“Put on the heels you wore last night. The sun has set, and our presence is required at this evening’s entertainment. It’s time to celebrate The Dark Side of the Moon.”
Kyle headed for the door, holding it open. Claire slipped her feet into the high heels and tottered toward him. Her whole body was awash with strange sensations. With every step, her clit rubbed against the butterfly device. She could feel the large vibrator filling up her ass, moving in and out a little as the high heels accentuated the swaying of her hips. As she made her way down the hall, the elastic strap shifted too, squeezing between the folds of her pussy just far enough inside to make her want more.
When they headed down the stairs, Claire thought she would faint. The black vibrator rammed itself farther inside her each time she took a step down. A cold breeze flowed down the stairs, making her bare nipples stand out. She was barely aware of her surrounding until they stopped at one of the small tables perched around the room.
Kyle motioned to a chair. “Sit down.”
Claire lowered herself cautiously onto the padded surface. She found that if she leaned forward and perched on the edge of the chair—balancing her weight on her upper thighs and the balls of her feet—she could sit without ramming the rigid tool deeper into her ass. Taking a long breath, she let her gaze wander around the room.
Tonight, the center of the large gathering space was taken up by a long table. It was surrounded by flickering candles in huge candlesticks and draped in a deep purple cloth, making it look like an altar. Spotlights were trained on the empty surface from every angle, leaving the rest of the room in shadows once again.
In the dim light, Claire saw Marge at the next table. At least, she thought it was Marge. The woman had shed her dowdy image this evening. In a flouncy red satin skirt with layers of petticoats peeking out underneath and a sleeveless white blouse cut low at the neck, she looked like a barmaid from a Western brothel. The handsome young man who’d accompanied her to breakfast was by her side again, clad in tight jeans, sleeveless denim shirt unbuttoned to the waist, and a black Stetson hat.
Kyle turned to Claire. “Take this paddle and go to the next table. Tell them you have disobeyed your master and you deserve a spanking.”
Claire shivered. One look at the hard eyes behind the mask let her know she had no choice but to obey. Gingerly, she got to her feet and took the paddle, making her way to the next table.
Marge stared openly at her as she made her way toward them. Bowing her head, Claire held out the paddle in both hands. “I have displeased my master and disobeyed his rules. I humbly beg that you administer the spanking I deserve.”
Marge grinned at her companion. “Well, Cody, which one of us shall it be?” Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed the paddle from Claire’s hands. “Turn around first, sweetie, and let me see what it is that you’re wearin’.”
Claire obeyed, slowly circling around so her back was to the table.
She felt Marge tweak the elastic straps around her waist. “What have we here? Some kinda virginity belt?” Groping fingers followed the elastic down the crack of her ass. “Oh, Cody, she’s wearin’ a big butt plug!” Marge’s voice was loud, and Claire flushed when several other heads in the room swiveled to stare.
Claire felt movement behind her and heard Kyle’s low voice. “It’s actually a vibrator. If you like, Madame Marge, you can have a go at the remote controls.”
Both devices suddenly surged into life. Claire let out a cry, struggling to stay on her feet as Marge manipulated the controls, turning them up and down at random. Waves of intense sensation poured through her. She heard Marge’s trilling laugh as the faint humming changed to a deep, rhythmic pulsing sound.
“Cody, can we get one of these to play with later? I promise I’ll be as naughty as you like when you make me wear it! Now, as for you, Miss Claire, bend over this table and let me do as you requested. Anythin’ to please the handsome Master Kyle.”
Both vibrators continued to throb as Claire gingerly bent over the table. Marge stood and gave her a small tap with the paddle. Claire breathed a sigh of relief, but then heard Marge say cheerfully, “Oh, no, Miss Claire, that was just a practice swing. You won’t be getting’ off that easy, now.” Claire heard a loud CRACK, followed a split second later by a searing flame on her ass. She grabbed the table, clamping her fingers around the edge. Marge began spanking her steadily, timing her harsh swats to the pulsing of the vibrators. Claire clenched her teeth, shuddering as the searing fire that blazed on her ass warred with the pulsating current sending waves of ecstasy through her body. I cannot come. I cannot come, she told herself.
