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through me. Freda and Victor were a couple I’d had a crush on since we joined the club. So did everyone else, I think. They stand out in this crowd because they’re black, but those two would stand out anywhere. They’re both really tall and fiercely beautiful, and this night Freda was wearing a tight, boned pastiche of traditional hunting habit: a precariously low-cut red jacket and a miniature hat and veil, and shiny black boots with heels that could stake a vampire. Her long corn-rowed hair hung down her back in cords as tight and cruel as the lashes of a cat-o’-nine-tails. There was a riding crop holstered at her hip, and we were under no illusions that she knew how to use it. I’ve heard she’s some sort of scary corporate lawyer.
    I’ve no idea what Victor does for a day job, but he’s built with the sort of hyper-real muscles you only see on sportsmen and in rap videos, and all of it was on show that night. His dress consisted mostly of leather strapping: one of those chest harnesses people put on bull terriers and mastiffs, with the legend “REX” printed down the breastbone, and a set of tack and metal rings around his ass and cock and balls that fully displayed his vital parts, flushed and swollen and ready. A glans-ring completed the “pet” theme: a chain led from it to Freda’s elegant, nonchalant fingers.
    â€œWhoa!” I moaned, forgetting myself. Dev chuckled.
    It’s not like we know Freda and Victor to talk to. She’s a really haughty domme, and though she will deign to punish other people’s subs sometimes, she plays too rough for most. I like a little recreational spanking, but they’re in another league altogether. Victor likes serious pain. When the Club
Night theme was “Pirates , ” she’d tied him to a ship’s wheel and whipped his back and ass raw with a leather strap, and he’d taken it without complaint. Groaned, sweated, clenched his teeth, yes—but taken it, and then got down to kiss her toes afterward and thanked her profusely.
    â€œHmm?” said Dev pointedly. “Would you like that, Princess?”
    I tore my gaze from the other couple to meet his, biting my lip. My face was burning, my pussy melting. But I didn’t say anything. I desperately wanted him to make the decision. He was the master, not me.
    Dev lifted one eyebrow, and I felt his legs shift beneath me. “Sit, girl.”
    I moved back to sit on my heels, my heart pounding. He stood slowly, watching me with a critical eye.
    â€œLegs open.”
    Obediently I spread my thighs.
    â€œNow—stay.” He let the chain leash slip from his hand to hang down between my outthrust breasts. The loop handle brushed my bare and sensitized mons, and I quivered inside. I watched him stroll away toward Mistress Freda, and I swallowed hard, trying to work moisture back into my nervous mouth. It all seemed to have drained down to my sex, which felt swollen and heavy.
    This is real. Oh God—he’s really going to ask. I’m a good dog. He’ll look after me. I am doing as my master wants. I’m a good good dog.
    He spoke to her. I watched the confident tilt of his shoulders and the easy nod of his head, gesturing back at me. I couldn’t help admiring the sweep of his long kilt and the dull gleam of the rubber. Victor—or Rex—was kneeling quietly at his mistress’s side, his neck turned so that he could look up at her with calm
devotion. The light glistened on his muscled chest: he was a Rottweiler among toy poodles. When she glanced over at me, a sharp sweet pain contracted inside my belly. I dropped my gaze to the floorboards, too shy to meet hers.
    Oh god. They were coming over. All three of them.
    â€œHere she is,” said Dev. How could he sound so calm?
    â€œHh,” she grunted. “Kneel up straight.” Obediently I hauled my ass clear of my heels. The floorboards felt hard beneath