by Gail DeYoung
“Everything looks good to me. You’re in perfect health, girl. So are you ready for the big night?”
“I guess so, Ma’am. I’m not sure what to expect.”
Doc Fischer nodded. “Yes, I can understand your trepidation. It’s a little overwhelming for a first-timer. But you’ll do fine, I’m sure. Once you get that experience behind you, life will be easier. You’ll have a new beginning with someone who you can love and who will lavish his love upon you. I’m sure everything will work out and you’ll be very happy.”
Kat sighed. If only she could believe there was a “Happily Ever After” in her future. At the moment, it didn’t seem that way.
“I hope so, Ma’am.”
Doc Fischer patted her hand reassuringly. “Have a little faith. I’ve been around a long time and have seen a lot of things. I can tell you were made for this lifestyle and I’m sure your Dominant will appreciate that.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.”
“Well, I’m done here. I’m going to stop by Damien’s office to say goodbye. It’s been a pleasure knowing you and I hope to see you again in the future.”
“Thank you, Ma’am. I hope so too.”
Later that afternoon, Kat sat in her greeting position in the center of the room in the dungeon awaiting Sir Damien’s arrival. She heard the sound of his boots on the floor, and out of the corner of her eye, watched him walk in front of her. Another set of boots stopped behind her.
“As I mentioned, from time to time, Doms stop by to inspect our subs. Today, our guest is Sir Kyle. He was not able to attend Saturday’s party, but he hoped to meet my girls and to observe a training session. He already met several girls upstairs and I told him about this training session, which he asked to join. Sir Kyle enjoys being a voyeur. His favorite pastime is having his friends over for a party and having his sub perform for them. He wants to observe how well you react in a group situation. Since I hadn’t trained you for that circumstance, I figured the timing was perfect.”
Kat could not tell how many people then entered the dungeon, but their heavy footfalls on the stairs behind her indicated at least three or four others. She heard chairs being moved around the room.
“What would you like to see?” she heard Sir Damien ask the Dom.
“I think we’d like her blindfolded and secured over the edge of a chair, spread-eagle.” She heard the murmur of satisfaction from the crowd.
“As you wish. Raise your head, girl.”
A thick blindfold lowered over her eyes, throwing her into complete darkness. Immediately her other senses took over. She heard the sound of a chair scraping on the floor and felt a hand assist her to stand. Kat assumed that Sir Damien was in charge of the scene. Her corset was removed and she stood naked in what she imagined was the center of the crowd, unable to see, yet sensing the heated stares from her audience. She was led a few steps forward.
“Oh very nice. Have her turn around so we can see her from every angle.”
Kat felt Sir Damien’s hand on her shoulder as she twirled around.
“Great body. Right, guys?”
“Yeah!”
“All right, girl. Bend over the chair.” Damien gave the order.
She leaned down to feel the hard wood seat of the chair and draped her body across it. Chains rattled and manacles were wrapped around her wrist and ankles. In the back of her mind, she hoped that if she did well today, she might be able to regain some of Sir Damien’s confidence in her ability to follow the rules.
“May I?” A deep, grating voice from the crowd asked.
“Of course.” Damien’s voice came from behind her. She heard the shuffle of boots on the floor move in her direction, then other boots moved three steps back. She assumed the second set were those of Damien. The sharp sound of a whip cracking against the wooden floor told her she would soon feel the sting of leather against her soft skin.
“Tilt your ass higher, girl. We want to see everything,” an unfamiliar voice spoke to her. “Yeah,” she heard other voices chime in.
She followed the directions, rearranging herself on the chair so that her breasts dangled lower over one edge and her buttocks jutted upward from the other side.
“Wait, before you begin, let’s warm her up,” another male voice called from the crowd. Chairs scraped the floor to a position in front and behind her.
