novelxo Chapter 1
Pain or pleasure. In the end it didn’t matter. She craved both.
Anna kept her breaths slow and even, trying to make as little noise as possible. Drawing attention to herself right now would be
like a mouse squeaking in a room full of hungry jungle cats.
The submissive kneeling beside her shifted, wincing a little. Anna’s legs hurt too—they’d been waiting here for over half an hour,
and the concrete was hard against her knees and toes. She wanted to raise her head and look around, but she didn’t dare.
Slaves and submissives knelt in various states of undress in the center of the large open space. Some sat back on their heels,
others were kneeling up, their bodies straight from head to knee. Still others sat cross-legged with their hands laced together
behind their backs.
The Masters and Doms lounged on couches or in chairs along two of the walls. More were in the seating area in the converted
hay loft, leaning forward to look down at the bounty of flesh on the ground floor. Some prowled the edges of kneeling men and
women like predators circling a heard of prey.
They were assembled in the barn, the only space in Las Palmas large enough to house everyone. To outsiders it might seem like
nothing more than an upscale adobe-style barn, built to match the massive, sprawling mansion a hundred yards away. Las
Palmas was a beautiful property north of Los Angeles, named for the twin rows of palm trees that lined the drive and circled the
mansion. The barn was only one of the many outbuildings and, despite its name, was nicer than most people’s homes, with
brushed concrete floors, air conditioning and teak doors on the ten large stalls. It had been built to house finicky purebred
horses, but both the barn and the mansion served a darker purpose.
Wood groaned as the heavy double doors opened. Anna caught her breath and dropped her chin to her chest. She stared at the
top of her own breasts, exposed to just above the nipple by the black corset she wore. Matching stockings, panties and a garter
belt completed her ensemble. Outside Las Palmas the lingerie would have been exciting and racy. Here it was the equivalent of
a t-shirt and jeans.
Footsteps clicked on the concrete—two pairs of boots and a pair of high heels. She’d been a serious submissive for several
years now, and after spending that much time with her head down, she’d become very good at identifying the sound of footsteps.
“Masters, Mistresses, thank you for joining us. Subs, focus on us.”
Anna raised her head. Around her the other subs and slaves shifted to obey, rearranging themselves and focusing their attention
on the three people standing in the center of the assembly.
Master Leo, Mistress Faith and Master Mikel drew the eye and commanded attention. Each was tall and slim. Master Leo and
Mistress Faith wore half masks. Master Mikel did not. He had a narrow, strong face and dark eyes, which regarded the
submissives with a sort of lazy pleasure.
They were the owners of Las Palmas, and overseers of Las Palmas Oscuras—The Dark Palms—the name they’d given to the
exclusive and secretive BDSM club housed on the estate. Referred to simply as Las Palmas, anyone who overheard a member
talking about it and went snooping would find a website detailing the architectural and cultural history of the property.
“We’ve called you here for a very serious reason,” Mistress Faith said, her voice cool and clear. She was in her early fifties and
favored trim, tailored dresses instead of leather pants or latex gloves. She radiated power like a fire gave off heat.
“We’ve become complacent,” Master Leo added. “Each of us has found pleasure and pain, often both, within these walls.”
“And yet,” Master Mikel continued, “we do not push ourselves. Comfort and safety is for the mortals out there.” He threw out one
long arm, his dress shirt pulling back to expose his strong brown wrist. For a moment Anna thought she could see bruises, like
those left by a cuff, but that couldn’t be. “We are gods, gods who are growing lazy and stupid in our complacency.”
Anna’s heartbeat raced. Though the subs and slaves remained still, she saw the Masters and Doms straightening, some who
were seated rising to their feet.
“If you want to play the same games, if you want the safety of the known, then we invite you to leave. The contract you signed
when you joined will remain in effect. Any discussion of who we are or what we do will be met with swift, harsh retribution.”
There were several long minutes of silence. No one moved. Membership at Las Palmas was limited to a very select few—wealth,
beauty and depravity were all required to even be considered. Anna suspected that many of the people in the room were like her
—they didn’t just enjoy this place, they needed it. It soaked up and exercised a darkness within them that otherwise might have
run rampant.
“I warn you,” Mistress Faith said, “the offer will not be made again. By remaining here you consent to the...activity.” The syllables
of the word “activity” rolled from the Mistress’s mouth, as if she’d been savoring them before speaking.
There were a few chuckles, some muttering from the Doms and Masters, but again, no one left.
“Very well,” Master Leo said. “Let’s explain the rules.”
Master Mikel went to the door of the tack room. He wheeled out a large board draped in black cloth, and positioned it against the
wall.
“My friends and companions in debauchery.” There was a hint of amusement in Master Mikel’s voice. “Prepare yourselves.” He
pulled off the cloth.
Four neat rows of silver letters were revealed—the alphabet, A to Z. Anna looked from the board to the overseers and back. She
didn’t understand.
“When you joined us you completed a sex, kink and fetish checklist. Some of you have updated it as your tastes evolved, others
have only one on file.” Master Mikel dropped the drape to the floor.
“Of all the hundreds of delicious sexual things on that list, many of you have only tried a few,” Mistress Faith scolded. “We will no
longer allow that.”
Anna swallowed. What did that mean?
“Each of you has been assigned to a letter, and with it, every kink and fetish in that part of the alphabet.”