Page 68 of Master My Love

“We scheduled these demos weeks ago. I planned to perform with Alicia, who is still on standby in case you weren’t ready.”

“Like hell,” she muttered under her breath. The little bitch would love to scene in public with Eric. Louder, so he could hear, she told him firmly, “Having her on standby won’t be necessary, master. I’m your submissive.”

He smiled, a warm glint in his eyes. “That’s my brave girl. We’ll talk about the issue you have with our receptionist later. For now, we need to go if we’re to get started on time. The natives get restless when a demo is more than a minute late.”

As they wound their way through the crowd, a tremor, equal parts excitement and dread shot up her spine. The place was packed, shoulder to shoulder, as Samson said. The eventuality of everyone seeing her bare ass, and then some, as Eric had predicted earlier, was about to come true.

She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly parched. What had she gotten herself into?










Chapter 17

VAL’S STEPS FALTEREDthe tiniest bit when Eric brought her to room nine—the voyeur’s room. Whether an intense fascination with the new, highly erotic world she stepped into or a true kink, he’d keyed into her enjoyment of watching others the first night. Only this time, he didn’t intend for her to be on the outside looking in. She counted spectators standing three and four deep in front of the three large windows, and sensed their eagerness, the hum of excitement increasing as Eric led her inside.

Currently, the glass panels were fully open, allowing the audience—other voyeurs like herself—to watch and hear everything going on in the room.

Once inside, Eric drew her alongside the pedestal-style bondage table in the center of the room.

“I understand this is your first public scene, and what I have planned will be a unique experience for you, but trust me to take care of you, sprite. I’ll angle the table to protect your modesty, and the audience will only see you from the top and sides.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, that concession bringing her relief at least.

“That won’t always be the case, though. If we were in the medical room, for example, that wouldn’t happen. Our scene doesn’t demand full exposure. By the way, this is one of the rare occasions I would have allowed panties.”

“Now you tell me.” Nervously, her eyes swept the padded table. “What does our scene demand?”

He smiled. “I will reveal all in due course, my curious, persistent subbie.”

She looked around the room for a lighter or a book of matches, a fire extinguisher or a bucket of water. Anything to indicate what he planned. Was it fire play or something else? Perhaps electro play, like T had warned.

She saw nothing that looked like Dr. Frankenstein’s reanimation equipment, either. The curiosity was killing her.

The growing hum of voices drew her attention to the window and the deep wall of eager onlookers jockeying for a better position to see the demonstration. Val now understood what it was like to be a goldfish in a bowl.

“There are a million people out there.”

He glanced up, considering their audience briefly. “Hardly. I’d say fifty. It will swell to one hundred when we begin, at most.”