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happened now?" Even to me, my voice sounded tired and half-angry.
"If I had anyone else to call, Anita, I'd call them, but you're it." He
sounded tired and angry, too. Great.
"Where's Elizabeth? She was supposed to be riding herd on Nathaniel
tonight." I'd finally agreed that Nathaniel could start going out to the
dominance and submission clubs if he was accompanied by Elizabeth and at least
one other wereleopard. Tonight it had been Gregory riding shotgun, but without
Elizabeth, Gregory wasn't dominant enough to keep Nathaniel safe. A normal
submissive would have been safe in one of the clubs with someone there to
simply say, "no thanks, we'll pass." But Nathaniel was one of those rare subs
who are almost incapable of saying no, and there had been hints made that his
idea of pain and sex could be very extreme. Which meant that he might say yes
to things that were very, very bad for him. Wereanimals can take a lot of
injury and not be permanently damaged, but there is a limit. A healthy bottom
will say stopwhen he's had too much or he feels something bad happening, but
Nathaniel wasn't that healthy. So he had keepers with him to make sure no one
really bad got ahold of him. But it was more than that. A good dominant trusts
his sub to say whenbefore the damage is too great. The dom trusts the sub to
know his own body and have enough self-preservation to call out before he is
in past what his body can take. Nathaniel did not come with that safety
feature, which meant a dominant with the best of intentions could end up
hurting him badly before realizing Nathaniel wouldn't help himself.
I actually had accompanied Nathaniel a few times. As his Nimir-ra it was
sort of my job to interview prospective ... keepers. I'd gone prepared for the
clubs to be one of the lower circles of hell and had been pleasantly shocked.
I'd had more trouble with sexual propositions in a normal bar on a Saturday
night. In the clubs everyone was very careful not to impose on you or to be
seen as pushy. It was a small community, and if you got a reputation for being
obnoxious, you could find yourself blacklisted, with no one to play with. I'd
found the people in the scene were polite, and once you made it clear you were
not there to play, no one bothered you, except tourists. Tourists were posers,
people not really into the scene, who liked to dress up and frequent the
clubs. They didn't know the rules, and hadn't bothered to ask. They probably
thought a woman who would come to a place like this would do anything. I'd
persuaded them differently. But I'd had to stop going with Nathaniel. The
other wereleopards said I gave off so much dominant vibe that no dominant
would ever approach Nathaniel while I was with him. Though we'd had offers for
menages a trois of every description. I felt like I needed a button that said,
"No, I don't want to have a bondage three-way with you, thanks for asking,
though."
Elizabeth had supposedly been dominant, but not too much to take Nathaniel
out and try to pick him up a ... date.
"Elizabeth left," Gregory said.
"Without Nathaniel?" I made it a question.
"Yes."
"Well, that just fries my bacon," I said.
"What?" he asked.
"I'm angry with Elizabeth."
"It gets better," he said.
"How much better can it be, Gregory? You all assured me that these clubs