de Lune, Clair - Initiation [Prometheus in Chains 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Clair de Lune

  “Why would he want an ugly old tart like you? He never takes a sub, and he never collars one. You will not be the first. You only wear that long skirt to cover your fat, ugly, old legs.”

  Jane still said nothing but untied the scarf and took it off, revealing the collar and the name on the tag.

  All the subs gasped.

  “I don’t believe it’s his. You faked it!” screeched the small blonde.

  “Now, Jessica, back off.” A fortysomething woman and her friend came to stand by Jane

  “We old tarts have to stick together,” she said with a smile.

  Jessica flounced out of the room and slammed the door hard.

  “Don’t mind her. I’m Gloria, and this is Gemma. Jessica is looking for a permanent Dom, but she hasn’t found one, and Master Angus turned her down flat. Mind…” Gloria looked worried.

  “I’ve been coming here for five years, and I have never seen him with a sub for more than one night. There are rumours that he had an affair that went bad and he still carries the scars. Just be careful.”

  Jane thanked her. It only confirmed what she felt. This would be temporary, and it was up to her not to let it get out of hand. Too late, she thought and fingered the disc on her collar.

  She left the locker room with Gloria and Gemma.

  Chapter Five

  Jessica was on the receiving end of a telling off from Master Prometheus, who did not appreciate door slamming. When he had said all he wanted to, he said, “Go and take this slip to Master Torquil.”

  Jessica paled, took the slip, and went into the main room, mouthing, “This is all your fault,” as she passed Jane, a comment that was not missed by Master Prometheus.

  “Who is Master Torquil?” Jane whispered.

  “The Dungeon Master,” said Gloria, “and you do not want to meet him. Jessica is going to get the spanking of her life.”

  They went through the double doors together, but Gemma and Gloria went to the uncollared subs area and Jane went to the bar as she had been told to do. Master Angus was there with the armband of a monitor on his arm.

  “I have to do duty for a couple of hours. I will be around and will check up on you from time to time and so will Prometheus. Do you want to have a drink or sit with the uncollared subs?”

  “I don’t really drink very much,” she replied, so he took her over to the other subs and she sat with Gemma and Gloria.

  Mistress Catriona came over to collect a sub and said, “It looks as if Master Angus took my advice.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Jane said.

  “Keep out of mischief,” Mistress Catriona said, putting a lead on a tall, blonde sub and leading him off.

  Suddenly all the subs dropped to their knees, eyes down. Jane did her best but was slow and none too graceful.

  “Do not ever slam another door in Prometheus in Chains,” a deep voice said, and Jessica sat down very gingerly.

  “No, Master Torquil,” she said, her voice hoarse from crying.

  The huge boots appeared in front of Jane.

  “Look at me, sub,” Jane looked up and up. A huge, heavily muscled and tattooed man glared at her.

  “Up,” he said and she scrambled to her feet, none too elegantly. He fingered her collar and asked, “Training?”

  “Yes, Master Torquil,” she whispered.

  “Not doing too well, are you?”

  Jessica snorted in derision, and Master Torquil whipped around to confront her.

  “If you have something to say, say it to me!”

  “No, nothing, Master Torquil,” Jessica said hurriedly.

  “Then be silent! Or take the consequences!”

  “Yes, Master Torquil, please no more,” she begged.

  “Very well, be still and silent.” He turned back to Jane. “I asked you a question!”

  “No, Master Torquil.”

  “I will inform Master Angus, and he can attend to it.”

  “A word with you, Master Torquil.” Master Prometheus took Master Torquil aside, they both looked at Jane and Master Prometheus explained for his ears alone.

  “Useless bloody sub,” said Master Torquil and strode away.

  “He said it!” said Jessica

  “What is it with you?” asked Gloria

  “Yes, indeed, I’d be glad to hear the answer to that.” Master Angus was standing to one side of the sub’s area and had not been noticed as all the subs’ attention had been focused on Masters Prometheus and Torquil. Jessica paled and looked at Jane, but then lost all caution.

