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  She turned to see Wynter approaching with a tray laden with champagne and Locke's favorite soft flogger. Locke took both a champagne flute and the flogger, then turned back to Lexi, who licked her lips. Locke smiled and held the champagne so Lexi could take a slow sip, then took one herself.

  "Does the flogger frighten you, pet?" Locke asked.

  Lexi shook her head and lowered her eyes. "A little Mistress."

  Locke ran the strands of leather over Lexi's bare midriff, making the taller woman shiver against the restraints.

  "Wynter," she said. "Help our friend undress, but leave her panties, for now."

  Wynter grinned and drew a knife from the sheath at his back. Lexi's eyes widened and Locke placed a hand on Wynter's arm.

  "Lexi, my sweet, I promise you no blood will be spilled without your consent. I cannot say your clothes get the same promise. Proceed, Wynter."

  Wynter licked the silvered blade and stepped close, trailing it between Lexi's breasts before cutting through the delicate straps that held her top in place. The chain and leather bra slipped to the floor, revealing her full and perfect breasts. Lexi gasped in surprise and pulled on her restrains, but was held fast. Locke moved beside Wynter and sipped from her glass. "You are a beautiful creature, Lexi. Wynter, I would like to see the rest."

  Wynter licked his lips and flourished the blade, making Lexi flinch away. "So would I."

  He slipped the blade down Lexi's back and she arched away with a frightened whimper. Locke placed a gentle palm on Lexi's belly and held her fast.

  "Be still, pet, lest Wynter hurt you!"

  Lexi quieted down and Wynter finished removing her skirt, leaving her in nothing but thin panties, stockings and boots. When he was done, Wynter slapped her ass and sheathed his blade.

  "She's all yours, Madame Locke."

  Locke grinned and exchanged the gentle suede flogger for a stiffer riding crop. "This is going to be fun."

  2

  Jena knelt on her pillow with her hands to either side of her knees. She was trembling with excitement watching Locke play with the newcomer. Jena's favorite games were those they played in their private sanctum, but her second favorite were public events with new people. She felt safe in Locke's hand. Playmates were also safe, the club insisted on safe-sex and everyone had to present a recent medical card showing a clean bill of health. No one with STD's, heart conditions or serious medical issues got past the bouncers.

  The music changed to a heavier beat and Jena raised her head enough she could see what was going on. She was permitted to watch, it made her excited and Locke liked how she responded. The tall goddess on the cross was something special, with her beautiful skin and long, shimmering hair. She was almost naked, now, and Jena could see that Lexi was transgender. Though she had never been with anyone not cisgender, she was excited at the prospect. Women came in all shapes, sizes and genitalia, this was just a new experience. She licked her lips and tried not to moan. She could feel the wetness in her crotch and wished she could touch herself, but that was forbidden.

  Just a few feet away, Locke was using the crop on Lexi, who was whimpering and moaning in her restraints. Jena bit her lip in sympathy. Locke was a veritable wizard with the crop, able to leave stinging impacts without causing permanent damage. Jena had once experienced an orgasm from nothing but the crop against her sex.

  Locke turned and approached Jena, who lowered her eyes. She saw the toes of Locke's boots then felt the first sting, a biting pain on her left shoulder that soon faded to a point of pleasure beneath the confining latex. Jena fought the urge to move and cry out as the crop moved across her back and then down the outer curve of each breast. Within moments she was breathing hard, her breasts heaving against her corset.

  "Look at me, Kitten," Locke ordered.

  Jena raised her eyes and looked up at her Goddess, the woman she would die for. Locke smiled and leaned down, where Jena kissed her ever so softly, a mere brushing of lips that said, "I'm okay."

  "Kitten, crawl to Lexi and stay ass-up. I want everyone to see you," Locke ordered.

  Jena leaned forward and began to crawl, a slow movement that was cat-like and sensual, complete with a twitch of her ass as if she had a tail. When she reached the spot between Lexi's boots she looked up and moaned. Poor Lexi was sweating and twitching, deep in sub-space from Locke's attention. Her arousal dripped through her panties and ran down one thigh, forming a small puddle on the floor that smelled like honey to Jena.

