Chapter 41


    Beth shifted her weight to her left hand, lifted her right off the wood floor and flexed her wrist. A crop


    struck her thigh.


    “Be good, girlie.”


    Dropping her hand back to the floor, Beth resumed her position on hands and knees, serving as a


    footrest for her owner. Madame Cat lifted her legs a fraction of an inch off Beth’s lower back, switching


    which ankle was crossed on top.


    The floor of the library was one of the leastfortable ces to be kneeling for long periods of time,


    but that was where Madame Cat had decided to have her dinner. Almost everyone else in the library


    was also eating, and Beth’s stomach growled in reaction to the delicious food smells. People went quiet


    and Beth lifted her head just enough to look around. Master Xavier, recognizable from the mask he


    wore, was leading a lovely red-haired sub through the room.


    They must have been paired up as part of the checklist game. Beth had yed with Master Xavier


    once, over a year ago. He’dplimented her on her ability to obey and her responsiveness to pain,


    but Beth had been able to tell that he’d never ask for her again.


    That was the story of her life. She was good, but forgettable…as forgettable as a piece of furniture,


    which she was now serving as.


    Beth bit the inside of her lip, reminding herself that anything was better than nothing. Being cored by


    Madame Cat was an honor and a gift.


    She watched out of the corner of her eye as the lovely red-headed sub was draped backward over a


    wine barrel and then pleasured by nearly everyone in the room. Beth was transfixed by the sight—


    though the sub had been ordered not toe, she’d clearly had orgasm after orgasm from mouths and


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    Beth had been kneeling here,pletely naked, for what felt like days, and the only physical contact


    she’d had were her owner’s feet on her back and the asional strike of the crop when she moved too


    much.


    “I need her.” Master Xavier’s voice only a few feet away shocked Beth, but she held still.


    “Of course.” Madame Cat took her feet off Beth. “Go with Master Xavier.”


    Beth’s heart was in her throat as she pushed herself up into a kneeling position. Keeping her head


    down, she waited for her orders, hoping, praying that it would be something dirty and sexy. Clearly


    Master Xavier remembered her from their one session. Maybe she wasn’t as forgettable as she felt.


    “Stand up. Come with me.”


    Ten minutester Beth was positioned behind the barrel. Xavier had raised his sub’s head and


    shoulders so they were no longer lower than her heart. Beth was serving as a support—the other


    woman’s shoulders against her breasts, her bound arms looped around Beth’s neck.


    It seemed that her destiny was to be either furniture or a prop. Biting hard on the inside of her lip, she


    was able to hold in the murky feelings bubbling inside her. With nothing better to do, she analyzed,


    finally deciding that the predominant emotion she had at the moment was frustration, followed shortly


    by boredom.


    Being part of the scene, even tangentially, was certainly better than being a footrest. She now had a


    perfect view of the woman’s spread legs and the Dom who was currently licking her. Beth’s own body


    throbbed in response. For one insane moment she considered running her hand over the smooth white


    skin bound and disyed before her.


    But she knew better. That wasn’t why Master Xavier had asked for her. Turning her gaze away to avoid


    temptation and stupid fantasies, her gazended on Master James.


    Beth sucked in air. Master James looked like a movie star—not a grungy action star, but a ssic


    clean-cut hero. Though he was wearing cks and a simple button down shirt, he looked as elegant as


    other men looked in three-piece suits.


    Master James was on the top of her wish list of y partners. She’d seen him sitting with subs on his


    lap, his style of domination a kind of causal yet intimate mastery—as if he had no doubt that he was in


    control and felt no need to make a show of it. She’d watched him kiss and pet his subs while in the


    common spaces, touches that seemed more like those of a lover than a Master.


    And oh, she wanted that.


    He smiled slightly and Beth blinked, then checked behind her, but there was no one there. Was he


    smiling at her?


    His gaze dropped to her neck and the padlocked cor she wore. Golden-brown brows drew together


    and Master James looked away.


