Exploring Her Submission: Nisey (Doms of Chicago) by Dakota Trace Page B

beautiful woman , this one clothed in a white satin robe . Whether the silence was because of the Master or woman, Nisey wasn’t sure. The woman looked vaguely familiar, even though she couldn’t place her. Who is she?
    A sultry pitched voice echoed through the room. At first the woman spoke a static spurt of Japanese before speaking in near perfect English. “Tonight we have a special treat. Super model, Anya has graciously returned to our midst and has agreed to let Master Yangchi to bind her in the classic side suspension.” A smattering of more Japanese was followed by, “Anya please requests that no pictures be taken. Master Yangchi the floor is yours.”
    Pleasure dawned on Nisey. Why she’s the model in the various bondage books Máister has back home.
    “We’re in for a treat tonight.” Caelan shifted a bit next to her.
    “ Máister ?” She idly wondered if he was uncomfortable but was distracted when the woman dropped her robe to the floor. Naked her dusky skin gleamed under the lights. She’s beautiful, even more so than the woman earlier with Master Yangchi. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the other slave sink on a lone pillow by herself.
    She was startled out of her thoughts when Master Yangchi’s voice carried over the crowd. “Anya requests that another attend her.” He paused for a moment as he scanned the area. Her breath caught when his eyes finally landed on her and Caelan. “Master Caelan, if you please?” He gestured to the stage.
    “ Máister ?” Panic washed over her. If he went to the stage, I’ll be here by myself.
    “Relax, grá. This happens. You will be fine here. No one will touch you.” He gave her a quick grin before brushing his lips across hers. “Besides, I know how hot it makes you to see me perform. Have a little patience and I’ll reward you when we get back to the hotel.” He stood and began to move towards the stage before stopping. “And no coming, slave or the punishment you received at Gabriel’s will seem like a cakewalk.”
    She grinned at his blatant reminder. As if ten swats was a punishment . A ll it did was made me hornier. “Of course not, M ái ster.”
    “Be good,” was his last warning before he made his way up onto the stage.
    “Can I sit with you?” The soft voice from her right had her glancing up. It was the woman from earlier. Nisey shrugged. “Please? Our Masters will be busy for quite some time with Anya. There is no sense in either of us sitting by ourselves and being lonely.”
    Hearing the pleading tone in the other girl’s voice, Nisey patted the still warm area next to her. “Sit. I’m sure Máister , won’t mind.”
    Watching as Caelan joined Master Yangchi, she shifted. She knew the moment she witnessed him wrap ropes around Anya, her libido was going to go crazy. Mistress Olivia, the woman who’d dragged her away from her first demonstration had said it correctly. “ For some it’s watching a sub get flogged but for you my dear it’s bondage.”
    “I’m Airi.” The girl settled down next to her and jerked her out of her thoughts.
    “Nisey.” She bit down on her tongue as she watched Caelan begin the traditional box tie, weaving the hemp rope over, around and under Anya’s breasts. To her own mind she could feel the brush of the hemp against her skin. Her nipples peaked.
    “You too must be a lover of bondage?” Airi babbled next to her .
    She barely nodded as she watched her Máister finish off the box tie at the base of the woman’s back. Anya turned to present her back to the audience and a low moan forced its way past her throat. Dear lord, his work is impressive. The white hemp crisscrossing Anya’s back was a beautiful contrast to her skin. While it didn’t look painful, Nisey knew from experience how snuggly the roped hugged. So tight . So sensual. Do I look like that when he binds me?
    “So how long have you been with your Master?” Airi was still babbling and beginning to annoy Nisey. She almost