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“What’s wrong?” Dana asked from the lounger. She couldn’t see what he had in his

hand.

“Nothing. Let’s go.” He crumpled the card and threw it on the floor. Then he

groaned, picked it back up, and stuffed it in his pocket.

Not again. I don’t need any fucking help.

* * * * *

When Dana got back to her cottage, she boiled water and added it to the teapot,

then pulled out a tank top and jeans to wear. It was late but she couldn’t sleep. Jack said he needed to do some work and didn’t want to keep her up so he was going to his

cottage. Just as well, she needed time to think. Why couldn’t she make this decision—go or stay? Probably because she’d never had to make any big decisions in the past.

After the discussion with Jack she should be pouring herself a large goblet of mead.

The herbal tea was a better choice. The mead would make her a bit daft and she needed a clear head to sort out her troubles. As she stepped out of her costume a white card fluttered out of the bodice and dropped to the floor. It was the same business card. How could the card have been inside her dress all evening, and then never fallen out in the dungeon when she’d taken it off? This was a new card too. The other ones she’d torn

up. This was insane.

She laughed. Was Jack trying to make up with her, cheer her up? She finished

dressing and with the card in hand she ran over to his cottage and knocked on his door.

No answer. “Jack? You there?” No answer. There weren’t any lights on inside either.

Odd. She returned to her cottage and took out a teacup from the cupboard.

She was about to pour hot water into a teacup, when she found another business

card sitting inside the cup. She cried out and nearly dropped the kettle.

Slamming it down on the stove, she looked around her room. “Hello? Jack? Are you

in here?” She checked under the bed, in the bathroom and closet but there was no sign 77

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of him. Next she went outside again and over to Jack’s cottage. Still no light inside.

What was going on with these business cards?

She was going to find out. Back inside her cottage, she picked up her cell phone and

punched in the number.

The phone rang and someone picked it up.

“Thank you for calling 1-800-DOM-help. This is the Operator. How may I be of

assistance?” the male voice said.

She hesitated for a moment. It didn’t sound like Jack, but the same calm and

pleasant voice she heard the first time she called. “Hello, ahmm…” She wasn’t sure

what to say. She was still trying to figure out how the number could work at all.

“We’re pleased that you called.”

“Are you selling something? What’s going on? Who keeps giving me these cards?”

The Operator chuckled. “No, Dana we’re not selling anything. Receiving one of our

cards is a special and rare opportunity.”

A chill crept up Dana’s back. She never told this guy her name. He must have caller

ID or something. “Then what’s it about?”

“You received this card because you have a need. Something in your D/s

relationship is troubling you and we’re here to help.”

She plopped down on the bed, angry at Jack for talking to strangers about their sex

life. “Did Jack call you?”

“No.”

“Then how did you—”

“You’re a sub?”

“What?” She was pissed now. “Who put you up to this?” Her voice was shaking

with anger.
How dare this stranger ask these personal questions?

“How you came to have the card is not important. Do you have questions about

your current relationship? Yes or no? Be honest.” His voice was firm, yet

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compassionate. A lump formed in Dana’s throat and tears filled her eyes. She wanted to figure this out.

“Yes, I do.”

“Are you a sub or a Domme?”

“A sub.”

“Very well. Hold on and I will connect you with someone best able to assist you.”

She heard a click on the phone and then a woman’s voice came on. “Dana?”

“Yes?”

“Hi. I’m here to help. Do you have something sexy to wear? A club outfit,

preferably leather?”

“Can you tell me what’s this all about? How do you all know my name? Did Jack

put you up to this?”

“We keep a very selective list of clients who come to Unfettered. Once invited,

you’re always welcome for as long as you remain in the lifestyle. We’re also here to help Dominants and submissives work out their very unique problems. You can continue to

deny your true nature and be miserable, or sense there is something missing, or you can come to Unfettered with me and let the Master help you break down the barriers.”

“Barriers?” She hadn’t thought about that. “Is this safe?”

“Completely. I can stay with you the whole time if you wish. Now, do you have

something sexy to wear?”

“I have a leather skirt. Jack bought it for me and a tank.”

“That will do. Get changed into that. I’ll be by your cottage shortly to escort you to Unfettered.” The woman hung up before she had a chance to ask any more questions.

The voice sounded familiar but she couldn’t place it.

Racing out of her cottage, she ran over to Jack’s cottage and pounded on his door. It was well past midnight and it was dark inside. He still didn’t answer. Maybe he’d gone into town to stay at the store? She doubted it, because his car was parked in front of the 79

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cottages right next to her rental.
Damn
.
Where the hell was he?
Was she finally going to Unfettered alone without him?

Back in her place she quickly changed into the black leather skirt, a midnight-blue

shimmery tank and strappy black heels. As soon as she finished dressing, a knock at her door made her jump. She had to take a couple breaths before she had the nerve to open the door.

“Shannon!”

“Ready to go?” Shannon was smiling and wearing a black robe. She had another

robe draped over her arm.

“That was you on the phone?”

Shannon nodded. “Hurry up, the Master is waiting.”

“Who’s the Master?”

She continued smiling. “You’ll see. You’ll love Unfettered. Put this on first.”

Shannon handed her a black hooded robe. “We’ll walk. It’s not far.”

“Can I walk in these heels?” She suspected they’d be going into the forest.

Shannon nodded. “You’ll be fine.”

Outside there was no breeze, and the sounds of the crickets and frogs had stopped.

Dana’s heart pounded, taking her breath away. What was she getting into? If only Jack was with her. “Shouldn’t we find Jack and ask him to come?”

“Follow me. It’s not far.” Shannon led her into the forest.