  “She is old and fat and ugly, and she should not be here.”

  There was a shocked gasp from all the other subs.

  “You seem not to have learned your lesson,” said Master Angus in a voice that made Jessica pale.

  “My office now,” said Master Prometheus

  Jane stood miserably, looking at the ground, and her eyes filled with tears. Jessica was right. She should not be there. “Too old, too fat, too ugly.” The words went round and round in her head. She should go. Blindly, she started towards the doors.

  “And just where do you think you are going? I told you to stay here!”

  A large hand took hold of her by the back of her neck.

  “Look at me, sub!”

  There was no choice. She looked at him and read anger and understanding in his eyes.

  “She is a stupid little cunt, jealous as hell, and you will take no notice of her!”

  Jane shook her head, tears she could not contain running down her face. Master Angus looked round for Prometheus. “Oh, hell, where is he?” he said. “You stay here and do not move,” he said to Jane.

  She stood there in the middle of the club, unable to move, head down and tears streaming down her face. All the other subs were silent, most looking at her in sympathy.

  Chapter Six

  What seemed like hours later but could only have been five minutes, Master Angus reappeared.

  “Come here.” He took her hand and led her to what was fast becoming “their” alcove.

  “On my lap,” he said. “I have spoken to Prometheus, and I am off duty for a while, so we are going to sort this out now, tonight, and it will never be mentioned again. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

  “Strip,” he ordered.

  “Please, Master Angus. No, no!” She pleaded.

  “Strip! Now!” he repeated.

  She fell to her knees and begged not to have to do it.

  “We have to sort this out before we can move forward,” he said more kindly. “I am willing to blindfold you if it helps, but you will do it. Strip now.”

  She looked up at him, dread in her tear-drowned eyes.

  “Do you trust me?”

  She looked into his eyes and realized that she did trust him and whispered, “Yes, Master Angus.”

  “So you will do this for me, mo run.”

  “She bowed her head and whispered, “Yes, Master Angus” so quietly he had to lean closer to hear. He took a blindfold and when he had covered her eyes she could see nothing, and very slowly she took off her corset.

  “Good, mo run, now the skirt.” Ever more slowly she pushed the skirt down over her hips and slipped out of it. She was naked, and everyone could see her less than perfect body. What if they laughed at her? She clung like a limpet to Master Angus as he said,

  “Now we will take a walk.”

  * * * *

  He took her hand from his arm, held it in his, and guided her as he walked about the main room. He did not mind that she had his hand in a death grip. She was shaking, but he needed her to conquer the fear. He stopped to talk to the bartender then Master Prometheus, who brought a chastened Jessica and handed her over to Master Torquil again. Master Angus glared at her as if daring her to say anything about Jane. She could not meet his gaze and kept her eyes on the floor and her mouth shut.

  Master Angus strolled around the club, a naked Jane in tow, for the next half hour, stopping t
o talk to Masters and subs. At the end of that time, sensing by the lessening of her tight grip on his hand that the tension in her was easing somewhat, he took her back to the chair.

  “Sit on my lap.” He helped her to sit on his lap and began to caress her. He rubbed her back in circles just above the cleft of her bottom until she relaxed against him. He kissed and nibbled his way up her right arm and along her shoulder. When he reached her neck he licked his way down to her breast and all around her areola, coming close to but never touching her nipple. She moaned in frustration, and he chuckled.

  “Want something?”

  “Please, please,” she begged.

  “Say what you want and you shall have it, little darling.”

  “Please, my nipple.”

  “What about it? It’s deep pink, hard, and so beautiful. Is it sensitive? What do you need?”

  “Please, suck my nipple.” she said

  “There now, that was not so difficult,” he said as he obliged her, taking her nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it…so hot so wet…She moaned and, when he suckled hard, she arched her back as if pushing her nipple further into his mouth.

