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world changed.
    The lighting was low but
spotlights to the sides softly lit up scene alcoves. The sounds of
spanking and cries were normal but that’s where normal
stopped.
    There was a real honest to god
carousel in the center of the large rotunda. It moved slowly and
subs were riding brightly colored horses and moving up and down
with their hands chained to the pole in front of them. The colorful
lights glowed and turned a child’s ride into an erotic wonderland.
There was a spanking bench, no two, where the customary park
benches should be. It was totally awesome and erotic. This was a
BDSM playground.
    Displayed in all his glory, a
young male sub was having a flogger used on his pink striped behind
by a Domme. My nerves settled. I was back in my world.
    Finally, I was able to take my
eyes off the moving carousel. There were three bartenders behind a
thirty foot bar. They wore black silk long sleeved shirts
completely opened down the front with black bowties identifying
them as El Diablo employees. Two of the bartenders were women and
they wore skimpy black bras. All three had on skintight
pants.
    Looking around I noticed the
cocktail waitresses had similar tops and bow ties but sported
skimpy black leather skirts, black thongs, and high heels. A woman
was laying full length on top of the bar and whenever a Dom sitting
nearby placed an order they walked over and delivered a hard slap
to her naked behind. Her shoulders were shaking up and down. Bad
sub.
    A warm hand on my arm startled me.
I didn’t need to look to know who it was. Turning, I barely managed
to get a breath in.
    His chest was bare and smooth. His
leather pants looked painted on and disappeared into black leather
boots that stopped just below his knees. Each muscle begged to be
touched. I barely had enough control to keep my hands off his man
boobs. Slowly my eyes traveled back to his face.
    Dimples.
    His fingers released my arm and
surprisingly, I was able to stand on my own. Even in full Domme
mode, it was pure torture to be around him.
    “Mistress Lydia.” He took my hand
and kissed the inside of my wrist. His tongue licked the area
before releasing me. My pussy clenched.
    “I have a surprise for you and I’d like to show you
around.”
    “That would be wonderful.” My Dominatrix voice
sounded breathy in my ears. I had to get control of myself.
    We walked closer to the carousel
and I could see faces of men and women riding the brightly colored
horses.
    “If you choose a sub for the night
they can wait for you on the carousel if you need to leave them
alone. House rules don’t allow un-claimed subs or approaching
another Dom’s sub on the Carousel. You can also see that discipline
is one of its better features.”
    I looked at the sub that was
flogged moments ago. His mouth worked between the Domme’s thighs
and she was holding tight to a pole made for just that
purpose.
    The slow spinning movement stopped
and a young woman stepped down. She held the carousel controller in
her hand and approached us. My shock was apparent. It was Angela
dressed in the El Diablo employee uniform. She went to her knees at
my feet. My hand touched her hair but my eyes went to
Damian.
    “Permission to speak Mistress?”
    “Yes Angela you have permission.”
Tears burned my eyes but I held them back.
    “I arrived this morning. Master D.
gave me a job and when I’m not working I’m a full member of the
club.”
    I couldn’t help my frown. “You traveled this morning
and you’re working tonight?”
    “Yes Mistress but Master D. told
me if I didn’t take a nap I could not come in this evening. I only
work for another hour but he wanted me here so you would feel
comfortable. I would like to write myself on your schedule for next
week if it pleases you Mistress?”
    “Yes it pleases me. Thank you
Angela, you have made my evening brighter.”
    “Thank you Mistress, I must get back to work.”
    Yes you should, I’m not sure
kneeling while you’re on duty is a