Chapter 6: The Neighborly Role
The sixth portion of the narrative rerouted the story to Donnie's perspective (when we comprehend he's in the same room).
Following a busy month of training, Mel underwent a symbolic submission rite, accepting multiple penises and acknowledging Donnie, her partner, as Master to Jill, her superior.
Born out of an affair, the duo had fully embraced the neighborhood's BDSM hierarchy. Jill employed Donnie and Mel to please Duvessa ('Glamourous'), the manager of the clandestine society, and Donnie had altered the existing arrangement, propelling it into a critical juncture.
By the annual gathering - "Hades Night", about two weeks away on Halloween - everything will transpire. Typically a mere formality, the ceremony intended to crown Duvessa ('Stunning Beauty') for another year, entailing a ceremonial process. But, unknown to her, Donnie lacked the qualifications to challenge Duvessa at the top.
"Are you happy, Daddy?" - Camilla, my 27-year-old girl-next-door neighbor, inquired while stroking my cock - the same one that had been denied any orgasmic discharge for 30 consecutive days - before kissing my balls. "mnmgifhtt."
"Mmnnn, gurl...you make me happy," I fathomed, given the final act of my sexual inhibition, cumming inside Mel in front of the men who had just recently had sexual relations with her, now delivering subordinates to my harem of submissives. "What do you call the group and what is my rank...Ohhhh, that's it Baby Gurl! YESSSS!"
I watched as the brunette influencer devoured my cock, forcing it deep into her throat, eyes gazing up into mine, her Master's eyes, prior to rolling back. Her luscious lips around my penis indicated I was culminating, and her breaths quickened when I caressed her fine breasts.
"Ohhhhh," I said, watching her eyes close, clutching on to my gift.
"Ogghffttt...Mmmmmm" she muttered, extracting her mouth, licking her lips before sucking on the tip, wringing out every remaining drop. Then, crawling into my lap, she smothered me with a kiss with a hint of my flavor custom. I embraced her voluptuous breasts and toyed with her nipples, earning a satisfied smile and a soft kiss on my cheek.
"Daddy, Sir..." she elucidated in her childlike voice but informative simultaneously. "In summary, you have established a group of subordinates, or slaves: Nikki, Jill, Mel, and I. Your male cohorts are your centurions."
"Will I ever comprehend the identities of the Centurions, I harbor several assumptions but they were all engulfed in hoods." I said, still somewhat perplexed.
Camilla wasn't present during Mel's initiation, during which the men took turns to satiate themselves with my wife's face, vagina, and anus. She enlightened me on the strategy that evening which paved the way for me to witness my wife's ascent to her new power dynamic, obliged to her superior, Mistress Jill. I was laboring to make sense of everything, and Camilla offered to close in the gaps of my understanding.
I left Mel in the care of Nikki and Jill after their post-initiation aftercare procedures, which included condolences and rehabilitation for my wife. Jill sported two weeks to deliberate her allegiance.
"You're still faithful to me?" Nikki questioned Jill, who showered with her after leaving Mel in the care of Nikki and Jill's watchful care, attending to Mel's needs, applying oils and lotions while soothing her tender, marked skin and lips. "You have two weeks to decide."
Jill did not rebut. Nikki shifted her command to Donnie, granting him leadership of her centurions. With Nikki's careless tongue, 5 years of Jill's servitude had been relinquished.
Nikki's cheerful smile expanded and she straddled Jill, her lips barely an inch away. "We're equitable now," she said, intertwining her hands around Jill's silvery tresses. "We have to grant each other's wishes."
Nikki executed her hands onto Jill's breasts, exhibiting her 38-year-old figure with passion. When Nikki yanked away from Jill, the older woman's face...
"Come on now, this will cheer you up," Nikki insisted. "I've got a treat for you."
Jill's ears pricked up at the promise of another submissive.
"And maybe another one..." Nikki continued, grinning with excitement as she considered her plans. "We can achieve this together, with or without you, but with us, you could be a queen."
Jill's mind began to race, contemplating the possibility of Donnie challenging Duvessa, who was her dominatrix, while she could take the throne. Her eyes widened as realization dawned on her, and she passionatel y moved in to kiss Nikki, her hand wandering down to Nikki's breasts and lower.
Carla, Jill's daughter, felt a strange energy around her and her dad Brian for the past couple of weeks. It was almost five years since she had unexpectedly discovered her parents' BDSM lifestyle. She recalled the same feeling of electricity in the air leading up to that shocking discovery.
Now 23 and a pharmacy tech living on her own in the trendy "Newbo" district, she made a point to avoid her parents. They were calling to borrow her bike, though hers was only five years old and not as good as her mother's. Neither of them answered, so Carla used her own, meeting her biking group at the trail head.
Carla wasn't exactly in peak physical condition; her spandex showed off a little extra on her backside. She'd tied her cycling shirt into a knot to accentuate her flat stomach, but really just to prop up her breasts in the decolletage of the shirt.
"This bike rides okay," she complained to Virginia, a tall, curvy black woman in her 30s who was a mother of two. Virginia had also heard the complaints about her bike, her car, or even about making Carla pay for her own apartment.
"Let's just go and you stop complaining," Virginia ordered, gesturing to the handlebars as if guiding one of her children.
Carla wasn't the image of a perfectly maintained woman, but she'd had some truly traumatic experiences in her life despite her privileged upbringing. Virginia used to commiserate with Carla about her "weird" parents, but she couldn't help but feel fortunate considering what some of the other girls had to deal with.
They cycled through the mostly covered trail, enjoying the warm day for October at 2 pm; it almost felt like summer. The group of bikers approached Pedlar's Fork, a popular bar owned by Nikki.
"I love this place," Carla confided in Izzy, a new member of the biking group who was Nikki's 18-year-old daughter. "Even though the owner and her mother kind of stalk me."
"If you'd only join our side," Izzy enticed, giving Virginia a little hug and leaning up to receive a kiss from her. "It's your lucky day; your mom took a rare Saturday off."
"NO!" Jill firmly ordered Nikki, sitting on a deck chair with her coffee. "You're not going to seduce Carla...really, how is that even possible? They say she's a prude, and half the boys who've dated her have complained about it."
"I believe Izzy will," Nikki asserted.
"I said no!" Jill insisted. "We're equal, remember? And I can't even imagine."
"Free will," Nikki explained. "It's what makes this place so unique. Everyone has it, even if it's just hidden by the facade of domination."
"Carla doesn't want any of this...and besides, are you really going to hand Izzy over to Donnie?" Jill challenged, using her Master's first name instead of the title. She immediately regretted it as she received a sharp slap from Nikki.
"Ow...Master, I meant Master... Shit!" Jill apologized, massaging her stinging face. "I realize you're dead serious and not messing around. So let's do this, if you're sure."
"It's time we take control of this community," Nikki said. "You've earned this."
"I might have a couple more candidates up my sleeve for today," Jill offered, laying Nikki back down on the bed and slowly undressing her. "Let's give this a try, if you're game."
I gathered the necessary strength to penetrate Camilla, her face pressed against the pillow, her beautiful, round butt raised high. As she lined up with me, she climaxed, and I felt a deep sense of relief that she would now be added to my collection of Mistresses, following her instructions and nearly letting go with a premature ejaculation in her mouth and not achieving another erection for an hour.
"A Dominant can spend twenty-four hours with each of his Submissives before welcoming a new one formally," Camilla reminded me, giving me a tender kiss after she left to return home.
I woke up at noon.
Mel was still at Jill's place, her car parked outside, her task of taking care of the centurions not quite complete, my newly married bride having welcomed all of them into her embrace, discovering that I was Jill's Master. It required some untangling of events.
