‘Bend over please,’ he said, flexing his fingers in their smooth cocoons. Kaitlyn draped her torso onto the tabletop, the cold surface sending a chill through her belly and breasts, making her skin rise with fields of goosebumps and quiver in nervous fits. Closing her eyes, Kaitlyn listened with light enthralment as he used plastic bonds to trap the lower reaches of her thighs to the legs of the shortest side. Spreading the limbs wide, the nooses held them firm with a grip that dragged the soft flesh inward and pained her whenever her muscles flexed. The officer took hold of her limp arms and started to steer them behind her back. She gave a tug of resistance, letting him defeat her attempt with his superior strength and allow herself to realise that she was truly helpless to his purpose. The officer applied another hoop and closed it with a chastising yank, trapping her wrists, the bond a dedication of his purpose. ‘Are you sure this is—?’ ‘No talking please,’ he interrupted brusquely, and snapped a fresh set of latex gloves onto his hands… An innocent tourist visiting San Francisco, Kaitlyn discovers a secret world of slavery and dominance hiding behind the city. Seduced into their ranks, she becomes property of a mysterious sect known only as Cabal. Here, the noble members scheme and trade the slaves they accumulate, and any fantasy or whim is instantly recreated. Exploring her submissive nature, Kaitlyn draws the admiration and envy of the slaves, masters and mistresses who come her way, making her a treasured possession whom others fight to acquire and use.
