Neighbors Helping Neighbors in Chapter 7
The neighbors, Mel and Donnie Adler, as well as Jill and Brian Halter, are swiftly climbing the ranks of a covert BDSM organization that operates within two linked housing complexes: Cardinal Bay and Cardinal Creek. These couples live on opposite sides of the development, with Cardinal Bay being home to supreme mistress Gladys Knight, while Cardinal Creek is located across from the Knight complex.
Gladys Knight, who goes by the name Mistress Night, has been the ultimate ruler of this democratic BDSM society for years, having established control over both sides of the development using her influence on council and board meetings.
Before Gladys met her late husband Rylan, she had a professional connection to Carol Sutton, who was never married and didn't own property. Carol had introduced Gladys and Rylan to the exhilarating world of pain and pleasure, serving as their first Mistress.
Carol also has a hidden desire for Brian's cock and harbors a deep liking for him.
In this chapter, we follow Mel's story as she serves as a pawn in a grand scheme to overthrow Gladys with the help of her husband Donnie.
"Melanie!" Gladys Knight exclaimed delightedly. "It's been a month since I've seen you."
Gladys Knight and Rylan, who built Cardinal Bay and Cardinal Creek in Cedarville, Iowa, 18 years ago, transformed the area into two beautiful subdivisions with more than 60 houses. The sister developments have been fully landscaped and carved into a wooded area. Together, they resided in the gated complex, occupying both the houses and buildings between the two.
"Have a seat, dear," Gladys gestured towards the living room, while lovely Victorian-style furniture stood on the coffee table with tea and scones set out for guests. Mel's and Donnie's home was nice, but this one was lavish and impressive. "Please feel free to speak and act as you wish, we won't be starting for a while."
"Thank you, Mistress," Mel replied, choosing to maintain a formal demeanor due to memories of Jill, Donnie, and Gladys's past domination. "I am honored to be here, it is so exquisite."
"You have impeccable taste, Melanie," Gladys commented, pouring some tea and offering Mel a small bite of scone. They each took a sip and set their cups down. If Mel could escape to this place and join the intricate tapestry of Duvessa's life, she would embrace it willingly.
"You have excellent taste, Mistress," Mel commented, gazing up at Gladys with large eyes, her thoughts consumed by the joy of pain, the affection of subjugation, and the complex emotions she'd experienced over the past month.
"It's the worldly possessions we yearn for instead of what truly matters: touch, taste, feel, and our innermost thoughts," Gladys remarked, placing her hand on Mel's hand and sitting next to her on the couch. "You're looking quite lovely today, if I may inquire, how are you?"
Gladys, a psychologist, knew how to offer a compliment while connecting on a deeper level through a genuine question. She was aware of the pain, punishment, torture, and near enslavement that Mel had endured, and the combination of affirmation and genuine interest sparked the response Gladys sought.
"Oh, thank you, Mistress," Mel began, her voice breaking with emotions. She stopped crying and wiped her tears, sniffling distantly.
"You make me joyful, Melanie," Gladys reassured her, lifting Mel's head and drying her tears. "Mistress Jill has mentioned nothing but good things about your progression."
Mel's heart sank, knowing she couldn't share the truth with Gladys about Donnie's ascension and his decision to take over Jill's stable to challenge Gladys's dominion.
While in Gladys's embrace, sobbing, Mel considered unveiling the secret plot to take over Hades Night and topple Gladys.
"You make me hopeful, Melanie," Gladys continued, rubbing Mel's thigh and moving her lips to hers. Her fingers brushed the front of Mel's panties, pressing on her clit.
Mel's eyes widened as their lips met. In the confines of the large sitting area, she felt the powerful pull of desire, wanting Gladys to take her there and then, with servants passing through occasionally.
A week ago at Mel's induction, Gladys inquired about Donnie, who had assumed control of Jill's stable.
"One week ago at your initiation, I heard that Donnie has taken over Jill's stable," Gladys remarked, gently pressing her lips against Mel's, her fingers on her thigh, gradually moving up her skirt and brushing her panties.
"Mhhh...Yyye...Mistress, that's right," Mel murmured, breaking free from the kiss, staring into the dominatrix's eyes as Gladys removed her hand from her flowery dress. Gladys paused, took a deep breath through her nose, the scent of Mel's body intoxicating - a light musk and violets.
"Jill was your Mistress for most of the past month," Gladys commented, sliding her hand into Mel's chest, then enquired, "Did Jill have any information for you, kiddo?"
"I found out about it not too long ago," Mel's gaze lost in faraway thoughts, recalling the memory of her body being pinned to their island by her husband Donnie, violently penetrating her pussy as he revealed his affair with Mistress Jill.
"Jill is still your dominatrix and Donnie is Master over you both," Gladys informed, disengaging from Mel and standing up to pour herself some tea, sipping from her cup.
Mel was astonished that Gladys didn't inquire about any other affairs by Donnie or potential submissives. She should've expected more curiosity.
She asked no more questions.
"We'll retreat to my lair at 5 p.m.," Gladys stated, glancing at her watch which showed it was around 3:45 in the afternoon. "Let me show you your room."
