There are whispers.
Murmurs in the dark.
A date circled not on calendars… but carved into the flesh of the willing.
The Gathering is coming.
For twenty-four hours, The Edge, my custom built dungeon – becomes something… more. It transforms. A living, breathing altar of decadence and discipline. Of pain, pleasure, purpose. Fitted with every modern device and depraved delight a Mistress could desire, The Edge boasts multiple rooms: playrooms, studios, stables, bedrooms… and other facilities I shall not name here. Not because I can’t but because if you knew, you’d lose sleep.
Let’s just say… many things are planned.
Some you might guess.
Most you won’t.
And one… you’ll never forget.
The Slave Auction will return.
Three of my most perfectly broken-in, utterly obedient, exquisitely submissive slaves will be offered.
Willing.
Compliant.
Ready to be used and abused as the highest bidder sees fit.
The bidding will be hosted by one of my beloved Dominatrix sisters, a true connoisseur of cruel theatrics. And the best part? Every filthy, wonderful pound spent goes towards Mistress Eve’s Holiday Fund… a much-deserved escape involving designer shoes, silk-clad sin, and faraway shores where I’ll be adored by new subjects.
And don’t get the wrong idea. This event isn’t for just anyone.
Three guest invitations remain.
To be considered, you must make yourself known to me.
You must show your worth.
Prove your value.
Offer more than your pathetic longing.
Because if you miss this?
If you read this and do nothing?
Then you already know what you are: just another loser.
Be bold. Or be forgotten.
Mistress Eve
The Edge