To say the streets in Seattle are steep is to say tornados sort of spin around a little. The streets near Columbia Center are the rule for Seattle not the exception, which is to say they are really fucking hilly. The ups and downs are brake burners and they scared the hell out of Eddie as he drove.

John Marshall was fuming more aggressively than his normal smolder. His office was a showcase of his combative nature. Every spare inch of shelf space was resplendent in the accoutrements of conflict and that calmed him and fueled his rage in the same turn.

Victoria’s rib cage constricted around her lungs as she pushed through the front door of the club. She was instantly assaulted by saw dust, stripped wire casing, and discarded fast food bags littering her club. Even the progress on the rebuild didn’t calm her. It felt like things in her life were really getting out of control and deep in her head she so hated to be out of control. She couldn’t admit it to herself but she had a control freak inside.

Sara had lived in Seattle before and knew that corporate coffee stores in Seattle are more prevalent than homeless people.  Other shops almost tagged along as afterthoughts to the coffee commerce.  Tourists could wander down any major street and buy a single shot of espresso, start drinking the shot at the door and be able to step into another coffee store before they could finish the first shot.  As often as not, following this pattern, a stoic drinker would find the third or forth coffee store down the block would be owned by the same company that provided the first shot.

Robert slid his chair closer to his desk and tried to concentrate on the club’s web page. Not long ago, he had been able to easily cut and paste even the most graphic images and text without the slightest twinge of sexual desire. One of the reasons he had taken this job was that bondage and its assorted sexy sisters had no real interest to him. It was a job and nothing more. Frankly, he would have had a harder time doing a web site for his personal hobby of motorcycles.

Eddie couldn’t be more content that he and Sara both shared a lack of commitment to culinary excellence. A white and red bag of Chic-fil-A, Eddie called it, chicken fries, sat crumpled and tired after the power eating fest the couple had undertaken post sex. It couldn’t get lots better than this, thought the fully sated man. He had even just heard a small burp from Sara, after she had finished a decidedly unladylike sized slug of soda. Sara had actually taken such a large drink, that he had, by habit nearly gotten up to give her a Candy squeeze. While it had been beneficial to let Candy pop off the planet, he had no intention of letting this perfect woman follow the same path. Candy could let the drink kill her, but Eddie would go to the end of the planet to save Sara. The moment of near PTSD awareness shook Eddie to his core. Jesus Christ. He was in love and he loved the thought. He reveled in it, in her beauty, in their near prefect compatibility.

Cars of all types, filled with a few singles, mostly couples and a few brave groups, slowed along Pike street, near Seventh Avenue looking for either parking or assurance that even if they had found the right address, that they were still in the right place.

Babeland, a prominent, high end, sex toy store, had an acclaimed reputation for putting on sex workshops for the experienced as well as the uninitiated. The store took great care to entice those who trolled the streets wondering if they were the kind of people who would attend this type of event.

That tiny seed was fertilized by Eddie’s feeling that everyone could read the existence of his new kinky lifestyle. He could still feel the marks from her whip and other extreme treatments, but more to the point, for today, well, this was the first time he had murdered a man with his own hands and he was sure that somehow that must show as he wandered through a grocery store picking up cereal. He watched Sara read the ingredients of a new type of soup, just like she had done this a hundred times; murder, then soup reading; choke someone; oops too many carbs in the soup. He

For a man, who was firmly tied in a chair, wearing a woman’s panties and bra and had a ball gag in his mouth, things were going remarkably well for Eddie. By late afternoon, he had even gotten over his total fear of being blindfolded and bound.

John Marshall sat, infuriated at his over sized desk, in his not so governmentally appointed office. Opulence wasn’t allowed but that didn’t mean that position didn’t have its benefits. For instance, his chair was the same or better than the ones those god damned federal judges sat their judgmental, liberal asses on.

Victoria found herself consistently enchanted with Seattle whenever she had the opportunity to spend a late evening gazing out of her living room windows at the twinkling lights of the Alki district of Seattle. In all the time she had lived in this apartment, since the divorce, she had never gone to the tiny coastal crescent of night lights, an illuminated oasis of hope. Every other community in the discontiguous suburbs of Puget Sound was fair game, but she desperately needed Alki to remain a twinkling dreamland.

Eddie lay on his back, completely stunned. Aside from the carnage of the bed sheets, Sara’s bedroom was a study in simplicity. The bed was a sturdy four post affair; firm and plush. The mattress was clearly the most expensive furniture in the room. Sara had explained that sleep was the most important thing she did at the apartment and an expensive bed was worth the price. Eddie didn’t care. He had just had the best sex of his life. It could have been on a wood floor and on nails.

