Submission

“No, I won’t deny that.” Taking a deep breath, she plunged into the sordid tale. “Sabrina told me about a year ago that she was a submissive. I tried to make her see reason, but she was convinced she was happy bowing and scraping to someone.”

“Perhaps she was.”

Trying to hide her distaste, she shrugged. “Maybe. It seemed fairly harmless, as long as it was still a fantasy. I knew she had a membership to some prison club.”

“Dungeon,” he corrected with just a trace of a laugh.

“Whatever. A few months ago, she told me she’d met a wonderful man and had accepted him as her Master.” She grimaced. “I was worried about her, but I couldn’t convince her to slow down. Six weeks ago, she told me she had entered into a contract to be his slave.” Sable shuddered. “Slavery. What the hell is wrong with her?”

He wore a serious expression. “Some submissives enjoy having someone assume complete responsibility for their needs. It makes them feel free.”

“Hmm.” It seemed wiser not to show more of her opinion on the subject. “It was crazy. She gave away her possessions, sold her apartment and car, and stopped taking modeling and acting jobs.” Sable frowned, remembering how buoyant her sister had been as she’d dismantled her entire life. “She even left her dog with me. Sable loves Sparkles more than anything in the world, except maybe me. Sobbing her heart out, she actually left her.”

entrust herself to her Master’s care.” Julian shrugged. “What do you want from me? Are you looking for a psychological explanation, or more information on the finer workings of

part of the contract included Sabrina being able to contact anyone she chose. She was supposed to retain her own cell phone and email address and be able to freely communicate.” At his nod, she continued. “I

contract allowed the Master to suspend her privileges

thought about that. It seemed reasonable to assume someone like that would punish a grown woman for following her own mind, but surely it wouldn’t last six weeks?

lie to you, Ms. Collins. There are Dominants who disregard the slave contract in an attempt to

snorted. “Sabrina isn’t a partner. She’s being exploited,

“I’m sure

care about the dynamics. What I care about is finding my sister. You’re the only person I know who is into this stuff, so I thought

might. If I can help,

shook her head. “She only called

any

I assume it’s somewhere in Colorado? Sabrina told me it was an exclusive community, and she was excited to join it. She said she wouldn’t have to live in fear of others’ judgments.” Sable shifted with discomfort, sure her sister had