The house seemed to span over 5000 square feet, with a grand staircase leading upstairs and a hallway Gladys led Mel along, passing various rooms before coming to a stop at one at the end.
"Someone will come for you, and should you require anything, there's a phone that goes to a service for making requests," Gladys said, eyeing Mel. "I'm so happy you're here. Melanie."
The taller, older, sleeker, and more aristocratic woman drew in close and planted a passionate kiss on Mel's lips, turning her head in the process and introducing her tongue to her mouth.
Born to hippie parents in the 1960s, young Gladys Holgran witnessed plenty of people frequented their house for parties, weed, and psychedelic trips.
She turned 18 during the summer of 1978 and her parents gifted her money for college, investments, and a car while they headed to the West Coast to work on network television productions.
Gladys came across Rylan Knight, a football player for the University of Minnesota, on a summer getaway with her friends to the Twin Cities. They became inseparable following their one weekend together - he was her first lover, adept in the art of seduction. Their romance was filled with late-night lake gatherings, Minneapolis bar-hopping, and drug indulgence.
Gladys enrolled in Minnesota that Fall and five years later, she and Rylan married at their Hackensack lake house. Only her father-in-law, who had left her mother, attended. Rylan was a business major with a job right out of college; his father handed them a plot of land in the midwest to develop into a community as a wedding present.
Their budding romance blossomed into marriage, marked by love, trust, and an open attitude to sharing their bodies with others. Gladys introduced her female friends for threesomes, while Rylan allowed male pals to make out with Gladys before sleep could take either partner.
They sailed through tumultuous seas, but Rylan assumed the role of the captain, steering the ship that carried multiple lovers. Despite their open relationship, Gladys discovered several unknown infidelities from Rylan's past.
During their last counseling session, they admitted to liking other bodies besides each other, with Rylan coming clean about some of his football buddies whom he once engaged with sexually. However, he claimed he "was done with all that."
Regarding her transgressions, Gladys confessed to indulging in submission with Carol, an accountant at his parents' investment company. She desired Rylan to be dominated as well, learning that he had been with Carol during his freshman year prior to meeting Gladys.
The couple left counseling, and afterwards befriended Carol who frequently stopped by their home. She dictated some domination - both alone or with another - and introduced them to advanced sexual behaviors.
"Once you push the envelope, the opening becomes wider," their counselor had observed, acknowledging their unique level of openness in their sexual journey.
Carol pushed their experience to new limits.
One evening, Carol asked if she could bring a friend over to discuss the "Dark Arts" and the couple sat through an explanation about denial, bondage, and pain. That night, they progressed further with Carol and her dominatrix, "FunTashia."
As Mel prepared for her commitment ceremony with Gladys during Hades Night, she stood in a robe, calling out for one of the helpers for a razor to shave herself clean. Ten minutes later, a handsome young man, dressed in workwear, provided Mel with a four-blade shaver.
He smirked flirtatiously at her before exiting the room.
She ran a bath and spent the following 30 minutes shaving and getting ready to seem enticing and attractive for Mistress Night. On her bed were ornaments and a dress to wear on the way to the establishment where her final orientation was about to begin.
"It's time, Dear..." A gorgeous lady peeked in the room, glancing at naked Mel. She wore a black corset with high boots that extended to her thighs. Her black eyeliner was strong against the silver eyeshadow in a wider-than-usual cat eye look. Mel observed her breasts held up and her nipple showing through the corset when she walked, complimented her by saying, "You look gorgeous, darling."
Mel had placed the leather cuffs on her ankles, wrists, and the belt around her waist, all with loops for clips to connect. The woman draped a robe over her bare body, attached a chain to her waist adornment, and began leading her out the door.
Mel's head was down, watching the lovely lady's ass moving and shaking while walking. She wanted to lick and smell her 20-year-old flesh. The leather thong under the net stockings that tightly held her buttocks looked enticing.
The breathtaking architecture, blossoms outside windows of the grand rooms, and people working to prepare for Saturday's celebration all made her feel at ease.
Mel wanted to be HERE.
Two large muscular guys, without shirts in leather chaps strolled by, nodding at the woman and Mel. The woman led them down a long corridor that descended underground.
Natural light filtered in through windows at the top, the floors illuminated with LED lighting, shelves with ledges held vases and flowers, making the area smell fragrant.
"I'm home," Mel whispered to herself. "I don't ever want to leave."
The hallway dipped then rose, and after a four-minute walk they entered a circular room through a garage door-sized opening. The high ceilings above had to be part of the complex you could see from Jill's deck. In the middle of the vast space stood a circular stage, with stairs leading up on all sides.
Mel imagined sacrificing herself in the middle of the empty room. She felt special to come here even if they were going to carve out her heart and feed it to the workers buzzing around outside.
"Just drink my blood, sweet Duvessa," she whispered, admiring the energy of the room.
Mel's bare feet felt the coolness of the tile floor that merged into stone steps. The stage featured a wooden and cushioned surface and a pad with nothing else.
