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soon!”
    Mary turned around miserably and mouthed an apology to Mr. Gray as Mr. White wheeled her away. He nodded and lifted his glass in farewell
    When they were out of earshot, he hissed in her ear: “What were you doing holding his hand?”
    The jealousy in his voice made her smile. “I felt sorry for him, that’s all.”
    “He’s my rival, Mary,” he said crossly.
    “Not anymore.”
    “Yes, you’re right.” He turned around and gave Mr. Gray a derisive smirk.
    His hands were straying dangerously low on her back as they left the party.
    “Mr. White!” she moaned as his hand brushed the top of her ass. “Everyone can see us.”
    At last, they left the party and turned down the hall. He was unable to keep his hands off of her; Mary had never seen him so excited. “I’ve quite an evening planned for you, my slave,” he said with a chuckle. “But I won’t be participating. I will watch and give you instructions.”
    They climbed several staircases, excitement fluttering inside her chest as they neared the BDSM convention. Then, Mr. White pulled her inside a bathroom.
    “You need to be changed into appropriate slave attire. You should have the necessary in your bag.”
    Mary ducked inside the stall and shimmied out of the white cocktail dress. She unclasped the diamond choker and slipped it inside her bag. Tottering on her heels, naked, she pulled on the black leather bondage suit, looping the straps around her breasts so that they bulged. She snapped on the leather, spiked choker and adjusted several of the straps.
    “Mary? What are you doing?” Mr. White’s impatient voice boomed in the bathroom.
    “I’m scared—I don’t want anyone to see me,” she confessed. Mary was quite concerned that one of the men at the party would see her on the way back to their hotel rooms. The party wasn’t that removed from the BDSM convention.
    “No one will, trust me. Now, come out at once. We have a schedule.”
    Mary obeyed and let the door swing outward. She saw herself in the mirrors clad in the bondage gear, which left little to the imagination.
    “My beautiful slave,” he moaned.
    Mr. White adjusted a few straps here and there. Mary felt her heart pound whenever his hands brushed against her naked skin. It was always exciting whenever she was compromised like this, completely dependent upon her Master. He reached behind her and tugged at the strap between her ass cheeks and Mary felt it grind against her pussy.
    He shook his head at her. “I’m supposed to bring you untouched to the event. It is hard for me, too.”
    The heat of her fully dressed Master enveloped her, and even though he only touched her lightly to adjust her breasts or the suit; Mary found his cold, clinical evaluation of her as erotic as if his head was bent between her legs, sucking her pussy.
    He bent on a knee and told her to spread her legs apart, and Mary obeyed, heat rushing to her face as he spread her labia apart and inspected her.
    His fingers slipped a little in her arousal. “Ah, good,” he commented. Smiling, he stood up and revealed the leash in his jacket pocket. He clasped it on her collar and tugged. Mary followed, her cheeks burning with shame.
    Mortified, Mary watched as two women dressed in dominatrix gear entered the bathroom and took in her sight. They sneered at Mr. White and tightened their leather gloves over their whips.
    “Come,” her Master beckoned impatiently.
    Mary shuffled forward, wanting to disappear on the spot. The dominatrixes licked their lips as she passed by. She gasped as she felt a small swat on her backside, and looked back to see one of them holding their whip upright, grinning at her incredulity.
    “I said, come .” Mr. White, who had seen everything, pulled on the leash.
    Mary’s face burned just as brightly as the mark the two dominatrixes had given her on her ass. At this event, her body would be shared among many. This was just the first taste. Mary queued up in a line to join the