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up!” The controlled growl beneath Colden’s words warned that a thrashing would be too good for her. And being exiled again—being denied the privilege of sucking his dick was more than she could endure.
    Nodding grimly, Melanee moved toward the open doorway.
    Colden blocked her path. He looked her up and down sneeringly. “The servant’s entrance is in the rear.”
    “Oh.” Having forgotten her place, she reversed her footsteps. She didn’t dare ask what she would be required to do. She’d find out soon enough. Feeling both anxious and excited, she turned and hurried to the back of the house.
    A pebble walkway led to the servant’s entrance. Standing in the doorway was a large and imposing man, dressed in a butler’suniform. He had an abundance of kinky, silvery-gray hair that hung to his shoulders. His brown skin was unlined, youthful and taut—a complete contradiction of hair color that suggested a much older man. Stone-faced, the butler held the door open for Melanee. Ushered into the vestibule, she followed him into the kitchen.
    He pointed to a door that looked as if it might lead to a basement. “Madam wants you to undress in there.” The butler spoke in a pompous and affected manner, as if trying to sound British.
    Who’s Madam?
Melanee wondered, but she didn’t ask. Making inquiries of any type would imply that Melanee was untrained…wayward. And nothing was further from the truth. She was obedient and grateful for the opportunity to serve Colden and wouldn’t dream of offending the gracious hostess.
    Madam was no doubt a prominent member of the private society that Colden belonged to—a group of well-to-do people that gathered together to indulge their darkest and most deviant sexual desires. The man dressed as a butler was most likely Madam’s sexual submissive. She figured that he was costumed as a servant specifically for this occasion.
    Melanee was terrified of where the door might lead, but she’d do anything to please Colden. If he commanded her to descend into the bowels of a dark and torturous dungeon, then she had no choice—she had to do it.
    She was relieved when the butler opened the door to a bright and well-organized pantry. Looking around at the stockpiles of food items, she wondered if she was expected to put on a maid’s uniform and serve during the dinner party.
    She scanned the room but didn’t uncover a uniform or any other articles of clothing. “Where’s my outfit? What does Madam want me to wear?”
    “You won’t be wearing anything. You are required to go au natural.” The butler seemed insulted, as if he alone was worthy of donning a servant’s uniform. With his nose turned up, he left the pantry, closing the door behind him.
    As Melanee disrobed, a thrilling mixture of dread and excitement caused her to shake. She looked around for somewhere to hang her clothes. Finding neither a closet nor hangers, her first thought was to fold and place her clothes on a shelf that held canned goods. She thought better of that idea; Colden might not approve.
    In keeping with her humble position, she tucked her pile of clothing in a corner on the floor—behind a large storage bin—hidden from view. Colden’s friends had sensitive eyes, accustomed to the finer things in life, and Melanee didn’t want to offend the hostess or anyone else with her cheap and wrinkled attire.
    She’d lost so much weight. Would her thin body be offensive? She hoped the group would overlook her current appearance and judge her on her willingness to provide pleasure. As long as she remained in Colden’s good graces, she’d have a healthy appetite. In no time at all, her weight would be back to normal.
    Anxious, Melanee hugged herself as she waited for the adventure to begin.
    The door pushed open, and a shudder rippled through Melanee’s body when the butler walked in. “Madam will see you, now. Follow me.”
    He led her down the corridor; his back and shoulders were erect with self-assurance.