Chapter Nine
Through the Door
The foyer buzzed with more than a dozen conversations, all intense, all full of excitement at the beautiful home, all full of anticipation about rope knotted on supple arms, shapely legs and wet crotches, the echo of moans and screams from hoarse throats, the raising of bruises and welts on tender slave flesh. But from some more self-important doms I fast got the impression that this was more than a kinky get together. Not only were these people here to inflict pleasurable torture on writhing slaves, there was some other purpose for the gathering. Marlena earlier spoke about canceling the party and Parnell was equally determined not to allow the specter of someone like myself stop it but, whatever they were afraid of, they certainly didn’t show it. They acte