Kaitlin’s face was lifted and a tongue licked her cheek, drawing a wet path down her neck. Then rough hands grabbed both of her breasts and massaged them out to the tips, pulling down hard on the nipples. They immediately blossomed. Harsh slaps to each breast caused her to gasp in reaction to the pain, yet she did not feel it necessary to utter the safe word. Her torturer took turns pinching her nipples and slapping her breasts, which swung back and forth in front of her.
Simultaneously, her butt cheeks were spread open wide and another tongue flicked across the sensitive skin of her anus. She felt the wet tongue mark a path across her buttocks and down to her pussy. A very deft finger tortured her clit until it swelled into a firm, jutting bud and her warm liquid dripped down her lips. Then a hand slapped directly on her anus and she jumped, more from shock than pain.
Laughter erupted in the room. Spurred on by the other’s coaxing, the man’s two fingers delved into her pussy, twisting and turning, stretching her wider with each turn. She heard the sound of her juices coating him. Another finger was added, stretching her farther apart and pumping in and out in a rhythm that made her inner muscles spasm. Yet another finger was inserted into her until she felt the pain of tiny tears in her skin. He worked his hand in and out and she felt a climax building. So close… She wriggled in her chains, but they had a good grip on her. The men cheered.
“Okay, that’s enough. Let’s get on with the real entertainment,” urged another voice. The hand pulled out from her, leaving her gaping hole for all to see. Her inner muscles continued to spasm and she felt like screaming from the inability to come to a full orgasm.
The sting of the leather whip smacked her buttocks hard. There was a pause, then shouts of satisfied observers, which told her that she had some nice red stripes decorating her backside. Kat barely had time to prepare for the next blow. Tears welled up in her eyes and wet her eyelashes. Whoever was whipping her was heavy-handed. She doubted it was Sir Damien for she had come to know his style and this was different. Kat blinked hard and soaked the blindfold as the onslaught rained upon her body in a continuous barrage. The crowd became more vocal and boisterous as she twisted and turned to angle her body so the strikes would hit different sections of her body. She could feel her flesh becoming heated and with it, her sex. In the position they had her tied with her legs spread wide the audience was getting a front-row view of how her body was reacting. Because she hadn’t heard anyone give her approval to have an orgasm, she tried hard to control it. But she was just too turned-on by the scene and lost it. Moaning out load, she gave in to a jarring orgasm. The crowd cheered her punisher on, urging him to continue whipping her to bring forth more orgasms. He complied and so did she.
After fifteen minutes, Sir Damien spoke.
“All right, gentlemen. I hope you’ve enjoyed the demonstration.”
“Yes, she did well. Thank you, Damien.”
“Welcome. Did you wish to see the rest of my subs now?”
“No, actually, we have to get going. I’m leaving town this afternoon and won’t be back for the auction either. But I’ll see you at the next party.”
“Okay, take care.”
She heard the shuffling of boots as the visitors crossed the room and walked upstairs.
Then a set of boots walked toward her.
“You have done well, girl.”
Damien unchained her from the chair. She stood and waited for instructions. He removed her blindfold and she blinked for a moment to adjust her eyesight.
“Come,” he pointed to the spot on the floor where she was to sit in her greeting position. “Suck my cock.”
Kat could ha
rdly contain her excitement. Though he was not giving her any verbal cues that all was well between them, she took his order as an indication that she had cracked his strong resolve. If nothing else, she had affected him so strongly that he needed release. The words were heaven to her ears.
She rose to her knees and unzipped Sir Damien’s pants. His stiff rod burst forth the moment she pulled the material aside. She wrapped her hands around the base of the shaft and placed her entire mouth down upon him. She heard him moan and felt him shift beneath her to give her better access to his cock. She sucked in and out in a rhythmic pattern. He came much sooner and stronger than ever before.
“Oh God!” he gritted out as she brought him to orgasm. She did not hesitate to swallow his come. The moment he was done, he zipped his pants up and placed his hands on his hips.
“You are dismissed.”
She was shocked at the abruptness of his order. Though she did not require a thank you, she thought for sure he would say something to her. Perhaps all had not gone as well as she thought.
