Free Decadent Master by Tawny Taylor Page B

side, unfolded the paper, and read it.
    Your master will join you after you strip off every piece of clothing you’re wearing and lay prostrate in the center of the dungeon. Failure to meet your master’s demands will result in the rescinding of his offer.
    There was no signature.
    Strip? Naked? This was crazy. She glanced around the room. Nobody seemed to notice her practically cowering in a corner. They were all busy doing whatever they were doing: whipping, paddling, chaining, writhing. Perhaps they were accustomed to this sort of thing and would completely ignore her?
    She could only hope!
    She briefly considered a hasty retreat. Public nudity wasn’t exactly something she was ready to explore. But then again, a small part of her was anxious to go for it, throw caution to the wind and see where this led. She couldn’t deny she’d enjoyed herself yesterday.
    And what if he saw her? Dierk? Her pussy warmed. What if he was watching right now? With one of those security cameras. Trying not to make it obvious, she glanced at the closest one, positioned over the dungeon’s entry.
    Oh hell, what did she have to lose? A little self-respect? She’d made a bigger fool of herself before and lived to tell the tale. She glanced to her right. The woman chained to the big cross wasn’t a perfect size two, but it wasn’t stopping her.
    And that woman over there, kneeling, she had her fair share of cellulite, too.
    Just go for it. You can do this.
    Maybe.
    It wasn’t the easiest thing she’d ever done, undressing in a large room full of strangers. But, shockingly, it wasn’t the most difficult either. She stood off to one side, partially hidden by a tall swing suspended from a metal frame. Nobody seemed to care what she was doing.
    But she felt very small and vulnerable as she padded barefoot out to the center of the dungeon. Trembling hands clenched together, she lowered herself to her knees and then lay flat on the floor. The position, she quickly realized, was a relief. She felt somewhat hidden, since her vision was restricted.
    “Well done.” It was Rolf’s voice. She lifted her head, but he stopped her, gently pressing it back down. “I didn’t release you yet. I have asked some fellow Doms to join me in a moment, and this is the position I need you to hold.”
    “Okay.”
    “Yes, Master,” he corrected.
    “Yes, Master.”
    She heard footsteps approaching, lots of them. Her heart beat harder, faster as they came closer. She was surrounded by people. She had no idea how many. And her ass was out there for them all to see. If only the floor could open up and swallow her whole, right now.
    “This is a new submissive, Wynne,” Rolf said. “I would like you to tell me what you think of her ass.”
    One man said. “That is one of the freshest asses I have seen in a long time.”
    “I agree. Spankable,” commented another.
    “I bet it’ll pink up really nice for you,” suggested a third.
    “May I touch it?” asked a fourth.
    Instinctively, Wynne clenched her butt muscles.
    “Oh nice. Look at that,” commented a fifth.
    “You’re welcome to touch, but only the ass,” Rolf told them.
    Oh God, she was going to die of embarrassment.
    Instantly, there were hands all over her butt, stroking, squeezing, massaging, slapping. At first, she was sure she was going to die of mortification, but gradually, after it went on for a while, the awkwardness faded and she started to enjoy the touches. It helped when she closed her eyes and imagined a certain person stroking her.
    Dierk.
    Was it possible he owned a pair of those hands that were kneading, pinching, smacking?
     
    Such obedience.
    Dierk focused the security camera on Wynne and zoomed in. If she truly hadn’t been in a dungeon before, it was remarkable that she would go that far the first time. Rolf had discussed her application with him last night, and he knew the little brunette’s main issue was a body image problem. He’d trained plenty of submissives with