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  "Yes," I said. "I would."

  "No, you wouldn't. I'd hurt you with such delicious torture. You wouldn't know whether you should beg for me to stop or beg for more."

  "Oh god, Katrina," I said.

  She sighed then walked over and grabbed the table with the timer, pulling it so I could easily see it. She sat down in the chair, lifting her legs so I was staring at her crotch. She unsnapped her belt, and then her fingers were on her clit. She turned on her vibrator. "If you tell me your secrets before the timer goes off, I'll take you somewhere private and spend the rest of the night doing such delicious things to you. You'll lose track of the orgasms I give you."

  I smiled. "When I win, you'll owe me a wish. That sounds very lovely, but I think it'll be for the entire weekend."

  "Oh honey," she said, then she gasped. "I'm a horribly poor loser. There is no way I'm doing anything but sending you packing if I don't get at least two of your secrets before the timer finishes."

  I glanced at it. Three and a half minutes.

  "Better hurry and tell me," she said. "You know I can do things to you that you haven't even dreamed of before."

  My heart crashed. She was going to renege on our promise. She had gotten me so worked up, and then that would be it.

  Two minutes.

  I watched as she pleasured herself. She was panting now, her folds glistening wetly. I stared.

  I wanted it to be my fingers pleasuring her.

  She was going to renege.

  I felt utter disappointment.

  But then I thought, I never even considered I'd experience the last hour, and even if she never touched me again, I'd had Katrina's attention for a very long time, and it had been wonderful and delicious, and even knowing how it was going to end, I would have done it. Oh, doing it for an audience still made me blush, but I didn't care anymore.

  But I was so worked up, I'd let her display me for everyone to see if only she gave me the orgasms she promised.

  A minute.

  "Katrina," I said.

  She opened her eyes, but she was gasping and panting.

  "Are you going to tell?" she asked.

  "No. I'm sorry. Thank you. You're amazing. I'm sorry I disappointed you."

  And then she came, I knew she did. Her eyes shut tight, and she held her breath, then let it out slowly as she collapsed in the chair. She panted for a moment, and the timer went off.

  She let it buzz insistently for a while before she could stir herself to turn it off.

  Slowly, she collected herself, sliding the vibrator out of herself. It was shiny with her juices. I stared at it, wanting her to slide it into my mouth so I could taste her, just this once. I stared at it, and I thought perhaps she could read my mind.

  But then she stepped past me and set the vibrator on the cart. She stood above me and said, "Please let's give a round of applause for Belle, our lovely beauty from the south."

  There was applause, and I was brought back to the reality of the situation.

  Then Katrina was in front of me, kneeling in front of my face.

  "Are you all right?"

  I nodded. "I'm sorry for disappointing you."

  She began smiling. "I'm so proud of you," she said. "Do you know what your wish is?"

  I looked at her, confused. "But you said-"

  "Mind games, Belle," she said. "Just mind games. I never renege on a bet. Do you know what you want?"

  I began to smile. "Really?"

  "Really," she said. "I can wheel you behind the curtains before I release you, if you like. Or maybe your wish is for me to finish you a few times while everyone is watching."

  I closed my eyes, considering, then opened, smiling. "I know what I want. It may be too big. If so, you can make an offer."

  "All right," she said.

  "I want to be yours from now until it's time for me to leave California."

  She began to grin.

  "And I want more games."

  "Oh honey," she said. "Yes." She caressed my cheek. "Did you want anything else?"

  "I am so horny, Katrina, and I want you to call me by my real name again."

  "But you are mine now. Is that agreed?"

  I nodded.

  "And so I control your orgasms. Is that agreed?"

  I nodded.

  "Well then." She stood up, collected the sheet from the cart, and threw it over my body. Then she knelt down below the table and snapped the table back onto its wheels. And she rolled me, shrieking with laughter, out of the great hall.

  Part Two

  Katrina rolled me, still utterly helpless, right out of the main room and down a hallway. I heard people following us, but until she turned me, I couldn't see that her two assistants were following behind, one bringing my purse and clothing, the other the cart of Katrina's toys.

