Tempest

by Shakir Rashaan

  It really didn’t matter whether she was or not; it only felt like a fun question to ask.

  The first phase of her gauntlet consisted of a masochist’s dream: being suspended while being whipped by some of the most renowned Masters in the scene, six of them to be exact.

  I was there to make sure she didn’t float too far away. Normally, I would have joined in the “Circle of Pain” with my fellow Dominants, but a conversation sajira and I had before the scene was set up changed things:

  “i can’t get these thoughts out of my head, Daddy. i need something to erase the tapes in my head.”

  “How far are you willing to go, baby girl? It’s going to take a lot, and it will get intense if you’re not careful.”

  “As far as You can push me, and then farther than that. i don’t wanna feel anything by the end of the night.”

  “you don’t wanna feel anything, sajira?”

  “Well…i wanna feel You, Daddy. Every inch of You.”

  “you will, baby girl. By the end of the night, the last thing you will feel will be My dick deep inside you.”

  “You’re so nasty, Daddy…i need nasty tonight.”

  I don’t think she would understand what my Beloved and I would have in store for her, but she would find out soon enough. Some of it she would see and some of it she wouldn’t see.

  I led her out to the apparatus that would become the symbolic scene of her escape from the torture in her mind: the motorized suspension frame.

  Her face lit up the moment she saw it, and the grin spread when she saw the men and women who would make up the circle. At least two of the men she would have picked for her “circle” stood in front of her, and the sight of Mistress Sinsual as one of the two women she wanted made her night.

  “Okay, precious, now that you’re done drooling, it’s time to get you rigged up,” I told her.

  She lowered her head, smile intact. “Yes, my Master. Your wish is my will.”

  The slaves I’d chosen to help with the scene brought the ankle and wrist cuffs, placing them on her body and leading her under the base of the suspension frame. The cuffs were then linked to the quick-release locks, ensuring she was in place. I walked over to the switch and flipped it to turn on the winches to raise her arms over her head. The slaves kept her balanced once I turned on the wenches to lift her legs. By the time I was done and had her in place, she was suspended in a prone position.

  “Ladies and Gentlemen, you may begin,” I announced as I stepped to assume my position. I took a seat below her head, making sure she could focus on me as the whips began their collective assault.

  Osiris and Seti took their positions on either side of her near her upper back, while Sin and Blaze positioned themselves near her thighs and ass. Menes and another Dominant, Sir Jazz, were at her feet. Once everyone was in place, they commenced their whip action.

  The idea of the “Circle of Pain” was the idea of multiple Dominants leaving whip marks on the submissive at the center of the circle, rotating every few minutes to a new area on the submissive, to cut down on any monotony during the scene. The scene was over when the Dominants were back in their original positions.

  As the stings of the whips began to make their presence known upon her skin, I smiled at the beautifully painful faces she made as each of the whips made contact seconds between each other.

  “Are you still with Me, sajira?”

  “Fuck…yes, Daddy…owww…i’m here with You.”

  “Does it hurt, baby?”

  “Yes…mmmmmm fuck, yes…it hurts, Daddy…i don’t…don’t make them stop, please.”

  I moved my index finger in a circular motion over my head, indicating to the circle to rotate and continue their onslaught. Being suspended in the air with nowhere to go, sajira could do nothing else but scream as the whipping became more intense and increased in its frequency.

  I caressed her face and kissed her lips at different times during the scene, keeping her mind here with me instead of letting her take off into space. I took great care to watch her flight, determining when she could and could not hit higher altitudes. The next rotation brought her closer to the pain/pleasure threshold, reducing her ability to speak to nothing more than moans and whimpers and nonverbal yes’s and no’s.

  “you’re going to enjoy the next phase in your gauntlet, baby girl,” I teased, knowing she really couldn’t hear me. “Well, you won’t be able to see what’s happening to you, but your body will love what will happen.”

  Her moans had their effect on me, but she always got to me quickly. I tried to resist acting on my urges, but I wanted my submissive badly.

