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Oh, and lest you think she was on her honor to stay kneeling up, rather than sitting back on her heels, the bit gag was connected to a hook in the ceiling. She had a few inches of slackso long as she didn’t try to sit back, but no way to relieve the pain to her knees.

Her laptop was open in front of her with the information on the women and men she didn’t know who’d be part of tonight’s party. Yes it’sGirl’s Night Out, but two gay men are included. She already knew Matty, but she hadn’t met Cam.

She had a clicker in her hand that would allow her to page up and page down through the document, and to be certain she didn’t drop it, I tied it off to her right cuff and loosely wound the twine around her left hand. I had her drop it twice and feel to reclaim it, and when I was certain she was all set, I closed the door and put a sticky note on it to contact me before entering.

And I headed upstairs.

Chapter 43

Dozer

I knew every word spoken during her outing today because the phone I’d given her had recorded it and put it into text form. I’d read through the transcript about thirty minutes before Angelica had returned with her, and then listened to the last thirty minutes live.

I’d cued up a few parts of the conversation to listen to, so I’d get the tone of voice, and everything I read and heard assured me she wasn’t planning to turn on me. She might inadvertently say something she shouldn’t, but she wouldn’t do so on purpose.

Duke and I spent thirty minutes helping Gen get the conference room set up for the pre-party, and I listened to her tell me how much she liked my little Flower. “I mean, I adore Cam, and Iknowhe wears a collar with a leash when Isaac and Frisco take him to The Diamond Club. I don’t know what you and your Flower get up to, but if it’s okay for Cam, I guess it’s okay for her.” She blew out a breath. “Matty, too. He made it a point to let Daisy know he wears a collar for Razor, sometimes.”

“Thanks for that, Duchess.”

She laughed. “I mean, ifyoucan accept Matty, I can accept your Flower, but I want you to know it’s more than that. I’m not just accepting her — I really like her.”

Gen’s a snob when it comes to fashion and manners, and I think her subconscious recognized the elite parts of my DaisyMay. It’s also possible my little Flower’s drink order had done that, but I felt like it was more than just the Belvedere vodka.

When I went back downstairs, Daisy still had seventeen minutes to go, and I hardened my heart before I opened the door because it was important she endure the entire hour I’d decreed. The generally agreed upon consensus says twenty to thirty minutes is the longest you should leave your submissive kneeling on rice, but it was common practice in the last century for some schools to make human children kneel on sand, gravel, or cobblestones for an hour or two, and they all survived it just fine.

Tears flowed down her face when I opened the door, but she was focused on the laptop despite her pain.

I sat on the other side of the bed, took my boots off, and then leaned against the wall, closed my eyes, and considered all the safety precautions I’d made for the night.

I had a fake ID to give her, and I was still debating whether to do so or not. I hadn’t had to for lunch because Marco owns the steakhouse, and since he buys grass-fed beef from the MC to feed his patrons, we get a table anytime we want, even if they’re booked solid. I’d merely had to tell the manager to make sure she was served without being hassled about ID, and he’d made it happen.

I could do the same tonight, because Marco owns all three establishments, but I didn’t necessarily want to broadcast to so many people that she was underage. Also, I didn’t want to do anything to make her stand out.

When I asked her, she said Dray had put her driver’s license somewhere he said was safe, and she hadn’t seen it in months. She assumed her parents had her birth certificate, and she was probably right about that. She needed identification, though, so I’d gone to our document forger and told him I needed a copy of her valid New York driver’s license, and also her New YorkState Birth Certificate. And, while I was at it, I had him forge a Tennessee driver’s license that showed her a few years older and didn’t have her real name.

He’d been able to give me the Tennessee license twenty minutes after I gave him the cash for all three, but he doesn’t do New York documents every day, and he said he’d need twenty-four hours to be certain he got them right. I’d told him he had forty-eight hours, which meant I’d pick them up tomorrow.

My phone dinged to let me know my Daisy May’s time was up, and I took my time turning it off, pocketing it, walking around the bed, and beginning the process of unbinding her.

The rope to the ceiling first, then the spreader bar, which was only eight inches long at the moment, but on rice, even that had been cruel.

I gently helped her stand, turn, and sit on the bed at her speed. It took nearly two minutes to get her out of the armbinder, and I supported her back while she slowly brought her arms to her front, and then oh-so-gingerly picked the rice still stuck to her knees off. I handed her a bottle of water, and she drank nearly the entire thing.

I left her to go into the bathroom and run two washcloths under cold water. I twisted enough water out they weren’t dripping, and took them to her so she could put them on her knees.

I squatted in front of her, so I was looking up at her a little, but not much, and told her, “We’re kind of on a precipice, here. Loose lips sink ships, right? In this case, saying too much to the wrong people could bring unwanted attention with horrible consequences, and I don’t want to risk you getting so drunk you blab about things you shouldn’t. The whole point of tonight is that nearly everyone gets drunk, so you’ll stand out if you aren’t inebriated. Originally, I was going to limit you to two alcoholic drinks per establishment. That’s six drinks throughout the night.Gen often orders a round of shots for everyone after the drag show, towards the end of the evening, and I was going to leave that one up to you — so you could do the seventh drink if you thought you could handle it.”

I stood, paced away, and came back, so I was standing over her. “But after today, I’ve changed my mind. You know what can happen if you draw your parents’ attention to you, so how much you drink tonight is entirely up to you.”

“And if I fuck up and say something that draws the wrong kind of attention, Master, you’ll either send me to them or keep me in the cell in your basement, so I never get out, or at least so I don’t in the next five years.”

Smart girl. It was one of the things I loved about her, and she didn’t need me to confirm it because she knew she was right.

Technically, she wasn’t entirely right, because it’s damned possible I’d keep her for good, but maybe it was best I didn’t let her in on that part.

As it turned out, she got rip-roaring drunk and kept her mouth shut about personal shit all night long. She might not be graceful moving from position to position, but she looked damned good standing in place and moving to the music. And no, she wasn’t standing in place. Her feet moved, her hips and shoulders moved, but she stayed right where she was. I had no idea what to do with this information, or how to make it help in my goal of making her not seem so damned awkward, but clearly, she could move as society expected her to when it mattered, because she walked in heels like the most confident bitch in the room, and she could club-dance like a pro.

For the first time in years, I was part of the security team, and Brain moved me so I had her in my sights all night. There was only one issue, when a guy got handsy with her while she danced with Bethany. Dawg was two steps away, about to handle it, when Angelica grabbed the bastard’s arm in a classic nervehold, said something to him I couldn’t catch, and the guy turned and left with red eyes, trying not to fucking cry.

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