Imagine if you will, an open, luxurious office space about twenty feet wide and forty feet deep.<br/>The lighting here was subdued, coming from many small ambient lights strategically placed throughout the room.<br/>The floor and walls are made of a black marble, polished to that of a mirrored sheen.<br/>The couches lining the wall were soft and luxuriant, flanked by low tables of cut and polished black marble.<br/><br/>Music was playing from the many small but powerful wireless speakers.<br/>The song playing was one of Callan's favorites, from the long distant past of Earth's forgotten history...<br/><div class="bbMediaWrapper">
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</div><br/>Along the far wall, are floor to ceiling windows, offering a breathtaking view of the dark, Gothic, well aged skyline of sector 4.  The concrete, brick, and metal buildings may be old, and not look as if they are made of ivory like in the neighboring Serenity, but they are still strong, powerful, and have weathered the test of time.  They stood as a proud reminder that the old ways of the past are still alive and well, and heavily profitable.<br/><br/>Callan knew this all too well.  The arrogant and privileged members of Serenity tried to look down upon him and the sector he controlled as something less...  It was amusing.<br/>"Sector 4" never did set right with him.  The "Elites" pronounced the word as if it were a slur.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff"><br/>
<b><span style="font-size: 26px">সেক্টর 4</span></b></span><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">(Sēkṭara <b>4)</b></span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><span style="font-size: 15px">looked and sounded so much better...</span></span></span></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><span style="font-size: 15px">He stood before the windows, looking out at his citadel, proud of what he had built.  A city of vice and pleasure, full of the many distractions and well regulated entertainment</span></span>s that were not to be found anywhere within the "better" parts of Serenity.<br/>off in the distance, he saw the massive armored gates to the "Ivory Lands" open momentarily, giving a glimpse of the "beauty and splendor".  A few moments later, they heavy doors slammed shut.<br/>Some poor sap had just been "Exiled" for indulging in something deemed "inappropriate"<br/><br/>Where the closed minded saw "Debauchery, "  He saw "Opportunity."<br/>When it was time for him to die, the Lord of Sēkṭara 4 could say that he had truly lived.<br/><br/>Callan shook his head.  He truly wondered how the many rules and regulations that kept Serenity "Pure" could have made it any better or stronger than his own realm.<br/>Human beings, at their very core, were animals.  and like all animals, needs and desires had to be met.<br/><br/>A life of denial and frustration was not a life of freedom and happiness.  It was little more than living on someone else's terms.<br/>The true path to fulfillment and purpose was to give in to your temptations, and to satisfy your needs, not by being ashamed of them, and pretending they don't exist.<br/>And so Callan's aim was to create just that, a place where one could find happiness and fulfillment, to add his or her skills to his society, and make it stronger.<br/>Every possible vice could be found and satisfied here, for the right price of course.  Nothing truly came at no cost.<br/><br/>The Lord of সেক্টর 4 heard the heavy iron doors of his office clatter as the latches were slid open.   He turned to face them.<br/>Callan's athletic build was clad in a comfortable, black terry cloth robe, bound at the waist with a thick black cloth strap.  He legs were likewise clad in soft, black and white stripped pajama pants.<br/>On his feet were expensive looking, custom made dress shoes.<br/><br/>His black hair was worn to his shoulders, with his handsome face sporting a devil-may-care grin.<br/><br/>The doors opened, to reveal a gorgeous young blonde woman, dressed in what appeared to be a tasteful woman's business suit at first glance, but upon closer inspection, was made of thin, slinky black latex, that hugged the woman's curves deliciously, like a second skin leaving little to the imagination.  She adjusted her sexy square rimmed librarian glasses, and checked the chopsticks holding her elegant hair bun in place.<br/><br/>Callan withdrew his mobile device from his waist pocket, and touched his thumb to its surface.  The volume of the music lowered....<br/><br/>Alexia entered the room on her platform style stiletto heels, the sounds of her footfalls echoing throughout the room.  A few seconds later, two huge, brutish men entered the room, and flanked either side of the open office door.  They were both heavily muscled, and wore tailored ash gray suits.<br/><br/>The woman approached Callan, a look of pure, predatory angst in her eyes.  "Sir..."  Alexia murmured to him in a voice that was half lust, mixed with an equal part of concern.  "...one of our own has made a mistake, and requires your judgement."<br/>The latex clad assistant stood next to her Lord, and spun around on her heels to face the doorway.  "Wendy?"  she said aloud, sexy, but tinged with acid. "...You may enter, but be silent."<br/><br/>Another beautiful, curvy young woman in her late twenties came into view from the doorway, clad in a black high cut mini-dress, wearing torn black fence-net leggings.  Her heels were platform like, similar to Alexia's but were made of polished chrome.<br/>Her gait was a little shaky, but she walked to stand in front of Callan, a pleading look in her eyes.<br/><br/>He knew full well in advance what the situation was.  This woman had done no wrong, but was indeed a valued customer at his establishment.  She had voiced a desire to feel what it was like to be helpless, and deliciously punished in an erotic manner...<br/>Who was Callan to deny this gorgeous young woman her darker, more shameful needs?<br/><br/>Alexia walked up to the brunette, and made her raise her arms above her head, where they were placed in fur lined leather manacles.  Alexia pressed her body into Wendy's pushing her breasts into the other woman's own generous bosom, and tested her restraints.  Satisfied that they were secure, she returned to stand next to Callan. "She is ready sir..."  the blonde murmured.<br/><br/>He smiled at the woman who offered herself so freely to him, her body shaking with anticipation...<br/><br/>"Hand me an implement Alex, choose something....exciting."  Callan said to his beautiful assistant, in a deep, rich voice.<br/><br/>The assistant looked to her left, and then her right, swaying gracefully...  She selected a fine oak cane, about as thick as her pinky finger, and as long as her arm.  On its end was a antique brass drawer knob, to fit comfortably in one's palm.<br/>She placed it into Callan's open, waiting hand.<br/><br/>He closed his fingers around it, and tested its weight and balance...<br/>Callan approached the woman, pressing his body to hers, warming it, and brought his lips close to her ear.   Pressing his free hand to the small of her back, he slid it upwards, revealing more of her bare, glorious, porcelain white ass.<br/><br/>"What do you say?"  He whispered to her seductively.  Her deep, doe like green eyes lit up, as her mind came alive, and worked quickly...<br/>in a low, respectful voice, she likewise whispered back to him..."  I am glad for my master's punishment...  It corrects me, and makes me a better person..."<br/><br/>He then grinned, and gently drew the wooden length of the cane across her bared flesh, making her whimper a little...   Tonight would prove to be a interesting for her.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="21" data-username="@Luna" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/21/">@Luna</a>