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Tales of Submission
(Crimson Rose)

"Drop it," Natasha groaned as pain shot up her spine causing her back to seize. 

"We both know that's not going to happen so unless you value our friendship just tell me what you're hiding."

"I'm keeping it secret for our friendship, Erica, now please just drop it."

"I don't buy that for a second, but whatever. I mean, if you can trust a stranger with your secret more than me then what does that say for our friendship?"

"The same as you constantly pushing me even after I told you to drop it," Natasha shot back. "I love you, Erica, but I also know you better than anyone and I don't need you snooping where you don't belong. Don't bother saying you won't because we both know that's exactly what you'll do because, best friends or not, you can't help it. Hired help, on the other hand is less likely to poke around for fear of losing their job. Now, for the last time, drop it or leave because I'm in no mood to argue."

"If you don't trust me enough to take care of you then I'll just go and leave you in the hands of a stranger," Erica huffed.

"You know what, fine, you want the truth, don't say I didn't fucking warn you and if we're no longer friends afterwards then it's on you. Go to the locked door in the basement and put seventeen-thirty-four-eighty-one in the keypad and then go on in and see for yourself."

Knowing the door her best friend spoke of very well, Erica stared at her best friend. "You said that room was just storage."

"I lied. Now go take a look or fucking drop it because I'm really tired of repeating myself."

"You okay here by yourself for a minute?"

"I'll be fine."

Walking into the kitchen, Erica opened a door and then descended into her best friend's basement bar where, over the years, they had enjoyed many a party together. Going to the closed, heavy metal door, she tapped the code in and then pulled it open. Stepping inside, she stopped dead as she took in the large dungeon sprawled out before her. Dildos, butt plugs, vibrators and strings of anal beads. Gags, clamps, coils of rope and cuffs of metal and leather. Canes, floggers, crops, belts, and paddles. And then there were the larger pieces of furniture, equipment, and devices she did not recognize but which scared her nevertheless. Turning to the left to make an exit, she saw three large posters - one showing a list of what appeared to be rules, a second of her best friend naked and in numerous positions, and a third of Natasha dresses as a puppy and posing as such. "W-What the actual hell?" Face burning hot, she quickly stepped out of the dungeon - feeling dirty just from being in such a room. Staring in, she involuntarily shivered and then made her way back upstairs.