"Mistress Night will be here shortly," the youthful woman said unclipping the chain and taking off the robe. Mel knelt on a pad with her heels planted on her sit bones, her head bowed. When the young woman left, Mel felt slightly disappointed, wishing she could witness and participate in the torture, the sacrifice.
"Meditate by reminding yourself that you are strong, and you are worthy," Jill had told Mel several times, helping prepare her mentally. Mel repeated these words to herself, trusting her will to satisfy would heighten her performance.
When she heard new footfalls approaching, the noise drowned out the workers behind her. Mel remained with her head down, waiting for her savior. It was a final killing of her previous self, making room for a new soul filled by her Mistress Night.
The footsteps grew louder and closer, gradually slowing near the stage steps.
Mel felt HER presence.
"Rise, Urchin!" Mistress Night boomed, Mel promptly rising. There would be a whip introduced.
Mel could smell the young servant girl again. She began collecting the chains, clipping them to her ankles, waist, and adornments.
The furious snapping sounds stopped, the cracking moment, and the pain came together simultaneously.
"AGHFFT!" Mel screeched, as the accuracy of Mistress Night's whip left a mark on her stomach. Seconds later, a second and a third hit; "AHHFFT! AGGGHT!"
A nearly perfect "N" formed under Mel's breasts, marking HER slave with Mistress's initial.
The chains moved and took in the slack at once, the young woman adjusted their placing. Mel felt her hands, and this time, a slap across her head by Mistress Night.
Mistress pushed a button on her belt and the chains swiftly and surprisingly smoothly pulled Mel off the ground, suspended motionless.
In an "X" position, hovering slightly above the floor, Mel's whole body was suspended, swaying slightly but the forces were evenly distributed. Mistress walked towards her and placed her hand on the markings on Mel's skin.
A table made of wooden boards emerged from the floor, raising itself mechanically.
"My mark is only the beginning of our transformation," Duvessa said, addressing the sky and raising her arm triumphantly. "A single body, at your disposal, to be taken through the depths of hell and brought to the gates of heaven."
"Queen Lucia, this woman is yours to lead," Mistress Night commanded, her hand now tracing the "N" etched into Mel's abdomen. "A mark made by my whip, a sign of submission."
The young woman came closer to Mel, examining her face as she swayed slightly. A throne appeared on a raised platform behind them, and Mistress walked up to stand above her subjects.
"Look at your Mistress, your guide," Queen Lucia demanded, Mel turning her head to face Lucia, whose body touched hers as they stood face to face.
A powerful wave of desire swept over Mel's body as Duvessa's hair was transformed into thorny roses, the black feathers and lace merging with the bright red color. Her leather clothes were covered in metal loops, studs, diamonds and glittered with $25,000 worth of sparkling embellishments. Her boots covered her legs, the red hue playing a significant part in her outfit, arrived at her thighs, pointed at the toes, and completed by crotchless stockings.
"Do you hunger for her openings," Lucia murmured in Mel's ear, inviting her to witness the exhibition. Mel could not help but stare at her Master's exposed opening, glistening wet with eagerness for Mel's attentions.
"ANSWER ME!" Lucia hollered, striking Mel's face.
"AGHHFFTT!" Mel's head snapped back in shock and confusion. "YES! I hunger for you, my Mistress, I hunger for you!"
"The first chamber after the entrance to hell is called 'Limbo', slave," Lucia explained, walking between Mel's legs and hovering her face barely an inch away from Mel's wet folds. "Imagine, a place where you can almost touch that which you desire, yet can't possess it."
Mistress Lucia continued to tease Mel, her breaths accelerating, getting closer and closer to Mel's pussy but not actually making contact.
"Suddenly a circle of men surrounded her head, they were well above six feet tall, with masks and their cocks hanging down. There were five of them," Lucia mentioned, a sly glint in her eyes. "There are two circles of hell."
"The second circle is called 'Lust', the complete opposite of Limbo," Lucia declared and, unannounced, a flaccid penis was shoved into her mouth. She opened to accept it, pushing it in with her lips in pleasure. "In this chamber of Hades, your appetite for everything will be relentlessly fulfilled until it loses its pleasure."
The suspended table was moved closer to underneath Mel's body. A man was placed on it, his body underneath her own, his cock easily slipping inside Mel's cunt.
"Mmmfftt!" Mel moaned, her throat filled with lust for her Mistress. A second man began to press against her backside, his cock forcing itself in and out of her.
Now double penetrated, Mel searched for approval from Duvessa, seeking her permission to please her during this experience. But she only received a detached stare in return.
Another massive cock appeared in front of Mel's face, hanging over the table. The man on the table filled both her cunt and her ass at the same time. An even smaller cock stood ready next to it.
She opened her mouth, welcoming the cock in.
"OHHHhfFFTTTGAHFFTT!" she screamed, throat filling with the thickness of the cock and the penetration of both men. She tried to satisfy her Mistress's desires while the other two men watched patiently.
"Imagine an endless line of male bodies, starving to enter your openings and you'll never be sated from their cravings," Mistress Lucia added, dramatizing the situation by displaying the men around Mel.
