Free TogetherinCyn by Jennifer Kacey Page A

life when I pictured Jared
sitting on the stool at the dressing table in the corner—legs spread wide to
make room for me on my knees. Then I thought of Chris laid out on the masseuse
table set up between two open doors along the far wall.
    My daydream swiftly changed to me bound to the table while
Jenna touched me. I glimpsed myself in the floor-length mirror mounted next to
the dressing table and remembered Chris taking me the night before. My ass
clenched on the plug and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. The last thing I
wanted was to embarrass myself in front of Jenna in the first five minutes.
    “It’s fantastic, isn’t it?” Jenna asked, completely unaware
of my dilemma as I paced away. “I’ve been working on the clothes for several
years. Oh, you’ve got to see this.” She walked over and pushed on a side panel.
A door swung open and she slid out trays made from mahogany wood and lined with
black velvet.
    Every type of jewelry I could imagine filled them. She closed
one of the trays and opened another. I made a startled noise. It held nipple
clamps, wrist restraints and other items I didn’t want to know the names for.
    “This is nothing when it comes to bondage. All the crazy
special stuff is stored with the stage downstairs. Some of the Doms don’t have
a private space downstairs to keep their things in. Some travel here
infrequently and don’t want to keep it stocked so we carry extras for them.
Chris and Jared have built up their clientele. They’ve worked countless hours
for the reputation they have here and in the surrounding states. Some people
you wouldn’t believe come here to play.”
    She closed the panel and came closer to me. “Come on, what
do you think? I’ve been waiting years to get to show this off to C and J’s
woman.”
    “It’s like…Fetishes R’ Us.”
    “Damn, I love that. I could open my own chain of fetish-wear
stores one of these days.” Her eyebrows sank low in quiet contemplation and I
could see the hamster in her cage working overtime.
    “And where did you get the outfits?” I walked over to the
clothes and ran my palm over some made with silky fabric.
    She stepped closer and scrutinized a nurse’s uniform that
would make any man stop and pay attention to the safety lesson of the day. “I
made it all.”
    “But…” I picked up a skirt made out of plaid material. It
was a naughty version of a private-school skirt. White, brown, black and red
were all woven together to make a beautiful soft, pleated fabric. It was
amazing work. “These are gorgeous. You must truly love it.” I waved at the
racks and racks of fabric clinging to hangers.
    “I do.” She appeared wistful but I blinked and it was gone.
“Okay. Do you have any preferences for tonight?”
    Panic lit my veins on fire. My heart pumped it steadily
throughout my limbs. Was I actually going to try this again? I wanted to be
excited and nothing else. But doubt kept creeping in.
    What if they wanted me to have sex with someone else? The
thought of giving someone else a blowjob made me want to curl into a ball.
    I’d tried the head-in-the-sand trick. Ripping out the pages
in my diary was supposed to fix things.
    Giving them to the police had only made things worse.
    Maybe I was making a mistake…
    With shaky hands, I hung up the skirt. Probably looked like
a deer in headlights because Jenna patted my arm and gave it a quick squeeze.
“It’s okay. Why don’t you shower and wash and dry your hair. It’ll help with
the nerves and give you a few minutes to regroup. I’ll go through and pick
several things out for you and you can try them on. I can make alterations on
the spot if we need to but I’m a pretty good judge of size and my head is
already swimming with possibilities. So shoo into the shower.”
    Mutely, I let her move me along until I stood next to the
sink counter. Then she started the shower.
    “The shelves inside have numerous kinds of shampoo and
conditioner. Help yourself.