  The crop fell hard on her ass and she almost jumped, she hadn't heard Locke behind her.

  "I didn't give you permission to raise your eyes, Kitten."

  Jena lowered her head and stared at the puddle just a few inches from her nose. She knew any other reply would result in punishment, and she would rather play with the beauty before her.

  Another impact caused her to whimper, then she felt the zipper that covered her sex and ass opening. The cold air on her freed sex was torture, it was both delicious and painful, making her moan loud enough that the watching, horny crowd laughed in response.

  "My Kitten is wet and ready," Locke said. Jena could hear the pride in her voice.

  "Do you like your playmate, Jena?" Locke asked.

  Jena didn't raise her eyes. "Yes, Mistress. Very much."

  The crop stung again, the tender spot between vagina and asshole. Jena squeaked in surprise, but held her place.

  "Most nights, I wouldn't care, but tonight is special. I chose Lexi, my gift to my Kitten. Kneel!"

  Obediently, Jena straightened until she was kneeling with her thighs spread, palms up. From this position she could see the small erection beneath Lexi's panties. Locke approached and locked Jena's hands to the cross on either side of Lexi's thighs, making it impossible for her to pull away, even if she wanted to. Locke then tore off Lexi's panties, revealing a small, stiffening erection.

  "Please her with your mouth, Kitten," Locke ordered.

  Jena licked her lips, this was a dream come true, a special gift from Locke and she intended to savor the moment. She lowered her mouth and kissed Lexi's cock ever so gently, then licked, tasting the head and the dribble from its tip. Above her, Lexi let a soft moan escaped between her teeth. Jena grinned and nuzzled Lexi's beautiful erection before taking it in her mouth. It tasted different, sweeter than the men she'd been with. She could smell the lotion that Lexi had applied and taste a subtle hint of honey that just made her want more. Her tongue swirled around the treat in her mouth and she raised her head, a slow and steady motion she knew Lexi would find pleasing. She kissed the head of Lexi's cock then lowered her mouth again, savoring the sweet taste and silken texture on her tongue.

  "Good girl, Kitten," Locke said behind her. "But this is not your only surprise. Do not stop and don't dare let Lexi cum without my permission."

  Jena whimpered and nodded slightly. She wanted to taste Lexi's sweetness, she was anticipating something delicious just like the goddess she was playing with, but to disobey would mean punishment. She ran her teeth ever so gently across Lexi's skin then began to kiss and nuzzle her cock. Lexi groaned with pleasure and struggled, her desire to fuck Jena's mouth plain. Jena took Lexi back in her mouth and let Lexi take her, but only for a few moments before disengaging and licking the underside of Lexi's erection, along the thin line of flesh as far as she could reach before rising again to look up at her new lover. Lexi looked back, her beautiful eyes full of lust and pleasure.

  Without warning, Locke yanked Jena's hair, making her look up. Locke was above her, her lips wet, her eyes bright with excitement. Before Jena could move, Locke kissed her with so much passion Jena almost cried out in surprise and lust. She was stopped by her own iron will and Locke's tongue dancing along her teeth. When the kiss parted, Locke picked up a small black velvet box and turned to their onlookers.

  "Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, I make it official."

  There was a click from the box and Jena could hear the sounds of admiration, but she couldn't see what
was happening. Once everyone had seen what was in the box, Locke turned back. A flash of amusement crossed her face and she picked up her crop.

  "Kitten, I don't believe I told you to stop."

  Jena blinked and took Lexi back in her mouth so fast Lexi winced in pain from the sudden heat. A beat later she felt the delicious sting of the crop on her shoulders, back and bare sex. The encouragement made her move faster and she felt Lexi swelling in her mouth, tasted a few drops of banana-sweet cum. She remembered her instructions and slowed, using pressure from her lips to pull Lexi back from the brink. Lexi gasped and struggled, moaning with desire and frustration, her skin beaded with sweat. Jena almost, felt sorry for her. Almost. Lexi had already been cropped and had a sub-space orgasm, now it was her turn.

