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Domino Effect, Chapter 1: Lies
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“You seem lost.”
Susan said, appearing out of nowhere next to Tina, who flinched.
Susan’s
voice was cold as chipped ice, and her blue indigo-rimmed eyes held
shards of razors that cut into your soul if you stared into them long
enough. Tina did no such thing; she averted her
eyes. But she felt Susan’s eyes on her,
her power drifting across her skin. She
didn’t know how to feel about that.
“Feel free to wander.”
Susan stated and Tina nodded, a sense of relief washing out of her as
Susan moved away from her, almost as if gliding on air, shimmering silk dress a
whisper, clinging to her body like skin.
Tina felt voyeuristic as she walked through the club, still
not sure why she was still here and unwilling to probe for an answer. Complicated feelings eddied through her as
she turned to the left, beneath the staircase, where several open doored rooms
aroused her curiosity.
She stopped at the first, and looked into the empty room,
with its small cages in the corners, wood worn smooth over time by the grip of
hands. The centerpiece was a St.
Andrew’s cross, X-shaped. There were
fur-lined cuffs at all four ends of the cross-pieces, front and back, and on
the wall hung an assortment of whips and paddles. A dark fantasy quickened in her pelvis, one she’d never shared
with anyone but herself.
She passed on to the next room and peered in. It was also empty. She wasn’t sure what purpose the main piece of furniture served
but it was clearly designed for binding someone (cuffs hung on the walls) in an
uncomfortable position, and rotating them for different views and access. Again, the walls were padded in leather,
dark red. Tina took a deep breath,
inhaling the aromas and feeling a small thrill of excitement that came with the
sense of being in a forbidden place, peeking into a dark sensuous world that,
for her, existed only in masturbation fantasies, the ones she never talked
about. When it came to being vanilla,
only Bette was more straitlaced than she was.
This foray was more than enough for her for now, though
there were other rooms to explore. And
explore she would. Some other
time. Of that she was certain. Here was a world completely different from
her own, the one that had crumbled at her feet. And she needed something different, something powerful enough to
pull her from her grief and fling her into some other, more pleasurable
state. Was it here she would find that
world? She didn’t know, but since she
was here already, it was here she could begin.
She turned and walked back the way she’d come.
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What the hell is wrong with tina !!!!!!! I like it I think don’t turn her into a weirdo like jenny!!!!!!!!! Dose this tie in with the other post!!!