Leaning down, she picked up her corset and left the room. She felt the need to take a nice, long shower.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Friday was Kaitlin’s last day working in the kitchen with Miss Tiffany. She wanted to talk to her, but every time she started to speak, tears blurred her vision and her throat closed. Tiffany had become as close as a sister to her and leaving her was going to be very difficult.
“Damn onions!” Tiffany said, brushing tears from her eyes.
Kaitlin knew the sweet onions never made Miss Tiffany cry before. She thought of all the girls who had come and gone during her short time there and how many more Miss Tiffany must have met while working at the house. It was a wonder she got close to any of them, knowing how hard it was to say good-bye.
“We’re making stir-fry tonight with brown rice. It’s an easy meal and will be a quick clean-up,” Tiffany said, not looking at Kaitlin who was putting away the clean dishes from the dishwasher.
“Okay.”
She tried to shake off the “Last Supper” scenario and find something fun to lighten the mood. “Hey, Tiff, remember the night we both thought the other one had put water in the double boiler and burned the bottom of the pan so bad it set off the fire alarm?”
Miss Tiffany laughed and rubbed her red nose.
“Yeah, the house smelled really bad for hours. How about the night we mistook horseradish for tartar sauce and Corrine put it on her fish and ran screaming for the sink and sucked on ice cubes all that night?”
“Yes, I was hysterical with laughter. And do you remember how the rest of the subs tried not to laugh at her until one of them blew soda out of her nose? We all got punished with an early curfew from Mrs. Swenson that night. But it was worth it!”
“Oh God! We’ve had some wild times, haven’t we? You should have seen me give Sir Victor the bird one day.”
“No, you didn’t!” Kat gave Tiffany the high-five hand slap. “You go, girl!”
Tiffany broke down crying and turned to hug Kaitlin.
“What am I going to do without you? We work so well together and you make the time go by so quickly. I really love being with you. I hope you find a Dom who will appreciate you as much as I do.”
Kaitlin hugged her tightly. Tears trickled down her cheeks and fell on Tiffany’s shoulder. First she had to say goodbye to Dolly. Now it was Miss Tiffany’s turn. It was almost too much to bear.
“I love you too! Thanks for being such a good friend.”
Tiffany cleared her throat and pulled back to straighten her apron.
“Dinner’s almost ready. I guess we better get this meal on the table before we burn another one. Can you ask Mrs. Swenson to gather the girls?”
“Sure thing.”
Kat was grateful for the excuse to get away for a moment so she could compose herself. She walked swiftly down the hall toward the recreation center where she knew that Mrs. Swenson and a few of the girls were watching a movie. As she passed the office, she felt a tug on her hair.
“Ouch!” She turned and saw a smirk creasing Corinne’s face.
“Corinne!”
“Miss me?”
“Yeah, right. Almost as much as a toothache.”
“I thought so. Hey, I’ve been thinking about you and Sir Damien. In a way, I hope you fell deeply in love with him because it hurts more that way when you’re rejected. Now you’ll see how it feels to be auctioned away to someone else and know you’ll never see the one you love. And it’s going to happen tomorrow night. Isn’t that exciting? Bye, bitch.” She turned on her heel and strutted away.
Kat gritted her teeth. Corinne’s comment had hit a tender chord and tears blurred her vision. She took a moment to shake off the feeling and continued on her mission, determined that Corinne was not going to ruin her last night at the house.
Dinner was a quick affair. Afterwards, everyone scrambled to their rooms.
“Kat, you don’t have to stay and clean up. I can finish here.”
“I don’t mind, Miss Tiffany. It won’t take me that long, really.”
Miss Tiffany hugged Kat long and hard, then pushed back to look her directly in the eyes.
“Well, let me put it another way. It will be easier on me if I leave without having to say goodbye one more time. I just about cleared out my tear ducts already and I’d rather just sneak out the front door when you’re not looking.”