Just the day before, Mel was discussing deserting me for Jill when I decided to put her in her place and establish my position as her Owner.
"We all have thoughts of leaving, escaping," Camilla shared with me during our conversation right before I began having intercourse with her. She offered a truthful perspective, which really turned me on, a much-needed change from typical situations. "My body tells me different each day."
I initiated a group text with my slaves, Jill, Mel, Camilla, and Nikki. I touched base with them, offering a thought and a job to occupy them.
"Slave, hours after my manhood has entered you, you'll remember. Lie back and insert your three fingers and remember at some point today," my message read.
"Yes, Sir."
"Yes, Sir."
"Yes, Sir."
Mel didn't respond since she was still busy at Jill's place.
I headed to the shower to rinse off the last traces of orgasm from my body, my penis hanging flaccid, yet noticeably longer from the usage. I exited the shower naked, turned around, and Nikki was lying on our bed, waiting for me in our bedroom.
Her braided hair, pierced nipples, tight shorts, flirtatious tank that revealed her bra, all caught my eye the first time I saw her, and now she was stretched out in front of me.
"Nice place!" she exclaimed, splaying her legs, caressing the skin of her thighs, and leaning forward, she showcased her suppleness. Nodding towards the bed, on display with her cleavage, she said, "Have a seat, sir."
"What's going on here?" Mel asked, jarred awake, feeling the pressure of the past few hours. She read the text from Donnie that said - "Hours after my manhood has entered you, you'll remember. Lie back and insert your three fingers and remember sometime today."
"Were they able to extract your memory?" Jill replied, brushing Mel's hair and preparing to braid it before releasing her to go home. "What do you remember, especially towards the end?"
"Sir fucked you on the floor and then fucked me," Mel recounted, tossing the phone on the couch next to her. "You're my Mistress, so what?"
"Master will enlighten you, and yes, I am your Mistress, but he's OUR Master," Jill asserted.
"Since WHEN?!" The challenge arose within the new slave. "AAARHHHFHJHJHJJKHGHSHHKE!"
Jill paused in her hairdressing, moving to stand in front of Mel. She pushed Mel back onto the couch, her lips twisting into a snarl as she grabbed Mel by the throat.
"Don't conflate aftercare with affection," Jill said, rearing back and throwing her head forward into Mel's, delivering an unexpected headbutt.
"AAARRRGGGHHHAHHHHHKDLHGDR!" Mel cried, collapsing on Jill and departing, allowing her to go to the chest in the far corner.
Mel was unaware of this plan and the roles being played by Donnie, Jill, Nikki, and Camilla.
"Mistress, please..." Mel pleaded, tears welling up. "I...I...I...I'm not certain about all this."
Mistress Jill secured a ball gag in Mel's mouth, a common occurrence for slaves who doubt or consider halting the process.
"You're not yet conquered, Slave, but you will be," Jill whispered in her ear, attaching the hand and feet cuffs. "We'll mold you into what we want."
Though what her previous boyfriends told her mother, Carla didn't open up sexually, especially when she was intoxicated and indulging.
"SHOT!" Carla yelled at the bartender who had been warned not to serve her anymore. "God dammit!"
Izzy and Virginia arranged for Carla's motorcycle to get to her apartment in Newnan.
"Hey...hey...hey...baby," Virginia cooed softly to Carla, moving her hands to the base of her neck, offering comfort amidst the spinning room. "Breathe, we've got you."
"Yooo, Virgo!" Izzy hollered, directing his gaze to the steps that could take them to their upstairs living space. "Charlie's friends have taken her bike; help me bring her up so we can lay her down."
Nikki, in all her sarcastic glory, shared, "Mel's taking a while, dear, your wife is preoccupied and curious as to..." Her slender hand gracefully moved along my soft manhood, which remained uninterested in another round of debauchery following the previous 12 hours of pleasure. "Appears like I have a lengthy afternoon ahead, Mr. P."
"You're quite the riot, horny little hellion," I kidded, tenderly caressing the braids cascading from her head, her long legs stretched above mine as her frame floated above my torso, one palm pressed against the bed's surface, the other swiping over my untouched manhood.
As Nikki guided me through the neighborhood's conduct rules since I'd become head honcho, owning every whim of my own and others.
"How will I discern the appropriateness?" I inquired, illustrating instances of intermingling with folks on the street, at the park, observing their respective pets.
"Understand your 'tells', buddy," came her reply, repositioning her braids from my chest to my abs. "In the event that you state 'your collar is appealing', a subbie will instantly stop whatever she's doing, organize herself, and either let you lead her to your lair or lead you to hers."
The first 'tell': a slave rocking a readily apparent collar indicates they're up for whatever endeavors one may have in mind. A dominatrix can handle them in whichever manner she chooses.
Another two were nothing more than everyday banter.
Nikki playfully asked, "Sir, how would you respond if I throw out 'nice weather'?"
"Hmm...would it be likely to rain?" I retorted. "Then they'd counter with 'we'd better go inside then'," I shared.
The final 'tell' was a bit more cryptic.
"What's the last submissive's clue, Sir?" she questioned, licking my limp cock before I could answer.
"Mmm...it involves..." oh my goodness, Nikki, your mouth is arousing, "...a shoulder wave, and if the sub drops her hands on her hips, starts walking toward, then begins moving in the same direction..." Suddenly, I groaned, "I can't talk, Miss..."
Nikki paused her actions and noticed my umpruned member had risen.
"Red flags include subbies showing up with no bra and pajamas, or parading half-naked in public. These signals usually come after determining their position. However, some locals prefer tending to their canines at the break of dawn," she mentioned, resuming the caressing of my cock.
Amusingly, it was this very encounter with Jill that embodied the beginning of my affair with her.
The others could be posed as riddles I had to unravel in regular conversation, a hint that submissives were eager and potentially daring enough to determine if the power dynamics needed adjusting.
"Dish out a riddle...Oh, your mouth is tantalizing," I mumbled, her smiling lips before her tongue met my balls once more.
"Am I the one walking the dog, or do you?" she teased, glancing up at me. Her fingers then traced over my anal region.
"Women tend to manage dogwalking as..." Oh...OH MY... "...you hold the reins, Mmmm...dear."
Nikki rose up with a grin and straddled my lap, descending onto my wet cock.
"Oh Mr..."
Mistress Jill tore the ball gag from Mel's mouth, acknowledging her screams as one of her floggers ravaged nude skin.
"MASTER DONNIE!" Mel screeched, spittle adorning the corners of her smeared mouth.
"Will you EVER forget that?!"
"NO MISTRESS!"
Mistress Jill ceased the agony. "Superb girl..."
Izzy tenderly touched Carla's hair, who was snoozing on the couch in their apartment positioned above Pedlar's Fork. The melodies and crowd noise emanated from beneath their flooring.
"Sweetie, you're stunning," Izzy whispered in Carla's ear, loving the thought of sharing personal thoughts with her, a recent development in his consideration.
It was, though, Nikki, my mother, who one night asked Izzy about his fascination with Carla.
"Well, she's my type, from the sassy attitude to her dynamic body, and the captivating blonde hair," Izzy responded.
Nikki agreed to sublease their house during the pandemic and relocate to the apartment over her bar to reduce costs and revive her struggling establishment.
Growing up, Izzy was the rebellious one who made her way through the neighborhood and was raised by the community. Everyone adored her, mainly because she was cute and obedient, not a pain in the ass.
Camilla, who was nine years older, acted as a babysitter for Izzy while her carefree attitude began much earlier than high school. Nikki would pay Camilla to watch Izzy, but if any boyfriends or girlfriends visited, she let her run wild and do her own thing.
