Darien’s voice echoed, “Slaves, Position One.”
Sasha froze. ‘What? Slaves? The other women?’ She felt slender fingers spread her labia and lightly stroke. Sasha quivered. She had never been with a woman. ‘I can’t do this…Oh god…I can’t do this.’ She panicked as she felt a soft tongue lick her sore nipple and gently draw it in her mouth, bathing it in commiserating tenderness.
Sasha shuddered a few quiet sobs, and realized thighs had straddled her face. She smelled the musk and perfume of the woman as her folds spread and moved towards Sasha’s quivering lips. A hand gently stroked her drenched forehead, lightly brushing her hair, as a tongue flicked her clit and caused her hips to rise off the platform.
Sasha paid attention to what the woman was doing to her sex and tried to mimic the actions on the pussy over her own mouth. Fingers gently plunged into her channel while little nips attacked her bead. She had not realized her own tongue had been working in frantic passion until Ronnie moaned, “Master, may I cum?”
“Yes, my slave, you may cum.”
Sasha felt Ronnie’s juices gush from her channel, and eagerly sucked her until her climax passed. As soon as she stood, Sasha gasped, “Master, may I cum?”
“Not yet, Sasha.”
‘Not yet? I can’t stand this.’ She thrust her hips in frustration, trying to buck the torment away from her pussy so she would not disobey.
“Position Two, slaves.” Darien chuckled at Melinda’s scowl. She had a bet with Eric she could make Sasha cum, and now she was facing the night in a cage.
Melinda attended Sasha’s nipples and Ronnie settled between Sasha’s thighs with sweeping strokes that brought her right up to the edge arousal again. Sasha recognized Katie’s perfume when she settled on her face, and tried to concentrate on bringing her quickly to climax and ending her own torture. Another startling discovery Sasha made was that Mel was not the only one with her clit hood pierced. All three of them were adorned with the little ring that she was now flicking back and forth with her tongue.
Ronnie was being considerate and keeping her at a comfortable peak until Katie stiffened and reached back. She felt Mel and Kate grip hands on her chest as Katie gritted out, “Oh dear god, Master, may I cum?”
“Yes, my sweet Katie, before you explode, my slave.”
Katie’s thighs spasmed so tightly together that Sasha thought her ears would be bruised before her release ended. She slowly climbed off Sasha’s drenched face and waited to be told to head to her pussy.
Sasha was moaning in agony. “Master, please, please may I cum?” she begged.
“Not yet.”
Sasha actually wailed as Ronnie latched onto her nipples. Katie was carefully lapping her quivering wet folds, and Mel practically bounced on her face. Sasha had no trouble discerning why Melinda went last, as within a minute she was almost shrieking, “Master, please…oh…oh…please may I cum, Master?”
“Yes my slave, you may cum,” Eric chuckled.
Melanie did not spasm, she squeezed. Hard. Sasha was not going to avoid gulping down her cream. She could not move her head at all. Breathing was impossible with Melanie’s strong thighs squirming and squeezing together. When Melanie fell off to the side, Sasha dragged in air, and Katie attacked. Between Ronnie now nipping at her nipple and Katie flicking at her bud while her fingers thrust quickly in her channel, Sasha arched up screaming, “Master, please…may…” she groaned, “may I cum?”
“Yes my slave, you may cum,” Darien smiled.
Sasha only heard him say, ‘yes’ as she screamed and climaxed violently, straining her wrists and ankles, and knocking Ronnie’s face out of the way with her heaving breasts. Sasha finally collapsed against the wooden arch, exhausted.
She sensed people moving away and the rustle of people dressing again as she continued to lie on the arched podium. Sweat and the juices of mixed climaxes coated her, and Sasha was happy. Her Master could be proud of her.
“Darien, she’s remarkable,” Edmond said in a hushed tone. “You were right, though I’ll never know how you could tell after just meeting her the one time and not being able to coerce her to the club.” Even with the brief contact Edmond had with Sasha, he was unsure she would have the stamina to have as strong a Master as Darien.