  We came to an open door. Katrina poked her nose in then pushed me into the room. There was a sofa and a couple of chairs but otherwise the room was bare. Her assistants followed, dropping off our things. Katrina ordered water and privacy.

  She talked soothingly to me, stroking my body, whispering how pleased she was with me, tickling my ear with her breath.

  "Is your neck stiff?"

  "Yes," I admitted.

  She helped me to turn the other way. I looked back and forth a couple of times before relaxing into position, facing the other way.

  "I love this mask, but I think it's time to take it off," she said. "Maybe you'll wear it more though." She untied the mask and lifted it from my face, setting it aside.

  "You have others as well?" I asked.

  "Yes. I will let you wear them if you like, but there will be a price."

  "What price?"

  "Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something."

  The assistants returned pushing a cart. I saw a pitcher of water, glasses, a bottle of champagne, more glasses, and what looked like a plate of food.

  "Thank you," Katrina said. "Leave us now. Enjoy the party. You're off duty. Have whatever fun you want."

  They stepped out of the room, and Katrina closed the door. I heard a lock, and then she was standing at the side of the table.

  "Who are they?" I asked.

  "Anna and Lois," she said.

  "Do they, um, belong to you?"

  She laughed lightly. "No, not the way you mean. They are volunteers. Neither of them can afford the tickets for tonight."

  "Afford the tickets?"

  "Oh yes," she said. "This party is very expensive to put on. The tickets are quite dear."

  "Oh no," I said. "Jasmine-"

  "Jasmine Lewis?"

  "Yes," I said.

  She patted my cheek. "Jasmine's tickets were comps."

  "Comps?"

  "Free. She helped organize it. I was so disappointed she couldn't be here tonight after all her hard work."

  "Do you make a lot of money putting this on?"

  "Oh no. I lose several thousand dollars."

  "Then why?"

  "I look forward to it all year long." She smiled. "But enough on that. We have all weekend." She began stroking my body. "I believe you said you were horny."

  It took her about thirty seconds to get me squirming. Then she gave me a little water and a couple of bites of food, and I knew she was teasing me, dragging out what she was doing.

  And then she spent hours teasing me. I lost track of my orgasms. She gave me several while I was still strapped to the table, then she released me, and I found myself between her legs, pleasing her.

  She tasted wonderful.

  Eventually, I was completely wrung out, and I begged her, "No more, Katrina. Please."

  And she pulled me into her arms and we cuddled on the couch.

  "Oh, Bethany," she said, "my beautiful southern belle."

  "I'm no belle," I told her.

  "You are to me," she said. "I never want you to deny it to me again."

  "Yes, Katrina," I said.

  "Good girl."

  We cuddled a while longer, and I was
in real danger of falling asleep right there, as naked as I was. But then Katrina asked, "Did you still want to belong to me?"

  "Yes. I don't know if you do though. If not, then this was enough."

  "Oh, I very much want you," she replied. "Oh, very much, Bethany. Stay here." She wriggled out from underneath me, propping me against the back of the sofa, and she crossed to the cart with the food, wheeling it closer, then grabbed something from the cart of toys, hiding it behind her back. "You may say no to this, but I hope you won't."

  "What?" I asked, curious.

  From behind her back, she withdrew a slender metal collar. It was a single hoop, and I couldn't see the clasp. It was shiny and beautiful. There was a loop at the back of it just big enough to attach a leash. I stared at it.

  "You would wear this until I drive you to the airport," she said, "or until you ask for your freedom. You won't be able to remove it once I put it on."

  "How will you?"

  "It takes a special tool, and I won't tell you any more than that."

  I stared at the collar, then nodded.

  "Are you sure?"

  I nodded again. She separated the two sides then climbed into my lap, carefully wrapping the collar around my neck. "Are you sure?" she asked again.

  "Yes, Katrina."

  And I heard it click closed.

  "Try to remove it," she said.

