Hayward Engels
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The Ray Engel's parties in Los Angeles were always well attended by the professional Doms and subs (and those people that wanted to see what we looked like).
Candy and I had loaded up two car loads of people and had driven to Los Angeles to attend one of these parties.
She was attending as my slave, so she was dressed accordingly: short dress, high-heels and a collar and leash. There were several hundred people at this event, and we had been making the rounds, talking to people who were BackDrop members, and/or people that wanted to know more about us, the club, and our lifestyle.
I was talking to one couple and Candy was behind me, facing away, talking to a young lady. Since I had the other end of her leash, I knew she was safe and nearby. During the Candy/lady conversation, I hear my name mentioned, so began half-listening into the conversation.
The lady starts telling Candy that she had visited BackDrop in Hayward. OK, but I don't recognize her.
The lady says she had been collared by Master Robin, I look at the lady, OK, but I still don't recognize her.
The lady says that the last time she visited Master Robin, things went really bad and that she was nearly raped. Not OK. I start to say something, but Candy waves me off with her eyes. OK, but ....
The lady says that she quite literally had to climb out the bathroom and run away to avoid a sexual confrontation with Master Robin. REALLY NOT OK, but again Candy waves me off with her eyes. OK, but ....
At this point in time, I feel I really need to intervene, but again Candy waves me off with her eyes. OK, but ....
Candy asks the lady if she is attending the party alone. She responds in the affirmative.
By now, I have removed myself from the couples' conversation and am facing the lady. I take a more comprehensive look, and I still don't recognize her. Candy says to the lady, "Let me introduce you to my Master, Master Robin of BackDrop in Hayward, California."
The lady looks at me, and then to Candy, and then back to me. Without saying another word, the lady retrieves her coat and leaves the party.
When I ask Candy about the conversation, she said that while talking to the lady she had made a different claim that Candy knew was absolutely untrue. (I never did find out what THAT statement was.) Later, talking to Candy, she said that it was fun.
"What was fun about that?"
"When someone is digging themselves into a hole, I enjoy handing them a bigger shovel!"
Moral to the story:
- It just goes to show that even inside the sweetest, most loveable lady there is a little streak of Sadism (if only psychological).
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