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Authors: Tawny Taylor

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Elena couldn’t remember ever being so nervous. She didn’t even try to hide it. Kyler knew her well enough to recognize the signs, trembling hands, stutterin
g voice. Over the past year
, they’d spent a lot of time together, both in the dungeon and out. Talking. Touching. Sharing. Exploring. In that time, they’d grown, both as a couple and individually. Elena had learned a great deal about herself, thanks to Kyler. Like how hard it was for her to
trust.
And she’d helped him come to terms with a few issues too. Like how he avoided being vulnerable
, stepping out of his Dom shoes and kneeling at the feet of the woman he loved. It had been both the most challenging and wonderful thirteen months of Elena’s life
.
“I know. I understand. But like you said, you don’t have intercourse with them. Right? And no one will expect intercourse from me either.”

“That’s right. It’s very different with you
, my lover, than it would be
with a submissive seeking
only a Dom. And no Dom or
Domme
is going to even touch you without my permission, let alone demand intercourse.”

“I think I’m ready.”

“Okay.” He went back to the dungeon and gathered some toys in a bag. “Just in case you decide you want to play,” he explained. “No pressure. If you just want to watch
t
hat’s okay too. And I want you to tell me if you’re ever uncomfortable or want to leave.”

“Okay.”


You can’t wear that
outfit
if you’re going to be presented.
Go change.” He gave her jean-clad
bottom
a playful swat, sending her upstairs
giggling
. She wiggled into a g-string and fishnet body stocking and clomped downstairs in a pair of outrageously high shoes. On top went the white mink coat Kyler had given her the night of their first official date. “Ready?”

“Yep.” She held Kyler’s hand as they walked out to the waiting limo. “You said tonight’s sort of a
Christmas
celebration?” The official holiday was still over a week away, their
second Christmas Day
together. She didn’t care if Kyler gave her nothing. She was just grateful to have him in her life. He’d already given her so many things

beautiful clothes, expensive jewelry,
himself. S
he couldn’t imagine anything that would be better or more meaningful anyway. He’d totally spoiled her.

“You might call it that. There
won’t be any Christmas carols or hot chocolate but there’s usually
a nice buffet and soft drinks. And some of the members exchange gifts.”

“Are you giving anyone a present this year?”

“Only one.” He didn’t say more and she didn’t want to pry, although she was seriously curious to find out who had earned a Christmas present from the man she’d fallen in love with. Was it a fellow Dom or maybe one special sub? “The Christmas play party is always at Master Blade’s private dungeon.
Last year, you weren’t quite ready for it.”

Master Blade

who she guessed had not been born with that name

was obviously filthy rich, like old-money, rolling-in-it rich. His estate sat on one of
Michigan
’s most well
-
known roads,
Lakeshore Drive
, the rear backing
Lake St. Clair
. A long winding driveway took them through the walled, wooded lot to the house. A uniformed servant opened the limo’s door, and Kyler stepped from the car.
Elena
followed him up the brick home’s front steps to the polished wood door.
Elena
had never seen a house as big and beautiful as this one.

Inside, t
he building was as grand and breathtaking as its exterior. The foyer’s ceiling soared at least three stories up, and the biggest crystal chandelier she’d ever seen hung overhead.

“This way.” Kyler led her to a small room to the right
. “One last chance. If you want to just watch, you can keep your clothes on. But if you want me to officially present you to the group
this time
, you’ll need to take everything off.”

She glanced at
a pair of mostly
nude women wearing leather collars, g-strings and harnesses
, standing nearby. Her heart was
drumming against her breastbone, keeping a rapid tempo. And her hands were shaking, mouth so dry she swore her tongue was going to crack. But she still wanted to do this, wanted to become a part of this world. “I’m sure.”

The two women in g-strings
helped her out of her coat, body stocking and g-string. She felt terribly self
-
conscious as she left the room. It was amazing how much security a mostly
transparent fishnet garment could give her.

Kyler eyed her intensely, his gaze traveling up and down her body. “This is it.
Ready?”

How could she say no when she knew this meant so much to him? She pulled in a deep breath, let it out and clasped her shaking hands together behind her back. “Yes
, Master
. I’m ready.” She held her breath as she took little baby steps behind him, down the hallway to the pair of double doors at the end. She could hear the sounds of the party inside, voices, music.

When the doors opened, it was like a wave of sensation rolled over her. The scents of perfume and pine and sex. The distant sounds of slapping, and closer
,
voices, music. And the many, many bodies, tall and thin, short and stout, all shapes and sizes and in various forms of undress.

“This way.” Kyler led her past dozens of curious
onlookers
to the room’s center
,
b
eneath a glittering chandelier where light played out across the room in twinkling mini-starbursts. “Present, Elena.” He then moved away from her, walking toward one end of the room, leaving her to present as they’d practiced at home
every day
.

She’d imagined it would be like this, both scary and thrilling. But she’d had no idea how thrilling it would be. She lifted her chin, pushed her shoulders back and, staring straight ahead while avoiding making eye contact with any Doms or
Domme
s
with
in eyesight
,
walked across the empty floor. When she was within about four feet
from
Kyler, she slowly, as gracefully as she could manage
,
eased to her knees.

