![]() ![]() Sejal watched as the lovely dark-skinned woman whose corset she had just tightened walked out. One by one they were called over the loudspeaker system as their Doms summoned them to the various areas and playrooms. After the announcement of the game, which had taken place in an all-member meeting in the Conclave-a rather pretentious name for the equally pretentious horse-less stable building, most of the subs had come back here. The subs' dressing room was in the Subs' Garden. The club was housed in an expansive mission-style estate, comprising a series of buildings with rooms that faced into small courtyards. Sejal paced the dressing room the submissives used. Then, a few months ago, when Hach demanded she top him, she'd strived to be the best switch possible. Once she'd signed, and committed to being a submissive, she'd strived to be the best submissive she could be. It had taken Hach’s gentle encouragement, and a few reminders about what they'd learned about managing stress, to get her to agree. At the time she'd been reluctant to join. She'd paid more attention to the membership contract, and grilled the overseers about the privacy policy, the NDA everyone filled out, and a variety of other things. Sejal had been a member for two years, and had only the vaguest memory of the checklist. With their partner they had to work through every kink and toy listed on the club’s extensive BDSM checklist. Normally that didn't particularly matter, but earlier today the overseers of the club had dropped a bombshell, announcing a new "game." Every member was assigned a partner and a letter of the alphabet. Last year, Hach had collared her, and more importantly they'd been declared bonded. Sejal placed her fingers on her bare throat. A chance to practice giving up control.Ī chance to see Hachiro, better known at Las Palmas as Master Sato. She shook back her hair, as if doing that would help her shed thoughts of work.Ĭoming to Las Palmas was her break. Her nurses and the hospital admins handled that. When she wasn’t at Las Palmas, the exclusive and expensive BDSM club in the canyons of Malibu, she had every minute of her day carefully planned and plotted.Īs her career had progressed over the past few years, she did less and less of the plotting and planning. The problem is she’s only his for the weekend, unless, of course, Cortland decides that instead of giving her away temporarily, Master Soto meant the other item on the checklist-giving away his sub…permanently.Ī good submissive would be waiting patiently, but Sejal had never claimed to be a particularly obedient submissive, and waiting made her itchy-time spent waiting was time wasted. Though they seem like very different people, Sejal and Cortland soon realize they’re a perfect fit as Dominant and submissive. ![]() And being a good Dom means when Master Sato passes over Sejal’s leash his first thought is making sure the beautiful submissive is okay with what’s happening. Collared and bonded to Master Sato, Sejal assumes he’ll be her partner, but one of the first items on the checklist is “given away to another Dom.” Sejal’s Master gives her to Master Cortland Dowell, a ridiculously sexy Dom who looks at her in a way her own Master hasn’t in far too long.Ĭortland is a good Dom. A game where everyone is assigned a letter and with their partners has to explore every item that begins with that letter on the BDSM checklist. Of all the things Sejal expected from the letter G, having her Master give her away was never one of them.Īs a member of LA’s most exclusive BDSM club, Sejal has to play the club overseer’s new game.
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