Izzy studied Carla's breathing, watching her chest rise and fall. She wore a biker shirt that partially revealed her small but full breasts underneath the sports bra. They removed the hair tie, and her nearly white blonde hair covered her face.
"Oh, Carla, you're so beautiful," Izzy commented out loud, wishing she could awaken, desiring to seduce her. "I could just devour you, and I've always wanted to tell you that."
Izzy fell asleep, leaning against the other arm of the couch, hidden under the comforter on the other side.
Nikki left our house, with Mel and her crossing the street. She had completed having sex with me, sucking me off and reaching an orgasm, my erection, drained from overuse, was unable to give anything more.
They greeted each other and exchanged a few words. Nikki embraced my wife and kissed her cheek before parting ways. Mel glanced back, rubbed her eyes, and entered the garage before making an appearance in the kitchen.
"Balance" - That's how Nikki described my approach to my wife, now that I had established my dominance over her.
She cautioned me to handle my wife carefully, considering the events that had just occurred - appearing at our home, having sex in front of everyone, and then sleeping with one of the women in front of the same group.
"Good afternoon..." I said matter-of-factly, leaving room for her response.
"For you maybe," Mel grumbled, sulking. "Mistress just beat the crap out of me."
They retrieved a bottle of wine from our wine fridge, twisted off the cap, and began guzzling it without bothering with a glass. "Want some? Sir...."
"I understand your anger," I said sympathetically, declining the offer as she guzzled another swig. "You have a right to be mad at me."
"Permission to speak openly," Mel pleaded, recognizing my dominance.
"Granted," I said, approaching her, arms crossed, observing her gulp down the alcohol.
"How many women are you cheating on me with right now?" Mel accused, waving her hand. "I know I've done the same."
"Right now, there are four women I'm involved with," I revealed, knowing there would be one or two more. "I think it's safe to call our marriage 'open' at this point."
"You've been longing for this for YEARS!" Mel scolded, trying to reset her life. "You'd talk about different swinging couples, and now you've made it happen!"
"This is different," I insisted, making my point.
"Obviously!" Mel snapped, muttering, "Sir..." in response to my sarcasm.
I approached her, my expression serious and focused.
"We found the sexual community around the same time," I reminisced, my lips near her neck. "You can see that you don't regret this."
"I have regrets!" she screeched, a hint of sadness in her voice. "I've given my flesh to the community."
"I've given it to them," she repeated, referring to me, gulping down yet another substantial gulp of wine.
"What about me?" I inquired, raising a rhetorical question.
"You're ours now," she mumbled, still feeling the aftermath.
I penetrated her deep, my cock entering her body.
"Your flesh is now shared, mine to command," I declared.
"They're still new," Nikki stated to Jill once they settled down after having sex. "The success of everything depends on them."
"I misjudged Master," Jill acknowledged, taking a sip of the wine they had opened. "I thought he just had a rebellious streak, but he's the genuine deal."
Mel trusts me and is now fully under my control, and we're connected to ending Duvessa's reign.
"Do we have the time?" Nikki questioned Jill, focusing on Duvessa's house, where the Hades Night event would take place in about two weeks. "Also, do we hand over Mel to Duvessa or start the orientation process in a week?"
"Yes, and we just have enough time," replied Jill, tipping her wine glass to Nikki. In their past, Nikki used to outshine Jill, leading with fervor, fetishes, and freakiness, climbing more ranks until her playful attitude disrupted the centurions and other Masters, and she engaged in countless affairs.
"I admire how you enjoy being on the 'other side' because it offers you a sense of stability while fulfilling your spontaneous desires," Jill continued. "You've flipped the dynamic, and for that, I'm thankful. I couldn't have imagined how to bring down Duvessa."
Nikki chuckled and replied, "My perspective is skewed after having threesomes with my adult daughter. Meanwhile, you can't even comprehend your own."
As they watched, they noticed that on the Life360 app, Carla's daughter was still hanging out at Pedal's Fork.
"If we're going to recruit our daughters, I don't want Duvessa to have any interaction with them," Nikki stated, considering both options. "Master Donnie is rational and balanced, and they may not need to completely submit for a year."
"And they'll be supportive of Hades Night," Jill joked and they clinked their glasses. They joked about the delight they take from the society and their current situation.
Afterwards, Nikki got up to use the restroom. Jill tempted fate by contacting a recently widowed member, who served as Jill's wild card.
"I've just spoken to Mary," Jill shared, referring to a woman who stopped ranking so she could care for her ailing husband. "It's been two years since her husband, Willy, died."
"Despite this, Mary will be beneficial for Master," acknowledged Nikki. "This will give Izzy more time to influence Carla."
"I so hope someone can entice my daughter," Jill confessed, having been persuaded by the idea, laughing along with Nikki.
"Damn, I'm trashed," groaned Carla as she exited the bathroom, rinsing her face. "What time is it?"
"Um, 7:30..." responded Izzy, her eyes fixed on Carla's toned legs covered in shorts. She doubted if she'd play this card but thought about the reasons to do so. As she noticed Jill's phone, she wondered what happened in that conversation.
Carla returned with Nikki, who saw Jill ending a call. "I was just talking to Mary," Jill shared, referring to a high-ranking former Mistress. "Two years since Willy's demise."
"No matter the circumstances, more members are welcome," declared Nikki. "Mary will strengthen Master's position, and this will help Izzy in her mission to convert Carla."
"I truly hope someone can open my daughter's mind," Jill confessed, hesitant and knowing the truth. They all waited for Carla's response.
"What the hell?" Carla, amazed, blurted out as she peered at Izzy's phone, then stood up. "You don't have to linger."
"I wanted to," Izzy revealed, switching out of her cycling attire and now in a tank top, refusing the invitation to leave. She could sense the carnal hunger in Carla's eyes.
"You want me?" Carla questioned. Before she could do anything, Izzy dived in, ripping off her tank top and revealing her bare breasts. "Lick me, Izzy, eat me up!"
Carla's hands wrestled with Izzy's pants, pulling them off, leaving her in just her shorts. Izzy knelt on the ground, then bent down to challenge Carla's gaze, her hands worked on her own pants, pushing them down and stepping out of them. As she looked at Carla with reckless desire, both women held each other's insatiable gaze. They held hands, and Carla's mouth captured Izzy's, letting them savor the fleeting ecstasy. Izzy's tongue explored Carla's labia, sliding in and out, circling it with her lips and diving back and forth.
Oh my goodness, I'm completely done with men! F**k, baby!" As her legs squeezed together, her thighs on either side of Izzy's head, her feet encircling her waist, forcing her to try to shove her entire face inside. Izzy was talented, using her fingers, tongue, and lips, discovering all the right spots. "Oh my God! Yes! Yes!!!!"
Carla's legs allowed Izzy to withdraw, spin her own legs forward, and the two lovers locked into a scissoring position, Carla's first orgasm's juices creating a perfect lubricant.
"Mmmm, you're so wet and warm, girl," Izzy crooned, pressing her pussy against Carla's. "I'm going to ride you good."
"F**k me, Izzy," Carla gazed at her, her wet cheeks directed at kissing their lips together, bucking her hips against their pelvis, generating friction and sliding. Carla's head jerked back, and she felt the pace quicken.
"Oh God, Carla! CARLA!" Izzy cried out, slowing slightly, her first orgasm mounting through her senses. "Oh Lover!"
The two ground and humped against one another for several minutes before Carla detached and made her way down to service her young companion. Although her techniques were not as polished, her lesbian inclinations were fierce, yet her experience was lacking.
