by Anita Cox
“Your gold belt matches my gold gown, so yes, you are mine. I suppose I’ll have to beat you into submission, though. You are a bit of a spitfire.” She winked at me. Turning to the bartender, she ordered a single malt scotch for John. “For now, you may call me Domina.”
“Thank you,” John said.
“Follow me,” she said turning her back to us.
“No thanks.”
“Candy, why are you being this way?” John asked through gritted teeth.
“I don’t want to be bossed around, John. Despite the theme. I’m a free goddamned woman, a smart and successful woman and I’m in control of my own goddamned destiny.”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, lady. Get over yourself. It’s a game. Now get your ass over here, or I’ll have my guards retrieve you.”
I’d just had a tongue lashing from my supposed master. Oddly enough, she’d disarmed me with the thought of two bruisers dragging me kicking and screaming back to her lair.
John walked in front of me, shoulders slumped. I’d embarrassed him. Worse, he’d tried to do something new, fun and spontaneous and I was ruining it.
We walked through the maze of silk and satin until we reached an area covered in pillows with two chairs in the middle. A large wooden chest sat in the corner.
“Introduce yourselves, slaves.” She took her place in her chair next to a man in golden robes. His large arms protruded from the sides, slits in the sides showing hints of the tattoos underneath.
“My name is Candy.”
“I’m John.”
“Candy, you have been disobedient and rude. What do you think I should do about this?” She drank from her chalice, eyeing me for an answer.
I glanced at John. He looked like someone just killed his puppy.
I took a deep breath and a large swig of my drink.
“Whatever you see fit, Domina.” I bowed my head, eyes fixed firmly on the floor.
John reached over, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze.
“Do you enjoy punishment, Candy?”
“I admit it intrigues me.” I could almost sense John’s erection forming. I knew he’d taken classes, educating himself about Dominant and submissive positions. It was something that excited him.
“Come sit next to me, slave.”
I walked next to her and knelt beside her.
“You shall be rewarded for your honesty.” She snapped her fingers. A naked woman carrying a tray of shots bowed in front of me. They were labeled to my delight. I chose a lemon drop, gulping it down in one shot.
“Thank you, Domina.” Could I get into this? I had the dominant personality. I wasn’t really ready to be someone’s slave. But, why not give it a try? It’ll turn John on to no end. Fake it ‘til you make it, right?
Chapter 25
After some time kneeling next to my new master, my knees started to ache and my feet were feeling numb. John had been commanded to sit on the other side.
People had been ordered to have sex in the middle of the room and we’d watched. Not really what I had in mind, especially when dropping that sort of money.
I got up to go search for the bathroom.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the man in golden robes asked.
“I have to go to the bathroom.” I fought not to grit my teeth or roll my eyes.
He nodded and waved me on.
I took my time, walking around, peeking into other areas. People looked like they were having fun. I wanted to have fun. Kneeling next to a woman for an hour was not my idea of fun.
“Can I help you?”
A bronze god stood behind me, arms crossed over his chest.
Turning around to face him, I gave a weak smile. “I got lost looking for the ladies room.”
He grinned, teeth gleaming white. “You shouldn’t be out without an escort.” His salmon colored robes amplified his tan.
“Sorry, I’m new to this.”
He nodded. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
“No, not really. Not until I started peeking around.” I felt my cheeks flush. My bladder started begging me to find a restroom soon.
“Let’s see what we can do about that. First, let me show you how to get to the restrooms.” He held out his arm. “Grab my wrist and look at the floor.”
“Why look at the floor?”
“Because slaves are supposed to be mousy, subservient and afraid to look others in the eye. It’s just part of the game.” He started walking and I allowed him to lead me.
“You know, the slaves rebelled against the Romans. Many Romans were killed.”
“I believe, ma’am, that if anyone could lead a revolt, it would be you. You ooze strength and confidence.” He leaned over, speaking in a low voice, “and that is incredibly sexy.”
I snickered. “I don’t believe you’re supposed to compliment me.”
“Oh, now you want to play the game?” he teased.
“What’s your name?” I asked looking up at him.
He grinned at me. “Ladies room is through that door. Don’t make me wait.”
I bit my lip instead of lipping off and dove into the ladies room. As soon as I had taken care of business, I washed my hands and used some of the body spray and lotion that was available.
“That’s a good little slave. I didn’t even have a chance to get bored. Now let me see that belt.” He bent down. “Gold, huh? No wonder you’re bored. Let me take care of that.”
I wanted to ask what he was talking about, but decided to wait. For the first time in the night, I was actually starting to enjoy myself.
The large man led me back to where I’d started. I hadn’t realized that the silk that divided the rooms was color coordinated to my belt.
“I found your slave wandering around without an escort,” he said as we entered the silk room.
“Was she out of line?”
He reached in a pouch attached to his belt. “Do you have a mate, slave?”
“Yes, the hot guy in the corner,” I said loud enough for John to hear.
The man pulled out a wad of one hundred dollar bills and threw them at the couple seated in the chairs. “This is for your slaves.”
