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surrendered to me.
    “Trust me,” I whisper, before stepping back to the various instruments I have laid out on the bed.
    I lift the feather up to my nose and smell, it smells like fresh air. I pick up a set of nipple clamps also. Walking back to Natasha I feel the trust in her body language. She trusts me, and I trust her. I rub the feather over her lips until she parts them, then I trace it over her face, tickling her skin. She giggles when I trace it down her neck. I continue to do this for several moments before I place it on the bed. Reaching around from behind her I take each nipple in my finger rolling it gently until they form hard peaks. When I’m satisfied I pinch and pull gaining the slightest of moans.
    Next, I grab the clamps and apply them one at a time. These little suckers have enough bite to cause pain, but used the right way, they will cause a lot of pleasure when you pull. I move her long blonde hair to the side and take her lips with mine. The kiss is short but leaves her breathless. I pick up the feather once again and start at the back of her neck, slowly running it down her spine, when I get to the dip at the base; I move it around her hip to her stomach.
    “It tickles, Master .” Natasha says, giggling softly.
    I smack her ass hard with the palm of my hand. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes through the room.
    “Quiet, control.” I remind her.
    Her laughing ceases immediately. I look to see a perfect print of my hand shining in the dim light. I turn back to my task at hand; I continue the path up her stomach, and between her b reasts. I stop to trace the feather oh so lightly around each nipple that has been clamped. I hear her sharp intake of breath when I do. Instead of continuing the journey towards her neck I start the travel down towards her core. I knew she would be dripping with desire and I liked that about her.
    The door opens and several on lookers and assessors enter. I look to them briefly and offer them a smile. Today was going to be my day… and I was going to do this. Today my dreams were defi nitely going to come true. I had this; I had everything I could ever want in this moment. I see everyone take their seats at the corner of my eye, and gently I run a hand down Natasha’s back to reassure her. She nods her head and I know she is just as ready as I am.
    “You ready for this?” I whisper against her ear, hoping only she would hear.
    “Absolutely.” Natasha offers me a smile and her trust.
    I walk over to the table and select the canes first. If I wanted to make my dreams come true, I was going to do it in style….
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter One
     
     
    The place was packed on arrival. Bodies bumped and pushed up against me as I worked my way through the overly large crowd. The lights above change colour continuously, which makes it harder and harder for me to see where the fuck I am going. I had lost Natasha when she wandered off to the toilet and found a submissive friend. She hated these things but I always made her come with me. I never did a scene in public but I knew there would come a day where I would want to, and I always wanted to be prepared for that.
    Sailor was supposed me to meet me at the door a half hour ago but he never showed. It didn’t fucking surprise me however. He would have spotted a hot piece of ass and followed her through the door if I know sailor. I finally make it out into the open space of the balcony and look out into the flock of people below. The brief scan I do, I can’t see him. I do see Natasha sitting down with Angel however. Angel is a ball of fun but a mistress in her own mind. She shocked the fuck out of me when she showed up to a party with a female submissive instead of a male. One thing I have learned in this lifestyle is to never be shocked by anything.
    There is a scene happening on the main stage, the sound of thudding and low moans can be heard from up here. I lean on the rail