  I reached up and tried to pull it apart, but it wasn't budging. It wasn't tight around my neck, but it wasn't loose, either. I would say it was just right. My heart swelled and I found myself reaching for her, laying my head on her shoulder. "Thank you," I whispered.

  "You are welcome, Bethany," she replied. "You look so lovely in my collar. Now, I want you to get dressed, and I am going to show you off."

  "All right," I said.

  She pulled away from me. She was still wearing half her clothes, but they were well askew, and her hair was a mess. I'm sure it wasn't as bad as mine. She pulled her clothes on and was busy fixing her hair long before I finished dressing back in my leather clothing. I turned my back to her, and she tied my corset for me.

  "Too tight?"

  "No," I said. "It could be tighter."

  "No. This is enough for tonight." She helped me pull my jacket on, completing the outfit.

  "Am I a mess?" I asked.

  "Yes. Sit." She pointed to a chair. I obediently sat, and she produced a brush and began working on my hair. Then she knelt in front of me and did a brief job fixing my makeup. I knew it wouldn't be as good as when I had arrived, but it would be better than it had been after our lengthy romp.

  "Katrina, are you taking me in front of everyone else?"

  "Yes."

  "May I wear the mask?"

  She frowned. "You're so beautiful, Bethany."

  "Please. Everyone knows what we did, and they know what we did back here, too, I'm sure."

  "Of course they do."

  "Please, I'm not confident like you are. Will I disappoint you terribly? I promise, I won't fuss, and I'll hold my head high, wearing your collar, but may I also wear the mask? I really liked it."

  "Oh my belle," she said. "Of course," Then she helped me put the mask back on. It was a little sticky from my sweat, which was gross for a moment, but then it felt like it was back where it belonged, and I felt renewed confidence. "But I will not allow you to wear it all weekend, and we're going to spend a lot of time out and about. People will see your collar, you know."

  "I know," I said. "I won't embarrass you."

  "And I won't embarrass you," she said. Then she helped me with my boots, and we stood up. "One more thing." She retrieved a leash from the bench, rotated my collar so the little loop was directly in front, and clipped the leash in place. I looked down, self-conscious for a moment, then smiled.

  "Can we visit Jasmine tomorrow?" I asked. "Maybe bring her some soup?"

  "Yes, of course. Maybe she'll feel better and join us." She smiled. "If she does, then you must do whatever she orders as well as whatever I order."

  "Oh god," I said. "I'm not ready for that!"

  "She won't ask for a threesome, Bethany, but you'll be waiting on me, and you'll be waiting on her as well."

  "Oh. That's okay, then," I said. "She should get something for her work for your party."

  "That's what I was thinking." She paused, then pulled me into her arms and kissed me briefly. I was disappointed when it ended so quickly. "We mustn't smudge." She collected my purse and handed it to me, and then with a playful tug on the leash, she pulled me from the room. Docilely, my heart pounding in glee, I followed her.

  The party had wound down. I heard noises from some of the rooms we passed, and then we were in the large room where she had spent an hour teasing me. The stage lights were out, but people were clustered together, chatting, some of them making out. Things had grown over time. Some of the people, clearly submissive, were bound, kneeling in front of their owners, and I saw one blonde head between a man's legs.

  She sighed. "They aren't supposed to do that in this room," she said. She led us to the table and rapped on it with her knuckles.

  "Oh god," the man said, pushing the woman away. "I'm sorry, Katrina. We got carried away."

  "Use one of the smaller rooms," she said. "Or perhaps it is late enough to think about heading home."

  The blonde climbed to her feet and slipped into her chair. "It was my fault. A dare got out of hand."

  "No damage done," Katrina said. She turned to me, and every face followed her glance to look at me. I knew it was Katrina's way of showing off her prize, if that's what I was.

  "Did you enjoy your hour in the bright lights?" the blonde asked with a smile.

  "Yes," I said. "I've never had anyone do anything like that to me before."

