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hapter 7: She Is Not A Slave

Chapter 7: She Is Not A Slave Riccardo

"Fine, let me go talk to Jolene some more and see if she has any more information about this girl." Marshall said, sipping his drink one last time before walking out of the door.

If Jolene actually knew anything, he was the guy to get the information. He could sweet-talk himself into anything he wanted, even talk himself out of anything as well if the need arose.

We did have several young adults as members living off daddy's money but most here were in the beginning of their thirties, self-made millionaires. This club wasn't just for BDSM, it was also a place to connect with influential people.

But what was Angelia? A brat spending daddy's money? Self-made millionaire? Or maybe she had a sponsor? Whatever it was, I wanted to know as much about her as I could. I said to my friends that we wouldn't influence her choice in becoming a slave but that didn't mean I didn't want her here as a member in this club, maybe she would surprise us all. Maybe she wanted older men. The smell of

tobacco

mixed with a hint of cognac filled the air as Kingston puffed. I wasn't much of a smoker but I liked to enjoy a good cigarette once in a while. Kingston on the other hand, could smoke with the best of them. With my drink in my hand, I waited in the quiet company of him. He wasn't a fan of filling the silence with unnecessary talk so I kept quiet, my leg bounced restlessly as the clock ticked. Finally, the door opened and a grim looking Marshall entered. "Well?" I prompted him as soon as he got inside, anxious to know more about this woman.

"It was her first time visiting a bdsm club of any kind. She said Angelia was a submissive and definitely not a slave." He went to the table and grabbed his empty glass, glancing at me to see if I needed a refill as well. I shook my head in response. "How did she know that?" I asked.

"Jolene asked, apparently Angelia didn't like the thought of being a slave, at least not by the look on her face when she asked her. She had an expressive response that she was just a submissive and also she won't become a member either." He filed his glass with more whiskey before plopping down on the couch with a sigh. He looked disappointed as h****ged down his drink in one big gulp. "Why not? Isn't my club good enough for her?"

Chapter 2 She Is Not A S**ve

The thought **ed me off and I hoped that wasn the case. I lived and breathed this club and no other club in Asaba could measure this one. It wasn't that I was biased, it was merely a fact. She couldn't afford it, I guess. Adanna forgot to mention the price as well."

F****ng Adanna, she had worked here over a year and this was the first time she had f***d up, not once but three times today which led me to believe she has done it on purpose but why? I will will fix it." 1 mumbled.

Somehow I would get Angelia as a member of my club, Neither marshall nor Kingston asked me how I would do that, they knew me well enough to know I could do it even if I had no idea where to start yet. "Does it really matter? She is not a s***e, that is what we were after." Kingston commented, looking angry.

That man could look angry even in the bliss of an or***m, no wonder he stuck to us. Everyone else was too intimidated by him to get too close, women got turned on by his moody looks but they were only there for a quick f***k before they left with their tail tucked between their legs.

"Maybe she hasn't considered it before? Being a submissive is a good step in that direction, maybe she just needs someone to show her how amazing it could be? I mean, outsiders have no idea what it actually entails to be a s**e, they all have some misguided views on it. She is new to the game, so she will be considered an outsider. Marshall argued and I couldn't help but agree with

nim.

him.

There was a lot more to it than those outside of bdsm culture knew.

At one in the morning, both of them said their goodbyes while I stayed behind. I had a lot of paperwork to finish before I could hit the hay. F***k, I was tired. The open house was good for business but it always brought on more work for me. I love my job, no objection there but aside from my best friends, that was all I had. I had longed for a s***ve for so ****ng long and I wasn't a fan of waiting. The thought of sharing a part of my life with someone was intoxicating and I had control over my workers but it was something else to control someone else's life, completely and entirely.

My friends and I did a few sessions now and then and it felt good for those few hours but after, we went back to being Masters without our s***e. It felt empty like I was missing a part of myself and I knew the guys felt the same. The things was, we were picky as f***k. No one we had met felt right and I am sure if we had been that picky, we might have already found one a long time ago. But I had a picture in my mind of how it should be and I wasn't letting that go. 2/3 Chapter 7 She is Not A Blave.

But

The woman we would choose is someone who fits with each of us, complimenting our personalities, the perfect sl***e to our Masters and one who I could laugh with, relax with after a long day at work and dominate. We all started out as dominants but soon noticed it wasn't enough. We craved control, not just for a little while but constantly. As for the desire to share, all of us were busy with our work and wouldn't have chough time for our slave as she would need, so we figured if we shared, we could give our slave the attention she deserved. But wasn't just that, it turned me on to see a woman with hazy eyes full of desire as she gave herself over to my friends. I liked to see them handle her, take charge of her while I watched. A tiny woman made even tiniest by the company of the guys, yes, I didn't hate that imagery. After getting my paperwork done, I left the club, trusting my manager to close up when the open house was done. There were still people downstairs and probably upstairs as well, though I couldn't see them. It had dwindled down some since I went to my office but the drug Bdsm was hard to quit, wanting to continue until the warning bell rang.