![]() ![]() Any discussion of who we are or what we do will be met with swift, harsh retribution.” The contract you signed when you joined will remain in effect. “If you want to play the same games, if you want the safety of the known, then we invite you to leave. Though the subs and slaves remained still, she saw the Masters and Doms straightening, some who were seated rising to their feet. “We are gods, gods who are growing lazy and stupid in our complacency.”Īnna’s heartbeat raced. For a moment Anna thought she could see bruises, like those left by a cuff, but that couldn’t be. ![]() Comfort and safety is for the mortals out there.” He threw out one long arm, his dress shirt pulling back to expose his strong brown wrist. “And yet,” Master Mikel continued, “we do not push ourselves. “Each of us has found pleasure and pain, often both, within these walls.” “We’ve become complacent,” Master Leo added. She radiated power like a fire gave off heat. She was in her early fifties and favored trim, tailored dresses instead of leather pants or latex gloves. “We’ve called you here for a very serious reason,” Mistress Faith said, her voice cool and clear. Referred to simply as Las Palmas, anyone who overheard a member talking about it and went snooping would find a website detailing the architectural and cultural history of the property. They were the owners of Las Palmas, and overseers of Las Palmas Oscuras-The Dark Palms-the name they’d given to the exclusive and secretive BDSM club housed on the estate. He had a narrow, strong face and dark eyes, which regarded the submissives with a sort of lazy pleasure. Master Leo and Mistress Faith wore half masks. Master Leo, Mistress Faith and Master Mikel drew the eye and commanded attention. Around her the other subs and slaves shifted to obey, rearranging themselves and focusing their attention on the three people standing in the center of the assembly. “Masters, Mistresses, thank you for joining us. She’d been a serious submissive for several years now, and after spending that much time with her head down, she’d become very good at identifying the sound of footsteps. Here it was the equivalent of a t-shirt and jeans.įootsteps clicked on the concrete-two pairs of boots and a pair of high heels. Outside Las Palmas the lingerie would have been exciting and racy. Matching stockings, panties and a garter belt completed her ensemble. She stared at the top of her own breasts, exposed to just above the nipple by the black corset she wore. Anna caught her breath and dropped her chin to her chest. Wood groaned as the heavy double doors opened. It had been built to house finicky purebred horses, but both the barn and the mansion served a darker purpose. The barn was only one of the many outbuildings and, despite its name, was nicer than most people’s homes, with brushed concrete floors, air conditioning and teak doors on the ten large stalls. Las Palmas was a beautiful property north of Los Angeles, named for the twin rows of palm trees that lined the drive and circled the mansion. To outsiders it might seem like nothing more than an upscale adobe-style barn, built to match the massive, sprawling mansion a hundred yards away. They were assembled in the barn, the only space in Las Palmas large enough to house everyone. Some prowled the edges of kneeling men and women like predators circling a heard of prey. More were in the seating area in the converted hay loft, leaning forward to look down at the bounty of flesh on the ground floor. The Masters and Doms lounged on couches or in chairs along two of the walls. Still others sat cross-legged with their hands laced together behind their backs. Some sat back on their heels, others were kneeling up, their bodies straight from head to knee. Slaves and submissives knelt in various states of undress in the center of the large open space. She wanted to raise her head and look around, but she didn’t dare. Anna’s legs hurt too-they’d been waiting here for over half an hour, and the concrete was hard against her knees and toes. The submissive kneeling beside her shifted, wincing a little. Drawing attention to herself right now would be like a mouse squeaking in a room full of hungry jungle cats. She craved both.Īnna kept her breaths slow and even, trying to make as little noise as possible. ![]()
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