She hadn’t fallen over, twisted an ankle or stumbled like an idiot. She was actually able to inhale freely for the first time since arriving at this place.

Now the easy part. On all fours, she crawled toward him, stopping about eighteen inches from his feet. Finally, she took the presentation position he favored when they played at home. Back arched, eyes down,
bottom
up off her heels, knees spread and hands resting on her thighs.

She stared blindly at the gleaming wood floor and listened to the room fall silent. Everything seemed to stop, the voices, music. She didn’t have to look up to know that everyone was looking at her.

A crazy rush of heat flared through her body on the heels of an equally intense chill. The floor was like ice beneath her knees, the air a fragrant caress around her body, the silence a dark cloud above her head.

More nervous than
she had been a few minute earlier
, she turned inward, focused on the sensation of air filling her lungs, the pounding of her heart in her chest.

At Kyler’s
demand
, Elena recited the presentation she’d
performed
for him
every day they spent together
, “Master Kyler
,
this submissive presents the Master

s body for his examination and inspection. This submissive joyously presents these breasts

” She cupped her breasts. “This vagina

” She lowered her hands to her pussy and parted her labia. “This anus

” She reached around and parted her ass cheeks. “
A
nd mouth for examination and inspection.” She opened her mouth wide and waited.

What agony. What sweet agony.

Around her she heard voices, commenting on her body, complimenting Kyler on his beautiful new submissive. At his command, she closed her mouth and
,
av
oiding making eye contact with any
of her admirers, looked around the room.

How many times had she secretly fantasized about a scene like this, where she was being assessed, objectified? Touched? At Kyler’s assent, strangers’ hands fell on her shoulders, back, stomach, head. Male and females alike commented on her breasts, her ass, her hair.

Between her legs an aching pounding had begun, and the heat there increased with each throb of the delicate tissues. Even if her mind didn’t know it, her body did. This was what she’d been searching for. She’d found her place, among Masters and Mistresses, Doms and
Domme
s. Slaves and submissives. People she might never have found.

Kyler had
gently and patiently
led her home.

A beautiful woman, her lush body spilling from a black latex catsuit, bent down and boldly weighed Elena’s breasts, her full red lips pursed. “She’s just lovely, Kyler. May I?”

“Absolutely, Mistress
Jasmine
.”

Elena gasped, both insanely aroused by the woman’s touch and equally shocked. But she didn’t flinch or move away. Even when she watched one of the woman’s hands move down between her legs.

Her inner thighs tightened and Elena squeezed her eyes closed as the woman’s fingers slipped into her slick heat, stretching her. She could swear she was either going to ignite or pass out. She just wasn’t sure which.

Reflexively, her vagina tightened around the woman’s fingers, intensifying Elena’s pleasure.

What was it about becoming an object that thrilled her so much? She was there, on her knees, her pussy full of some
woman
’s fingers
.
Her entire body open and exposed to so many people
.

She couldn’t say, but she knew this was what she needed. That instead of making her feel empty and invisible it made her feel powerful and beautiful. She was sad when the woman withdrew her fingers, gave Kyler yet another compliment on his new submissive and left, and the sounds of the party slowly resumed.

Kyler helped her to her feet. “Now we go to the dungeon.”

Elena’s knees threatened to buckle, she was so aroused and giddy. As she walked, she felt people watching her, admiring her. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced in her life. Past men and women,
Masters and slaves, Doms and submissives, down
the wallpapered wall lined with expensive looking artwork, to a single door, painted black.

Kyler
opened the door, and they stepped into a huge, fascinating bondage dungeon, torn from her wildest imagin
ings
.

Over the past
year
, Kyler had taught her the proper terms for the equipment

St. Andrew’s
C
ross, sex swing, kneeler, bench, cage. This dungeon had several of each. The room was partitioned into eight areas, each one containing at least a couple
of
pieces of furniture. At the moment, there was a scene going on in each one. She passed one where a
Domme
was playing with a submissive man. He was on his knees at the moment, being flogged. And in another scene, a Dom seemed to be instructing onlookers on the art of rope bondage. Kyler continued toward the back of the room, stopping in front of a scene showcasing a man nearly as big as the bouncer outside performing electro play on a bound beautiful blond woman.

That was one line Elena was definitely afraid to cross, but that didn’t keep her from watching in silent fascination as the man deftly stimulated the woman with the silver wand. The heat in her pussy inched up even higher, and she ached to have Kyler caress that pounding throb away. Here, in the middle of the crowd. Or there, on that sex swing. Anywhere.

“What do you feel?” Kyler whispered into her ear. He pressed his entire length against her back. His rigid rod was pillowed against her ass.

“I’m

so hot,” she admitted, eyes riveted on the handsome Dom who was now removing the restraints from the blonde. “I didn’t know how I’d feel about all this.
I mean, I’ve watched before. But it’s different, actually being a part of it.

Kyler pulled her tighter against him. “I didn’t know either
,
when I came here the first time
to play
. I don’t think anyone does. But the minute they walk in, they either know it’s for them or it’s not. I’ve seen it go both ways.”

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