All the men were in agreement, and the women were thrilled. At the end of the three-month probation, which coincided with the summer months Darien had vowed to keep her, he could collar his treasure. He looked over to where she lay, naked, stretched out and quivering in spasmodic reflex. “You’ll see yourselves to the door?”
“I think your slave needs some TLC,” William smiled as the group headed upstairs.
Fingers brushed her cheek. “Sasha, I’m going to undo your cuffs, but I don’t want you to move. All right?”
“Yes, sir,” came her shaky reply.
Darien knew she was drained, physically and emotionally. The ceremony was something the men decided on five years ago when their investments did not take as much time to handle, when they had grown bored with casual relationships and had decided to find companions.
Darien had two weeks less than he had wanted to work with her. Her unwillingness to join her friends at the club was a major delaying factor. Fixing Paul, one of his bartenders, up with Liz, had helped a lot. He really had no idea the two would hit it off so well, and he had only counted on the distraction for the first night Sasha came to the club. When Paul decided to move in with the girl, ultimately causing Sasha’s move to Darien’s, it helped speed up her preparation. Still, Sasha did extremely well.
He knew she would recognize the positions, calming her. Keeping her with the women all day had helped. He was still awed that she had counted out the punishments from the positions. He had finally gotten her unbound from the arch. “I’m going to carry you over to the couch. Your back is going to be very stiff, so take it easy.”
“Yes, sir.”
Her head sagged against him and she was too weak to lift her arms. He sat on the sofa with her and gave her a little water while he began to rub circulation back into her strained limbs. The last thing he did was to remove the blindfold.
Sasha looked up at him wearily. “Did I please you?”
Darien kissed her and took her upstairs. He laid her on the bed while he filled the bath and added soothing salts, and he fed her another bottle of water while she lay back on him in the pulsing jets. Afterwards, he dried her and applied ointment to her welts. She kissed him and curled up onto his chest and fell asleep.
Darien stayed awake for a while, idly stroking her hair and listening to her breathe. His lips strayed to her more than once, giving her an absent kiss each time. He was so very proud of her. The changes she had been through in such a short amount of time were overwhelming, and he realized how much she was learning to trust him. That was crucial to him. The other men knew he was going to take most of the summer off for her three month probationary while he helped her explore more of what their chosen life-style had to offer. It would also facilitate Sasha’s bonding with him, away from the distractions of the nightclub, school and friends. He was determined to be her first consideration.
His hand brushed down her back and she snuggled closer to his protection. He wondered what his submissive was dreaming about, and reached between her thighs. She thrust her wet pussy into his fingers and he smiled, kissing her once more and finally drifting off to sleep.
In the morning, he woke and watched her until her eyes blinked awake. She smiled at him, stretched and groaned.
“You need to take it easy for a couple of days.”
“I don’t think that will be a problem.” She looked up at him and said, “Am I supposed to call you sir or Master?”
“Sasha, you are truly something else. You can’t call me Master until the end of the three month probationary, Darien or sir is fine.”
“Then I’m going to call you Darien while I still can. I like your name,” she decided.
He gave a small laugh. “Ar
e you ready for some breakfast?”
Sasha’s eyes lit up. “I’m starving.”
Darien told Clara to make sure she added a fruit bowl for Sasha this morning, and when they got out to the terrace Clara was still standing there, beaming. “I’m so happy to see you this morning, Sasha. If you need anything, please let me know.”
“Thank you, Clara. It’s good to see you, too.” When the woman left them, Sasha asked Darien, “What was all that about?”
“Clara has been my housekeeper for over ten years, Sasha. She’s familiar with our lifestyle tastes and she was worried you wouldn’t make it through the ceremony. She’s quite fond of you,” Darien told her.
“She knows what I… she knows what…?”
“She knows what our tastes are, so she probably has a pretty good idea what the ceremony is like, but no, she doesn’t know the specifics. Eat your fruit. Your body needs it to repair.”
