Chapter Thirteen
Where No One Walks
Although she wore the new black corset on her return visit to the dungeon, she gave up the braids in favor of her more typically sultry look, her hair riding in waves at her shoulders. Without Bret on her arm as Master, it took some sweet talk to get inside, but sweet-talking was natural to her personality, and no bouncer could refuse the sensuous coquettes bewitching seduction. She promised to check in with the Master of the Dungeon, who bore the responsibility of protecting her as an unaccompanied submissive. Once inside, however, she immediately forgot the rule, figuring that no one would really care or notice if she didnt follow this rule. She began her perusal of the club as a free submissive, comforted by its intimate warmth. Even without Bret
