Her Public Baby 3

What if the woman who owns you decided a hotel suite was far too small a stage, and gave you to the whole city for one long weekend? Evan already belongs to Serena. So when a tall stranger with a sleek platinum bob walks in without waiting to be invited, he has no idea what is coming. Her name is Clara, Serena calls her an instructor, and within minutes she has pulled a pale pink dress with puffed sleeves from his locked suitcase, added stockings, glossy white shoes and a small silk apron, and told him he is still hiding. Serena clips the soft leather leash to his collar, and the three of them walk the busiest street in the city to dinner for three at a table in the center of the room, where Serena orders for him without asking and Clara checks under his skirt between courses. The night only gets brighter. Clara has him drink a sweet little bottle on a street corner, and Serena sends him into a club alone for his debut. Then Clara guides his hips on a low platform and tells him to let go while he dances. That's my good girl, she whispers. A woman on the platform produces a pink satin sash that reads BABY DOLL, Clara ties it across his chest, and a plastic tiara is slipped into his hair. Behind a violet door, a hushed salon teaches him posture, breath and one simple curtsy as Serena tells the room he belongs to her and to her standard. Daylight brings a sunlit café table, a blush pink jacket from a boutique, and an open house at the City Kink Collective. Then come the rooms where watching turns into touching. In the viewing room Clara lets his skirt fall away. Lana, all dark curls and hunger, cannot keep her hands off him and leads him behind the vendor tents. And in the VIP room a smirking brat in lilac slips him a secret with a remote, turning every endurance test Serena sets into a battle he keeps losing, from a boutique show window to a stage where the crowd chants and a newcomer named Lila brings her own toy backstage. Every failure earns a bigger audience, and every audience leaves him more Serena's than before. By the end he is crawling to her through a parted crowd, and she is promising that tomorrow they start again. Then comes the last walk. Under the streetlamps, with Clara framing him and the brat fussing over his ribbons, Serena clips a heart-shaped rose gold tag to his collar and gives him the name strangers will remember. Dolly. He chooses two faces in the crowd to meet, returns his eyes to his Mistress each time, and discovers that being seen no longer swallows him. The next morning a slim folder lands on the breakfast table with the name of a private rooftop venue and five nights by invitation only. How far will the city let Serena take her Dolly? Readers who love commanding women, frilly petticoats, leashes and strangers who cannot look away will find a weekend they will want to relive.