    Beth lowered her gaze, her face warm—embarrassment the main cause, but there was another feeling


    in the mix, which she identified as shame. Luckily a momentter Master Xavier freed his sub’s legs


    and helped her off the barrel. Beth waited to see if she was still needed. When everyone turned away,


    focusing on other things now that Master Xavier’s scene was done, Beth dropped to her hands and


    knees and crawled back to her owner, wincing as Madame Cat plopped her feet into ce.


    Only five feet from where Beth knelt, a pretty blonde submissive was urged up onto a low ottoman. The


    girl had an open-style gag in her mouth, drool making her lower lip glisten. The Dom, who Beth


    recognized but whose name she couldn’t remember, had her lie on her side. Smooth ck rope was


    wound around the sub’s limbs, creating wide cuffs that bound each wrist to the corresponding ankle,


    and knees to elbows. With her legs tucked up against her chest her ass and pussy were fully exposed.


    The Dom knelt beside the ottoman and ran his hands over the girl’s back, adding the asional spank


    as he whispered to her, the words low enough that Beth couldn’t make them out, but she could guess


    that they were gentle from the tone of his voice.


    The Dom pulled a small, jeweled plug from his pocket, slipping it into the sub’s mouth through the open


    gag. When it was coated in saliva he spread the cheeks of the girl’s ass with one hand then teased her


    anus with the blunt tip of the plug. Beth watched, unable to turn away—not that she wanted to—as little


    by little the Master coaxed, teased, and tormented the woman, using the plug to rx and loosen the


    muscles of her anus, until each time he pulled away the sub frantically twisted, trying to lift her hips,


    seemingly desperate for the pration.


    Beth understood the feeling. She’d been wet since watching the scene with Master Xavier and his sub,


    and her current view wasn’t doing anything to lessen the low burn of arousal. Her nipples were tight,


    making her aware of each breath she took.


    When the plug was finally inserted, Beth had to bite back a moan that echoed the blonde’s, her own


    anus clenching in reaction to what she was seeing. Next arge silver egg was forced into the sub’s


    pussy. With the woman’s squeals of pleasure ringing in Beth’s ears, she shifted her weight, trying to


    relive the throb in her own pussy. Madame Cat rewarded her fidgeting with a sharp blow from the crop.


    Pleasure darted through Beth, and for one exciting moment she thought she might find release too, but


    then her Domme went back to her conversation.


    The blonde’s Master had risen and taken a seat, propping his ankles on the sub’s hip. Another


    submissive footstool. He held a small control box, a wire leading from it to the egg buried deep in the


    sub’s wet, pink pussy. He murmured something, then the girl started gasping and twitching, her toes


    curling, fingers grasping nothing but air.


    Beth watched as the Dom leaned back in his seat, drink in hand, appearing rxed and at ease, yet his


    eyes never left the sub, his fingers poised over the control box, adjusting it ording to the sub’s


    reactions.


    It was painfully simple to makeparisons between the blonde’s situation and her own. Beth wanted


    what the other girl had, but even as the sounds of female orgasm rose to impossible-to-ignore levels,


    Madame Cat was more focused on her conversation than on Beth. As Beth’s Mistress, that was her


    right, to use Beth in whatever way pleased her.


    Rather than continue to watch, Beth closed her eyes and tried to ignore the sounds, hoping her arousal


    would fade. Eventually, it did.


    Maybe it was time to give up this life. She’d thought BDSM would help her, but instead it just reinforced


    the fact that Beth would never be like other women. No one wanted to y with her, no one cared


    about her pleasure. She was as alone here as she was in the outside world.


    Madame Cat had dropped hints that she might be leaving the club, or possibly moving out of LA. When


    she did, Beth would resign her membership. Though it would effectively mean giving up most human


    contact, alone might be better than feeling like this.


    Bottling up her feelings, Beth settled in to the boredom of serving as a footstool and started working


    through calculus problems in her head.