Sasha leaned back against his broad chest and tilted her head for one of the warm, slow kisses that always fueled her desire. “Come on.” His deep voice was tinged with husky arousal, and it made Sasha’s insides spasm. “I think we’d better get going.”
As they left the building to the chauffeured limousine, men gaped at the vision on the lucky man’s arm. She was a fantasy most could only imagine. The beautiful sophisticated woman conjured images of passion and sexual pleasures on a level at which they could only dream, and their eyes tried to gaze through her skirt, thinking they imagined seeing her boldly displayed for their voyeuristic delight.
Darien acknowledged the stares, although Sasha was oblivious to them. She turned her adoring eyes to him and tilted her head for another quick kiss before she swung her legs into the sleek car. Darien smiled as he heard the soft groans from the men watching.
Sasha was surprisingly calm. Darien had explained what he wanted from her that evening, and as with the ceremony he had prepared her so that she knew what to expect. She learned he did not like to share new erotic pleasures he exposed her to, and he wanted to be alone with her during her first experiences.
They drove into the hills, leaving the casinos even further behind, and Sasha studied the endless sea of stars in the sky over the plains. It was a beautiful desert night.
The limo pulled up a long driveway that ended in a circle of lights. The wide arch of the doorway was lit to highlight the entrance, and the door was opened by a liveried butler who bowed at the waist and ushered them into the foyer with a sweep of his arm.
Sasha tried not to stare too intently at an erotic nude statue and the portrait of the woman bound to the cross with the signs of a recent whipping coloring her figure in rosy hues. She wanted to curse her body for betraying her with a little spasm, and Darien smiled as he felt the slight quiver that went through her, with the hand he had placed on the small of her back.
She followed two steps behind him with her eyes slightly lowered. Darien explained this was the look he wanted for his companion. He did not want the downcast, condescending stare of a slave…at least not for this evening’s dinner.
They crossed the expansive rooms and halls to a relaxation area with a bar and small, pillowed sofas and ottomans spaced throughout the room. It looked out onto a large pool and patio, lit by colorful lights. There must have been fifty people wandering the area, and most of them had companions following closely behind or kneeling by their sides.
Sasha realized some of her calmness was because she was not required to try to converse with these people and she would be saved the humiliation of embarrassing herself and Darien by stuttering through answers. The other reason she was calm was because when she studied the other companions present, she recognized the care and thought Darien had taken to provide her with a garment that showed he considered her a companion and not the toy or sexual plaything some of the outfits suggested.
She followed him to the bar and out to the patio where he sat on the end of an empty cushioned couch, and Sasha knelt silently beside him on the thick pillow on the slate. She had her first glimpse of a Mistress when a woman leading two young men on leashes greeted Darien. He stood and brushed his lips across the heavily ringed fingers. “Thank you for inviting me, Marie. It’s been too long.”
The woman raked her eyes across Sasha. “She’s lovely, Darien. I’m so glad you could make it to my little soirée this evening,” the older woman gushed.
“Sasha, stand.”
She gracefully tilted back on the heels and rolled to her feet, keeping her eyes lowered to knee height as Darien had instructed. The woman looked at Darien. “May I?”
“Of course, Marie. Sasha is a prize I love to show off,” Darien replied.
The older woman reached under Sasha’s chin and lifted her head. Darien had instructed her to focus on the Master’s mouth when they did that, and never look them in the eye suggesting she considered herself an equal, unless they requested her to. Marie did not.
“Oh my, I detect innocence in this provocative creature,” Marie noted.
“Sasha is only a month into her training,” Darien admitted.
“Such calm and grace for one so new. Of course, you do have a reputation for results,” she chuckled. “She looks a bit fragile for your heavy hand, though.”
“William seemed to be pleased with her endurance,” Darien informed her. Sasha was unaware that several Masters exiled unruly submissives to time with William for correction, and that was the reason for the cages in the cellar. His sadistic friend loved the distraction, and the Masters or Mistresses were returned a much more willing slave.
Marie sounded unconvinced. “As your companion, I’m sure he took into consideration her limits.”
“Actually, I sent her to William to explore her limits. She managed five minutes on the altar cross after never being suspended before, and William chose to disengage before she collapsed. She wasn’t gagged, and she never made a sound.”