  He licked his way along to the other breast, nipped and licked until she was ready to beg again then suckled hard. She writhed and moaned in his grasp, and he released her nipple and she whined, but he licked and nipped his way down to her pussy. He breathed in deeply

  “Mm, so sweet,” he murmured. He pushed her back over his arm, parted her labia, and slipped his fingers inside her pussy and then inside her. He found her G-spot and began to rub his fingers over it. Then he began pumping them in and out. He was fucking her with his fingers, scissoring them as he withdrew. He watched her all the time and enjoyed the expressions flitting across her face. He could not see her eyes for the blindfold, but she took her bottom lip between her teeth and made little moaning sounds that were music to his ears.

  “So wet, so ready,” he said and pushed her legs wide apart and began to stroke her clit. He brought her almost, almost to the edge then he stopped and pushed two fingers into her.

  “So tight, so wet, so hot.” He took his fingers out, and she protested.

  “Silence,” he said. She heard him inhale and then suck his fingers.

  “You taste so sweet,” he said. Then he began to stroke her clit again.

  * * * *

  He took her to the edge so many times she lost count. She lost the ability to think. She could only feel and wait…Finally, he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger and left off suckling her breasts to say, “Come now, Jane.” As if a dam burst, she came. Her orgasm was spectacular, wave after wave of pleasure so exquisite it was bordering on pain. She arched her back, and every limb shook. She felt the pleasure from her fingers to her toes and everywhere in between. She screamed his name in the throes of her pleasure, and for his part he kept stroking her clit with his thumb whilst fucking her with his fingers until all the aftershocks were over. Jane was limp and docile in his arms. She had forgotten about being naked in the club or being seen by anyone. He cuddled her close and whispered, “Mo run,” in her ear. She did not understand the meaning, but she loved the tone of his voice and the sound of the quiet words. He wrapped her in a soft blanket and took off her blindfold. The main room was not brightly lit, but it took her a while to become used to the light again. She blinked owlishly up at Master Angus, still dazed and limp.

  “Beautiful!” a voice said, and she looked up to see four Doms, all large and all leather clad, watching her and agreeing with Master Prometheus. She buried her head in Master Angus’s shoulder in shame.

  “No, little sub, lift up your head and look at the Masters. Be proud of what you are!”

  She could not do other than obey. Shyly, she looked at all five Masters, one after the other and blushed at the heat in their gazes.

  They all smiled at her, but Master Torquil looked at her slowly from her toes all the way up to her face and licked his lips wolfishly.

  He brought even more colour to her cheeks. He was massive, and she vowed to do all in her power not to incur his ministrations.

  The Doms all left, chatting to Prometheus.

  I wonder if they clone the Doms, she thought and giggled as she envisioned Master Prometheus in a white lab coat overseeing the next batch of Doms.

  “What is so funny, lassie?” asked Master Angus, and when she told him, he gave a great shout of laughter that had the five Doms turning to look back at him.

  “Well, well,” said Master Prometheus. “It’s a long time since I heard that!”

  She cuddled closer into Master Angus’s embrace and sighed in contentment.

  “I do not want to have to repeat that,” he said. “I do not want anyone else to see you naked or having an orgasm ever again, but if I need to, I will do it.”

  “Yes, Master Angus,” she said.

  “Now I have to go and work again. Go to the locker room with your clothes and get dressed.”

  Chapter Seven

  She was allowed to get up, and clutching the blanket about her naked body, she went into the locker room and got dressed. She folded the blanket and, carrying it under her arm, went back into the main room. Master Prometheus took the blanket, and passed it to a sub, and said to her, “There is a drink waiting for you at the bar.”

  “Thank you, Master Prometheus.”

  She went over to the bar, and yet another large Dom put a bottle of still mineral water in front of her.

  “It’s all he’ll let you have, but you can have ice and lemon in it!” And he laughed.

