The limousine rolled to a marked space by three Jeeps and the chauffeur stepped out once more and smoothed her uniform. Barrington admired the figure that had not been obvious as she had driven and he felt a surge of interest in possibilities that seemed endless. Even the coiled whip at her hip did not seem to be a threat.
“Miss Candice will be your Mistress for the visit,” said Veronica to her guest with a small wave at the chauffeur.
“Naturally, this is all a little delicate,” she continued. “We cannot have a man wandering around freely here in Crimson. You might end up in a cage! We have prepared a small part of Crimson for your use, where you can find amusement for yourself. Outside this area, I would ask you to only venture with Miss Candice as your guide. Once the new male domain i