“Yes, sir.” Sasha bit into a piece of melon.
When they finished eating, Darien took her back to the bedroom and laid out a loose halter sundress for her. It was conservative enough to hide all the markings from the previous night, and the built-in shelf would relieve her of cramping her tortured nipples into a bra. “No panties or stockings today,” Darien ordered, and as he headed to the closet for some shoes, he smiled at her shocked expression.
“Are we going someplace?”
“We need to go to the club so I can pick up a few things, and I want to see if Paul or Michael can bring the truck over to your apartment so we can collect your belongings.”
Sasha frowned. She had given no thought to the things she had left in the apartment a few days ago.
Darien watched her expression and laughed. “Stop analyzing, Sasha.” He walked over to his dresser and pulled something out of the top drawer. “I bought you something to celebrate your new status.”
Sasha opened up the velvet jewelry box. There was a gold chain with a large ‘D’ and smaller ‘s’ looped together with a jeweled collar charm. “Darien, it’s beautiful.” She held up her hair so he could put it on her.
Before she dropped her hair, he kissed the back of her neck. “It will look very pretty until we can get you a real collar.”
Sasha turned around and winced as she threw her arms around his neck to kiss him.
“I told you, slow movements for a few days,” he admonished. He was talking to her back as she dashed to the mirror to look at her new choker.
When they arrived at the club, Darien led her back upstairs, and as they were walking down the hall to the office, Sasha looked at the doorways. “Which one is yours?”
He stopped a few doors down. “This one. Would you like to see it?” He swiped the card and held open the door, brushing the wall with his hand until he found the light switch.
Sasha walked around the huge apartment. There was a sunken living room, small kitchen and a huge bedroom outfitted with a lot of the contraptions that were in the game room at the bigger house. The bathroom was also large. “This is nice,” Sasha exclaimed.
Darien walked up behind her and carefully put his arms around her waist. “I’m sure we’ll find the opportunity to visit, once in a while.”
After they picked up some files from the office, they walked back to the bar where Paul was stocking liquor bottles. “Paul, can you grab the truck and help us out for a few hours.”
Paul looked at Sasha, and then down at the bar. “Sasha, about Liz and the apartment…”
“It’s all right, Paul. I’m happy Liz has finally found someone who can keep up with her,” Sasha smiled.
“Thanks. I really felt bad about booting you out so fast. Liz is great.”
“Speaking of which, that’s what I need your help for. I want to move Sasha’s things up to my house in the hills, and you can keep the truck to move your things back to the apartment. I don’t think we’ll need it here for a couple of days.”
“That would be great boss. Sasha, I guess Liz knows what stuff is yours. We can get it packed up and labeled unless there’s anything you think you’ll need right away.”
Sasha thought about her aching muscles. If it were left up to her, she would grab her photo albums and just leave everything else. “Thanks Paul. I’ll stop by on the way home and pick up the essentials, and anything else is fine to box up.”
With that settled, Darien took her by the apartment. She grabbed a box of things she wanted to put in her new room at Darien’s and left Liz a note. Sasha was surprised at how the morning had sapped her strength, and she was dozing by the time Darien pulled into the driveway.
“Sasha, you need more rest and I’ve got some errands to run. Go on upstairs and take a nap. I’ll see you for dinner.”
“All right, Darien. I’ll see you this evening.” Sasha grabbed her box of things from the apartment and walked into the house as he drove off.
When she got upstairs, she went down to the room by the terrace that she had claimed as her own. She laid the box on the bed and began unpacking it. For the most part, it contained things from her school years and a few of her Grandmother’s trinkets. There was a framed picture of her parents that she put on one side of the dresser, and a picture of her grandparents standing with her at her high school graduation. It was the last picture she had of her grandpa, and he was already showing signs of illness.
She put her journal on the nightstand. It was not anything she kept up with regularly, but it held the newspaper clippings of her parents’ death and the obituaries of her grandparents. There were a few words that seemed inspirational to her while she was growing up, and a few confusing thoughts about her relationship with Brian.
