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Blogs > SubMonique101 > Katherine's Descent

May 23, 2015  

SubMonique101 68T
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1/2/2022 8:41 pm
May 23, 2015

For the first couple months of the year I settled back into my previous life while burying my life as Kate in the past until one day when I got a call from Mary. She told me that she had taken a job in New York with a new video production house. It her dream job to get into promotions, "I'm sorry I haven't been in touch, but I got offered the position just a couple days after the harem party, and the company flew me back east to get me started right away." I happy for her, hearing the excitement in her voice, and also felt a bit crushed, "I'm my place in Los Angeles, but will be returning from time to time with my job, so I hope we can get together starting with my next visit." I agreed and wanted to hear more details about her new position before she broke in with some surprising news, "I don't know if you heard . . . Mr. Fred . . . arrested for sex trafficing. Word is that a police informant worked the club for the last auction. They busted in less than an hour after you left. Most everybody they were targeting were already gone, so Mr. Fred became the fall guy in the sting." I couldn't help to think that he deserved it for the way he treated me as Mary continued, "Fred skipped the country after the syndicate posted his bail, so you won't be seeing him around here anytime soon."

I needed to know more, "Were you still there when the police arrived?" She told me she got caught up in it, "They interviewed all of the help, but they were mostly after Robert, Paul and Fred. The Prince would have been an added feather in their hat. I just played dumb, and gave them nothing the police could use against anybody." My feelings were mixed, happy she slipped through the cracks, but also sad that she had moved away, "My guess is that's the reason the syndicate has moved almost exclusively to the legitimate side of their businesses model...at least for now, or until their demand a return to live auctions."

We talked a bit more about her new job and I knew it ws the right move for her, "Have you been contacted by anybody lately?" I told her I had not, and explained my relief that I too may have got out of that mess at the perfect time. She had to cut the phone call off all too soon, but her last question lingered in my head for a couple days until I got an unexpected call from Mr. Paul from out of the blue, but since I avoiding a crush of spam calls I gladly allowed it to go straight to the answering machine. I managed to not listen to it for a couple hours before my curiosity got the better of me. Mr. Paul told me the same story I heard from Mary but added, "We might be back in the States in the next few weeks. I know it's been awhile, but I wanted to keep you updated and see if you want to join us once again." I found his offer tempting, but knew it would be better for my sanity to make a clean break from these kinky criminals.

I found myself sliding back into that same mind set of the feeling of being watched if the syndicate were returning to their dark origins. Fortunately, when the call came in to tempt me back with gifts of lingerie and taking my French Maid uniform home after the auction. I only a day away from making my way to LAX for a planned trip to Texas, giving me the perfect excuse. When I finally returned the call Mr. Paul did not sound happy, "Maybe next time." I knew how they worked and they would soon discover that my 'safe-out' . . . a totally legitimate excuse, but deep down I did miss my nights at the auctions as a sub sissy slave serving in a room full of Dom owners seeking their newest cum for their forbidden desires. As I boarded the safety of the Delta jet I wondered if my need to be the slutty cock-craving bondage would ever be totally eradicated from my soul.

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