  “Daddy…i…i wanna come…my clit…is throbbing… for You.” She was so far gone now, the only thing she wanted was to be fucked and put to sleep. “It feels…so good, Daddy… the whips…feel like…kisses…on my…skin.”

  It took a lot to resist the look on her face. She mouthed the words, “Fuck me, Daddy,” while lunging toward me to kiss me, even while the whips continued to strike and sting against her skin. She made the most sensual faces when she was in ecstasy, but I had to make sure she continued through her gauntlet. My Beloved would be awaiting her arrival soon, and I needed to end the scene so Sinsual and Blaze could rest a bit before they participated in the next phase.

  I closed my hand into a fist and raised it over my head, which clued the Dominants to wrap the scene up. I nodded toward the ladies as they withdrew from the scene to head to where Neferterri was stationed. I signaled the slave bois to get into position to take sajira down to carry her to where she would go next.

  She resisted being taken down, her body still acting as though it were still being whipped and wanting more. The bois were having some trouble maneuvering the quick releases because of her resistance.

  “Don’t take me down yet, Daddy,” she begged.

  “It’s time to come down, baby. Let the bois take you down.”

  “But they’re still whipping me, Daddy. i don’t want them to stop yet. i’m almost there.”

  “sajira, I won’t say this again; stop struggling so they can take you down,” I growled in her ear to make sure she understood this wasn’t one of her dreams where she could resist and no harm would come to her. “I will stop your gauntlet if you disobey Me.”

  That shook her out of her haze. “Yes, Daddy, i will obey,” she said. Seconds later, she held as still as she could as the bois used the quick releases to unhinge her from the suspension cables. A few moments later, one of the bois had her in his arms as he carried her to her next destination.

  Osiris sat down next to me as one of the slave girls placed a water bottle in his hand before placing a glass of rum and Coke in mine. He had worked up a sweat, along with the other Dominants involved in the scene, and the smile on his face was indicative of an enjoyable time. Seti, Menes and Sir Jazz soon joined us, their smiles mirroring Osiris’s.

  “I didn’t know sajira was such a pain slut,” Osiris remarked as he took a swig of his water. “Usually she would have called for her safeword by the time we’d rotated the second time. To get to My original spot before You ended the scene, I’m impressed.”

  “You’re not the only one, Osiris,” Seti chimed in with his thoughts. “I haven’t been put through a workout like that since the grand opening night when I put slave amirah through the paddles in My bag. I am also very impressed by her stamina.”

  They were right; under normal circumstances sajira would have called out her safeword within minutes of being stroked with the first few whip lashes. I think that was what concerned me most. She might have had some bad memories from the past year that she wanted gone from her mind, but it felt like more than that. It felt like she wanted to erase the last ten years of her life from her psyche. She said she wanted to be pushed beyond her comfort zone, but what I had her subjected to was only the beginning, and she took the first phase like a seasoned masochist, not a relatively new submissive that once cringed at the crack of a bullwhip.
/>   I only hoped the next phase would help in that endeavor.

  Whatever her husband did to her to provoke this purge, God help him if she even recognized him after tonight.

  “sajira’s not a pain slut, Gentlemen, and these aren’t the usual circumstances, either,” I answered as I downed the glass in one gulp. “she has some demons to release tonight, and I have a feeling it will take a lot to eradicate them once and for all.”

  THIRTY-SIX sajira

  “Take me, Goddess. Your wish is my will.”

  My nerve endings were beyond sensitive. I felt like if anything or anyone touched me, I would explode. I didn’t care who had me anymore, I didn’t want this feeling to go away.

  lynx tried to get my attention all night, showing up all over the dungeon whenever I was around someone scening or if I was chatting with a friend or two. His presence threatened to mess with my head, and I didn’t want to be in the wrong headspace in the event I wanted to perform a scene or three. I wasn’t in love with him anymore, but my body still craved his touch, regardless of how repulsed I was by his actions.

