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admiring it with an expression of lazy cruelty. Susan shivered at the implications of the image, only then realising that the model was Annabella de Vergy herself.
    ‘Do you like it?’ a soft voice purred from just behind her.
    Susan jumped round, already stammering an apology for intruding on Annabella’s privacy.
    ‘No, really, what do you think?’ Annabella insisted. ‘Paulette must see, too. Come in.’
    Susan hesitated, feeling like a fly being coaxed slowly into a spider’s web. Of course, it would be easy to express indifference, or approval at a merely artistic level.
    ‘Are you shocked?’ de Vergy asked, with just a trace of amusement.
    ‘No, no,’ Susan responded automatically and immediately realised that she had fallen right into the trap. She now had a choice of making some stuffy remark and withdrawing with as much grace as possible, or of admitting her true feelings. She decided on the latter. ‘Actually, I think it’s very beautiful.’
    ‘Erotic?’ Annabella continued mercilessly.
    ‘Yes,’ Susan admitted, knowing that if Annabella ordered her to her knees at that second, she would obey without hesitation.
    ‘Paulette?’ Annabella asked.
    ‘Lovely,’ Paulette said. ‘You’ve got a cute pussy.’
    ‘Paulette!’ Susan exclaimed, astonished at the boldness of her friend’s comment.
    ‘Have I, indeed?’ Annabella remarked, taking only a second to recover her poise. ‘May I ask a rather intimate question?’
    ‘Yes,’ Susan answered.
    ‘You two are very intimate,’ de Vergy said evenly. ‘Are you lovers?’
    Susan hesitated for a second, and then nodded.
    ‘In a relationship,’ Annabella said, ‘a truly sexual relationship, in any case, one partner always tends to dominate. Do you not think?’
    ‘Not really, we—’ Susan began, only to be cut off by Annabella.
    ‘With the two of you it is hard to guess which is the dominant,’ she continued. ‘Paulette seems more aggressive, more open; but you, Susan, you have a control, a firmness about you that suggests you might like to be in charge. Overall, though, I’d surmise that you both prefer to be taken charge of. Am I right?’
    ‘I suppose so,’ Susan admitted, feeling deliciously helpless, as if she were already in Annabella’s claws.
    ‘She likes a good spanking,’ Paulette put in, adding to Susan’s humiliation.
    ‘And do you?’ Annabella asked Paulette, to Susan’s delight.
    Susan expected a sulky, contrite admission, much like her own. Instead, Paulette smiled, a mischievous grin that was mirrored in her eyes. Turning, she pulled up her skirt and tugged her panties up between the cheeks of her bottom, displaying the full coffee-coloured globes and the six darker lines that criss-crossed their surface. Susan glanced at Annabella, noticing a flush at her throat.
    ‘Would you like me to add to that?’ de Vergy asked, still cool, for all her obvious excitement.
    Paulette responded positively and eagerly. Susan hung her head and gave a shy nod.
    ‘Come upstairs,’ de Vergy said, her tone anticipating their compliance.
    Susan followed up the steep staircase, hypnotised by Annabella’s slim silk-encased calves. Paulette took her hand, squeezing it and giving her an excited grin when she turned back. They climbed to the attic and then waited while Annabella unlocked a door that evidently led into the extension.
    Susan went in after de Vergy and gazed around. As she had guessed it would be, the room was dedicated to the realisation of Annabella’s fantasies. The walls were scrubbed brick, the single large window covered with a thick blind, tacked around the edges. This enhanced the impression of a cellar or dungeon, the only light coming from a yellow panel, soft and dim. Several complex structures of black iron-work and deep red leather stood against the walls, each clearly intended for the restraint of a victim. A rack of whips, canes and straps stood against one wall, with a long cupboard beneath it that Susan