It seemed like hours, but only a short time had passed when Marge stopped abruptly, turning off the controls and handing the paddle back to Kyle. “Oh dear, sugah, I got quite carried away! Bless her heart, Miss Claire was in no position to stop me, now was she? You know, Cody, I do believe I enjoyed doin’ that. Remind me to talk to you later about changin’ tomorrow’s schedule.”
Claire felt Marge’s hand smoothing back her hair. “Come on, sweetie. Let’s get you back to Master Kyle. He’s quite a stud in those tight leather pants, isn’t he?” she whispered girlishly.
Claire desperately hoped that her torment was over. But instead of leading her back to their table, Kyle merely pointed across the room to where Melody sat with two companions. The young woman who accompanied her last night was dressed once again in the same costume, a tiny black sarong and black cloak. Melody was dressed in the identical outfit this evening, breasts bare, her nipples rouged as well. On the other side of the table sat Mistress Jade’s attendant Theo. Tonight he had on a black thong that barely covered the huge bulge in his crotch. Like the women, his chest was bare, his dark skin oiled, his huge muscles rippling in the faint light of the room. The black cloak was slung over his shoulders with the hood drawn up, throwing his face into shadows.
Claire hesitantly approached the table, head bowed once again, holding the paddle in her outstretched hands. Theo never spoke, only pulled his chair away from the table and gestured her to come forward. He took her by the arm. When he pulled her over his lap, Claire’s feet were dangling in the air, with her head nearly touching the floor.
Claire was relieved when the vibrators remained off. But as Theo’s massive palm came down again and again on her already tender ass, she realized their intense throbbing had masked the pain of her earlier spanking. Now she felt the harsh bite of every wallop, followed by searing fire. She clenched her butt cheeks together, but that only squeezed the vibrator back out of her ass, allowing Theo’s palm to thrust it deeper with every smack to her bottom. Pain faded and she ground her hips into his lap, feeling the hard muscles of his thighs. The familiar surge of arousal began building. I cannot come. I cannot come. I cannot come. She repeated it silently over and over, like a mantra, with every strike of his palm.
Suddenly the voice of Lady Gwen came over the sound system. “Ladies and gentlemen, our ceremony is about to begin.”
Theo delivered one harsher whack and then helped Claire to her feet. She was so unsteady that he half-dragged her back to Kyle’s table, laying the paddle down, bowing his head to the other man, and turning away. Claire sank to her seat, trembling with the effort of trying to curb her passionate response.
The lights flickered, and a drumbeat began. A spotlight illuminated the stairway, and Claire saw a pair of tall attendants dressed in hooded black cloaks descending. A slender figure covered head to toe with a white cloak, face shrouded by the hood, followed them down the stairs. Two more black-robed attendants brought up the rear.
Lady Gwen’s voice was solemn. “Fellow revelers, honored guests. Tonight you have the rare privilege of witnessing a special ceremony—the consecration of a new acolyte to The Dark Side of the Moon. Tonight, her body will awaken to desire, her spirit will celebrate sensuality and embrace ecstasy. She has chosen to honor her Celtic heritage and their goddess of love and sexuality with a new name, by which she wil
l be known henceforth. Please join us in this joyous occasion as we welcome Lady Aidin into our midst.”
The spotlight followed the procession as they made their way to the center of the room, footsteps timed to the slow pounding of the drums. They halted in front of the long table. One of the faceless figures heading up the procession turned to their white-robed companion and untied a narrow ribbon holding the cloak together. At the same time, the two attendants behind the figure uncovered her head and pulled the cloak away from her body. She was tall and almost painfully thin, with tiny breasts and slim hips that barely flared out from her narrow waist. The woman stood proudly, shoulders thrown back, totally naked, long blonde hair streaming down her back.
