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him from doing anything.”
    Alex smiled. “Let’s go on a little walk, and I’ll introduce you to a few people I know. I take it that you two are going to be playing in the dungeon? He was grilling me earlier for every piece of information I had about you, but I’m pretty good at keeping secrets.” Alex put her arm around Constance and then looked back at Dylan. “May I be excused to show Constance a few things, Master?” she asked.
    “Of course.” Dylan waved his hand absently and went back to talking about football with the other man, who pulled Sheila toward him.
     
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    Sindra van Yssel
    Alex guided Constance back to the dungeon. For a moment, Constance entertained a moment of paranoia. She didn’t really know Alex, either. Or even Arthur and Samantha, or any of the people at the wedding. She’d met them all of once. And they were all obviously into this kinky stuff. Aidan had talked with Alex; what if they were plotting together? But there was something about Alex that allayed her suspicions, something nurturing and open.
    “You’ve never done anything like this before, have you, Constance?”
    “No.” It wasn’t like she had no sexual experience at all. She’d had her share of lovers in college, even if none of them had really clicked. Her heart had certainly gotten involved then, though, and she spent many nervous hours waiting for calls back that never came, reinforcing her feeling that she was something of a dud in bed. “It’s all been, what was the phrase? Vanilla. Which is a really funny word for plain when you think about it, because vanilla is really tasty and not plain at all. It’s got a lovely aroma and—”
    “I think it’s about ice cream, dear,” said Alex. “I like vanilla ice cream, but it’s not very adventuresome.”
    “Oh. Ice cream.” She hadn’t had ice cream in nearly as long as she hadn’t had sex.
    She figured that sampling her own creations got her more than enough sugar. Alex gave her a curious glance.
    The sign on the door at the end of the hall said DUNGEON in letters that looked like they’d been made by dripping white candle wax on a black background. It reminded her of dripped melted sugar on a sheet of chocolate. Alex pushed the door open and led her back in. She’d been in the room for hours, so she hadn’t thought it would hold any surprises for her. But where her folding tables had been was now a solid oak board with black leather padding on top, supported by sturdy-looking legs.
    All around the board were O-shaped bolts, and tied on top was a blindfolded woman.
    There was a man at each end of the table, and the woman’s head was just off the board, leaning back to suck on one man’s cock while she was being fucked from the other side.
     
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    “Okay, fine,” Constance said with a coolness she didn’t feel.
    “Looks like she’s having a fun time,” Alex said. “She’s hogging up all the men. But Aidan’s waiting for you, so don’t you worry.”
    Constance looked over to the door that exited toward the parking, and Aidan was leaning against the wall there, her stuff neatly stacked at his feet. He waved and nodded approvingly at her. Her heart did a little jump. Why did his approval matter to her? But nonetheless, it did.
    “Now, you were wondering what would happen if you yelled our safe word loud and clear in here, so let’s go find out.” Alex led Constance to where Arthur and Samantha were talking to the two people doing rope bondage earlier, Bruce and Laera, and another couple. They looked like they could be chatting at any normal party, if you ignored the fact that Bruce was only wearing a pair of tight pants, Samantha had on an indecently short skirt, and Laera was wearing nothing but ropes. The third couple, by comparison, was dressed normally, but the woman was so tall and her long red hair so striking that even in a midlength black skirt and a plain black blouse, she stood out. Her man was even