smiled at Troy, “I am beginning to doubt her dedication to solving this issue. I am starting to think she likes the punishment." Juliana didn’t answer, but Troy saw the way she smiled and wiggled closer to her husband. Damn, he wants this with Diana.
Derek looked down at his phone. “It seems that Nicole is working in dining room three and appears well. It also seems that I am needed in Mr. Diamond’s office. I am responsible for the legal paperwork of new club sluts. He has a new recruit ready to sign.”
“Sign?” Troy asked.
“Yes, Mr. Palmer, every slut is here voluntarily. They release their rights to Carmichael International, in return they are allowed to live and work here, until their services are no longer wanted.”
“What happens to them then?”
Derek kissed Juliana’s cheek. “I will be back as soon as I can." She nodded. Then to Troy, “They are sold. Remember, they’ve already signed away their free will. Since you are a friend of Mr. Diamond’s, would you like to join me? See how this works?”
Troy thought about it. He was still trying to take in this new side of BDSM. “I believe I will pass. May I stay and ask Doctor… I mean your slave, more questions? I think her perspective, as a slave and a psychologist may help me with my fiancée.”
Derek smiled, “As long as you respect my lock. Most males around here refuse to see the intelligence that a female can possess. I admire your insight. But, I promise, as amazing as her mind is, her body is even better.”
Troy laughed, “I guess I am going to need to take your word on that.”
“Yes, you will." With that he closed the office door, leaving the two of them alone. Troy noticed Dr. Sell’s blushed cheeks. It was one of the most beautiful sights, he’d ever seen.
Chapter Eight
Diana, now Cierra, knelt obediently near Liam’s feet. Master Derek was on his way to meet with her, alone. Over the past few hours, Master Liam has been preparing her for the impending contract, her voluntary submission of rights. It started as soon as Candy and Desiree brought her to this office.
***
Prostrate on the lush carpet, Liam’s voice caused Diana’s body to tremble as her pussy quivered. She teetered on the ledge between terror and ecstasy. The fear of one and the allure of the other, kept her tingling with electricity. This man now dominated her being. In the past she’d upset him, said things, and done things. Tears slipped from her painted lids as she thought about their past. Diana prayed that he recognized the past as ancient history, this is now. The realization that her entire future rested outside her control made her weak with desire. She would do anything to please her master. Sensing his presence and longing for his recognition, her desire for food diminished, in contrast to her desire to please his every whim.
“Rise, sluts; let me see what you have done." The three females rose to their feet. Candy and Desiree stepped back leaving Diana vulnerable and alone. Liam took her chin between his thumb and finger. “Look up at me, cunt." His words degraded, yet his tone comforted. Diana met his eyes. “Don’t cry. You will ruin the makeup.”
Inhaling and exhaling, Diana attempted to read his eyes. She’d seen rage in those ice blue eyes. Now, it seemed as though the ice had melted into a tepid pool of blue. His tone matched the warmth. “Yes, Master." She blinked back the tears.
“Let me see you, turn around." Diana obeyed, doing a slow 360. “Very good,” he reached out to touch her hair. “Yes, red was a good choice." Speaking to the other club sluts, “I can assume it is not only this hair that has been dyed?”
Desiree spoke, “Yes, Master. Her pussy is a matching red.”
Liam smiled, “Did our new slave cooperate?”
The sluts replied simultaneously, “Yes, Master.”
“I want to see it, undress her." They didn’t hesitate. Diana remained steady as Candy removed her shirt and Desiree pulled down her
Derek looked down at his phone. “It seems that Nicole is working in dining room three and appears well. It also seems that I am needed in Mr. Diamond’s office. I am responsible for the legal paperwork of new club sluts. He has a new recruit ready to sign.”
“Sign?” Troy asked.
“Yes, Mr. Palmer, every slut is here voluntarily. They release their rights to Carmichael International, in return they are allowed to live and work here, until their services are no longer wanted.”
“What happens to them then?”
Derek kissed Juliana’s cheek. “I will be back as soon as I can." She nodded. Then to Troy, “They are sold. Remember, they’ve already signed away their free will. Since you are a friend of Mr. Diamond’s, would you like to join me? See how this works?”
Troy thought about it. He was still trying to take in this new side of BDSM. “I believe I will pass. May I stay and ask Doctor… I mean your slave, more questions? I think her perspective, as a slave and a psychologist may help me with my fiancée.”
Derek smiled, “As long as you respect my lock. Most males around here refuse to see the intelligence that a female can possess. I admire your insight. But, I promise, as amazing as her mind is, her body is even better.”
Troy laughed, “I guess I am going to need to take your word on that.”
“Yes, you will." With that he closed the office door, leaving the two of them alone. Troy noticed Dr. Sell’s blushed cheeks. It was one of the most beautiful sights, he’d ever seen.
Chapter Eight
Diana, now Cierra, knelt obediently near Liam’s feet. Master Derek was on his way to meet with her, alone. Over the past few hours, Master Liam has been preparing her for the impending contract, her voluntary submission of rights. It started as soon as Candy and Desiree brought her to this office.
***
Prostrate on the lush carpet, Liam’s voice caused Diana’s body to tremble as her pussy quivered. She teetered on the ledge between terror and ecstasy. The fear of one and the allure of the other, kept her tingling with electricity. This man now dominated her being. In the past she’d upset him, said things, and done things. Tears slipped from her painted lids as she thought about their past. Diana prayed that he recognized the past as ancient history, this is now. The realization that her entire future rested outside her control made her weak with desire. She would do anything to please her master. Sensing his presence and longing for his recognition, her desire for food diminished, in contrast to her desire to please his every whim.
“Rise, sluts; let me see what you have done." The three females rose to their feet. Candy and Desiree stepped back leaving Diana vulnerable and alone. Liam took her chin between his thumb and finger. “Look up at me, cunt." His words degraded, yet his tone comforted. Diana met his eyes. “Don’t cry. You will ruin the makeup.”
Inhaling and exhaling, Diana attempted to read his eyes. She’d seen rage in those ice blue eyes. Now, it seemed as though the ice had melted into a tepid pool of blue. His tone matched the warmth. “Yes, Master." She blinked back the tears.
“Let me see you, turn around." Diana obeyed, doing a slow 360. “Very good,” he reached out to touch her hair. “Yes, red was a good choice." Speaking to the other club sluts, “I can assume it is not only this hair that has been dyed?”
Desiree spoke, “Yes, Master. Her pussy is a matching red.”
Liam smiled, “Did our new slave cooperate?”
The sluts replied simultaneously, “Yes, Master.”
“I want to see it, undress her." They didn’t hesitate. Diana remained steady as Candy removed her shirt and Desiree pulled down her
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