Despite his prodding, she would go no further, instead quizzing him and
Flora on what they had seen around the convention so far, and what had
impressed them the most.
Despite his prodding, she would go no further, instead quizzing him and
Flora on what they had seen around the convention so far, and what had
impressed them the most.
-==-
"Well, what would we have done anyway?" Mandy fumed, as Jason unlocked
the door to their room.
"Get real," shot back Jason, "it's Saturday night, half the fetish clubs
in England are within a mile of here, and most of the convention will be
going out and partying like Roman emperors!"
"Jason." Mandy spoke the word quietly, patiently. She had suddenly
become very calm, and he knew that he had stepped over a line.
"Jason," she continued, "have you ever known me to top you or Flora in
matters of our everyday lives?"
"Well as a matter of fact... Okay, not really, but I,"
"And do you think I would insist that we go to this party without a
good reason?"
"Well no, but,"
"Then stop arguing. But me no buts. Cease and desist. I've heard some
rumors about what Miss Kat has been working on, and while I can't figure
out why she would be associating with those losers we met in the bar, I do
know that this party will be showing off something you've never seen
before."
"Well... hell. Alright," Jason acquiesced, silently wishing his Mistress
wouldn't be so damned reasonable.
-==-
For the party, they all agreed that making a lasting impression was
called for, so each dug into their baggage for their best fetish finery.
Jason donned something a little uncharacteristic for him: a body harness
they had used for suspension, with a codpiece, a pair of engineer's boots,
and a smile. The workouts he had been enduring with Flora, who was a bit
of a fitness nut had been paying off, he noticed.
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