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Peter’s jaw worked, and his gaze flicked to the other people in the dining room.

She didn’t care about their audience, and the Dom at her shoulder, still hovering protectively, was making her feel some much-needed support and acceptance.

“You were my Master.”Diann felt fluttery, every muscle trembling as the words were ripped out.“I needed you, and you abandoned me.”

“I loved you.”Finally, finally there was some emotion in him.

“No, you didn’t, because if you had really loved me, you would have cared about what I needed.You would have stayed my Master.Instead you decided that because you loved me, I should change.”

“No!It wasn’t like that.I…I fell in love with you, and I couldn’t...You went from sub to—” His jaw worked.“From sub to girlfriend in my head and you don’t take a fucking cane to your girlfriend!”

“Do you hear what an asshole you are?Are you seriously admitting, out loud, that you’re only a sadist for women you don’t think are worthy of being your ‘girlfriend’?”

“What?No.Fuck.”Peter shoved his hands through his hair.“I hear it, I do, but I don’t…I know it’s fucked up, and I don’t think less of subs, but I think of them as subs.There are things you can do to subs, consensually, that felt wrong when I thought about doing them to my wife.”

Wife?

The fight drained out of Diann, leaving her coldly angry.“I wasn’t your girlfriend.Or your wife.I was your submissive.I would have been your slave if you’d wanted that, because I trusted you that much.And I needed you.”Diann shook her head.“You changed, and expected me to…what?Be cured of my kinks because you loved me?”

Peter was shaking his head.“No, because there’s nothing to cure.It’s not?—”

“Guess what, I’m allowed to have my kinks, to need to be submissive and be used.”

Her new friend/emotional support Dom, grunted his agreement.

“And you don’t get to make me feel like shit because of it,” Diann finished, throat once more tight with tears.“You don’t get to play the perfect Dom while making me feel like shit.”

“I never meant to make you feel bad.”

“Well, you did.”

Peter looked away, jaw clenched.

Diann wanted to cry.She wanted to keep fighting.She wanted to run away.She wanted to slap Peter.

She took a deep breath, making sure she was calm before she spoke.“I’m done.Sky.”Her safe word was clear and decisive.

Peter flinched at hearing it, as if she’d finally slapped him.He recovered quickly, reaching for her, but Diann shifted away.The other Dom and his submissive—who Diann hadn’t realized was spread out on the tabletop being played with while she herself was under the table sucking cock—helped free her from the tray belt, collar, and spine strap.The other sub hugged her when the Dom gently bent her over their table to ease the hook out of her ass.

Diann walked naked out of the dining room, and only when she got to the Subs’ Garden did she let herself give in and cry.

Chapter5

Julen and Laney

Laney knelt,quiet and patient, as her game partner, her Dom for the weekend, helped two other Doms get their subs into ropes.

The dark-haired, curvy woman with the bitable ass was an experienced rope submissive, and apparently one of Master Morton’s regular rope subs.He’d told her that she would get the most complicated tie of the three of them.

Laney had to bite her lip to stop herself from reminding him that she was experienced too.He’d spent last night putting her in a series of different ties, but only one brief suspension.

Tonight she and the two other women would all be suspended in ropes above an outdoor stage, where the rest of the club could come and observe.

She liked the attention, liked the feel of everyone looking at her.

Okay, they weren’t currently looking at her, since she was kneeling on a small table off to one side of the stage and waiting.

The sub in the center spot was one half of the “R” game pair.Master Morton had mentioned, several times, that it was ridiculous that a) shibari was listed under R, as “rope, shibari,” and b) that he hadn’t been assigned to the letter R, so he could handle shibari.

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