"Mmmm, Carla...eat me up," Izzy urged, arching her back, Carla's hands slipping under Izzy's ass, drawing the flesh into her mouth, her tongue stretching as far as she could penetrate. "Ohhhh LOVER...Ohhhhh"
Izzy encouraged her partner's head forward, guiding her tongue and lips, and once more released fluids during an orgasmic release.
"OHHHH CHRIST! F**k! YESSSSS!" Izzy yelled out, Carla ingesting the wet, warm, rush, its aroma lingering in the air. "Ohhh Girl, you ate ME up!"
I somewhat managed an underwhelming orgasm, thrusting Mel against the Island, her indifference to my cock almost more erotic than pushing her into spasms from an orgasm. She received it as a task to fulfill for my satisfaction, with little benefit taken by herself.
The regular thumping of each thrust emanated from both of us, a sort of signature on our fresh dynamic. She was mine to use, yet send out to be used; it was simply an act of submission and my lackluster ejaculation sealed the deal.
I exited her lifeless form and proceeded to the basement naked.
"Being married in a power dynamic is a dance," Jill told me on several occasions, Brian serving submissive to Duvessa, and others in the neighborhood more often than staying at their house. "Provide space and don't insist until it's essential."
Mel made her way to the shower and straight to bed. I slipped on shorts, a sweatshirt, snagged a beer and stepped out into our porch, the weather being fairly warm for mid-October in Iowa.
"How is she?" Camilla surprised me by coming up from the backyard. "Sorry, Sir...I didn't mean to..."
"No problem, Camilla," I replied, establishing a comfortable conversation zone by using her given name. I had plenty of inquiries. "How did your parents leave the community? Beer?"
"There's a cost, if this power play doesn't succeed," Camilla stated, connecting it to the past. "My father got caught up in that, and my mother left him due to the, well, the financial and emotional impacts."
"They lost the house, right?" I inquired, remembering some of the discussions I'd had with Jill.
"Our community values free will over legal possessions," Camilla noted, watching me closely while I quaffed my beer. "Your word is your bond here, until it's not; we've never had such an honest Mistress since they drove my dad out until now."
"How did you get the house back?" I inquired, noticing her lack of underwear, arousing me to some degree.
"Jill...Mistress Jill," she declared. "I gave myself to her, Brian and most of the community for two years in her basement, offering my submission. I was 20, with no home, money, and immediately became a sought-after individual."
"What?" I inquired, realizing that might not make sense. "If your Father had a debt to Duvessa..."
"Jill holds a high position, and can negotiate with my body, her body, and Brian's talents," Camilla clarified, leaning forward. "And I enjoyed every cock, mouth, toy, spank, and was treated well. It was a lucrative arrangement, so I gave more than what was asked, and now I'm free."
"Regarding that," I said, displaying some minimal understanding. "How are you free? It almost seems like you're prisoner labor."
"My enslavement lasted two years and now ends, and I'm wasn't coerced - Jill always respected my choices," she asserted, her nakedness briefly stirring my cock.
I still find it difficult to understand the concept, but I could sense her passion - she had thrived in this scenario.
"Wow! She exclaimed with a grin as she lifted her beer glass. "I'm designated as your 'Baby Gurl,' and now part of your stable of Dominatrix you manage."
I was puzzled, not comprehending how Camilla remained under Jill's contract while I was her Master. But I decided to let her explain.
"Mel is your wife, and you dominating her like you did yesterday, that solidified your dominant status. Then Jill, you took as your submissive after being submissive, making your Domme status official." Camilla stated. "And Nikki, well, she's an enigma."
She clarified that even while under Jill's contract, the moment I became her Master, I took charge of her stable.
"I didn't realize, I'm just..."
"You're a fearless man," Camilla said, standing up. "You're respectfully commanding."
She observed my penis, which rapidly enlarged as she admired me with her eyes locked on mine.
"Allow your baby gurl to serve you, Daddy," she offered, kneeling onto the cement and wrapping her mouth around my erection.
Bystanders passing by slowed down to observe.
"Your mom is staying at my place," Carla informed Izzy as she brushed her hair with her fingers, Carla checking her phone.
The two embraced.
"Stay here," Izzy requested, slipping her hand down the front of Carla's stomach. The pair removed their clothing and rolled around naked.
"I already planned to," Carla replied, straddling Izzy and rocking her hips. "I really needed this."
For a week, Izzy appeared at Carla's home, at lunch, in her workplace, and snuck upstairs, gradually heightening Carla's anticipation of Nikki's expectations.
During that week, Izzy introduced various elements of dominance and discomfort, nibbling on Carla's nipples, biting just a little harder each time, and gently slapping her buttocks. The final meeting, they were together in a doggy position, with her fingers entwined in Carla's vagina from within and her palm swatting her from behind.
"There must be a power dynamic, and even though you're younger, you need to assume the leadership role," Nikki instructed when Izzy voiced her attraction to Carla. "You must establish that prior to the ceremony in October."
They had a week left, and Izzy planned to assume full control. They both craved each other's company day and night, and Izzy had guided the courtship from the very beginning. Carla invited Izzy to happy hour at Zeppelins, and they spent several hours contending with "two-for-ones." Gary, a younger pharmacist who persistently flirted with Carla all night, asked the critical question.
"So, are you two an item?" he inquired, noticing the physical interplay between Carla and Izzy.
"Yes," Carla answered, disgusted by his blatant attempts to seduce her. "I'm her girl."
Izzy's hand hit Carla's thigh softly then slid up to slip behind her and grip the fabric of her yoga pants, holding the flank of her right butt cheek. Smugly, she stared at Gary, relishing his defeat at the hands of Izzy.
"Well done," Gary responded, sipping on his wine before shifting the discussion. Izzy overheard and approached Carla's ear.
"I enjoy showing you off," Izzy remarked, then Carla turned to her and passionately kissed her crush in front of her coworkers. They received smiles and some awkward looks. "When we're done here, there's a special night planned for you."
Carla wet herself, knowing she was being led by a young pro who wanted to experience it all.
"I like that concept," Carla said, returning to the talk.
"Oh my God! DONNIE!" Mel exclaimed, my cock sliding into her asshole, again naked on the island, reminding her that Jill was also there, receiving my cock, begging for more. "OOOOH GOD! AHHHH!H"
She displeased me by neglecting her chores and making sarcastic comments over the past week. I drove my cock down her throat in the bedroom, spurting my cum at her feet, and urging her to clean it up by licking it up and into a child's pose while spanking her for 30 minutes.
My cock thickened, and I started venting my ire on her anus.
"FUCK!! MASTER! OHHH FUCKKKK!" she administered the switch from her many names to "Sir and Master" at home and "Don" in public, emphasizing my more authoritative name. "GOODDDD! CUM ALREADY! FUCKKKKK!"
I waited another 15 minutes before climaxing, her screams turning into moans, then gentle sighs as I found release. I left my penis inside her on her back, telling her how worthless her pathetic pussy was, making me fuck her anus.
"Stay naked there until I clean you off me," I commanded and went to the bathroom, leaving her body frozen, feet off the bed, ass covered in my cock.
After I finished in the bathroom, she reluctantly walked naked from the bedroom to the shower.
I strolled into my living room naked, feeling like I was the master of the neighborhood, not afraid of being seen.
I moved towards the narrow glass by the side of the front door, and Jill was on her porch sipping coffee. She raised her glass to acknowledge my dominance.
"Where are you taking me?" Carla giggled as she was pushed towards Nikki's office at the bar by Izzy, who was herself flushed from the happy hour drinks.
Izzy kissed her and guided her through the door of Nikki's office, caressing her breast and rolling her erect nipple through her work blouse.
"Does this place have monkey bars?" Carla joked, pulling Izzy into a kiss before Izzy took her hand and led her down the stairs, turning on the LED torches and candles. "Ohhh, Izzy...this is wild..."