Sasha frowned at the book and began going through it. She took out only the pages with the newspaper clippings and tossed the book into the trash. The journal was no longer going to remind her of the depressing entries of her sad life. There was a knock on the door and she saw Clara standing in the hall with a tray.
“Sasha, come join me on the terrace for some tea. It’s chamomile and will help you rest.”
The sun was warm and it felt good as it washed over her. The tea did relax her. “Darien says you’ve been with him a long time.”
“I think about ten years now. Henry and I like to travel, and Darien rents us nice places when we move. Henry’s disabled, so it works out pretty well for us. We sure couldn’t have afforded to go to the places we’ve been able to visit otherwise,” Clara smiled.
“I’m still trying to get used to all this. I was raised in a small town by my grandparents,” Sasha said.
“It is a bit overwhelming,” Clara laughed. “Darien never has let it go to his head, though. I mean, he certainly enjoys his money, but he’s not arrogant about it.” Clara wrinkled her nose.
“I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and find out it’s all been some kind of dream. He’s almost too perfect for me.”
“You’ve made a difference in him. He smiles a lot more. Before he met you, it seemed like he was searching for something. Henry and I both agree he’s found what he was looking for with you,” Clara said.
Sasha stared at her tea, and slowly looked up at the woman. “Darien said you know about his…about our…”
Clara had already noticed the young woman’s uncomfortable manner in the morning, and interrupted her awkward statement. “Sasha, Henry and I met Darien at a club in New York.” Clara pulled down the neckline of her sweater and Sasha almost choked on her tea when she revealed a black leather collar with gold designs stitched into it and a gold ring at the front. “I wish I had a camera.” Clara began laughing.
“Oh, I’m so sorry for staring. I didn’t know,” Sasha fumbled.
Clara’s fingers trailed over the leather with obvious fondness. “Henry made this for me more than twenty years ago. It may not be as elegant as the formal collars your friends wear, but the sentiment behind it can’t be any stronger. So yes, Sasha, I know about Darien and the others, and although Henry and I don’t travel in the
same circles or have quite the same exotic tastes as your man, I wanted you to know you can be comfortable around me. If there’s anything I can do for you, or if you just need someone to talk to, I’ll understand.”
“Thank you, Clara. I was so embarrassed this morning. Yesterday, Henry seemed to hint that he knew what was going on and I didn’t know what to say.” Sasha finished her tea and yawned. “You were right. The tea did relax me. I think I’ll finish unpacking my things and lie down for a while. I’m so glad you talked with me.”
Sasha made it back to her room, and when Clara checked on her half an hour later she was curled up on the bed sound asleep with her news clippings lying by her opened hand. Her long brown hair covered her like a cloak, and she worried her bottom lip in her sleep. Clara did not hear Darien walk up behind her, and she jumped when he put his hand on her shoulder. The look in his eyes while he watched Sasha sleep was intense to the point of being fierce, and Clara motioned him out onto the terrace.
“Why does she insist on having that room?” he muttered. When he came home, he had gone to his bedroom, expecting to curl up behind her. At first he had panicked, thinking she had thought things over and left, and then he saw Clara standing in the hall.
“Darien, she needs a space of her own. She’s put the pictures of her parents and grandparents in there, and the clippings of their deaths are lying next to her. Her journal, the musings of her past, is in the trashcan. Sasha’s not leaving, Darien. She’s in love with you and scared to death she’s not good enough for you. Leave her a space to tuck her family away...a family who may not have understood the life she’s chosen, but whose memories she needs to hold onto.”
“When did you become so observant?” Darien smirked.
“I’ve discovered it’s best to stay on my toes around you. Sometimes, you don’t see the obvious.” Clara smiled. “I told her about Henry and me. You should have seen her expression.”
“I did tell you I’d leave that decision up to you and Henry,” Darien reminded her.
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