Meanwhile, on the second floor, Carol watched the scene unfolding from a room with windows along the ceiling. Brian was taking Carol from behind while the woman who ruled over them both was stroking his cock live.
"Ohhhh, You say....Oh...Brian," Carol murmured, her face pressed against the window. "She's the secret to everything...."
Carol briefly disregarded the standard protocol, enjoying hastily with Brian without forcing him to play a subservient role.
"Woohoo! Faster...AHHH! Yes!" Carol cried out as Brian filled her, the warmth of a long-held load, something Brian rarely allowed her to experience. "Mmmmm, AHHHhh."
Brian held her there, still inside, letting it slowly recede.
"She's truly spectacular," Carol murmured about Mel, her hands now rubbing Brian's torso, watching Mel take the fourth and fifth cock in her mouth, all five men finishing inside her body. "I can't wait to meet her."
The story of Rylan and Gladys Knight's marriage eventually led to Carol and blossomed into a full-fledged lifestyle that took them to dungeons across the United States. Carol gained VIP access to a dark arts festival in Europe and that's where they met Brian and Jill.
Brian Young was dating Jill Nuetsel when Carol invited him along to an accounting conference in Europe. The simultaneous "kinkster" festival going on nearby was a client that she loved to work for, where Mistress FunTashia did most of her work.
Carol had dated Brian for a few months, she knew his proclivities and enthusiasm for assuming any role in the bedroom. It was one of those situations where they simply didn't share the same interests, which ultimately doomed the relationship.
"If I didn't crave so much variety, I would've married him just for the cock," Carol often confessed to Gladys and Rylan. Carol set them up with Jill and Brian before leaving, introducing them over drinks.
Grays and Rylan learned about BDSM under Carol's guidance during the day and connected with Jill and Brian at night. Gladys and Rylan engaged in two full-swap scenes with the couple in a public dungeon.
Over the next few months, the couples became closer, and the Knights hired Brian as their lead accountant, tasked with setting the business model for the development of a property in Iowa.
Jill received dominatrix training, similar to what she unleashed on Donnie and Mel, from Gladys and spent a lot of time with the couple alone. Brian remained in Iowa, renting a small house, overseeing the contractors, realtors, and everyone else, continuously updating Rylan on the development.
Their initial plan was to sell lots to BDSM enthusiasts only. Jill started her realtor job by attending festivals and dungeons around the country and the world, selling development plots and other properties.
As a domme, Jill honed her skills and brought her dominating side home to Brian, asserting control over their bedroom.
She had about a dozen leads to sell property but only two, including she and Brian, ever purchased land and built a house. The other couple was Mary and Willy Hildebrand, Mary now entrenched firmly in Donnie's Stable as a pet.
"We must sell and develop the community from within," Carol stated to the group, bringing together Gladys and Rylan, who she called "The Board." "This is a unique area, and only affluent individuals can afford to develop. Most of the time, affluent people have specific desires."
Jill acquired a real estate license while traveling, meaning she didn't need to partner with anyone, and began selling plots of land to build on. She aimed to gauge buyer preferences, making deals sweeter for couples fitting their lifestyle.
"I can get a feel for a couple after only two meetings," Jill shared with Carol, Gladys, and Rylan. "I wear something a bit sexier on the second one, watching where their eyes would roam and if they're flirty."
Jill kept a ratings book, making notations on everyone during the process of buying the land, hiring the builder, and finally moving in.
She used that information later for "prospecting," mining their fetishes.
Over the course of a couple of hours, Mistress Night and Queen Lucia took Mel through mini-scenes, one from each of the Circles 3 through 9 - the rooms surrounding the event center.
"You have five minutes to think about your decision," Mistress Night announced, sending Lucia, the Queen, home for the night. Mel's body, now covered in marks from various BDSM activities showcased in the "Nine Circles," slumped onto the mat after being freed from her chains.
"Hades Night" emerged, combining Halloween celebrations the community held early on with the dynamic scenes Carol, Mistress FunTashia, and Mistress Night built. Dante's Inferno served as the foundation for the architects' inspiration, finding design ideas in the surrounding woods and the dark desires of the board.
The nine circles of Hell were mirrored by the nine side rooms converted for Hades Night every fall. While the large center was used throughout the year for meetings, conventions, weddings, and graduations, it had no overt signs indicating a BDSM or Hell theme, ensuring discretion.
"Desire. Pick two slaves," Mel said after a brief pause, delighting in the five cocks that had entered her, increasing her craving for the night's group play. She felt most content just taking the offered flesh and allowing Mistress Night to fill her body as she desired.
"Which level do you wish to strive for, pet?" Mistress Night asked merely as a formality. She was Jill's possession, officially in Jill's stable, soon to be handed over to Gladys in exchange for the position of Grand Mistress that Jill desired.
"I want to serve a Master or Mistress," she said, climbing above centurion as a straight submissive.
"Very well, Child," she murmured, the time passing well beyond dinner. "I'll see you in five days to complete your training. Centurions, take her back to her room."