Carla's gaze moved from one item to the next.
"I...I don't know if... " she questioned, Izzy moving in quickly to silence her with a kiss. She then grabbed her nipple and squeezed it harshly, well aware of how to silence any other questions.
"Do you trust me, Love?" Izzy asked gently. "Your body is an instrument of pleasure that I want to play with."
As Carla gazed around nervously, she noticed a board with toys and restraints. Izzy took Carla's wrist, turning it, and selecting soft cuffs, snapping them onto Carla's hand, which she already had a hold of. Turning, Izzy picked up a feather-light riding crop that belonged to Virginia, who used it on her during her 18th birthday.
The blonde now stood in front of Izzy, who was shaking just a bit. Izzy placed the hard handle of the crop against Carla's cheek, neck, and cleavage, showing her the tip that was part of a beginner's series. She wanted Carla to fear the pain that was coming, allowing trust to be built as the soft snaps followed.
"Do you trust me, Pet?" Izzy whispered, rubbing the handle against Carla's neck, running it down her cleavage, under her shirt, on her yoga pants, and in between her legs.
"Yes," Carla replied, feeling the tremendous building pressure.
Not knowing what to call Izzy, sensing the shift in authority.
"Mistress," Izzy corrected.
"Yes, Mistress," Carla responded, feeling the terror in her voice.
Izzy released the crop, allowing it to wedge between Carla's legs. Her hands pushed her legs closer together.
Yanking at the fabric of her shirt, Carla's blouse was removed and put onto the cuffs, her arms still inside the sleeves. Izzy unsnapped the pushup bra and freed Carla's magnificent breasts, her nipples peeking out, craving attention and attention.
Izzy then took the crop, dropped it, and slid her hands down the sides of Carla's yoga pants. The pants, along with her panties, slid down to Carla's ankles.
"Step out, Pet," Izzy said softly, Carla obeying by stepping out of her clothes, her legs spread apart.
"Don't lock your knees, that could be an issue."
Carla bent her knees slightly, the crop's handle pressing against her ankle. Izzy brought the riding crop upwards, higher towards her pussy, separating the lips.
"Ohhh...Mistress!" Carla moaned, Izzy pulling back and thrusting forward, playing the strings of Carla's body as a musical instrument.
"Mistress...ohhhh, Mmmm, OHHHH!" Carla begged, Izzy inserting the handle an inch, two, then out.
Wrapping her arms around Carla's torso, Izzy guided Carla's limp legs to a padded table. Stepping back, she took the riding crop and used its feather-like tip to tickle her skin below her puffy vulva.
"Oh Mistress! Stop!" Carla begged, giggles escaping as she leaked pee while she began to laugh. Izzy swatted her cheeks with the feather, not inflicting any real pain, just a soft slap against her skin. "Oh...thank you...oh...oh...mmmmm...mmmmm...ohh."
Izzy caught the scent of Carla's sexual stimulation, so she placed the crop on the table and approached Carla's open legs. She extended her tongue, spreading it out, and then lightly licked Carla's wet folds.
"Mmm, Missssstressss...oh...Ohhh OHHH!" Carla moaned, pleasuring her lover as Izzy's fingers entered her. With ease, she welcomed two fingers into her vagina. "Ohhh God...MMMmmm Fuck me...OHHH!"
Izzy's tongue and fingers accelerated their movements, bringing her partner closer to climax. Throughout their brief encounters, Izzy had learned her body's nuances, using her lips, tongue, and fingers to satisfy her lover more intensely than most people could.
"OHHH GOD! YES! DRINK me UP! MISTRESSS!!"
Izzy stood up and snatched the crop, striking her bottom five times with full force.
"AHHHH! AHHHH! AHHH! AHHH! OHHH!AAAA!!" Carla screamed in astonishment as she experienced orgasmic euphoria coupled with sharp pains. "Ohhh...ahhh..."
Izzy freed Carla from her handcuffs and gently embraced her, sensing her bewilderment, confusion, and doubt. However, Carla's twitching body resting in her arms was the most significant feeling.
Nikki had been hidden when Carla arrived at Pedlar's Fork, instructing her daughter to complete a week's training in a single night because of Carla's apparent readiness.
"Phase one achieved, even better than I imagined," Izzy informed the group chat. "On schedule."
Having two off-site females in Donnie's stable was essential for their group, making them 1st order legacies due to their familial connections to the stable.
"Seems promising," Nikki said to Donnie over the phone. "When you enter the dungeon and experience its delights, that's where it all changes. If she passes phase two, we'll be halfway there, and one more week will complete our objective!"
"Will it be midnight for phase two, and do I arrive at 2984 and enter immediately?" Donnie wanted to know.
"Just get there before anyone else does," Nikki suggested. "Enter when the red light is on. She's ready..."
"If anything..."
"If the light doesn't turn on, you'll need to search for another house, but follow the same idea. Our ultimate goal is to control a dominant figure in this community."
Nikki ended the call and sighed, noticing the dwindling crowd. She had doubts about Izzy joining the group, but ever since witnessing Izzy and Virginia together on her birthday, she assumed it was just a matter of time.
Having Nikki integrate with Jill and controlling multiple voices within the stable could double their authority in the community, regardless of how things unfolded.
"I could profit regardless of the outcome," she explained to Virginia over the phone. "Prepare yourself, just in case."
As Carla stood up, preparing to put her clothes back on, Izzy interrupted her.
"You will put on your clothes when I say so," Izzy notified Carla, causing the woman to bow her head. Having read "50 Shades" and seen its media versions, Carla heartily agreed with Izzy's manner of command. "Good pet, good..."
Izzy ran her fingers through Carla's hair and took stock of their naked bodies. She desired more, so she assembled a contraption and led Carla to the "X" board. Izzy adjusted the board to fit her figure, pulling Carla's limbs into place with straps.
Carla now lay horizontally on the board, hanging by her limbs about hip height from the bar rafters.
Carla hung motionless in the dimly lit room, still tingling from the strong caning and strong arousal. The atmosphere in the room intensified her feelings of domination, submission, and helplessness.
"Oohhh! Aah! Oohh! Oohhhhh! Mmmmmmmm," Carla moaned as the hot wax dripped onto her sensitive skin, bringing both pain and pleasure.
At first, the wax was scorchingly hot, but it cooled quickly, releasing a flood of endorphins. "Oh Mistress, please, mmmm Oohh! Ooohhhh! Aaahhhh! Aaaahhhhh!" Carla cried out, helpless against the powerful rush of sensations.
Izzy gently clipped the nipple extenders to Carla's breasts, causing her to gasp as the cool metal brushed against her skin. "Your trust in me is admirable," Izzy purred, leaning in close to Carla's ear. "You must now trust me to push your boundaries even further." Carla's heart raced as she imagined the possibilities.
Blindfolded and bound, Carla lay on a cold basement floor, her nipples teased with precision clamps. She could only imagine the delights that awaited her later. "If you want to experience everything I have to offer, you must first submit to me completely," Izzy's voice was commanding and soft, filling Carla with anticipation.
Izzy fastened a ball gag in her mouth and slipped a silk hood over her, plunging her into darkness. Popping noises echoed as Izzy returned upstairs, leaving Carla alone in the basement, her lust growing with dread.
The sound of footsteps descending the stairs filled her with terror. "What boundaries will you push me beyond?" she wondered to herself, shivering at the thought of what might be done to her. A soft chuckle reached Carla's ears.
"Prepare to receive, my pet," came the familiar voice of Izzy. Carla's stomach quivered as she thought of who Izzy might bring back with her. Her pussy was already dripping with anticipation, chemically induced arousal making her even more vulnerable.
