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Chapter 18

By the time he called for her, Anna was so lost in her own head that she almost didn’t hear the announcement. It wasn’t until another one of the subs touched her shoulder that she realized what was happening.

“Sub Anna. Orion Room,” the metallic voice droned.

She rose, leaving behind the half eaten plate of food someone had brought her. Head held high—because she didn’t have any other choice—she made her way through Las Palmas. She had no way of ignoring the Masters and Doms who examined her as she passed. The “A” on her breast let them know what was going to happen to her, while the chastity belt made sure everyone knew that her pussy was owned. They may not have been formally bonded yet, but Master Jensen had left no doubt as to whom she belonged to.

Above all there was the posture collar, forcing her to face her choices, and her submission.

Anna had no desire to wear a permanent collar once they were bonded. A piece of jewelry wouldn’t make Jensen any more or less her Master. She understood the appeal of the collar, and certainly enjoyed them—except, perhaps, for the one she wore now. But Anna could not, as much as she might want it, give herself over to her submission. The person she was outside these walls would no more wear the same necklace every day—especially a choker style one, which hadn’t been in fashion since the 90’s—than she would go to work in mismatched shoes.

The only jewelry she wore with any regularity was her engagement ring. She’d taken it off as soon as she’d arrived at Las Palmas. It had no place here, the same as a collar had no place in the outside world.

She stopped outside the Orion Room and took a deep breath.

“Wait.”

She jumped. A dark haired sub decked in body jewelry and chains appeared beside her. It was the same woman who’d been there yesterday.

“Your Master has commanded me to take you to the bathroom.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

“It’s over here.”

Together they slipped into a bathroom located a few doors down.

“Inspection,” the dark-haired sub said.

Anna stiffened, but then spread her legs and raised her arms, lacing her fingers behind her neck. She touched the warm metal of the collar and wondered if the sub had the key.

The other woman undid the chastity belt, then slipped out, allowing Anna to relieve herself. She washed her hands and fixed her hair, then examined herself in the mirror.

There were still faint patches of pink on her fair skin from the abrasion, and she could see one or two spots of darker pink from the various spankings. She’d cleaned herself up after she’d used the toilet, but she could already feel her sex growing wet once more. Her eyes seemed larger and darker than normal.

The collar made her neck seem slim and pale, held delicately within the hard ribs of metal. She touched her pulse point and swallowed. She knew what was coming. It was all she’d been able to think about.

Slipping out, she found the other sub waiting for her. Together they returned to the Orion Room.

“What’s your name?” Anna asked the other woman.

“Pet.”

“Your name is Pet?”

“I am my Master’s pet.”

“You’re a

“Yes.”

Jensen would have asked one of the Owners to loan out his slave to be used as a helper. Most slaves lived

Anna opened the door.

and it took her eyes a minute to adjust. The pinpricks of light sparkled in the ceiling overhead. A single spotlight highlighted a large steel structure. There were

of weights, this piece was outfitted with rings, straps and

Jensen stepped

flood of desire poured over her. Just the sight of him was enough to have her teetering on the brink of orgasm. He looked more himself than he had yesterday, wearing nothing but jeans. His arms were folded, showing off his imposing muscles. His

“To me, Anna.”

to her knees. She could look neither up nor down. He circled her, touching her

“Hands.”

Pet appeared and handed him something. He held it down for her to

you know what these

“Cuffs, Master.”

suede. Instead of an “O” or “D” ring, there

cuffs. Suspension

started to look up but her head hit the back of the collar and she winced. That explained the straps, which would distribute the weight, allowing the sub to hang by the wrists without damaging

cuffs around her wrists, tugging to check the fit. Then he drew her to her feet. Taking the key from

Master,” she

reminded you’re mine?” He touched her

She wanted to kiss

“Good.”

positioned her under the bar, and then raised her hands, attaching her to the frame with chain. Her arms went straight up from her shoulders, and were pulled tight enough that standing flat footed wasn’t comfortable. She rose onto the balls of her feet, swaying a little. She wouldn’t be able to stand like

“Comfortable?” he asked.

“Not exactly.”

rubbing her, making sure

front of her, and

remember what’s left

“Yes, Master.”

left breast, then slid his hand up to her

“I don’t know.”

the

pounding in her chest. What mask had Pet gone to

“Trust me, Anna.”

“I do, Master.”

and Jensen released her to turn to the other woman. When he turned back, Anna saw panels of

the

a

for it. Remember the items left on

breath, inhaling the warm, woody smell that was distinctly

His cock pressed against her ass

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