  The thought made her exposed sex quiver and she knew it looked inviting to the guests, who could see every inch of her. A wave of humiliation hit her as she realized not only could her friends see her, anyone walking by would. The St. Andrews was new and placed directly in front of the steps. Goddess knew who was looking at her snatch.

  She pushed the thought away, the exposure was part of what she loved about being with Locke. Mistress had taken her from a quiet, shy woman and turned her into Kitten, someone who enjoyed all that life had to offer, someone who could find pleasure even in pain. Jena smiled to herself and returned her attention to Lexi's cock. It had been long enough, surely Locke would let the poor woman cum soon.

  Jena began to bob her head while her tongue started a dance like none other, swirling around Lexi's cock like a maddened snake. Within seconds she was again on the brink of a gushing orgasm. Jena could taste it on her tongue, so delicious she desperately wanted to taste all of it, to swallow it down and beg for more.

  She was still working, anticipating the order when she felt Locke's breath in her ear. "I want you to marry me, Kitten."

  Jena choked and gagged on Lexi's erection, unable to believe what Locke had just said. A moment later she felt a ring slip onto her left ring finger. Feelings of joy cascaded through her mind and she struggled to see the ring without taking Lexi's cock out of her mouth. Her cuffs prevented her from seeing much, but she could tell it was heavy and there was a large black stone in the middle.

  "Make Lexi cum, pet."

  Jena groaned with excitement and lifted her head until all she could taste was the head of Lexi's cock. She looked up and met Lexi's eyes then lightly nipped the flesh in her mouth. Lexi blinked in surprise then through her head back as her orgasm exploded through her.

  Jena squealed with delight as her mouth was filled with the sweetest cream she'd ever tasted. She swallowed and licked Lexi clean while the crowd behind her applauded and shouted their congratulations. When she was through, Jena sat back on her heels hoping she would catch a glimpse of the ring.

  Locke stroked her hair with one gloved hand. "Well done, my Kitten. I don't think Lexi has ever been quite so entertained."

  She straightened and uncuffed Jena from the cross. Jena resumed her kneeling position and looked up at her Mistress, never happier or more excited. "Thank you, Mistress."

  Locke smiled. "It is a special occasion, I will forgive you looking in my eyes, Kitten."

  Jena turned her eyes back to the floor. "Apologies, Mistress−"

  "None are needed this night, my love. Return to your place, where you may see your ring."

  Jena crawled as slowly and sensuously as she had before and resumed her place. She was so wet, honey was pouring from her, making the pillow slick. But that was the least of her concerns. She raised her hand and admired the ring on her finger. It was made of platinum with a black heart surrounded by diamonds. No ring like this was ever mass-produced and sold at the mall, this was a special order made by a master.

  She looked up at Locke and beamed. Locke smiled back and Jena could tell she was relieved Jena liked the ring. It was no question the answer was yes. Jena would have followed Locke to hell if she but asked.

  Locke helped Lexi down from the cross and gestured to one of the Caretakers, people the club paid to clean up submissives and help them come to their senses after an intense orgasm. Though most clubs forbade sexual contact, genital intercourse wasn't the only way to achieve that form of bliss and it happened more often than the Vanilla Public knew. This Caretaker, a man named Joshua, picked Lexi up with ease and carried her away without a backward glance. Jena knew her new friend was in good hands, Joshua was one of the best.

  Locke resumed her seat and stroked Jena's hair. "Thank you, my friends, for sharing this with us. I am so very proud Jena has agreed to be my wife. The floor is yours."

  The guests applauded again, then paired up and began to make use of the private equipment. Jena leaned against Locke's leg and watched them play, her arousal rising with theirs.

  "Are you happy, Jena?" Locke murmured.

  Jena kissed Locke's knee. "I am, my Mistress. My love."

  Locke pulled her hair, forcing her from her knees and onto the throne, where she fell into Locke's lap. Locke kissed her, a hard and passionate thing that left Jena's lips swollen with desire and pain. It was the first of many that trailed into the evening and left Jena unsatisfied and wet, without release.