"AHHHH! Oohh! A ah! A ah!" Carla cried out as rough hands grabbed her thighs. She could feel Izzy's weight settling over her, a pounding rhythm beginning as wet flesh invaded her.
"AHfftttTT!!" Carla cried in agony, feeling herself being fucked mercilessly. "I'm here, sweetheart," came Izzy's voice again, calming Carla slightly. "It's just me, fucking you with this," she said as she thrust her fake cock deeper into Carla's pussy.
"OHHFffttt! YYYYYSFFFFTT," Carla moaned, finding pleasure in the situation. Izzy was riding her while Carla rode her strap-on in unison.
Now, only the sound of Izzy's high heels could be heard going up the stairs and closing the door. A knock at the front door startled Carla back to reality. "LISTEN, I'm here with WALLACE," came a drunk male voice.
Izzy returned home, bringing her lover with her. Carla realized she had been fucked by her Mistress while someone else was waiting. The sounds of passion continued until morning when Carla was left alone again, wondering what series of events would occur next.
Walking around the block, I couldn't help but notice a flickering red light on the neighbor's house. I'd noticed it before and thought it was just seasonal LED lighting. I thought about how hot the fit mother who lived there was. "Fuck it," I muttered, setting off down the sidewalk and pressing the doorbell.
The doorbell chimed, and I waited. The door was opened, revealing a dimly-lit living room full of low-lighting and soft jazz in the background.
"MMMMfft! MMMMMFft! MMMMMFft! MMMMMFft! MMMMMFft!" The wet, slurpy noises were coming from the couch, Tina's naked ass pointed out towards me as her mouth enveloped her husband, Ron's thick cock.
I opened the storm door and walked in, ready for anything. Tina was lying on her back, her neck arched in ecstasy as she slurped her husband's penis. "Mggffft! Mggffft! Mggffft! Mggffft!" sounded through her nose as she swallowed and swallowed. "Mmmmmfgft! Mzzzzzzzergfft! MMMMMFtt!"
I stared at the sight before me, imagining what it must be like to fuck her as she sucked her husband. "I'm here to join you," I whispered. Awkwardly, I approached the sofa, reaching down to help myself to the offered feast.
We fucked together, sharing Tina's ass and pussy. Just as the rhythm slowed, I heard a door slam upstairs. "Mzzzzzzzzzzzeggft!" she cried as I left, leaving her to continue pleasing her husband. The door opened and a tall, bearded man stood in the doorway. "Hi there, you're not Ron," his voice was sober. "No, I'm not." I was naked except for my pants hanging off my hips, Tina's cum dripping from my masked cock. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I was here to play," I told him, motioning with my head to the leftovers of Tina's sexual appetites, my flaccid cock now at half-mast. "I see. When her husband gets here, he's probably going to kill me."
I stepped out of the house, unashamed in my lack of shame. Her husband watched from the stairs.
"I'm leaving," I said. He simply nodded as I buttoned my slacks back on. "Take care snowflake," was all he said before slamming the door in my face. I walked back to the home knowing that something had changed.
I swiftly ascended the steps, switching off the red light to deter any more intruders, and slipping my pants down. The rules were quite straightforward: if his penis was larger than mine, the individual remained and I didn't give them orders, but the woman belonged to me to command.
I grew erect rather quickly, the sound of swallowing was delightful, and she removed her mouth so I could view the large mushroom-shaped head I'd witnessed during Mel's initiation. I realized Ron was among my centurions.
I didn't need to command; I merely pressed my erection against her small buttocks and vagina and penetrated her easily, as she was accustomed to the larger head and longer shaft.
"MMmmm, Master," she acknowledged my power before descending on her husband's shaft once more. "Mggffft! Mggffft! Mggffft! Mggffft! Mggffft!"
I began thrusting her simultaneously with her head's movement, "Mggffft! Ohgft! Mggffft! Ohgft! Mggffft! Ohgft! Mggffft! Ohgft! Mggffft! Ohgft! Mggffft! Ohgft!"
We vigorously thrust her body, and he observed with a smile, aware that I had been with his wife the previous week and now I was enjoying his. I wrapped my hands around her breasts, lifting her from the floor, her short legs hanging in the air, my member fully immersed within her.
"OHgghtthhh, Masterrrrr," she moaned, permitting the bulky cock to escape her mouth, lifting her into a Flying Goddess position, her legs now enveloping my waist and entirely impaled on my penis. "OHhh! OHHH! YESSS!"
I felt her shudder as she experienced an orgasm, her husband continuing to stroke and observing me penetrate her, my hands on her torso caressing her breasts, jostling and flicking her around.
In order to respect her as a submissive, there needed to be an aspect of torture or humiliation. She had just experienced an orgasm, so I slid out of her and commanded her to kneel.
"You're not worth my semen, but your skin on the outside is attractive," I informed her, gesturing with my head for her husband to come forward. "Shut your eyes and open your mouth."
Ron moved into position with me and we both started stroking ourselves, she knelt with her eyes shut and her head facing her husband. It only took him a short while to emit a series of white spurts across her face, nose, mouth, neck, and breasts. Witnessing this release triggered a spasm in my penis and I unleashed my biggest load right onto her nipples and abdomen.
"Gather and consume all your cum, slut," I commanded, reattaching my pants, and then retrieving one of the three boxes from my pockets. "Wear this on your porch at noon tomorrow, or return it to my front door."
She was sprawled out naked on the floor in a child's position, her husband nodded, and I exited, handing her the collar in the box next to her cum-coated body.
"OMG!" Carla moaned up in Pedlar's Fork as she gulped down a beer. "You fucked me so hard, I came three times."
We were seated in a corner booth, the atmosphere was fairly busy for 1 a.m. and they had provided us with leftovers from the special, along with French fries.
"I want to legalize our agreement," I paused, adopting the mistress tone. "You enjoyed my dominance, and I want to proceed in opening you to various people."
"Wait, is this a collar??!" Carla questioned, seeing the silver mesh-like collar with my initials engraved on it and a clasp on the back. "You really unleashed your control, but I..."
"Your body has never experienced such pleasure," I remarked, observing her focus on the collar in my hands. "I'll formalize it."
I stood behind her, Carla raised her hair and Mistress collared her, designating her as my first Pet.
"In certain circles, you are now 'Kitty,'" I said and kissed her pet on the neck.
My texts were in abundance, examining my activities with Tina and ejaculating on her body. I skimmed down to the end and recognized two messages from Jill, indicating that Mary had been waiting just for me, and didn't want any additional individuals present.
"It's in an interview style," Jill suggested, referring to a situation she'd mentioned weeks ago.
Camilla transmitted the same information separately in the group chat.
"Interesting," I mumbled as I headed down the street, my penis still moist in my underwear from unloading onto Tina's body.
Mary Hildegard, a previous Olympic bobsledder from Hungary, was a petite, fit lady in her mid-50s. She lost Willy, her hotel owner spouse who was a decade older than her to cancer two years ago.
I frequently saw her strolling her dog while she wore shorts that displayed her toned legs. In the summer, she donned a tank top exposing her breasts and cleavage. She always greeted me with a huge smile, her hair in a mini ponytail, bobbing swiftly due to her fast-paced walk.
Jill informed me earlier in the week that she was a former Mistress of Willy, a Dominant. She was cautious and predictable, although still spontaneous. She held a deep disdain for Duvessa, who didn't value the dominant persona in her stable or dungeons.
Mary's outdoor light was on, but it wasn't red, so I made my way up to her drive and walked steadily, noticing the small cat statues and beautifully maintained garden.
Her entrance was directly into an open area off her living room. Dark, there was classical music playing throughout the house, with spotlights leading down to the basement.
