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    Domino Effect, Chapter 1: Lies

    “The Dominant.”
    Susan interjected; watching as Tina took in the information, soaking it
    in and digesting it. Tina nodded as she
    found herself in the role of student suddenly.

    “But from him, he can stop this at any time, but he
    doesn’t.” Tina finished,
    swallowing. Stopping, that was what
    she’d done, wasn’t it? She’s stopped
    her cycle of pain when she confronted Bette about the affair. Affair? ***** around was more like it, she
    thought to herself.

    “He is the submissive.
    You are also precisely on target about your observations. Not many can come into a club like this, and
    fall into a role without realizing it.”
    Susan said as a compliment, smelling the air; she could almost smell the
    innocence of this one yearning for something more. She wouldn’t be innocent for long, Susan thought.

    Susan wandered over to the left of the bar, into a large
    sitting room, furnished plushly in rich royal purples and deep reds. The seating was soft and inviting, and
    occupied with ***** women and men, all sitting around quietly on the
    light-as-feather pillows. Their silence
    was palpable. This was the Consortium, where all the unused, uncollared
    submissives came, in hope of finding a Master, Mistress, Dom or Domme to use
    them in ways they’d only once dreamed of.

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    Susan snapped her fingers and pointed; a tall dark skinned
    sexual being made her way quickly and quietly to Susan, head bowed down, eyes
    lowered to the thick carpeted floor.
    She was dressed in hardly nothing at all; a leather thong was her only
    attire. Tina attempted to look away from the dark pink nipples that were erect,
    but she instead stared at them as if never having seen a nipple before. Susan snapped her fingers again, pointing to
    the floor, Tina standing at rigid attention.

    “Very good, my pet.” Susan said, putting a gentle hand on
    the woman’s head, stroking her in an almost loving manner. Then tugging her hair, gently at first, then
    harder, making the submissive emit a low whimper from deep in her throat. “You are to serve Miss Kennard, for the
    duration of her stay today. Drinks,
    food, massages, anything the woman pleases for, pet.” Susan instructed her and Tina’s eyes were glossing over with some
    wanton desire to do just that, to be served.

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