The note had come to Power Exchange from Sara, as she causally typed on her portable computer.  Power Exchange’s web page covered part of her large monitor.  Sara was hoping to catch more of Eddie’s activities and see if he was the type to cheat on her.  Fucking others with permission was entirely different than hunting other lovers and Sara, while open to opportunity and still on the hunt, was very possessive.  She had been imagining and wondering how far Eddie would go to please her if she gave him everything he ever wanted when Sara felt a tingle in her head.  On the web site for Power Exchange Victoria’s picture opened.  Sara stared and concentrated until it finally came to her.  A wide smile grew on her face and she said to the picture, “Hey beautiful, I know you.”

Robert and Victoria sat in his office.  The desk was covered in paperwork and computer systems hummed in the back ground as Victoria spun lazy circles on an office chair.  Robert typed and clicked on the system.    
 
He glanced over at Victoria and said, “I’ll have the web page functional in the next day or [...]

John Marshall sat on a bench on the waterfront of Seattle’s Pike Place Market.  He couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t pissed.  Even when he had something that worked out his way, John could easily find a reason to gravitate towards hostility.  It was such an effective way to manage the fucking idiots who [...]

Eddie thought it was cool how big tits could look on a large screen TV.  It didn’t hurt that it was a plasma television.  They looked better than real.  Perfect D cups turned into G cups.   God they were monstrous and you could see every jiggle and goose bump on hard pointing nipples.  The chick [...]

Bill stood in his boxers and wife beater shirt.  He wore it because it was part of the physical presence he liked to use on Abby.  He still wasn’t happy from the last visit to the therapist.  He wasn’t happy about Abby’s current attitude, hell, he wasn’t happy about much and these in house rape [...]

Parking around the Power Exchange club was tighter than usual even though this was a Saturday night party.  The club had been running full tilt for at least an hour and Victoria was late.  
 
Members kept their eyes on the big blue neon sign "MEMBERS ONLY".  It was time for the scheduled release of the [...]

 If there was such a thing as a “normal” sex and fetish club, Power Exchange wasn’t it.  Victoria had seen more than her unfair share of sex establishments and she worked hard to make sure hers was something above and beyond.  Power Exchange was a full service, high class, meeting, greeting, and sometimes play place [...]

Eddie’s living room was mostly unchanged from when Candy died at his feet. Soda still stained the carpet in a long-term tribute to Eddie’s hatred of cleaning and Candy’s final breath.  The few changes in the room were paid for with the surprise insurance payment; the largest and most expensive was a fifty-inch plasma television [...]

It was, to any eye, an odd threesome; the two patients and their therapist.  Bill Susman sat and glowered at his pathetic luck in life.  He realized that he was a touch too slick and not quite handsome enough.  He was just a middle-aged insurance salesman in the waning days of his ability to stand [...]

Eddie stepped into only the second Barnes and Nobel bookstore of his life. Before Candy’s death, the closest he came to bookstores had been the small, mall based booksellers. Even then, he only went in to get calendars for Christmas, or pick up soft-core porn magazines when he couldn’t sneak out to the [...]

The morning mist had followed Victoria down to the wharf in Seattle. The Pike Street Market drew crowds of travelers along with throngs of cash-card carrying middleclass, high dollar shoppers that lived within even the furthest reasonable commute. Plunked down in the middle of the market is where the DNA of Starbucks wallows in [...]

Eddie had to ask around plenty to find a busy attorney who wouldn’t have much time for him and this guy fit the bill perfectly.  The office had one other lawyer even though the name on the door said, Johnson and Associates; the receptionist’s desk was piled with files, and the guy behind the desk [...]

Eddie glowered back and said, “Slow down or you’ll choke and I don’t want to have to get up to save you again.”
Candy took a seat and stared at the television casting a disapproving eye at the tramps tossing their lives open for a few minutes of celebrity.  She said, “Don’t bother saving me.  It [...]

Sara needed a man who was devoted to her and who treated her like she deserved to be treated; something most women would understand.  She didn’t want them attracted to her beauty or her money, so she began the process to make her way to her least alluring self.  She carefully undid her makeup and [...]

The lights of Downtown Seattle twinkled through the expansive glass front window of Victoria…

Clump. Clump. Clump. He could hear her shoes, always those goddamned shoes.

The lights in Victoria Duncan’s apartment flickered as the tempestuous storm slashed across the sound…

The first moments of her return to Seattle were Sara Cage’s worst, at least until the murder. After what had happened the last time she had been in the Emerald City, she’d had her doubts about venturing back. But, Seattle felt like her destiny, like she had left something important undone.
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In the coffee dark fetish scene of Seattle, lives collide in the twisted and fast paced world of submission, domination and private justice. The collisions accelerate for those in orbit around two strong women; one a protector, one a hunter. Victoria Duncan, her law enforcement career crushed by her ambitious ex-husband, faithfully serves and protects [...]