"Down here," Mary's voice echoed, and I proceeded to descend, recalling that the ground rules were the same but she could also send me away or encourage me to stay. I walked down and turned on a landing, immediately observing the synthetic flooring laid over the hardwood.
"Please join me," she urged, naked, sitting on a perch a few feet off the floor, her mouth licking her own arms, rubbing her face, much like a cat. I quickly shed my sweats and hoodie, proceeding towards her, searching for a comfortable place to sit.
Next to her was a glass containing a dark liquor, the basement being a '90s style rec room with a bar at one end, yet the tables and games had been removed and the floor had been covered with a wrestling mat-like material, soft to walk upon.
"Pour whatever you like and join me," she instructed, pointing to the floor. Her nipples were adorned with silver studs due to her earrings. There was more illumination in this area than any of the dungeons or lairs I had been in, and I spotted the bourbon bottle she had poured her drink from and filled my glass with a generous pour of aged alcohol.
I knelt down and sat cross-legged on the plush mat before her, my flaccid penis not shrinking despite having just climaxed and spurted over Tina. I noticed it didn't fold in on itself as I had been required to climax with my stable of females every day.
"I made a mistake, I understand Sir," she said politely, now with her legs raised to lick, getting halfway down her thighs, revealing a full, trimmed bush of hair surrounding her vagina.
"You are right, Mary," I stated, shaking off my confusion due to her licking her own skin. My interview stage was ready, disoriented by her sexual advances.
The interviewing process was a series of queries where I needed to respond with disclosure while introducing the opportunity for the interviewer to engage physically. "Inaccurate instructions were given, and those responsible will be held accountable for their blunder. I'm anticipating our time together."
I didn't notice the 'monkey bars' suspended from the ceiling until Mary swiftly headed up, grabbed the nearest one, and showed off her agility by swinging from them one by one until she landed in the middle of the room on the mat.
"Do you have any wrestling expertise, Sir?" she inquired while I rose to my knees, sensing a physical interaction happening. I rose to my feet, realizing that we were about to engage in something tussling.
"I wrestled until middle school and spent a lot of time fighting in the yard," I acknowledged. I anticipated that her size would offer her a significant disadvantage if we wrestled, but I found myself aroused by the manner in which she moved.
"If you agree to grapple with me, the victor will own the other," she concluded with a shy grin.
In response to your request, I'd like to rephrase the given narrative using a more informal and engaging tone. Here's my version:
"You wanna go against a guy who's clearly outmatched? Bring it on!" I boasted by declaring my intention to crush him. I couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy and annoyed, though, since nobody had tipped me off about this intense bout ahead. "I'll emerge victorious, and I'm gonna take control of your body."
"What's giving you so much confidence?" Mary countered, scooting over to her right. I should've seen the attack coming, given that I had signed up for this showdown.
"It's just the laws of physics, mate," I replied, mere seconds before she sprang up on the monkey bars, kicked me in the face, which sent me hurtling backward to the mat, and then jumped on top of me. She was already on top, her hips pressing into my chest, and she started counting.
"One... two ..."
"Who was watching us?" Carla asked, leaning against her car while holding Izzy close.
"Nobody recognized you, Honey," Izzy revealed, shaking off her domme persona from the bar and focusing on the emerging desires Carla had. "You seemed to enjoy the idea of being watched. Your voice and moans told me so much."
"I'm taking the 5th!" Carla responded with a hint of embarrassment, even though she truly did like the thought of being adored by a secret audience.
"Guess I'll just have to spank it out of you next time," Izzy bargained, running her hands up and down Carla's leg.
"Promise!" Carla demanded, closing her eyes and imagining all the tender and tormented experiences.
"I'll let you think about it and sweat it out," Izzy joked, moved her, grasped her breasts, and slid a leg between Carla's. "I'm gonna take you on a journey where you've never been before."
"Yes, Mistress. I crave that," Carla submitted, letting herself succumb to the mysterious sensations.
"You set him up, right?" Nikki inquired as Jill entered the deck, shedding her clothes. Camilla was there, standing next to Nikki, Jill and Carla already in Jill's outdoor spa, a heater providing extra heat.
"We need a name for them, right?" Camilla added for the first time, feeling a bit timid bearing her nakedness in front of the two older women, locking eyes with Nikki before turning away.
"I told him to go for it," Jill interjected, then turning to Camilla. "You got any ideas on naming them?"
"Don't be dismissive," Camilla retorted anxiously, head down. The two older women and the female dominatrix were a trio, and Camilla was desperate to leave the scene. "Where's Brian? I could go entertain him."
"Instead of meat," Nikki teased as if joking, then moving toward the younger woman. A decade separated them. "Don't they say 'beefcake?'"
"Who said 'meat?'" Mel mocked, proudly displaying her breasts, reentering through the garage from her time at Duvessa's.
"JILL!!! ooohhhh noooo," Jill cried out in fear as she hopped out of the tub, tripping over the step and almost losing her balance. She quickly embraced Mel, who had just returned from two days of training at the Grand Mistress's lair.
"I'm done!" Camilla tried to stand up, but Nikki interrupted her. "No. The water's already so nice," Nikki chuckled as she seized Camilla's wrist and pulled her back into the spa with a splash. Camilla's head went under, and she shot up. "What the fvck!"
There wasn't a second to spare, and Nikki instinctively played her role. She grabbed Camilla's wrist, forcing her back into the water, and began using her mouth to caress Camilla's left nipple, moved her hand to Camilla's buttocks, and stroked her clit.
"Fvckkk!? Hold on! Mmm...Ohh...I wasn't...ummm, ohhhhh!" Camilla moaned as Nikki continued to caress her.
Mel and Jill turned around, observing the two females fondling each other.
But it wasn't just any hair I had in my mouth - it was thick, curly, and a part of an athletic, more mature woman. She clamped her legs down hard on my head, pushing her flesh, hair, and juices into my mouth and over my nose.
Mary had slammed her hips down, signaling a pin, and then sat on my face without mercy, periodically covering my nose, making it hard to breathe. She had even climaxed with a single heave, grinding her hips into my face.
"Just make sure you take her," Jill had instructed. "It's a red light night. Just go for it without the interview-style."
I had a great time playing and considered sending in another application. This is what got everything started: submitting to Jill, letting her be the one to inflict pain, making me feel powerless and in her control.
When Mary finished with me, she towered over me, casting a proud gaze down at her handiwork.
"Kneel before me, slave!" she ordered, testing my resistance. I hesitated to get up, but I knew there was a balance to maintain, a need to go along until she slipped up. "Quickly!"
I made my way back onto my knees and bowed my head. She opened a drawer and brought out a restraint for my right wrist. She fastened it and linked it to my left hand, causing me to lie with my hands in front of me.
The classical music continued to play, and I couldn't help but wonder about Mary's past, particularly the things she might have done to her husband.
"Get up!" she barked, causing me to struggle to my feet with the restraints on. Mary walked to the ceiling and pulled down a chain. It hit the ground with a rhythmic thud as she tightened it, raising my arms above my head and forcing me to rise on the tips of my toes.
Aroused by the change of pace, my cock swelled and stood at attention. I relished in my heightened senses.
"There's a rumor, slave, that you want to take on Duvessa," Mary said as she searched through a drawer. "Is this true?"
"Yes...yes M-mistress," I stammered, flinching as she struck me with a whip. The pain shot through me, leaving a welt that burned intensely.
"Yes WHAT?"
"Y-yes, Mistress," I yelled, writhing in agony. She continued whipping me, each strike leaving a fresh line of pain on my back.
"You're going to admit you don't want to challenge Duvessa, slave," she commanded.