Mel felt disheartened that Queen Lucia wasn't there to escort her, the men being the ones who had cum inside her. They cuffed her, one holding her wrists while the other repeated the lengthy journey up the hallway.
The sensations afterwards, creams and ointments soothing by masking some of the pain, the throbbing of muscles and welts cooling against her bare body, the robe left on the stage.
The men laid her on the bed and five women appeared, beginning to apply lotion on her, alleviating her muscles, flesh, a cream that was intensely strong at first on her holes, a finger slipping inside her pussy, warmth initially intense, then comforting.
"Sleep, child," The taller of the two men, Mel thought he was the first to cum down her throat. "When you awaken, call for a car and it'll take you home."
Mel surrendered to slumber.
After satisfying his long-time friend Carol, Brian returned to Jill, updating her on the takeover of Hades Night.
Gladys altered her appearance and met Carol for dinner.
Carol was at ease and pleased, Brian's movements into her body calming her tumultuous thoughts. She had a mission for the dinner and intended to allow Gladys to speak, wine loosening her lips and muddling Gladys' judgment.
Carol sought nuggets of information.
"Unrest hasn't been akin to the year we had to banish," Gladys responded to Carol's question about community stability while surrounded by half-naked males and females serving them drinks. "However, I notice activity in the stables."
"Movement?" Carol questioned, conscious of more than Gladys had shared but still thirsty for additional details.
"Jill will eventually reach the rank of Grand Mistress. Her submission to Donnie provides me with an extra advantage at dawn on Sunday," Gladys said. "It was quite a secretive collaboration between the two adjoining couples, establishing my control of that section of Cardinal Bay."
"And he's a budding Dom, right?" Carol inquired for confirmation. "Donnie's role over Jill's stable, Jill's control over Mel, and Mel being offered to you cedes that street entirely to you."
"Yes, and he doesn't have anyone else outside of Jill and with his wife becoming my property at midnight..." Gladys continued, her hand caressing Carol's knee. "This makes me invulnerable, so to speak."
In bed with Jill and Brian, Rylan and Gladys, the foundations of the community were conceived, the ranks, the vision brewed up over weeks and weekends in opulent locations and a multitude of bodies.
"In Iowa?" Carol questioned, struggling to envision the deeply conservative, Bible belt state, spawning this actual community of kink with leadership and lenient regulations on sexual activities.
Carol was soon to acquire land in Gladys Iowa development. She had established an accounting office, working with Jill's real estate company, the two joking that the third element could be a recruiting hub for BDSM enthusiasts. She signed the lease and that evening, a company in Europe she had attempted to join before accepting their offer called.
They had wanted her a year ago, but she had declined, the excitement of the new development piquing her curiosity. Now, Carol felt the weight of obligation that came with the land purchase, the development, and the tedious details, making it more work than enjoyment at this point.
Carol worried her fondness for Brian, working closely with him might jeopardize the good relationship they had and compelled her to accept the job and move far away to Finland where the corporation was based.
Yet, Carol remained carefree and the cardinal community began with the "original four", though she was imprinted into the bylaws as a "special counselor."
Brian and Jill had kids, three in five years, and the council of the society was born between Mary & Willy, Rylan & Gladys, Camron & Anne, and Brian & Jill. They were all in similar life stages, raising families, but found time to enjoy one another and be served by the community.
The "original four" were the development's HOA and the development's "board of directors." They organized and membership fees were established like stocks, earning a minor profit at first and then increasing. They hosted weddings and conferences at the facility, subsequently adding buildings and spaces, attracting various events.
All funds generated from the weddings and conferences went in favor of the Homeowners Association (HOA) and dividends for those who embraced the idea. They established the Limited Liability Company (LLC) named "Societal Events," and designed the bylaws for the 'society' and the developments, incorporating the HOA's structure into the LLC's framework.
Rylan and Gladys served as co-CEOs and Supreme Masters, and while it was theoretically possible for the positions to rotate, this setup fostered both meritocracy and democracy. Questioning one aspect would lead to questioning both, and Hades Night attendees, who were shareholders, held a degree of influence over the control.
The stable concept grew more popular, spurring dommes in the neighborhood to be more involved and seek to expand their stables by collaborating with neighbors. This movement was effective, bringing in numerous households and distinguishing "vanilla" households with a Cardinal figurine to display outside.
Those intertwined with the society were awarded a gnome with a cardinal on its shoulder from Finland.
Gladys and Rylan maintained authority due to their business acumen, politics, and their dedication to serving and expanding their stables. Carol played a significant role as a mentor, conducting events for society members. At the height of their influence, nearly 55% of the 60+ houses participated in light BDSM, and 25% owned private dungeons within their properties.
Carol invited renowned BDSM experts from around the globe who educated the council, supervised dungeon development, and established the hierarchy. The educational spectrum included bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, and finally, sadism and masochism.
The appetite for the more brutal practices increased, but Cameron and Anne stayed true to the fundamentals of BDSM. Their techniques garnered positive feedback, expanding their following, while Jill and Brian eagerly sought more pain and degradation for Gladys and Rylan's enjoyment.