  3

  Locke woke to a gentle knock on the door and disengaged herself from the sticky mess that was Jena. Their lovemaking had continued well into the night and early morning, though she had declined to allow Jena an orgasm. It was more fun to watch her pet squirm and suffer while her honey ran down her leg and pooled in her boot. A champagne bottle rolled off the bed and fell to the floor with a thunk, eliciting another round of soft knocking. Locke slid out of bed, pulled a robe of black satin over her shoulders and approached the door.

  "This had better be good!" she snapped as she pulled open the door.

  One of the staff, a blonde girl named Shelley, stood there in her maid's uniform. Her eyes were wide and her breasts were heaving above her corset. "Apologies, Ms. Locke, there are some men here to see you and Dr. Watson," she said.

  Locke arched an eyebrow. "What men?"

  Shelley swallowed. "Police, ma'am."

  "What do the police want? Has there been a problem at the club?"

  "They wouldn't say, ma'am," Shelley said.

  Locke sighed. "Okay. Get Jena dressed, I will dress myself."

  Twenty minutes later, dressed in matching low-cut pantsuits and collars, Locke led Jena to her office located on the first floor. She rarely used it since opening the club, but she kept it open and available in case she needed to keep her hand in or something interesting caught her eye. The door with its frosted glass and 'Holmes Investigation' logo was open and she could see two uniformed officers standing beside a rumpled-looking man in a suit.

  "Detective Bishop, it’s been a long time," she said, entering.

  "It has, Locke. I know you're retired, but it concerns you," Bishop said. He smiled when Jena entered and touched his forelock. "Dr. Watson, I didn't expect to see you here."

  Jena smiled back and perched on the corner of the desk. "I thought police were trained to expect the unexpected, Detective."

  The office was large and, unlike the house, cluttered. Souvenirs from Locke's decade in the Military Police and lucrative private investigation firm covered the walls, from a box of medals to a briar pipe and deerstalker hat, gag gifts from the Las Vegas police department. All of the furniture was old and British made, some even taken from the home of Sir Doyle himself, and very well cared for, while the walls were of heavy paneling that dampened sound. Most clients insisted on discretion.

  Locke sat behind the wide desk and patted Jena's knee. "Dr. Watson and I are recently engaged. I would have thought a detective of your caliber would have at least noticed the rings on our fingers."

  Bishop coughed. "Of course I did, I just didn't want to comment." He sat and fumbled in his pockets. "I'm here because−"

  "You're here because someone is dead, Detective. Your urgency and the presence of two officers with
crime scene photographs and evidence bags makes that clear," Locke said.

  "Right, um…"

  He glanced at the officers, who placed their burdens on the desk. "Do you know Alexander Greene?"

  Locke nodded. "I do. He was a client, until a few months ago."

  Bishop's ears reddened. "When you say client, do you mean…?"

  Jena smiled. "In the club, David. He is a dominant, though not a particularly good one."

  Locke steepled her fingers. "We had a falling out, his tastes tended toward true sadism over sensuality. That is not what Baker Street is about. But you already know that, don't you, Detective?"

  Bishop fumbled with his paperwork. "Not exactly. Mr. Greene is missing, I was hoping you might help us find him."

  Locke exchanged glances with Jena, who frowned. "You think he killed someone. Who?"

  "His son," one of the officers turned over the photos. A naked figure covered in blood was central to the images, and it was clear the victim was no one's son.

  "Lexi!" Jena breathed.

  She picked up the photos and thumbed through them. "Locke, it's Lexi!"

  The officer nodded. "Alexander Greene Jr., Mr. Greene's youngest son."

  "Daughter, you mean," Jena said.

  The officer smirked. "Not hardly."

  "Detective, if you wish my help, take this man away," Locke snarled.

  "Beg pardon?" Bishop asked.

  "Lexi was not any man's son. She was as female as I, and I will not tolerate his bigoted remarks. The dead deserve the same respect as the living."

  "But−"

  Locke stood. "You may leave. All of you. Jena and I will handle this on our own."

  "Now wait a minute, Holmes, this is a police matter! Officer Gerard, please wait outside," Bishop said.

  Gerard looked angry, but did as he was ordered. When he was gone, Locke resumed her seat. "The idea that male and female is determined only by genitalia is absurd, and I suspect Lexi's sexuality is central to this case. Or you wouldn't be here."