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pounding electric music and the amazing clothes. Kelly could spend the entire
night just watching from the sub's gallery, and in fact she often had. Enjoying
the shows and marveling at the outfits people wore was all part of the fun.
    Mary had a Dom, and she returned to him, but Rosslyn and
Kelly went to the sub gallery together. The sub area was pretty cool. It was
kind of a "time out" sort of safe place, a little raised up from the
ground floor, where Doms and Subs could check each other out.
    Nearby coffee tables, wrought iron sconces with realistic
flickering electric lights and numerous places to sit were scattered
carelessly, but in fact with artistic flare. The bar usually had a few people
around, and both male and female bartenders kept everyone happy. Subs sat at
Dom's feet, Mistresses paraded their half naked male subs, and Masters did too.
It was all yum to Kelly. Mistresses paraded female subs too, but while everyone
was fun to watch, Kelly preferred watching the men.
    "I'm glad I'm a sub," Kelly said to Rosslyn,
sitting down on a comfortable couch. "I think being a sub is much more
fun. And I don’t get why people think it's demeaning at all. I mean, everything
is all geared to the sub's side in my opinion."
    "Is that so?" Rosslyn asked, her blonde bob
haircut bounced skeptically, and she leaned against the balcony railing.
    "No seriously," Kelly said, speaking loudly to
be heard over the sound of music and people laughing. Typical Saturday, the
place was packed. "The Dom comes to me, and I get to say yes or no. I have
a safe word and I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to. If the Dom doesn't
please me, I can say seeyalaterbye. As far as I can tell I have all the power
in the relationship."
    Rosslyn laughed. "Out of the mouths of babes. So
true, yet so not true. You won't sing that tune when you fall for someone.
There's nothing you won't do for your Dom then. You'll want to surrender any
power you have completely, and let him do anything - just to see him
smile." She gave a rueful snort. "I hope I'm there to see it. You'll
have no control in that scary rollercoaster ride. Haven't you ever been
in love?"
    "You mean that stupid, insane, sickly infatuation
one gets when they can't eat and can't sleep because they only think of him ?"
    Rosslyn laughed. "That's the one."
    Kelly looked away, and felt her traitorous cheeks heat.
Her stupid pale completion couldn't hide anything. No one had to have Father
John's impressive intuitive skills to catch Kelly out.
    "OMG!" Rosslyn laughed. "Are you in
love?"
    "No," Kelly said irritably.
    Rosslyn sat next to her on the couch. "C'mon, give.
Something made that bright scarlet blush. Lord girl, your face and neck and
even your breasts are red. Does that blush go all the way down, covering your
entire body? I've never seen anything like it."
    Kelly sighed. "Yes, it does. It is soooo
embarrassing when I get embarrassed! It's like one of those feedback-loops you
know? The more embarrassed I am, the redder I get, and the more I blush. Then I
become even more embarrassed, and so on. It is truly tragic."
    "Well I like it," Rosslyn snickered. "It's
kind of cute. But don't think you're going to distract me, girl. Give. Who's
the lucky guy?"
    It's nothing," Kelly assured her. "It's just
that I have a silly crush on Father John." Rosslyn exclaimed loudly with a
rude word and a snicker, and then she really started laughing it up.
    Kelly ignored her and kept talking. "There's just
something about him. Actually it's everything about him just makes me giddy
thinking of sex - hot, sheet ripping, back scratching, bed biting, sex. I'll
never act on it, because I just don't like pain. And he's probably gay anyway,
so it's all a joke really, but I swear I can't get him out of my mind."
    Rosslyn patted her arm and tisked pityingly. "You
and every other sub in this place, honey. You have all my sympathy, Kelly. I'm
completely in love with him, too. Why? Who can say? It's just not fair