![]() ![]() ![]() Where before she had never imagined sexuality beyond her rather plain tastes, her mind had been filled with a catalog of possibilities. She was able to identify, now, masters and mistresses and subs and slaves, her observations translated by internet searches. She had seen the usual bondage and men and woman collared and led by chains, she had seen tongues worshiping bare heels, bodies clad in latex and leather, sometimes decorated only by tattoos and piercings. While the city had a couple of clubs that catered to the more elaborate sexualities of its citizens, The Dark Side was the place where it was done in the open, its migrations from one building to another and even the occasional home made it beyond the reach of anyone but the most daring.įor a week, Rachel prowled clubs she would never have imagined entering, and each excursion left her with a new revelation of the kinks which humanity had invented for itself. It was a rumor to most people, or never heard of at all if you lived your life outside of the circle Rachel now found herself in. The Dark Side was not a standalone building, a place with a sign on the door or a number you could call. ![]() Wherever the eye turned, some sort of fetish or unexpected depravity was playing out, but there was no room for second-hand smoke. It was ironic, Rachel thought, that a place like The Dark Side did not allow smoking. THE STABLE GAMES: THE STABLE GAMES PART THREEįirst Edition. ![]()
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