Real money? He threw real money at them? What the hell?
“Very well. They bore me.” The woman waved us off.
“Disrobe.” He ordered.
“What?” John asked.
“You’ll not leave with me in another master’s robes. Take them off.”
I looked at John for a moment. While I wasn’t ready to parade around naked, I didn’t want to be in that specific tent for one more second.
I peeled the robe off and threw it on the floor. John followed my lead.
He didn’t ask us to follow but when he turned to leave, we were right on his heels. After a few moments, we reached a silken tent the same salmon color as his robes. Once inside, my mouth dropped. In one corner a woman was bent over with a dildo shoved inside her, just hanging there. She was sucking off a guy standing in front of her.
Another woman was snoozing on a bed of cushions.
“She’s had too many orgasms. She’s pretty spent. The specimen of beauty on the throne is your Domina and judging by her smile, I’m fairly certain she’s happy with my purchase.”
“How much did we cost you?” I asked.
“Two grand,” he said shrugging.
John and I glanced at each other.
“Before we begin, are you a full-swing couple?” he asked quietly.
We both nodded. “We don’t kiss the opposite sex.”
“Fair enough.”
“Why are these two not bound, my love?” the woman stood. She had small perky breasts and long legs that had been wrapped in salmon-colored silk. Her skin was as bronze as her mate’s.
“They’re a new purchase, love, and I wouldn’t offend you with the colors from another house.” He walked to a large chest and pulled out two long salmon pieces of satin. He handed one to the woman. They both walked behind us.
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“On your knees, slave!” The woman nudged the back of John’s knees. He smiled and knelt immediately. She began tying his hands behind him.
“Not you,” my new “master” whispered in my ear. “I want you to stay on your feet.” As soon as he had my hands secured behind my back, he placed his erection in my palms, pushing himself in and out of them, forcing me to stroke him off.
My pulse started to race. Finally something interesting was happening. I glanced over to see the new Domina sprawl out on the floor in front of John.
“Do you want to taste this pussy, slave?”
John nodded.
“You have to earn that right.” She began fingering herself in front of him. Judging by the speed in which John became erect, I knew he was enjoying himself.
“You like to watch?” the man whispered in my ear.
“Yes, Dominus.”
He whispered in my ear. “Race car is your safe word. If you need me to stop, just say race car.”
“Okay.” My voice was shaky, though I wasn’t certain if it was due to excitement or anxiety.
No other part of him touched me at first, just his hard cock stroking in and out of my hands. That was until his warm hands started cupping my breasts. He squeezed my nipples, twisting them a bit.
“You’re a naughty little slave. I think that perhaps you need to learn a lesson of obedience. What do you think?”
“Whatever pleases you, Dominus.”
The new Domina’s moans told me John must have earned his way to cunnilingus by now. I turned my head to look, but large warm hand gently pulled my face away.
“No, no looking. Your job is to do as your Dominus says. You looking away does not please me.” Before I could protest, he placed his lips on mine. I wanted to pull away, to keep my promise to John, but he overpowered me. I would have been outraged if the kiss wasn’t so damned hot.
His hot breath was in my ear. “I talked to John earlier, it’s okay.” He planted another kiss on my mouth that took my breath away. His tongue teased my lips.
He knew John! That rat bastard had this planned all along.
“Now to teach you that lesson.” He pulled back, spun me around and threw me over his shoulder. I screeched, unready to have the world upside down.
He placed me down gently on the pillow-covered floors and clapped his hands. He scooped up my head. “Open your mouth.”
I looked up, my head cradled in his hand, wondering what would happen next.
“I said open up!” he growled.
I did as I was told. Much to my delight, an espresso martini was poured in. I swallowed, happily accepting my favorite drink.
“Now, get on your knees.” His voice was low and carnal.
I wasn’t very graceful as I rolled onto my stomach and fought to get to my knees with my hands still tied behind my back.
He walked around me a few times. “Now for punishment. You really need to learn to control yourself, slave. Lusting after others, peeking in the private huts of other villages.”
He walked to the wooden chest again. This time he pulled out a flogger with long leather straps and something else he kept hidden behind his back. I watched him walk behind me until my head couldn’t turn any more.
“First, I’m taking away your sight. You must learn to focus.” He positioned two black patches, that must have been Velcro, over the eye holes. They clung to my mask and everything went black. “That’s better.”
With my sight gone, I was left to feeling and sound. As I listened, I heard him circling me and swooshing sounds I could not identify. That was until he struck my breasts with the whip. It didn’t hurt, but caused me to jump. Then he did it again, this time with a little more gusto. The tiny beads at the end stung, but only slightly.
He continued by putting me face down on the pillows with my naked ass up in the air. “Oh this is a nice ass,” he said with a growl. One hand rubbed my ass. I could only presume the other was stroking his own cock, since I could not see. Then I heard sucking. Someone was sucking him. Suddenly, I felt jealous. I wanted a hand, mouth, cock—something on my pussy.
Then the whip hit my ass. A few of the beads tapped my clit and I jumped again. He continued to assault me for a few minutes, growling every time I jumped.
