Shadow Lane Volume 7: How Cute Is That? A Novel of Spanking, Sex and Love. Eve Howard
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soon as Zoe and Teresa entered the first crowded room, submissive males who begged them to whip or spank them or let them worship their feet surrounded them. Zoe declined all offers, not feeling the slightest bit dominant in spite of her outfit. Teresa took a seat and allowed a slave to adore her 5” heeled, thigh-high boots. Zoe left her to wander around the room and stare in wonder at the floggings, wax drippings and stringent bondage positions being tried out on willing submissives.
Many of the players were situated on the wrong side of 40, with scary physiques. The scenes in which they were participating did not arouse Zoe, but she appreciated the whole on a Diane Arbus level and found herself amused for a half hour before going to seek out Teresa again. But as she made her way through the room to find her friend she was struck by the entrance of Julian Honeywell with Gloria Lindstrom in tow.
Gloria was every bit as striking as her photograph and was in fact clad in the same custom corset she had worn while posing for it. Her heels were even higher than Zoe’s and both her bosom and bottom were completely exposed. She seemed in a trance as Julian led her through the room by a leash attached to a studded dog collar that encircled her throat. Her eyes never left the ground before her and her posture was all compliance.
Zoe darted behind a pillar before they passed and watched them from this vantage point. The view of Gloria from the rear was nothing if not daunting, with her long legs and smooth round cheeks so exquisitely set off by the hip length corset.
Zoe’s heart pounded as she watched her beautiful rival follow her lover through the room. They stopped at a raised platform that Julian mounted, pulling Gloria behind him. Upon this platform stood a wooden X-frame to which leather cuffs had been attached. Julian put Gloria’s wrists and ankles into the cuffs, spreading her legs well apart as he did. Then he took up a long, multi-thonged, leather flogger and began to lightly feather her bottom, gradually increasing his tempo and the force with which he was wielding the whip.
Zoe watched in distraught fascination as the whipping progressed, able to observe Gloria’s face each time the lashes struck. The model appeared in a reverie as people gathered to watch. The blonde girl looked very submissive indeed, with a soft, babyish quality to her skin and even a slight suggestion of voluptuousness around the tummy, buttocks and thighs that hadn’t appeared in the photo she’d sent. Even so, it was difficult to ascertain whether Julian was having a good time.
“What a handsome man,” Teresa remarked to Zoe when she found her observing the pair on the platform. ”He seems somehow familiar.”
“I’m not surprised. That’s the one who’s tape you sent me.
Remember?”
“Oh yes! The Beverly Hills doctor. Whatever happened with you two?”
“We’ve been seeing each other.”
“So what’s he doing here with the princess?”
“You know her?”
“Gloria? Sure, she’s pretty much this year’s sub.”
“Is she a pro?”
“Oh, I should think so.”
“She answered his Matchmakers ad.”
“Really? She must be looking for a master.”
“Have you ever talked to her?”
“We’ve worked together on a couple of video shoots. She’s adorable but not terribly bright. She can take plenty of whipping though. Great pain tolerance. Loves to be gagged. Into suspension bondage and ripe for piercing.”
“I’m sure I’ve lost him.”
“Think so?”
“How can I compete against that sort of submissiveness? I won’t even let him stand me in the corner.”
“Admirable,” Teresa smiled. “Maybe you’re a dominant at heart.”
“I wish I could talk to her alone. See what she’s like,” said Zoe.
“Wait till she hits the ladies room and follow her in.”
Zoe waited a half hour before spotting Gloria enter the restroom then took Teresa’s suggestion. While the younger girl was reapplying color to her full lips, Zoe came in and began to brush her hair.
“Excuse me,” said Zoe, making eye contact in the mirror, “but weren’t you doing that sexy whipping scene with the handsome man?”
Responding as expected to the flattering tone of Zoe’s query, Gloria began to sing the praises of her escort and herself.
Zoe was duly informed of Dr. Honeywell’s profession, his residence, his income, stock portfolio and penis size. She was told of Julian’s complete infatuation for Gloria, what he had promised to do for her, what presents he had already given her and more.
“He says he’s never met anyone like me,” Gloria bragged. “He compared me to “Beauty,” as in Anne Rice’s Sleeping Beauty books.”
“Did he?” Zoe smiled.
“Oh yes. Of course, my nose is slightly different than “Beauty’s” and that does bother me. But fortunately Julian specializes in that kind of surgery. He says I can have any kind of nose I like!”
“Wow,” marveled Zoe, “that must be a five thousand dollar value, at least!”
“God yes!” agreed Gloria guilelessly.
“So what’s he like to play with?”
“Perfectly charming.”
“What’s he into?”
“Oh, spanking, humiliation, breast punishment, hot wax, dildoing, oral sex, anal sex.”
“I hope he practices safe sex!” said Zoe in spite of herself, for she always did.
“Well, he is a doctor,” Gloria informed her. “But sometimes I think he’s too cautious.”
“How do you meet someone like that? Not at a place like this, I’m sure.”
“Oh no! But there’s this wonderful organization back East that just exists to get submissive girls lovers. Here, I even have a card.” Gloria withdrew a Matchmakers, Inc. card from her tiny purse and handed it to Zoe. “Subscribe to their publication and you’ll meet the most upscale dominants in the country.”
“Can this be true?”
“All I know is, I’m sleeping on Ralph Lauren sheets tonight,”
Gloria blithely confessed before drifting out the door. “Good luck!”
Zoe made her way through the crowded rooms in a heartbroken daze clutching the Matchmakers card in her hand. On her way towards the door as she passed through the bar she was suddenly confronted by Julian.
“Zoe! I had no idea you’d be here!” Julian protested, distressed.
“It’s okay, I’m just leaving.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Long enough to have met Gloria. I was sure you two were perfect for each other and I was right. Excuse me.” Zoe pushed passed him, a lump in her throat.
“Wait a minute,” he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
Without asking her leave, he unceremoniously lifted her to a bar stool and capturing her hands in his, made her look at him. “Just what did Gloria tell you?”
“Only that you’re about to make her your mistress.”
“Oh, Zoe, that’s not true!”
“You’re madly in love with her. She’s your own little Beauty, or she will be once you’ve chiseled her nose.”
“She does want a nose job,” Julian admitted, “but I keep telling her I only do eyes. Don’t