Chapter One
Opportunity Knocks
The slave was hanging from the ceiling. Her feet just touched the ground. If she
stood on her toes, the strain on her shoulders was eased a bit. She was naked of course.
Leather cuffs encircled her wrists. There were rings on them that were hooked to a chain
in the ceiling. The chain was embedded into a solid piece of oak that made the joist for
the floor above. The six by six wasn’t going to give any time soon. The slave’s fingers
briefly touched the quick release for the chain, but she’d never dream of releasing
herself. Her Master wanted her suspended like this, and she never denied her Master
anything. In fact, the prospect of the next several hours, suffering for Him gave her a
feeling of joy. She smiled and concentrated on the buzzing of the vibrating ben wah balls
that were stuffed in her pussy.
Four weeks earlier…
Valerie Burbon eased her car into her assigned parking spot. The smile on her face
said a lot about how her life had been going these past two years. Since the opening of
Valerie’s Crisis, she’d been able to parlay the brief bout of fame from the movie into
greater exposure for Delgrasi Publications, the premier publisher of fetish specialty
magazines. In addition to the increased quality of ads in the magazines (a perennial
problem for so called sex magazines), Valerie’s efforts (and fame) had convinced several
vanilla companies to advertise in Delgrasi publications.
Valerie’s personal life was equally joyous. Her life partner, Sally Thatcher, had
become her full time slave around the time the movie about their first month together was
being made. In the over two years since, Sally had grown increasingly satisfied in her
total subservience to Valerie. Valerie was pleasantly surprised to find herself
thoroughly enjoying being a 24/7 Mistress. Of course, Valerie was still a submissive,
answering to Charles Vanquil at his whim. Her submission to Charles had deepened in the
three years since she first let Him take her home and have his way with her. It had been
over a year since Val had used her safe word for anything other than safety concerns.
Valerie stopped on her way in to chat with the new receptionist, Imogene Cahara.
“So, how was the date last night?”
“Oh. Ms. Burbon, it was fantastic. John took me to see Sampson’s Pride,” she gushed,
referring to the new romantic comedy from Hellfire Pictures. “After that, dancing at the
Gotham Club and home for some more intimate dancing.”
“It does sound like you had a great time. Did you broach it with him?”
Imogene looked down, embarrassed. “No, I chickened out. He’ll think I’m a freak.”
Val cupped the receptionist’s chin in her hand. “No, he won’t; and if he does, you
deserve better. Imogene, it’s not like you’re asking him to let you tie him up or
something,” Valerie continued, referencing her own particular kink. “When he sees how
turned on you are by being in rubber during sex, he’ll leap at the chance. Have you tried
that rubber underwear out yet?”
“Oh, Gods! Once, and it drove me crazy. I got a new crotchless pair last week. Do
you think I should…?”
“Of course! That’s a great way to introduce him to your kink. You know, he may have
one of his own he’s been afraid to share with you?”
“Do you think so?”
“He’s a man. Of course he has a kink. It may be as mild as wanting to see you with
cum on your face, but he has a kink.”
“Eww, that sounds so gross.”
“Imogene, think about it. You’re giving him a blowjob, wearing a tight, hot, full
face rubber mask. He pulls out and sprays you and the mask with his cum. You rub it into
the rubber…”
Valerie stopped, her point made as Imogene closed her eyes in fantasy, her breath
coming up short. “Oh Gods! That would be wonderful.”
“Yeah, it would. Well, back to work.”
“Thank you, Ms. Burbon.”
A short trip through the corridors of Delgrasi brought Valerie to her office, where
her secretary, June, was already hard at work, finishing a conversation with someone on
the phone. “…that’s good. I’ll let her know.” She looked up at her boss and smiled.
“Ms. Burbon, good morning. How was your weekend, ma’am?”
“It was good. Yours?”
“The kids and I spent Saturday at Six Flags, so I’m broke, tired and happy. You have
a new appointment on your schedule. The gentleman called just a little while ago.” June
handed Valerie her day sheet so she could see her day. When Valerie saw her ten o’clock
appointment she looked back at June.
“Is that what I think it is?”
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