My lips were swollen. I could feel it. Every ounce of blood I had started to pool around my midsection.
What I could only assume was warm oil was poured all over my bottom. It dripped down between my swollen lips. Large fingers started rubbing it in, teasing my swollen lips before I felt a delicate female touch join in.
The ‘Dominus’ had moved down toward my head as whomever was behind me untied my hands. Thinking I was free, I started to push myself up.
“Oh no you don’t.” He re-tied them in front of me. “You’re still a slave. Only I decide if the binds come off.”
I felt the familiar sensation of the head of a penis brushing my lips. “Please me and they come off.” The game was starting to have some promise. I took him in my mouth, holding myself up with bound hands.
“That’s right, just the mouth. No hands.” He breathed in through his teeth, hissing as he did so. “Get it good and wet.”
My excitement grew as I sucked him, wondering what would happen next. After a moment, he pulled me up so I was sitting up on my knees. Warm oil was then poured on my chest.
He placed his hard cock between my tits and pushed them together with his hands. The sensation must have been better for him than for me, but hearing his groans and noises excited me. I had to have a cock soon or I would freak out.
I could feel that I was dripping wet and I’d had very little in the way of pleasure thus far. My body ached for attention.
“Open your pretty little mouth.” A woman was behind me. She pulled me back so I was leaning on her. She grabbed my hair and tilted my head back. I opened up as I was ordered to and another shot was poured into my mouth.
“We need to get this little ass ready,” she whispered.
“No, I haven’t…”
“I know. You will. I won’t hurt you,” she whispered. Back into character, she pushed me down, then grabbed me by my hips so my ass was in the air again.
Her tongue plunged into my ass. I jumped at first. The sensation was alien to me. Then I started to relax and it actually felt nice.
The man had reclaimed his position, forcing his cock into my mouth, then pulling it out. “Suck my balls, you filthy little slave.” I did as commanded.
I heard John’s familiar grunt of release across the room. He wasn’t anywhere near me.
“That’s good,” the man said as I sucked his balls. They were smooth and soft. He stuck his cock back in my mouth.
“I’m going to stick this hard cock right in that swollen pussy.”
The woman’s tongue left my backside while the man pulled me up on him. I heard the foil packet and the sound of latex being rolled onto an erection. He pushed me down on him.
He started fucking me slowly at first. I thought he was being gentle but then I realized it was something else. A thin object was being introduced into my ass. There was no pain or burning as there had been on previous attempts. Delicate female hands stroked my ass cheeks as the thin object moved in and out with some resistance.
The sensation inside me was something I’d not experienced before. As the man known as Dominus fucked me from below, a woman fucked my ass with whatever handheld device she had.
“Oh yeah, that ass is opening up now.” She pulled out the thin object. Then something a little bigger was forced in. There was some pain at first. But I felt the warmth of legs against me from behind. She was wearing a strap-on.
I couldn’t see a damned thing, but I doubt I could have anyway. I was so full, so excited I couldn’t breathe.
“Oh yeah,” the guy below me said. He quickened the pace as did the woman behind me.
I balled my bound fists on the man’s chest.
“Fuck yeah, she’s gonna come!” he yell
ed as he really went to town under me. I was bouncing so much I couldn’t tell his cock from her strap-on any longer. The pressure inside me built in ways I hadn’t experienced before. I couldn’t hold on another second. With a scream, the orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave.
Now I knew why there was a woman passed out in the corner. I had no energy. I could barely breathe. I couldn’t move. I was totally spent.
“Good girl,” he said as he untied my hands.
I rolled to my side collapsing.
“Recognize me yet?” he asked.
I shook my head, not caring as he peeled off my mask. My eyes were a little fuzzy from being behind a blind.
“It’s me.” His mask was lifted to his forehead.
“Mike?” It was one of John’s friends I’d only met one time at a race. My heart jumped a little. John let his friend kiss me.
“Oh, uh…”
“I hope that’s okay,” John said as he walked up.
Okay? I’d just had the orgasm of my life.
Chapter 26
Mike and his new girlfriend took the limo with us to Denny’s for an early morning breakfast. I could not believe John had arranged all of that.
“I wanted to piss you off, but I had no idea you’d get so vocal. I thought I went too far.” John pushed a forkful of waffle in his mouth, not making eye contact.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me. Being bossed around, told what I could and could not drink or wear…it irritated me beyond belief. I don’t think I want that at our club.” I pulled apart my English muffin.
“Your club? You’re holding out on me, John!”
John laughed. “No I’m not. I hired you to help me work on the place.”
“Does someone want to fill me in?” Caprice, Mike’s girlfriend, chimed in.
“We’re opening up our own club. We close on the property in a few days.” I smiled at John. “We’re full-blown partners now.”
“Blown?” Mike laughed and Caprice spit out her coffee.
She smacked Mike in the back of the head. “Thanks, asshole!”
Breakfast was a nice change. Between the laughter, food and fatigue we hadn’t noticed how much time had passed.
