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simple sleeveless black dress she had spent too much on, but which hugged her curves in all the right places. It was lower cut than what she usually wore, but she was going to a BDSM sex club, after all, so why not? Judging from Tony’s appreciative gaze, he approved.
    Tony waved toward the open car door. “After you,” he said. Marissa preceded him into the roomy backseat of the old-fashioned yellow cab.
    “Hey, girlfriend!” Dana, already seated, enthused as Marissa settled herself between the couple. She would have preferred to be on Dana’s other side, rather than separating the pair, but neither of them seemed the slightest perturbed by this.
    As the cab pulled away, Marissa turned to her friend to see what she was wearing, but a light spring coat covered her outfit. Dana’s auburn hair, usually pulled back during the workday, fell in a shiny curtain to her shoulders. Unlike the conservative makeup she wore while practicing law, Dana’s eyes were heavily made up with eyeliner and mascara and her lips were painted a deep, shiny red.
    Dana leaned back against her car door as she appraised Marissa. “I love the dress,” she said. “Though it would look even better without a bra, don’t you agree, Tony?”
    Tony slid his arm over the back of the car seat. “I do indeed. Perhaps a punishment is in order for daring to harness such luscious breasts.”
    Marissa stiffened with embarrassment and felt her face flush. What the hell? Dana might belong to Master Tony, but Marissa sure as hell didn’t. She barely knew the guy! She opened her mouth in protest, but before she could speak, both Dana and Tony laughed, and Dana reached for Marissa’s hand. “We’re just teasing, silly. I’m sorry. You’ll have to forgive our sense of humor.”
    “Yeah,” Tony agreed, still chuckling. “We’re so used to hanging out with other folks into the scene, we sometimes forget to take the tender feelings of newbies into account.”
    “Newbies, huh,” Marissa countered, trying to put a cocky edge into her tone. “So you two do this a lot? Find young innocents to corrupt?”
    “As often as we can,” Dana quipped.
    “Seriously, though,” Tony added. “We do regard it as a kind of sacred duty to help people who are curious about the lifestyle to find their way. There’s a lot of misinformation out there about BDSM. Did you know you can still go to jail or lose custody of your children in some states, just for practicing consensual BDSM sex in the privacy of your own home? Even though BDSM has moved more into the mainstream over the past few years, there’s still a lot of confusion about consensual power exchanges, and the passion and commitment that’s required. Sometimes it seems like we take two steps forward and one step back when it comes to freedom of sexual expression in this country.”
    “You got that right,” Dana added, her tone suddenly dark. “Certain distribution websites that shall remain nameless have even started censoring BDSM erotica, if you can believe it. That’s one reason we love The Power Exchange. It’s a safe place to practice our kink with likeminded people who get it.”
    “I really appreciate your including me tonight,” Marissa said. “Though I’m kind of nervous. I won’t, you know, like, be expected to do anything, will I?”
    Dana laughed and squeezed Marissa’s leg. “Only if you want to.”
    Marissa thought about this as the cab wended its way through city traffic toward the lower west side of Manhattan. A sudden vision of herself naked, her arms extended high over her head, her legs spread and chained to the floor by shackles around her ankles, flashed into her brain. She felt a tingle in her pussy as Master Mark appeared behind her in the video now playing in her overactive imagination. He was holding a heavy flogger, and it cracked against Marissa’s skin with each stinging stroke. He moved closer behind her, nuzzling his mouth against her neck as he reached around with