themselves and Vanessa took over, Mitch surveyed the room. She wished she could say this was the most eclectic gathering of women she had seen in someone’s private BDSM dungeon, but that was laughably untrue. The women attending Candace Lister’s party weren’t that much different from what Mitch might see at someone else’s gathering or in the few exclusive kink clubs dotting their world. She was sure she had seen some of these women at the Summit, the annual gathering of dominant women and their submissive partners. Most were also female, but that didn’t stop discerning straight women from attending for the socializing, networking, and raw entertainment value of the performances. Every year, a lucky couple won not only a sizable cash prize but the respect and awe of their peers. Vanessa and Mitch had won a couple of years ago, not that they needed the money. They had donated most of it, but that hadn’t been the goal. What Vanessa wanted was the validation of her new friends – and what Mitch craved was attention.
She had it in this room. Something about her had brought out the inner fire of most of the Dommes in the room, including Candace, who probably still thought about Mitch bending over to pick up something she had pretended to drop.
It’s how I got us in here. It’s how I get us in anywhere.Mitch’s relationship with shame was like a politician flirting with honesty – they only pretended to understand if it furthered their physical gains.
That was what dominant types loved about Mitch. She knew it, too. Since going public with Vanessa and making a splash in the performative kink scene, Mitch had learned that her own biggest turn-ons were exactly the kinds of things to attract her type toward her. She liked showing off, and she wasn’t shy. If they weren’t here to possibly suss out a connection between Candace Lister and one of the worst crimes Mitch could imagine, she would be all over this party. Assuming her Mistress let her.
Sometimes, being held back made it more fun.
Candace was not the type to keep all of her guests in one spot for long. Once the initial introductions and catching up were finished, she excused herself to check on things in the kitchen and encouraged everyone to “talk amongst yourselves” and “take a gander at the Shimagawa X510 Swing I had installed.” If Mitch and Vanessa weren’t seasoned pros at these kinds of parties by now, Mitch might be slightly scandalized.
“Do you want me to stay close?” Mitch whispered that into her Mistress’s ear under the guise of flirting with her. As Vanessa wrapped a possessive arm around her the moment the other guests started circling, the answer didn’t really need words – but Mitch always appreciated them.
“As long as they keep their hands to themselves, I think it’s best if we split up for a few. If they do start getting handsy… you know what to do.”
“Plan A or B?”
“B, my pet. Don’t get too excited. We’re working a different game here.”
