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binding her breasts so they sat
high and thrust out begging for some loving. He moved down her torso creating a
pattern of diamonds over her flesh. Taking a deep breath, I took her in. Her
face looked so serene and peaceful. I doubted she was aware of anything going
on around her, other than the feel of the rope. In that moment I decided I
would master shibari . I wanted to put that look on Issy’s face. There was something about this woman that
called to me like no other ever had … and I was sure it wasn’t simply because
she was the first I’d seen tied up. Since walking in the door tonight, I’d had
to turn down a couple of scantily clad submissives who offered me their services. One was particularly persistent, but she’d had
that glint in her eye that said she knew who I was so I’d had no trouble
turning her down. Several times. But Issy , I knew I’d
never be able to turn her sweetness away.
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    Monique
    I ran my tongue over my front teeth as I glared across
the room. That little bitch had known Zeck was mine
if he came back, and what did she do? Showed him how easy she was with anyone
who could tie a knot. It was pathetic. The slutty little Australian should go
back home and leave men like Zeck to be handled by a
real woman. Like me.
    I’d been putting up with this little hellhole for
months waiting for someone powerful or famous to come through the doors. I
deserved to get my payoff for all I’d suffered. Letting these so-called Doms beat on my ass night after night. A shudder ran
through me. I couldn’t fake it for much longer. I needed to find myself a man,
someone rich that could afford to take care of me.
    I was a little surprised Brian hadn’t chosen a private
room for this little scene of his. Zeck was obviously
new to this kink crap. He was standing to the side watching Brian tie the
little tart up. Sure, he was sporting an impressive erection, but come on. The
man had bare tits in his face and he was only male. It didn’t mean he needed
this lifestyle to be happy. If I caught him soon enough, I could convince him a
nice normal girl was what he really needed. I patted my hair, making sure it was
all still perfectly in place. He needed someone perfectly presented that would
handle being in the media. Basically, he needed me.
    A growl escaped my throat when Zeck helped Brian strap the little tart down to a bench. Oh great. They were going to spank the little slut. I barely held
in the urge to curl my lip. The silly twit looked like she actually enjoyed it.
Her face was lax with bliss as Brian showed Zeck how
to slap her ass. I huffed. Like any man needed instructions on how to slap a
lump of flesh that big. You couldn’t miss even if you closed your eyes! I’d
never understood society’s fascination with curvy women. I spent hours every
day in the gym to keep my figure tight and trim. Unlike the fat Australian,
there was no soft dimply flesh on my body.
    Bile rose up my throat when Zeck pulled his palm back and landed a blow on her ass. The idiot was smiling like
he’d found a case of money. I ran my palms down my dress, looking like I was
simply checking everything was how it should be. When I reached my special
hidden pocket, I pressed the button to activate the small camera I had
carefully set up. I hoped I was close enough to get enough to work with. I
tapped my finger a few times, taking more photos of Zeck beating the fat tart’s ass.
    I shook my head with a huff when the silly man moved
to press himself against the tart’s now red ass. He was pressing that
impressive length of his against her. Damn
it! It should be me he was sexing up, not her. I tapped another couple of
pictures vowing to make him pay for ignoring me. When all this was over, he
would come to me. He would need a nice pretty normal woman to show the world he
wasn’t an abusive asshole like the rest of them in here. And conveniently, I’d
be there to help soothe his hurt ego and help him move on from this