  She took her water and went to sit in the uncollared subs’ area again. Gemma and Gloria made room for her next to them. Jessica came back. Master Torquil had her in a tight grip. Instead of her skirt, she had a leather harness around her waist and between her legs.

  “Ouch,” said Gemma. “Butt plug!”

  Master Torquil took Jessica over to a column to the left of the subs’ area, and Gloria gasped. He tied her hands together and hoisted her arms over her head and attached them to the column, so that she could stand on her feet, which he kept apart with a spreader bar.

  On the shelf above her head, he placed a whippy little cane and two remote controls. All the subs’ eyes were riveted on the scene. He turned on the spotlight, which was pointed towards the column and her, bathing her in bright light. Then he took the piece of chalk off the shelf and wrote on the blackboard above her head.

  This sub does not know her place. She will stay here for one hour from 9pm.

  “I will be back in one hour to release you. Enjoy.” And he laughed and strode off, smiling and saying as he went, “I have not had so much fun in ages.”

  Jane was appalled. For the next hour, Dom after Dom read the sentence on the board and either used the cane on her bottom or thighs or one of the remotes to bring her close to orgasm but never let her have release. They kept her arousal at boiling point. Her legs and whole body shook and she moaned ceaselessly.

  One hour later, Master Torquil came to get her down. He wrapped her in a soft blanket and picked her up as he strode to a comfortable armchair. He sent a sub for water and salve. He removed the harness and the dildos under the fascinated gazes of the subs. He dispatched one sub to the dungeon to take the dildos and the cane to be cleaned, and then he made Jessica drink her water and, lying her down across his lap, he rubbed salve into her red bottom and thighs. He slipped his huge fingers into her slit and finally gave her the orgasm she had so long wanted. She came screaming on his lap, and he gathered her into his arms in the blanket and rubbed her back, all the time murmuring in her ear.

  Master Prometheus, passing with Mistress Catriona, said to her, “This is an evening of wonders indeed!” and they both laughed.

  The music in the club switched to Gregorian chant, and Jane went back to the bar to wait for Master Angus. As she waited, she began to think about what Master Angus had done to her and why. She had been too stunned by the punishment meted ou
t to Jessica to think straight before. Could she do what he wanted? Could she stop concentrating on just her bad points? Had she any good points? Could she, in spite of Jessica and others like her, who would certainly not let her forget her bad points, focus on what he wanted her to focus on? She had done some research online into the D/s lifestyle so she knew she did not want to be a slave. What in fact did she want? She seemed to have come so far but still got nowhere.

  “Deep thoughts,” said the Dom behind the bar. “Questions, little sub?”

  She was beginning to realize that not all of them were referring to her size when they said “little.”

  “Yes,” she said. “What does a Dom want of a sub?”

  “Oh, my, there as many answers to that question as there are Doms,” he said. “You must talk to your Dom.” He pointed to her collar. “Communication, little sub, is all-important.”

  She thought about that until a large hand stole around her waist and pulled her off the bar stool and into Master Angus’s arms for a long, slow, breath-stealing, wits-scrambling kiss. The Dom behind the bar said, “Your sub needs to talk to you. She was asking what a Dom wants of a sub.”

  “Yes,” said Master Angus. “I realize that. Come along, my little darling. I will take you home.”

  They went towards the exit, and the Dom behind the bar looked at Master Prometheus, who had come up in time to hear what Master Angus had said.

  “At last!” they said and both laughed heartily.

  They turned as Master Torquil said, “Get your coat and shoes and in that locker room speak to nobody and look at nobody, understood?”

  “Yes, Master Torquil.”

  Jessica went and got her shoes and coat, eyes lowered.

  “Well, well, it looks as if she’s sorted,” said Gemma, who was getting her belongings on her way out with Gloria, who replied, “For now, anyway. It remains to be seen if she can keep him interested.”