Originally Kyle felt himself drift to the slave bed room only to drift the other direction to Eric's bed. Eric had trained himself to keep Kyle's spot empty for him, so he climbed into his space. Eric, even asleep, could sense when Kyle is within grasp and grabbed onto him and held him to sleep. Kyle didn't mind, as much as he'll fight himself to say it verbally, he loved lying against Eric as he was quite comfortable and warm to lie against.

"Oh, I forgot to mention this earlier, Jew, tonight is a party."

"A party? What kind of party?" Kyle asked, surprised by the sudden-ness. Eric looked completely calm as he watched Kyle sweep up the living room before he vacuumed, "Remember when I mentioned certain s/m gatherings, parties if you will?"

"You mean the one where masters take one of their slaves to meet other masters and slaves that result in slave swaps and other form of slave abuse for amusement?" Kyle asked, not noticing the awkward look on Eric's face.

"Yeah, that. I was going to take Max since I don't give a fuck what fucks him but the whole kidnapping thing and having to punish him. I can't take him looking the way he does now. Oceane isn't around either, and I already RSVPed and I can't just come alone."

"So you want to take me? What happened to your promise that no one else touches me? That I'm your Jew? And all that other shit?"

"I still mean all that. But uh, for tonight, can you forget all that and do what I say like you're supposed to!?" Kyle laughed when Eric raised his voice. He shook his head, put the broom down, and put his arms lovingly around his neck and keeping his voice smooth, "I hate you. I hate you with the fire of the rising sun. I will hate you all my life. I fucking hate you."

"Uh... think of it this way, you'll meet new people and I get to show you off. Come on, be a good pet and obey me."

"I rather drink bleach." Kyle took his arms away but kept his gaze at Eric, "How about this, I'll go if you answer me a serious question."

"Okay..."

"Are you so fucked up in the head that you've been making your other subs and slaves script you into a strange loyalty to fuel your fucking god complex?!"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes you do! Why are you having them do that!?"

Eric glared, "Mind your business, Kyle. That has nothing to do with you!"

"So it's true, but why?"

"You said you'll go if I answer your question, you got your answer, it's none of your business. You will go to that party with me tonight exactly the way I tell you to dress and you will do exactly what I say! You are my slave, dammit, it's about time you fucking acted like it! You will fuck who ever I tell you to fuck and you will love it! If I decide to fuck a slave, you will not show any sort of jealousy. Don't forget, you are my fiance, we will get married, and we will enjoy this party like I have done several times before."

Kyle's heart sank, Eric meant every word he said. Kyle knew he wasn't going to get a straight answer about what Max told him and Eric was going to make sure Kyle went; even if it resorted to knock out drugs. After a few minutes of silence, Eric mumbled, "You must wear black leather shorts, your cuffs, and your collar. If a slave or sub is seen without a branding tat or a collar, he or she is known as fair play and can be taken away from his or her master no questions asked. I don't see that being a problem for you since your collar cannot be removed. I may or may not answer your question the next time you ask it. I love you, Kyle. I need to lie down."

Kyle waited for Eric to come down stairs before asking him again if the scripting was true. Eric would either walk away or call him a stupid kike and walk away. He couldn't understand why Eric was being so dismissive. If it wasn't true, Eric would have just said that and call whoever said it an asshole.

After showering, Kyle looked at himself in the mirror. While the burns were gone from his punishment, the cuts left white scars all over his body. His auburn hair were thick curls that measured two inches when coiled. Wanting to wear his ushanka, but knowing that he wanted to look good for Eric, he decided not to and that would be the first time in a while that he went without his hat. With a towel wrapped around his waist and cuffs on his wrists and ankles, he walked back to the bedroom and put on the leather shorts. Eric was sleeping peacefully, Kyle went over and traced his lips with his finger, he didn't know why he was doing it and sorta scolded himself for doing so since it seemed so feminine. He moved his fingers away and kissed Eric. At some point, Eric must have felt Kyle touch him that he kissed Kyle back and pulled him on top of him to kiss him deeper. Kyle, of course, spasmed and squirmed around. Eric smirked and broke the kiss, "I love you, Jew. As tempted as I am, I can't dirty you up and have you clean up before the party. I guess we'll just have to wait."

"Then you'll tell me the truth about the scripting?"

"Uh... no."

Eric walked Kyle into a large place by a burnt orange leash to match his collar. He had never seen so many slaves and masters before and had ho idea who he was running into. Eric gave Kyle firm instructions before they left Kyle's car; not giving eye contact to anyone but him, especially when he'd talk to another master, in which he was told to keep his head and gaze down, talking only to other slaves especially with permission, and obeying only and all his orders. Kyle realized that all the slaves were doing the same thing, which made Kyle believe that the orders were meant for all slaves. The building itself was old but really big like it looked like from the outside. It had a large brick walling, which made Kyle think early 20th century while the inside of the house was wallpapered in burgundy, gold, and black, another gothic and late 19th century design. The lights were somewhat dim with candle lights and low lighting lamps, and the decor itself was bondage equipment and 19th century gothic furniture. Eric was given large praise for how well Kyle was obeying from other masters.

"Woah, I wish my slave was as obedient as your's. How long have you had 'em?"

"Uh... a few months, but I've been conditioning and training him basically our whole lives."

"Woah! Ever thought of selling him?"

Kyle gulped, he wanted badly to look at Eric and see his face. Eric shook his head, "Sorry, this Jew slave isn't for sale."

After that being said, the lights became brighter and a woman appeared on a slight stage or balcony in the large living room. The lights pointed towards her. All the masters and mistresses smiled admiringly; Eric included. The woman was older, maybe 50's, with graying blond hair and brown eyes. Kyle whispered softly, "Who's that?"

"Mistress Linore."

Well he confronted... and got shot down. Finally a party. I read several BDSM stories that have BDSM gatherings and parties... and now I write my own.