Claire stifled a gasp. It was Shari, the impeccably dressed young woman who arrived at The Dark Side with her. Could it have been only yesterday? It felt as though she’d been here for weeks. Claire remembered pegging Shari as a model. The woman certainly had the body for it. She looked as though she rarely allowed herself a meal.
The two attendants behind her supported Shari’s body as the men in front lifted her legs. They laid her carefully in the center of the table.
Kyle leaned over and murmured in Claire’s ear. “Shari has denied herself the pleasures of the flesh all her life. Since she was a young woman, she’s been forced to stay unnaturally thin to measure up to the standards of her profession. Over the years, it took such a toll on her body that she’s had no energy, no zest for life, and no desire for sex. She came here seeking what has been lost to her… pleasure, passion, permission to indulge in whatever she craves.”
The drumbeat quickened. Lady Gwen’s voice boomed from the shadows. “Let the Feast of the Flesh begin.”
All four men uncovered their heads and dropped their cloaks. They too were naked, except for wide black bands of cloth wound around their waists, draping their genitals. Their bodies were coated with more of the scented oil Mistress Jade used. Even from her seat at the table, Claire could smell the heady fragrance as muscles gleamed under the spotlights.
Each man unwound his black garment, unveiling a cock that was already semi-rigid. Stepping forward, they each used their cloth to tie her wrists and ankles to the legs of the table, spreading her feet wide apart and pulling her arms up over her head.
Shari allowed them to immobilize her, stretching her arms up and opening her legs without a sound. The man nearest her head looked to be in his mid-30’s, with sharply honed features. He had shoulder-length dark hair pulled back from his face and held by a narrow band at the base of his neck. His muscles weren’t the obscene bulges of a bodybuilder. Instead, he was sleek, his smooth skin gliding over a hard core. He leaned over and whispered something in Shari’s ear, then bent his head to lick delicately at her nipple.
Claire heard Shari let out a low moan. As though responding to a cue, the man on the other side of the table leaned forward as well, running his tongue down along Shari’s neck. He was tall and distinguished. Short brown hair showed a touch of gray at the temples, but his body was still firm and hard. Shari shuddered as his lips sought out her other nipple, drawing it into his mouth hungrily. Claire could see his cock getting harder as he sucked.
At the foot of the table, a third man began running his hand up the inside of Shari’s leg. He was black, with a head full of dreadlocks held back in a ponytail that reached midway down his back. With his thick biceps, wide chest, and narrow hips, he looked like an NFL football player Claire had seen recently on TV.
She whispered in Kyle’s ear, “Isn’t that…?”
“Shhh,” he responded. “Identities are not divulged here. It’s one of our most basic rules. Otherwise no one would feel free to indulge in his or her darkest fantasy.”
The fourth man stood out from the rest of the group. He was younger than the rest, thinner, and with pale skin. His shoulders were stooped as though he’d spent long hours hunched over a computer. His hand eagerly roamed up Shari’s other leg.
The drums changed again. The rhythm became more insistent. Claire felt her own body responding to the primitive beat as she watched Shari begin writhing on the table. Hands, fingers, and mouths were everywhere. The older man grabbed Shari’s head, leaning over the table and guiding his cock to her mouth. She took it in eagerly. Claire could hear him groaning as he began pumping his hips back and forth.
The football player used both of his big hands to spread apart the folds of her pussy. Then he dipped his head, and Claire saw his tongue lapping everywhere, first inside, then up to flick against Shari’s clit. Now Claire understood the reason for the restraints. Shari was moaning and thrashing around on the table, but with her arms and legs held fast, all four men had unfettered access to any part of her body they chose to explore.
The older man pulled his cock out of her mouth and began jacking it off. On the other side of the table, the dark-haired man grabbed Shari’s head in both hands and slid his stiff rod between her lips. She began slurping it noisily as the football player laved her with his tongue, his head buried between her legs. He stopped suddenly and moved to the head of the table. Untying one of Shari’s hands, he guided it to his rigid member. She obediently stroked him, her slender hand barely able to circle his girth.