Camron and Anne commenced experimenting with Jill and Brian, commencing a power struggle for the Supreme Master and Mistress positions.
"Can you believe it's the 10th anniversary?" Gladys asked wryly, her body was pressed against Carol's, the effects of an afternoon's enjoyment with Mel evident on her face. "Ohhh... oh my God! Ohhh!"
Her body convulsed in pleasure as Carol's fingers worked expertly between her legs, Carol's own climax came as Brian penetrated her.
"You'll have to forgive my faking it," Carol apologized as they broke their embrace and dressed.
"I'm sure," Gladys replied, her long hair cascading over her body. "You're a pro at making me cum."
Carol regulated her clothing and looked at Gladys, her short black hair giving her a resemblance to Halsey, a popular singer in the early 2020s. Her breasts drooped slightly, but her nipples protruded.
"Do you own a property up for sale?" Carol asked, musing if it was time to commit fully to the community.
"You know I've said that annually for the past twenty years," Gladys remarked with a laugh. "I'm starting to think you're not teasing."
"I might not be," Carol chimed, drawing closer for a kiss. "Remember how much of a fuck up you were when Rylan passed away?"
Gladys recounted the details surrounding Rylan's death and revealed that night she had taken an overdose of pills to end her life.
The authorities claimed heart attack, but there were mysteries surrounding the timing and cause of the heart attack.
Gladys survived her suicide attempt, with the community, particularly Carol, rallying around her. She rebounded from rehab, adopted yoga, meditation, and an optimistic outlook supplied by Carol. She adored Rylan, desired his children but was unable to conceive, and over time, their shared lifestyle became more appealing to her. She had numerous bonds within the community, worldwide, yet none were as strong as her bond with Carol.
After confronting Brian, who was present during Rylan's death, rumors circulated that Rylan and he enjoyed a romantic relationship, and an intimate act between them triggered the fatal heart attack.
Gladys endured the difficulties of rehab, discovering yoga, meditation, and a relentlessly positive attitude thanks to Carol. Gladys reminisced about Rylan, longing for his children, but unquestionably associating her life's meaning with the lifestyle she shared with her husband and with the support of her community, led by Carol.
Brian admitted to the rumor and being with Rylan for the past three years, kneeling before her and pleading for mercy. This led to three years of servitude to Gladys, with Jill officially transferring ownership to her during a meeting last year.
Brian served as Carol's connection to the community and the Supreme Mistress for the fourth year.
Following the conclusion of "The Longest Night," Brian and Jill retreated into the bedroom, lurid moans filling the air as others departed for the morning.
It was 5:30 AM.
Mel and Camilla crossed the street and separated into their respective dwellings, while Nikki sped off in her car.
I led Mary to her house, draping Brian's coat over her since she remained in the nude, saying nothing as we walked.
Upon arriving, I grabbed her by the throat, her defiant gaze meeting mine.
"Don't mess with me!" I declared, positioning my face close to hers. "Answer me!"
Her lips remained unmoved, a silent impatience in her eyes.
She met my gaze. "I'm the deciding vote, right Master?"
Her snide tone had been within my grasp for only a week, but currently, there was just one thing left for me to do.
I surprised her, grabbing her arms and throwing her to the floor, knowing her nimble movements. I swiftly pounced on her. The coat slid off her, revealing her naked body, and I kicked away my sweatpants, revealing my semi-erect cock.
"This is your Master, Hildy, my Pet!" I growled, her head jerking back to look at me. My attention shifted to her ass, my tongue tracing around the rosy opening.
"OH GODDDD! Ohhhhhhh," she moaned softly, her body not tasted in this manner in years. "MMmmmm...Ohhhh."
I coated her asshole with saliva, my mouth stretching it open wide, pulling her cheeks apart with my hands, my tongue probing deeper.
"Ohhh...Gooodddd...Prrrrrrrr" She began her pet-like noises again. "Eowwwww...prrrr...Ohhhh!"
I prepared her for anal sex earlier in the night, the musty scent of her cunt inciting me. I added more saliva, then stood up. My dick fully erect, I spit into my palm before stroking it. Hildy angled her hips for me.
"Fuck me hard, Master! Ride me!" She purred, my head close to her entrance. I aligned my cock with the tight muscle, beginning to push inside. "OHHHH OHheeeowww...MOre, more!"
She slipped down my shaft with astonishing ease, bringing her hips up to meet me. The temporary cuffing thwarted her movements, and her face pressed against the carpet near the front door. Her picture window was wide open for anyone to see. "YESS! YESSS! OHHH! EOOWWWWOOWOOOWWW!"
I pushed inside and spent a moment savoring the sensation, then withdrew and pushed back in, her legs shaking, her entire body pushed forward.
"EEOOOOWWWW! OH! OH! OH! AHHHH! AHHH! AHHH!" we collided, her head now elevated, her arms behind her cuffs for traction.
Now in a frenzy, I thrust inside her, groaning as her athletic body responded. The 'thud' of my hips hitting her rounded posterior providing an added sexual element.