"Y-yes, Mistress," I gasped, screaming out with each whip. "AHH! AHHH! AHHHH!"
"We'll keep doing this until you sound more sincere," Mary warned, drawing back for another strike.
Downstairs, Camilla and the other women had gathered in the basement, wearing robes that Jill had prepared. It was 3:30 am.
"Mary's going to beat the hell out of him! You should've seen Brian's back the last time!" Jill said, sipping some coffee spiked with Kaluha. She had made some for everyone.
"The Bitches of Cardinal Bay," Camilla said, turning her head to glare at Jill. "Or how about the Cunts of Cardinal Bay?"
"Bitches," Mel replied, running her fingers through Jill's hair.
"Yeah, Bitches..."Nikki added, kissing Camilla's full lips.
"What were you, Mistress," Mel inquired, fixing her gaze on Jill.
"Premium Pussies," Jill replied, looking over at Camilla, who shot her a dirty look. "Shall I tell the story, Camilla?"
Jill telling the story:
Nine years ago, Duvessa was only three years into her reign. Back then, she was quite hot, her naturally curly hair flowing down her back, never wearing a bra or panties. She would enter one's home, take their husbands or both, and introduce them to the witchcraft this community was based on.
Back then, we had fewer members and more crossplay, it was more intimate. It's how "red light" nights started, where people could invite others into their homes for fun.
"Speaking of invitations, where is my husband?" Mel interjected. "And why didn't you ask me about my visit with Duvessa?" she inquired, still rubbing Nikki's thighs.
"Mel's going to tell her story later," Jill said, returning her attention to Camilla. "I'll correct you if you mess up."
"You were eighteen, your ninth year since the last attempt," Jill continued. "Duvessa was in charge of her own playground, extremely bold and confident in her ability to dominate. We didn't have as many members as we do now, more intimate and more crossplay. It was where 'red light' nights were born, inviting the dommes to come inside for a good time.
"Nowadays, these nights are rare, but I wonder how many 'transactions' were made tonight," Jill added thoughtfully.
Mary returned to her dominating presence and continued to berate me until I finally admitted, "I am your slave...AHH! AHHH! AHHH!"
Jill gave me a call, instructing me to update everyone while we waited for our Mistress' return from...you know, her 'business transactions.'
Camron and Anne, Camilla's parents, were a formidable team of dominatrices in their neighborhood. They enjoyed controlling their submissives' lives for extended weekends, and they've been running their business for quite some time before this new challenge. With their vast experience, Camilla'snibernaturally" busy schedule, she was unaware of Donnie's secret plans to recruit more dommes as 'Bitches of East Turtle.'
Jill exited the room as Camilla snuggled up to Nikki, preparing her response.
Convinced by five married women frustrated with Duvessa's reign, Camron, Camilla's dad, and Anne proposed a leadership change. They believed they'd have a majority and their talents would be superior to Duvessa's since they got paid for their services, an aspect Duvessa didn't have. They had also secured loyal submissives and made preparations for a surprise meeting. But things didn't go as planned.
Duvessa was extremely persuasive, and they didn't realize she'd been tipped off. At the 'surprise' meeting, Camron turned against them, followed by Brian, causing their individuals' submissive groups to split. Their centurions couldn't maintain order; the plan fell apart.
"That's just a load of crap, Jill!" Camilla exclaimed, standing up and throwing off her robe, revealing her 36c breasts. "Let me tell you the real story."
My back was covered in whip marks from Mary, but she'd applied cream and given me water. It was likely 3 a.m. or later, and I heard the sound of a paddle hitting my ass. Nipple clamps came next, a welcome break from the whippings.
Mary struggled to maintain her hold on me, knowing release would be problematic, but her athletic build was no match for my 6'2" frame's weight.
I didn't back down, challenging Duvessa no matter how many times she refused, and each rejection came with a painful reminder.
Mary said, "You have no idea...no idea what she's capable of, the torment she's put this community through."
Tears streamed down her eyes. Out of ideas, she broke down, vulnerable. Jill once taught me to exploit that.
"You've been through a lot these past couple of years, and I bet you're lonely," I said, following Jill's advice to attack her obvious pain.
"YOU have no IDEA!" she shouted, then wept, making a move towards me. "I...I...am lonely."
Still in cuffs and hogtied, Mary sobbed, both eyes watering. She turned away with embarrassment. In that moment, I could take charge, but instead, I helped her up and hugged her.
"Let me release you, and let me hold you," I gently said, applying Jill's wisdom to offer comfort to a submissive.
Tears streamed down both eyes, turning to look at me. My lips met hers and we kissed, taking in her emotional state and the arousal from my touch. As she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, she responded emotionally.
"OHhhh, Slave..." Mary said, still gasping from being freed, her hands running up my arms. She turned, and we continued our passionate embrace. "Ohhhhh, I've missed...ohhhh."
I eased us both down on the mat, gingerly, and twisted to face her. 'Words are underestimated in submission power!' Jill had whispered into my mind.
"OH yes! OHHH! Take me, master!" Mary moaned, my cock slowly sliding into her, finding her warmth.
"Will you submit to my love, Mistress?" I asked, penetrating her, dropping to the floor in one powerful stroke. "Will you accept my dominance?"
As Mary cried out in pleasure, she gave me an opening for the rest of the night. She then whispered, "Yes! OHHH! Show me your love!"
I pushed my penis in and out of her vagina until it fit snugly, then I fucked her, thrashing her viciously almost pulling out then slamming back in.
"GODD! YESS! OH FUCK!" she shouted. "AHH! OHH! OHH! MMMm! OHHH! AHHHH!!!! YESSS! YESSSSSSS!"
She'd informed me later that her husband was her submissive and his cock was smaller than mine, having cum many times due to multiple encounters that week, I didn't stop.
"OHHH Donnie! OHHH!" she uttered, and there it was.
I extracted myself, grabbed her hips, and before she could struggle or resist, my penis was in her vagina from behind and my hand covered her throat.
"Call me Master, BITCH!" I exclaimed, sinking deep inside, rubbing the opposite side of her pussy with my penis.
"AHHgggttt! NO! NEVER! AHHH!" she said.
"Call me Master or I'm taking your ass!" I commanded, her struggles futile against my longer limbs, arm, and my weight and my hand tightening on her throat.
"AGGHFFTT! NO! I! OHHHH! FFFFFUCKKKK!"
Camilla narrating the initial coup
"I was everywhere, constantly, I reckon I lost 'daddy's' love so I looked for it in all the wrong locations, searching for it in too many beings...As 18, I certainly had my fill of every impulse my body desired.
You, Jill, set my father up for failure, causing them to divorce for a few years, accepting no accountability for what you obliterated. Affirmatively, he broke his code, but it was to safeguard you, Brian, and my Mother because YOU made a blunder.
You didn't inform them that you were making a deal without their knowledge...your HUSBAND'S knowledge, indeed. Yes, he's not around often, he's still serving two years for what you negotiated, and others paid their debts. My parents, with years subtracted from their marriage, and your husband - it seems you're the only one who gained an advantage, maintaining your position to serve either Duvessa or Mistress.
I'm still here since I want to witness you both falling, Master's proving he's better than you and Duvessa. If he takes Mary...
"It's a massive 'IF'," Jill interrupted every now and then, standing to confront the insults. She was at least four inches taller than the young woman.
The two stood gasping for breath, prepared to rip each other apart.
At that exact moment, the door from the garage swung open, and in strode Donnie, clutching a chain fastened to Mary, who was still naked, gagged, ankles shackled and arms handcuffed.
It was 4 a.m.
"Hey, is no one curious about what happened at Duvessa's?" Mel suggested, and the group chuckled nervously.
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