The fourth man climbed up onto the table, and Claire gasped. His erection was long and thick, much larger than she would have imagined from his small stature. He knelt over Shari for a moment and then plunged himself deep inside her. Shari let out a muffled scream and began sucking the cock in her mouth even harder. The drumbeat built to a feverish pitch as the man fucked her, drawing it out, then ramming it in and grinding his hips against her faster and faster.
Claire was so lost in the spectacle playing itself out in front of her that she never heard the telltale humming of the vibrators over the sound of the drums. Suddenly, her entire body was pulsing along with the savage beat. She cried out, desperate to let go and allow herself to be carried away with the sounds and sensations. But Kyle smiled wickedly at her, and the throbbing stopped abruptly.
“Just remember who is in charge of your pleasure tonight… and your pain,” he reminded her. “Now sit back and enjoy the finale of the show.”
Shari’s eyes were closed. Her mouth sucked greedily. Bare heels dug into the padded surface of the table as she shoved her hips upward to meet the powerful thrusts. Groans and sighs came from everywhere around the darkened room. Somewhere a woman was crying out over and over, “Yes-oh-yes-more-yes-please-yes…”
The beat rose to a crescendo, drowning out every other sound. Suddenly, over the din, Shari let out a wild scream. Her body went limp. The man on the table rammed himself deep one last time, collapsing on top of her with a groan. The drums ceased.
All four men carefully untied the bonds holding her down. Then they donned their black cloaks. As the drums took up their somber, sonorous beat once again, the football player reached down and scooped Shari into his arms. Her eyes were closed, and her head lolled against his chest. Cradling her naked body reverently in his arms, he made his way slowly through the tables, heading for a door below the wide staircase. The other three men followed behind in single file, their path lit by the spotlight. The door opened, and all five disappeared inside. The spotlight illuminated the empty doorway as an unseen hand closed it behind them. The drumbeat ceased.
Kyle reached for her hand in the darkness. “Time for your next lesson,” he announced in a low voice. He headed for the wide staircase, and Claire followed, every nerve in her body tingling with a combination of desire and dread.
Chapter Seven
When they got to Claire’s room, Kyle opened the door and motioned for her to enter first.
“Let’s sit down and chat for a while,” he suggested, heading for the matching chairs drawn up by the fireplace. He picked up a remote control on the mantel and touched a button. Flames sprang up in the hearth. Their flickering light was reflected in the huge mirrored wall, filling the room with a soft glow.
Once ag
ain, Claire was surprised. She was prepared, even anxiously waiting, for another session draped over Kyle’s lap. She’d have her already sore ass soundly spanked again, and then he’d bring her to a wild climax. Her senses were heightened, and her body ached with pent-up desire. But Kyle was already lounging back in one of the suede chairs. Claire reluctantly lowered herself into the other chair.
“You haven’t learned yet to give up control, have you Claire?” he asked conversationally. “You thought we’d come back here, you’d get another spanking, then I’d make you come again… maybe a couple of times. Now you’re confused and a little disappointed. You’ve been teased all evening long. Your body is longing for release.”
He rose and began pacing around as he spoke, like a professor lecturing a room full of students. “Giving up all semblance of control is the hardest lesson for a sub to learn. But it’s why this fantasy is so appealing to you. All your life you’ve had to be the responsible Claire, the reliable Claire, the Claire who never played hooky in school. The Claire who never called in sick at work so she could spend the day lying on the couch eating junk food and watching old movies on TV. You’ve fantasized about having a strong man, a man who would take charge—but only in the areas you allowed, and only on your terms.”
He stopped in front of her. “You never trusted anyone else enough to believe you could let go and just be. Be Claire. Feel all the emotions that come along with being alive. Be happy, be relaxed, be horny, be angry, yes, even be disappointed sometimes. You aren’t in control here, Claire. And you’ll just have to trust that when I feel the time is right, I will see to it that you get everything you’ve ever wanted—and more. For now, I want you to let go and just be. Just be… Claire.”
She sagged against the chair, flooded with emotions. Confusion and disappointment, along with a flash of anger. Relaxed? Not a chance.
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