"EEOOOWWWEEOOOOWWW! OH! OOOH! OH! AHHH! AHHH!" we continued, her voice raspy with desire, "YES! YESSS! OH, OH, OH! AHHHHH!!!"
I ejaculated inside her, my cock spasming before wilting. I held myself there, her hips bucking in search of more, her purring becoming soothing as I backed off, gathered my sweatpants, and retrieved the key for her cuffs.
"You're mine, Sir," Mary submitted, kissing me.
Carol remained at Gladys's home that evening, departing for a while to visit a person in the community. Brian had put them in contact for a potential business deal.
She later returned, sharing tales of days past and about Brian, along with their aspirations. Gladys proposed they join forces.
"You're great with business," she boasted, cuddling naked with Carol. "We could partner."
Carol wasn't a fan of mixing business with pleasure, she asserted as she lunged towards Gladys, their lips locking. Her hand grabbed Gladys', placing it on her clit. Carol moaned, "Fuck me...Ohhhhh..."
Gladys eagerly thrust her fingers in between Carol's legs, delighting in the person who'd soon shatter her world.
"Ohhh....mmmm...shit...I've gotta pee." Carol exclaimed, standing up, Gladys' fingers withdrawing.
"I've been missing you so much...Can we make this a recurring thing?" Gladys inquired, watching Carol pee in the master bathroom.
"Possibly," Carol replied, although her intentions were to make regular rendezvous, she didn't share her true motives with Gladys yet. "I've got a flight; next time, let's torment Brian together and ride his cock into the night."
"Yes, Mistress," Gladys responded, giving Carol the reply she desired. She then stepped back into the bedroom, kneeling on the floor.
"Excellent," Carol acknowledged, standing beside Gladys with her gaze averted. "Very, very good."
No one was aware of the trials Gladys had undergone with Carol. Her sexual orientation and her intentions for Thursday, the prelude to Sunday's Hades Night celebration. I had various tasks to attend to.
Returning from intercourse with Mary's ass, I was finally starting to feel the recent weeks' fatigue.
"Good thing you're retired," I pondered, striding into the house, where Kaiser, my dog, was sleeping on his mat. Despite the lingering scent of sex, the place appeared somewhat tranquil.
In the shower, I experienced a moment of hesitation, the water cascading over my aching muscles. I contemplated retreating from it all, apologizing to Mel and reverting back to ordinary marital life, where we'd just have plain sex.
Drying off, I had an unsettling feeling in my stomach. I recalled Mel's statement.
"Being of service is sexual," Mel confessed to me after I dominated her on the island, releasing my centurions on her.
Nude and fresh from the shower, I gently climbed onto the bed beside Mel, already asleep and naked. Then, I remembered something she'd said.
"Your cock is hardening," Mel noticed, partly awake but still drowsy.
Gingerly, I aligned my shaft with her well-used, moistened pussy and slowly pushed inside, cradling her in my arms and dozing.
Worn out from the night before, I anticipated meeting with Jill at noon.
Mel still unresponsive, I had to realise the groundwork for my plan to wrest control of the society.
"A strong, dedicated group of experienced dominatrixes who can instruct new ones, as well as a team of submissives willing to obey would be ideal," Jill reasoned the evening I dominated Camilla, Brian, and Nikki.
Mary was pivotal, so I cemented her place in our group.
Jill informed me Nikki was organising another inexperienced female dominant for me. I needed certainty about what would occur at the Hades Night celebration, and how to seize control.
I opened the door to find Jill in compliance with my instructions, dressed respectably in a white dress and a knit cardigan, with no bra or panties, her nipples slightly erect from the chilly weather.
"Hello, Master," she addressed me, demonstrating her readiness.
I nodded, she bowed and advanced towards the kitchen.
"Present yourself," I ordered, and promptly, Jill increased her leg width and hunched over, her slender torso lowered until resting on the kitchen floor.
I removed my sweatpants and boxers, then presented myself to her.
"Pleasure me, Mistress," Jill yearned, her arousal palpable. I attended to her, releasing my pent-up tension quickly. She pleased me to the point of fading into a post-orgasmic haze.
Looking into her eyes, completely exposed on our "platform," her hands gently caressed my face. We had connected before, and this instance was a fusion of everything we'd shared from the beginning until now.
We kissed tenderly, gradually, her gaze averted, I placed my fingers under her chin and regained her focus, connecting my mouth to hers, and we merged into a prolonged, open-mouthed kiss, with tongues intertwined.
I reached down and picked up her dress, handing it to her.
"Let's discuss business," I said, using one of my phrases to transition away from our roles, leading her to the swivel chairs in front of our back windows.
"Yes, my love..." she said, taking my hand and being drawn to her on the inside, a moment I would recall amidst the chaos that was to come later.
"We have a week remaining, Urich!" Mistress Night exclaimed, the lash of her whip on Brian's ass, fastened against the wall, his legs tied to a spreader. "That's all you have for me!"
"AGGHHHFFF MISTRESS I SWEAR!" Brian sobbed, enduring another blow, after being paddled, sodomized with a dildo, flogged, and his penis slapped until his balls were swollen.
