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on her feet
again, wiped his hand on a hankerchief, then fitted a wide jewelled
leather collar around her throat. He toyed with a leash for a
moment, considering her, then cast it aside, taking another leash
from his pocket. It was the same metallic gold as the collar, but
this one had two clamps on its end.
    Louise inhaled again as the Count caught her
nipple between his finger and thumb, rolling it to a point. He then
affixed one clamp to it with care, giving her breast a little pat
when the nippled was snared. Louise caught her breath at the force
of the pinch, but he smiled at her.
    “It’s not so bad, little kitty. The clamps
are lined with fur. Besides -” he smiled at her “- there’s nothing
you can do about it. You’re my kitty cat tonight, and I can do
whatever I want to do to you.”
    Louise’s heart began to pound at the promise
of that. “I hope you make me purr,” she dared to say.
    The Count laughed. “Impertinent kitty,” he
chided softly. He fastened the second clamp to her other breast,
then let out the leash as he stepped back. He gave it a little tug
and Louise gasped. Her hands rose automatically to her breasts, but
she refrained from touching them in the nick of time.
    The Count put his fingertip across her lips.
“Silence, kitty.” There was a warning light in his eyes. “And clasp
your hands behind your back. I’m not ready to bind you.”
    Louise nodded understanding and – remembering
that she was supposed to be a slave – dropped her gaze to the
floor.
    “Good kitty,” the Count said. “Now, let’s
find your playmates.” He turned and walked into the Plume’s bar,
Louise hurrying behind him as those clamps tugged on her nipples.
Already she could feel her skin coming alive, a powerful tingle of
awareness emanating from those two points and driving all other
thought from her mind.
    “Walk more elegantly,” the Count said with
impatience, casting the words over his shoulder. “You’re a kitty,
not a plowhorse.”
    Louise took more care then, walking with
smaller steps even though she had to move faster to keep up with
him. She wasn’t used to heels as high as these.
    The Count let out the leash, turning when he
reached his table to watch her walk the last eight feet. He smiled
again. “Good kitty.” He rubbed her under her chin and Louise
stretched her neck up as if his caress gave her great pleasure. She
purred, making the sound deep in her throat, and the Count laughed
as if surprised. “Very good, kitty,” he said and tugged her to the
table beside him.
    His hand dove between her legs and he rubbed
her clitoris with his fingertips, kindling her arousal to a fever
pitch. Louise stood with her legs slightly apart to give him access
and looked across the bar as he caressed her with surety. She was
simmering with desire and began to move her hips against his hand
in silent demand. The Count smiled when Louise purred.
    She had a feeling she was going to like the
Count.
     
    * * *
     
    Tex couldn’t shake his bad mood. It would be
weeks before Tess was back at the Plume and probably at least a day
before he heard her voice again. He performed his duties at the
stables, being a little more tough on some of the fillies than was
necessary, but he felt as if he was just going through the
motions.
    He went down to the Plume’s bar for a drink
afterward, thinking the festivities there might cheer him up. The
place was packed with masked members, each one dressed more
outrageously than the next.
    “Drowning your sorrows?” Amanda asked as she
hopped onto a bar stool beside him. The tall brunette worked in the
office of the Plume, managing member requests and profiles.
    Amanda didn’t dress like a typical
administrative assistant. Tex smiled to see that she had indulged
her passion for vintage lingerie again. She wore a black one-piece
corset with bra that was trimmed in bright pink. It shaped her
breasts to points and drew her waist in before flaring over her
hips. She was