“Oh, okay, I get it. Well, I guess this is really it. I hope we can stay in touch somehow.”
“Don’t worry. We will. I’ll wrestle the information about you out of Sir Damien. So don’t be surprised if I come walking up the sidewalk to your front door some day after your training package is sold.”
“You better promise!”
“It’s a promise.”
Kat hugged Miss Tiffany one last time and disappeared to her room, not wanting to see Sir Damien leave for Club Exotica with two subs in tow.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Damien loaded seven girls into his black Navigator Saturday evening, closing the door behind them. When he climbed into the front seat, he adjusted his mirror and saw Kaitlin in the center seat looking at him, her big blue eyes wide and sad. Behind her sat Corinne glaring at him. He cleared his throat and turned on the engine.
“Buckle up!”
The Castle Dungeon was located in downtown Ft. Lauderdale, a twenty-minute ride from his house. He turned on a rock radio station so the ladies could concentrate on something other than what was coming next. He really didn’t enjoy auctions, but it was the best way to showcase his girls. The clientele got a lot of enjoyment from watching the girls on display and participating in playtime. It was a big party once a month.
Night had fallen by the time they arrived at the four-story building, a replica of a castle from the Medieval Ages, complete with a wooden drawbridge over a fake moat. Torches lit the outside of the building, casting oval shadows against the beige stone. Flags of various colors emblazoned with family crests flapped in the wind.
Damien led the girls, dressed only in long black capes, across the drawbridge and through the massive arched stone entry. Two burly six-foot-five-inch slave men guarded the entrance, wearing leather shorts, crosses of leather over their chests and leather face masks. Their stern expression and crossed arms warned anyone from passing by them without proper admittance. Damien showed the guard on the right his identification and said the secret password to receive a nod of approval. Though a regular, he was still required to go through the same security procedures as a new customer in order to gain entrance.
Damien stepped up to the maitre d’ and displayed his membership card. The short man with dark close-cropped hair and a collar around his neck acknowledged their presence. He wore only a black leather thong. He glanced up distractedly from working on paperwork to regard Damien with a dispassionate look in his eyes.
“You here to sell tonight, Sir?”
“Yes, seven subs.”
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“Okay, Sir. Fill out this paperwork and bring it back to me. Do you have the signed release forms from your girls?”
“Yes, here they are.” Damien handed the maitre d’ seven tri-part forms, one waiver for each girl. The man looked the paperwork over carefully, noted the signatures and nodded his acceptance. “And their outfits?”
“Yes, right here.” Damien displayed a bag of outfits he had selected at the fetish store two weeks ago.
“All right. Have the girls follow the Mistress down the hall.” He pointed to a long stone-laden hallway lit by torches and an older, homely woman waiting there.
Damien turned the leashes and clothing over to the matronly-looking woman wearing a plain woven dress over her thick body. He had dealt with her before. Not very pleasant, but very efficient at what she did.
“Come, girls.” She yanked on the leashes and the girls gasped, then followed in sync. He noticed Kat looking back at him one last time as she was led away and his heart ached. The love in her eyes was unmistakable.
Damien watched the girls walk down the stone hallway until they turned the corner toward holding cells. He knew that they would be prepared there for the auction. The air smelled musty tonight and he noted a huge crowd had already gathered in the main hall.
He filled out the paperwork listing the girls’ names, ages, description of where they came from and their talents and also what type of submissive they declared themselves to be. He indicated a minimum bid for each sub as a reimbursement of his training and put down his name as Trainer. They would be included with all other subs brought to the Castle Dungeon tonight and depending on how many there were, they could be auctioned as early as an hour from now or as late as four hours from now. He had no way of telling until it started and he received a complete list of all the entrants.
He returned the paperwork to the maitre d’ and walked down a flight of stairs into the main hall filled with fake smoke. Mirrored balls twirled in the ceiling, reflecting light from the torches which were spaced evenly on the stone walls all around the room. Rhythmic drum sounds blared over the speakers, stirring up animalistic passions.
