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took several
steps away before turning toward him. Her eyes were trained on his
face while she began pulling her shirt over her head. My breath
caught in my throat as I watched her disrobe. For as beautiful as she
was though, I was too nervous to be aroused.
    She stripped down to
her bra and underwear, her mouth responding with adorable little
'Yes. Master's after every command. I couldn't hear her say it
through all the people talking, but I knew the words well enough to
read them on her lips.
    When he started
strapping her in with her back facing the crowd, the party
participants began to take notice. A few women gathered around to
watch, perhaps anticipating that they were about to see something
very real. Out of all the men at the play party, Chet was one of the
few who looked like an actual Dom. His leathers were pristine, high
quality, and perfectly stitched. I looked like a noob by comparison. You didn't come to show off.
    I tried to focus on
Talia as the seconds ticked by like hours. Looking at her back
silently enraged me. Chet had definitely been there. His signature
was in the bruises and small cuts. The pain would likely be
excruciating if he focused on the same area, and I was sure that he
would. He was a sadist like that.
    Once Talia was
sufficiently strapped in, Chet walked back over to the bag on the
floor to rummage through it. My heart beat fiercely with anticipation
as I waited to see his apparatus of torture. What he pulled out of
the bag made my breath hitch, and my body stiffen. This definitely
wasn't going to be good.
    Instead of starting
with something low sensation, like a soft leather flogger, he had
gone straight for one made of chain, a high-intensity toy meant for
only the most experienced players, a toy that could cause a
debilitating amount of damage in the wrong hands—and his were
definitely the wrong hands. This was not an exhibition of dominance;
this was going to be a display of pain at one of its highest degrees.
My muscles twitched as the protective instinct raced through me to
stop this before it even began, to keep the first strike from ever
falling.
    I exhaled heavily as
Chet took his position next to Talia and drew the toy back. It was
going to take everything in me to watch, to sit there and do nothing.
Already, my eyes were searching for the dungeon monitors, hoping that
one had taken notice of what was about to go down. Surely, this would
not be allowed. No one was looking though. No one but me and the
curious women who were quickly gathering, giving the flogger a queer
look, likely having never seen one made of chain before.
    The first strike
across Talia's back elicited a shrill cry, and I felt my chest
tighten as her body heaved for breath from the shock. Many of the
women standing around jumped, their expressions disturbed. Chet
glanced back, zeroing in on me. He pointed the flogger at me and
mouthed something I couldn't make it out, probably some bullshit
about this being how a real Dom does things. Then he struck her
again.
    I tried to look
unaffected, but panic was racing through me, and my stress levels
were rising by the second. The dungeon monitors weren't paying
attention to the play area, probably because they didn't expect
anything intense to be going on there. By the time I returned my
focus to Chet and Talia, another group of women had walked into the
gap of people I had been looking through, obscuring my view. With all
the noise from people chatting, I could barely hear Talia crying out
over the crowd or the sound of chain crunching against chain with
each slap of the flogger against her back. I doubted that the dungeon
monitors were as tuned into it as I was.
    I thought about
going to get one of them and draw their attention to the scene, but I
honestly wasn't sure how they would react, and if they did nothing,
then I would just look like some pansy that couldn't take a scene.
None of the women were reporting it, so why should it bother me?
Because I really knew