  I needed away from that vibe ASAP.

  Going through the suspension whipping scene was exactly what the doctor ordered. From the moment I heard the winches lift me into position, something in my mind clicked and I was able to zone everything, and everyone, out.

  Everyone…except my Daddy, that is.

  Watching his eyes, I knew I could fly as high as I wanted and he would be able to reel me in. His eyes were always so intense and arresting. It felt like I developed tunnel vision as my body went through more than my mind would have ever allowed.

  The grin on his face as I made sexual faces at him made me wetter by the second. Each lash of the whips that hit my body felt like kisses caressing my skin, sinking me deeper into bliss.

  I needed to feel him inside me. I wanted him to make me his, to remove any lasting traces of my husband’s essence from me and replace them with his own. I begged him through the tears of the pain I felt to take me away and ravage my body before sending me to my next destination.

  His eyes smoldered, showing me the fire within him, a fire I would have given anything to be consumed by. He slowly shook his head in response to my pleas, mouthing only one word, “Later.”

  Damn, what that man does to me…well, you know the rest.

  There was a method to their madness, and I’d come to trust that madness implicitly. After the events that had occurred after my collaring ceremony last year, I knew what the potential consequences of not trusting them would be, and there was no way I would go back to feeling that way again.

  “Put her down right here on the bed, slave,” I heard my Goddess command him. He lowered me ever so gently onto the plush comforter, stepping away quickly to move on to the next directive.

  I heard her giggle for a few moments before I heard the other voices in the room.

  “She looks like she was put through a really intense scene, Neferterri. Do You think she’s ready for this?” I heard a voice I didn’t recognize ask of my Goddess.

  “she was, but I know My sajira, and she can hear everything that’s going on around her; isn’t that right, baby girl?”

  “Yes, my Goddess, i’m here, i hear You, and i’m ready,” I responded as though the last hour never had happened. “i’m always Yours to command.”

  “Yep, she’s a trooper, all right.” I heard Sin’s voice. “she took everything we threw at her and smiled with each lash that hit her skin.”

  “That’s My girl,” my Goddess whispered in my ear. She caressed my face for a moment, making me feel warm and tingly. “you won’t be blindfolded for this phase, precious. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, my Goddess.” My body trembled at her touch. “i want to be able to see and feel everything.”

  “Good girl, that’s what I thought you might say.” She tapped my ass and said the command, “Down dog.”

  I immediately slid my legs up and out, perching my ass in the air while arching my back in the “down dog” yoga position. I began swaying my hips, acting like a bitch in heat, awaiting my first sexual partner of the night.

  I didn’t contain the grin on my face as the women admired my ass and the way I presented it. Sin and Blaze were the most vocal, obviously because they knew what to say without pissing off my Goddess.

  “I swear, that ass gets prettier every time I see it, Neferterri,” Sin commented.

  Blaze chimed in, “she has a body built for sin and debauchery, Sis. You should be proud of her.”

  “I am proud of her, especially once she endures what we put her through tonight,” my Goddess said. After a few quiet moments, she finally smacked my ass and announced, “Ladies, You may take her now.”

  I felt Sin’s familiar hands gripping my hips first, sliding inside me with her strap-on. Hearing her moan as she eased every inch of her dick inside me ignited my inner slut. “She” realized there would be more to come and delighted in the unknown count she would have in her mouth and pussy before this scene was over.

  The new-found masochist in me delighted to feel nails tracing the welts on my body, welcoming the shivers of pain that mixed with the pleasure of being pounded by Sin. Her delight heightened at the presence of another pair of hands and the distinct feeling of cold, sharp steel slicing across my welts, causing screams to escape my lips. I yelled out for Sin to fuck me harder, feeling my mind preparing to take flight again.

  “Shit, this bitch is gonna make Me come!” Sin announced as the other two hands continued to take and slice across my skin.

  “Come, Sis, so I can have a crack at her!” Blaze replied. “I wanna see that beautiful ass in motion when I take her!”