"Your WIFE is up to something," Mistress Night raged. "If she hadn't been giving Puella (Mel) to me, she would be here too. Do you understand how much you still owe me? The life of my husband?"
"AGGHHHFFTTT! AHHHH!" Brian howled, the whip's tip harsh and leaving welts. "I swear, she's loyal...loyal to a fault, Mistress! AHHHGFFFTT!"
Carol watched from above, desperately trying to stop Gladys, her feelings for Brian far stronger than she desired, the punishment far beyond the threshold of torture.
She forced a smile and nodded in approval to Mistress Night when the domme would seek her opinion.
"I'm going to rock your world, Gladys..." Carol said, her grin dazzling as she towered over her and her domain.
We hadn't engaged in lovemaking prior to this moment.
Earlier, we engaged in extramarital sex on the island and it intensified into domination, with Jill developing a hunger for new submissives and training me to dominate both her and others.
Now, it was gentle lovemaking on the island (or platform), and we were teasingly conversing about the upcoming weekend, my mind wandering to Jill more than the strategies.
"First, it's about the chips you supposedly own, believe you own, or earn that night," Jill said, her foot massaging my leg. "That happens during the first hours and it's important, but not the determining factor. Being victorious in the initial stage gets you in the game, and then the competition commences."
"And you collect chips by controlling or being controlled, each dom, domme, and submissive accumulating them through their actions," I recounted Jill's words, her foot now in my groin, recalling a first date in college when a female student had wanted me desperately. "So your subs and dommes accumulate them towards the stable's total, then each stable's chips are multiplied."
"Yes!" Jill agreed, her foot eliciting a response from my overworked member. "Therefore, getting Ron to branch out into Cardinal Creek, AND working with Tina's Mistress is significant!"
"Then....Oh Christ, Jill...Ohhhhhh..." I gasped, engrossed in Jill's smitten face, her foot still playing with me. "Ohhhh, God..."
As it neared 1 p.m., the bedroom door crept open softly, Mel appearing in a robe. She ventured to the kitchen, brought back coffee, and observed Jill on her knees between my legs only briefly.
Pouring the cold liquid into a cup and placing it in the microwave, her arms leaning on the platform where I had just made love to Jill.
I gazed at my wife, Jill gyrating her head over my groin, her hand stroking me. Mel walked over and sat in Jill's chair, admiring her head bobbing, rising to suck the tip.
Mel merely sipped her coffee.
"Our new everyday life," Mel joked, her robe parting, showcasing her breasts.
"Join her, Wife!" I commanded, reclaiming my dominance.
Mel rose, sipping again, and then lowering herself to the floor, removing her robe, moving Jill aside. I shifted to the edge of the swivel chair, allowing my bottom cheeks to separate, exposing my dangling testicles.
Jill slowly came down, devouring my hairless grapes one by one with their juices, while Mel gulped down my manhood - an action she'd only learnt just four weeks back, but had seemingly mastered it now.
"Damn..." I slammed, I couldn't believe this, two amazing women from my life catering to me at the same time.
Jill smeared my balls with her tongue, licking vigorously from underneath, her fingers fixed in position on my leg. Mel, on the other hand, was burying it deep inside her and then pulling it back out swiftly, her mouth baring the evidence by spurting spit on my head before returning to push it all in again. Her skill and accuracy helped her go faster, producing moans and groans within me.
"OH my god...OHH! Take it, pass it on to Jill," I chanted, my climax approaching quickly, my hands on Mel's hair and sides of her face coaxing her to back off. Splurting like a broken water pipe, the mixture rushed up and out of my member.
It tumbled down my penis and onto my balls, where Jill licked and suckled it, swallowing the first two spurts before covering the head and sucking away, resembling a straw. Jill soon found herself making progress halfway up, and Mel departed, allowing Jill to take over.
Jill surged up, united with Mel, each hand on Mel's breasts; their lips met in a passionate kiss, trading my spattered offering between them, exchanging their tongues. They carried on with this routine for a while before intuitively drifting up my body, me, now, in a sitting position, and into my lap.
"Can we revert to our usual activities, ladies?" I asked.
"Yes... Sir..." they replied in unison with a mischievous grin on their faces.
Gladys called it quits with Brian, ending his torture attempt, trying various new mental tactics and sadistic ways to extract information.
"I'm uncertain, Carol," Gladys said. "Brian's never been good at talking and is just as fond of inflicting persecution as anyone."
"So are Brian and Jill in sync, and are there many others who could mess up the plan?" Carol echoed, she discarded her Mistress Night attire and changed into some slacks and a decorative blouse, heaving her breasts up with it. "I'm leaving in an hour; have an appointment at my yoga centre."
"I will sail by in the vicinity making rounds," Gladys retorted.
Carol waved from the steps of the main house as Gladys backed off, then after making her way to the dungeon where Brian was confined, "Oh my pet, should I ride you one more time, but I'm in a hurry to catch my flight", she murmured, placing her hand on Brian's face through the cage's bars. "You did a remarkable job serving us today. I'll keep you updated with further instructions." [2]
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