"Ready for lunch?"Sarah turned to see Nicole setting plates of sandwiches on the dining table. It was a step up from the living room and adjacent to t...e kitchen. Both had the same view of San Francisco Bay.They ate, and drank their tea in silence for several minutes, each lost in thought."So what now?" What now? What?"Sarah smiled at her daughter, knowing she was quizzing her about her plans. She was not going back to Madison and Trasker. That was foregone conclusion when Greg Modine had been. " he spoke as he nodded."If you agree to sign this, you are my slave until I decide otherwise.You will do everything I say. You will be determined to be my absolutebest slave." I smiled as I looked over the paper. A contract. All itstated was, 'I agree to be Mistress Dyvia's property and obey all herinstructions and rules indefinitely or until she releases me. Signed:' Alarge empty space followed the word 'signed.' I then thought that it wasimportant to add in another bit, "This is not legally. The lace of Lily’s thong was starting to irritate my pussy as I became more turned on, and I contemplated taking it off inside the toilets of the club. “Come on, Emma! We’re in!” The sound of Lily’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I caught up to her just as she was descending a set of black stairs, lined with twinkling lights. The walls were painted black over the original stone, dotted here and there with pictures of exotic cocktails, and more bizarrely, a feature of shot glasses that. ”Ryan pulled the ladder over so it was under the eyelet he’d installed earlier. In a flurry of activity, Elsa reached under the cover on one box and passed him a leather strap with a large carabiner on the end. He went up the ladder and hooked up the device, and let it unfurl.Cindy started the applause. She screamed, “Oh, fabulous. It’s a sex swing. We can all get fucked in the sex swing.” Ryan moved the ladder away and made some minor adjustments to the straps.Elsa said, “Let me be the first.