After a few minutes, Dana saw the golden glow of lights through the trees, that

same strange glow she’d seen weeks ago. She and Shannon passed through two stone

pillars and an open wrought iron gate. The level of excitement was almost

overwhelming.
I can do this.
Her hands grabbed fistfuls of the robe as they walked closer to the building. At the end of the walkway was a stucco house with a thatched roof that looked like an old farmhouse. “This is Unfettered?” There was no parking lot, no cars, just forest. She couldn’t see any road that led to the house.

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“Yes, it’s quite nice inside.” Shannon showed her to the entrance, a large man stood

at the door. He nodded and opened the weathered wooden door for them. “This is

Hayden,” Shannon explained. “If there’s any trouble, Hayden will handle it. But you

won’t have any problems. You’re safe here.” Hayden remained at the door like a human

brick wall.

Inside Dana was stunned. Unfettered didn’t look like an old farmhouse. It was

surreal, as if she’d walked into a luxurious hotel with polished woods, overstuffed

leather chairs and couches. An elegant bar and tables were at one side of the large room and hallways led off from the main area. Sensual music with a steady beat played in the background. Soft candlelight flickered from tables and the bar. The air was heavy with spicy scented candles, leather and sex.

Women were dressed in scanty leather and lace, boots or heels and the men wore

leather or black trousers and black shirts or no shirts. A few people were naked or close to it. “We have something here for everyone’s taste. I’m sure you’ll find what you’re looking for.”

Shannon removed her robe and took Dana’s and handed them to a petite woman at

the door. “I’ll hold these until you’re ready to leave,” the woman with several facial piercings and black, spiky hair said. She wore a black lace body stocking that left

nothing to the imagination and outrageously high platform heels. Another attractive

woman with long dark hair approached them, holding her hand out to Dana.

“Hello, Dana. Welcome. So glad to have you here. I’m Dru.” The woman shook her

hand and Dana was stunned by the sexy, black dress. The V in the front came down to

her navel and the hem barely covered her ass. She also wore thigh-high boots.

“Thanks, I’m still a little confused.” Dana noticed Kevin and Thea, two of the

entertainers from the dinner show, at a table by the bar. Kevin wore only a leather vest and a collar around his neck. He was bent over the table and Thea held his leash while she whipped him with a cane. Each crack of the cane sent chills up Dana’s spine.

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Kevin’s cock was hard and swayed with each strike, and a glistening drop of pre-cum

dribbled from its tip.

At the far side of the room a woman was hung upside down, her legs spread

slightly and her arms bound behind her back while her Dom held a large vibrator at her pussy. The woman moaned and writhed.

Dru smiled, not giving the hedonistic display a second glance. “Unfettered is a

special place. There’s something for everyone here. By the time you leave, your

questions will be answered. You’re troubled by your relationship and have a few big

decisions to make.” Dru’s brutal honesty stabbed at Dana’s heart.

“Yes, you sound like a fortuneteller.”

“Not at all. I’m just well informed. If you want your answers follow me. But first a

lesson in trust.” Dru walked over to the girl who had taken their robes and was handed something that looked like a masquerade mask. She came up to Dana and handed it to

her. “Put this on. It’s a blindfold. When you can’t see, you have to trust other senses.”

Dana glanced at the mask in her hands, hesitating.

“It’s all right, Dana,” Shannon said. “Hurry, the Master waits.”

“But what about Jack?”

“You love him, don’t you?” Shannon asked, with a reassuring smile.

“Yes.” She realized she’d never told Jack.

“And you want to break down the barriers between you two.”

Dana nodded.

“Then Jack would want you here.”

Dana put the mask on, then Dru and Shannon led her down a long hallway. The

farmhouse didn’t seem quite this large from the outside. The cracks of whips and

moans and an occasional rattle of a chain were heard as she was guided down the

hallway. They stopped then and she heard them open a door and walk her inside. She

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well as the scent of leather and another herb, eucalyptus. Just the smell of leather

immediately made cream flood her pussy and her clit throb with a sexual need.

“Did you want Shannon to stay, Dana?” Dru asked.

“Yes,” Dana answered.

“The Master says no, it’s not necessary,” Dru said. “Safe words here are ‘stop’ and

‘slow’. Understand, Dana?”

“Yes.” Panic was setting in. Did this Master expect to have sex with her? “Shannon?

Jack would agree to this? I mean, I know I have things to learn about the D/s lifestyle, but this can’t be right me being with someone else.”

“Jack would approve, Dana,” Shannon said. “You want to understand what’s

holding you back, right?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll be leaving you now. You’ll be fine,” Shannon said. Dana heard the door

close and rough hands gripped her and drew her across the room and up against the

wall.

“Can you tell me what we’re going to do, Master? I’m very nervous.” Since Dru and

Shannon referred to him as Master, she had better too. “I’m fairly new to this and Jack, my Master, wishes for me to live with him and not return to the states. That’s a big

decision, I—”

Pressing his fingertips over her lips, he signaled her to be silent. Then he raised her arms and clamped them into shackles. Dana gasped. Her feet were shoved apart and

secured into a spreader bar. She was still clothed. Would this experience with this

Master help her to break down any remaining resistance she had with Jack so she could completely surrender to him? Would this also help with her decision to stay or return home?

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The Master stroked her cheek with his knuckles. If he’d only talk to her maybe this

would be easier. Every inch of her body shook partly from fear and partly from

anticipation.

She kept reminding herself that this Master was trained and she was doing this for

Jack and herself. Right now, her body shook and muscles tensed as she heard the

Master moving around a few feet away. The first crack of a flogger made her jump. Her cream flowed but she also tensed since it wasn’t Jack. The flogger stuck the wall close to her but never touched her. How could the Master help her?

Moments later, the sound of chains replaced the cracks of the flogger and he

released her arms and ankles, but shackled her wrists in cuffs and chains and walked