  Sin slid out of me without warning, her orgasm paralyzing her. In the recesses of my mind, I recalled the women adopted the FeelDoe® strap-ons because they caused G-spot orgasms. I was jealous because I remembered how powerful my G-spot orgasms could be, but I wasn’t in the right position to achieve that yet.

  It didn’t stop me from coming, though.

  Between the knives I felt, the nails tracing over my whip marks, and my ass getting slapped as my walls were invaded, only a cold and unfeeling being would be unable to orgasm at least once.

  I was quickly losing count with each convulsion my Kegel muscles suffered through. No matter what the cost my body would pay for in the morning, it was worth the purge my mind would enjoy at the end of this gauntlet.

  “Fuck me, Ma’am, get this pussy!” I yelled out, not knowing who the next woman would be. I heard other women moaning in the room, but I didn’t bother looking up. I was selfishly focused on my own wantonness and pleasure, grateful to my Goddess and my Daddy for allowing me to.

  I heard Blaze growl as she entered me, laughing as she heard how slick I was. “Damn, you’re still wet, slut? Fuck, I’m really gonna wear this pussy out now!”

  She slammed into me with enough force to make me wonder briefly it a man had actually taken hold of my body. The fury of her strokes rocked me back and forth, causing me to grab the sheets and brace for the impact of her pelvis against my ass.

  I felt the attention focus on the two of us as the sounds got louder and my screams got more pronounced. In fact, one person’s attention cut through the noise in the room and instantly had my attention.

  “Damn, Blaze, I know she gets You hot, but be careful with My property!” Neferterri’s voice balanced me a little, but Blaze had my body humming, with yet another tsunami wave crashing through me, threatening to render me unconscious.

  “Fuck…she’s…got…fuck, I’m coming!” Blaze wailed as she shook violently while inside me. She tried to keep going like she had something to prove against what Sin did to me, but her strokes no longer had the force they possessed only minutes ago.

  “Move, Blaze, it’s My turn!”

  “No, I got her next!”

  “Damn that, she belongs to Me now!”

  I didn’t care if it sounded staged or if it were rea
l, but to have Female Dominants fighting over who got to fuck me next was the boost I needed to take off into the stratosphere!

  One after another, each woman tore into me as though I were the last piece of ass they would ever get in life. I think it might have been at least three other women who had their way with me. Each one couldn’t believe I was still wet and didn’t need any lube, but this was a rare night for something like that to occur. Usually, I would have needed to stop and use some lube after Blaze was done fucking me, so, at least for tonight, my body and mind synced with the same objective in sight:t get rid of every bit of negativity in my mind, body, heart and soul, for tomorrow would begin with a clean slate.

  While I didn’t hear her voice during the scene, I felt my Goddess’s presence near me the entire time. I was convinced she was the one slicing over my body with the knives because she would never trust anyone outside of Daddy to keep from breaking my skin. I had been switched into different positions to give my knees some rest, but I was never on my back, by her instructions. That was reserved for her.

  In my mind, it would be the perfect sendoff.

  After the last woman eased out of me, I was flipped onto my back. Her comforting, soothing hands gripped my weary legs and pinned them back as far as they would go. One more dollop of lubricant-laced fingers caressed my swollen lips. I softly cried out from the pain and soreness before my walls were invaded yet again.

  This time was different.

  My Goddess had come to reclaim me.

  The reason why this last position was reserved for her was so she could end the scene and send me back to the family cabin to rest. Before she could do that, she needed to retire the slut and reclaim the slave who belonged to them, and I was ready to be reclaimed.

  At least, I thought I was.

  “Hi, precious.”

  “Hi, Goddess.”

  “It’s time for you to come back to us, sajira,” She cooed in my ear as she slowly stroked me.

  “i know, my Goddess. Is it safe to come out?” I asked as I wrapped my legs around her waist, deepening our connection. My pussy didn’t feel so sore while she was inside me. “Where’s Daddy, is He okay, too?”