Page 174 of Triple Pucked
There is no photography allowed at On the RACK events. Everyone here has signed contracts that binds them legally to full discretion. Partying here are actors, singers, and CEOs, as well as locals from Freedom.
If there wasn’t trust, then there couldn’t be a community like this.
It’s fucking liberating.
Also, it’s mutually assured destruction.
Smart.
“Want to discover why Ty is called Master Shibari?” D’Angelo points toward the raised stage where an audience has already gathered.
Shay perks up. “Yes, Sir.”
D’Angelo’s pupils dilate.
D’Angelo may be teasing Shay with the bunny tail, but Shay can take his revenge simply by the use of his polite, submissive Sir.
It has a greater impact on D’Angelo than stroking his cock.
D’Angelo straightens his shoulders. “Follow me, pets.”
He marches toward the stage.
I nudge Shay. “You’ve triggered his dominant gene.”
“I know.” Shay winks.
He grabs my hand and tugs me after D’Angelo, grimacing on each careful step.
As we cross the club, a number of subs glance at us with curiosity.
They greet D’Angelo enthusiastically or stop for a quick word with him.
I can see how Shay’s shoulders tighten each time. Yet it makes me happy to see how liked D’Angelo is.
He’s a protector.
I understand that with Heine now.
D’Angelo (along with his friends The Kinks), has been looking out for this community quietly, while being ripped apart in the press as a cocky, uncaring playboy.
My lips thin.
I am even more determined to turn around his reputation in the press and work on his PR.
D’Angelo has been keeping Freedom’s failing economy alive for years. I won’t allow the sport that he loves to kill him.
My eye is drawn to the area next to the stage, however, which is filled with large wooden and leather equipment.
Kay is seated on a tall wooden throne, as if ruling over the plush spanking bench, set of stocks, pillory, cages, and a St. Andrew’s Cross.
She is dressed as a Gothic Red Queen in a scarlet and gold ball gown with a dramatic frilled collar. She is wearing a spiked crown, and her face has been painted white with a red heart over her right eye. She is tapping a red heart riding crop threateningly on her thigh.
Cassian sprawls on the arm of her throne in a cute one piece PVC stripy pink and purple Cheshire Cat outfit.
“Imagine if Everett had designed Dee’s outfit like that.” Shay raises his eyebrow.
I am imagining it.