  "You have a lovely voice." the woman replied. "I love a southern accent, and I don't mean southern California."

  I smiled. "Thank you."

  And then Katrina told them, "Behave now," and gave a gentle tug on the leash. It wasn't necessary, but she grinned at me, and I almost swooned into her arms. I would have done almost anything for her, right then and there.

  She pulled me around the room, chatting briefly with this table and that, and encouraging people to talk to me. I took some teasing, and one guy tried to feel me up, but I swatted his hand and stepped away from him.

  "Mine!" Katrina growled. "Dominick, you know better than that."

  "I'm sorry," he said. "I- I'm sorry. There's no excuse."

  "Belle, do you want me to send him home?"

  "No," I said. "Not if he's seriously sorry."

  "I am," he replied. "Honestly, Katrina, Belle."

  "Then I think he can be let off by washing a couple dozen glasses. The bartender looks overworked."

  Katrina laughed. "You heard her, Dominick."

  "Damn it," he said. "Can I at least feel the jacket, if I have to wash dishes?"

  I laughed. "If you are polite."

  He stood up and stepped over, fingering the leather. "Nice," he said. "Real leather. I bet it cost a mint."

  "Two weeks pay," I replied.

  "Money well spent," he said. "You look amazing."

  "All right, Dominick," Katrina said. "Go help the bartenders or the servers clean up for a few minutes, and you are forgiven. Don't try it again though."

  "Yes, Katrina," he replied. "I'm sorry, Belle."

  Katrina pulled me along behind her throughout the warehouse. One woman swore the moment we stepped up to her table. "Damn it. I was hoping you'd cut her loose, Katrina. I wanted a shot at her. Although you've probably ruined her for anyone else by now."

  I looked at the woman. I wouldn't have called her beautiful, but she was striking, with sharp features, artful if somewhat theatrical makeup, and a tight figure. She caught me looking at her and smiled, but Katrina tugged lightly on my chain, pulling my attention to her.

  She dragged me away to a corner and asked, "Do you want me to give you to her?"

  "Of course
not," I said. "I was just surprised. Please don't be angry. No one has ever expressed interest in me like that before. What's wrong with her?"

  Katrina stared at me, then she tugged on the chain, pulling me closely to her. "Why do you think something is wrong with her?"

  I looked down, and she tugged the chain, and I remembered she didn't like it when I didn't look into her eyes.

  "Because of what she said," I replied.

  "Are you implying there has to be something wrong with someone to want you?"

  "Well-"

  "So what is wrong with me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

  Oh shit.

  "Nothing," I said in a small voice. "You're amazing."

  She glared into my eyes, then she patted my cheek. "I'm not angry, but I'm not happy you have such a poor self-image. What she said was flattering?"

  "Yes."

  "That's why you eyed her?"

  "Yes. I thought she'd be hideous or something. Or maybe she's very cruel and sees a helpless lamb."

  "She isn't cruel, although she probably saw a helpless lamb. But she'd use you and throw you away."

  "You made me think that's what you were going to do."

  Katrina smiled. "And now you're wearing my collar. Feeling used and thrown away?"

  "No."

  "Good. Do not look at anyone but me like that again. Do I make myself clear?"

  "Yes, Katrina."

  "Expect a few other people to express their desire for you. You may glance at them, but if you look them up and down, I will punish you severely. Am I clear?"

  "Yes, Katrina."

  "Good." She patted my cheek again. "I'm glad we understand each other." Then she leaned in and kissed my lips lightly, and I knew we were okay.

  She was right. I received several more appreciative comments from both men and women. Twice, people slipped pieces of paper into my hands, and when I glanced at them, I saw names and phone numbers. Each time after Katrina pulled me away, she simply said, "Give it to me." She wadded up the notes and threw them away.

  "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't ask for them."

  "I know. You're not in trouble for them."

  "I didn't want them, but I didn't want to be rude, either."

  "You can be rude to anyone who tries to pick you up while at the end of my leash. Such fools. This is an invitation only party, and they think I won't remember next year?"