A man’s voice interrupted. “I would never have allowed him to put such an intriguing creature on that damn thing. William is not known for his judgment when he’s deriving pleasure from suffering.”
“As I was discussing with Marie, Sasha is new. Her submissive abilities are strong and we are learning her limits. She’s not a masochist, and although she has the arousal of any natural submissive at the thought of the games, she doesn’t enjoy them on a mental level unless they are to please me,” Darien replied.
The man insisted, “And she came back to you after you had William torture her?”
“Sasha knew she was there so we could further her training for our compatibility, and that she wasn’t being punished. She did suggest she wasn’t interested in returning to him anytime soon,” Darien chuckled.
The group laughed in agreement over that. “You’re lucky, then. Just a hint of a visit to him will keep her in line,” the man offered.
“Ah, the mystery of the calm façade is revealed,” Marie agreed.
Sasha noticed the tinge of tight anger in Darien’s reply. “I don’t have to threaten Sasha to make her want to please me.”
Sasha did the unforgivable. She raised her green gaze and looked directly in the Mistress’s cold eyes and seethed, “How dare you suggest the only way I would stay with my Master is out of fear of William’s punishment. Mistress, you belittle his status and training as a Master.”
“Sasha!” Darien exclaimed. He snapped his fingers and she immediately dropped to her knees, lowered her eyes and knelt, silently shaking in anger.
Marie laughed. “She is new, so I will forgive her,” she said, dismissing Sasha’s outburst. The woman reached a hand down and stroked Sasha’s head. “And quite defensive of her Master, I see. You’ve instilled quite a bit of loyalty in such a brief amount of time.”
“I’m sorry, Marie. This is Sasha’s first public display other than the ceremony,” Darien informed her.
The man clapped Darien on the back. “Not that I’d like to see a stand off of our slaves defending their Masters, but I agree with the Mistress that I was wrong. Punishment is not your submissive’s driving force.”
“I need to prepare for the unveiling announcement. Darien, would it be possible to include your companion in this evening’s entertainment? I realize she’s not collared and still in probationary status, so you would of course set the limits,” Marie said.
“I would be honored. Let me know where and when,” Darien replied. The Mistress and Master moved off and Darien sat back on the couch. “I can’t believe you did that,” he whispered.
Sasha continued to stare at the ground and whispered back, “She had no right to insult you that way. I’m sorry I disappointed you by breaking form.” Sasha felt like crying. After all the trouble Darien went through to dress her perfectly and the hours he spent training her, and she returned his care by embarrassing him in front of the hostess.
“I’ve wanted to tell that arrogant old witch off for yea
rs. You’ll have quite a secret fan club by the end of the evening. Still, it wasn’t very submissive behavior,” he laughed quietly.
“I’m not her submissive,” Sasha reminded him.
A gong rang from somewhere and Darien had Sasha stand. He noticed a larger crowd had gathered on the patio, aligning themselves to where they could see them. Word was already spreading, probably thanks to Master Gordon, about how Sasha had blasted Marie, and curious guests wanted to see the submissive who would do this. Clearly, she must just be acting the part of Darien’s companion.
Darien removed her emerald cloak exposing her breasts, and he smiled as her nipples peaked to tightness at the excitement of being displayed. His hand reached down and swept off the skirt, and as he moved from in front of her to lay the garments on the sofa there were several gasps.
Sasha trembled slightly, and Darien reached in to give her pussy a comforting stroke. He already knew he would find her soaked with passion. He leaned over to kiss her temple. “You’re doing fine, Sasha.”
He indicated for her to kneel again, and when a waiter walked by, he ordered another drink for himself and a water for Sasha. He knew she was nervous and wanted her hydrated for whatever plans Marie had for her later.
She ate from a bowl Darien brought back for her from the buffet. She had practiced eating without her hands and could now accomplish it almost as well as Ronnie. Darien had thoughtfully provided bite sized cheese and fruit that would be easier to manipulate and would not be too messy.
Half an hour later, Darien led her into the house to the slave’s restroom where there was an attendant helping unbuckle and replace restraints on slaves that needed assistance. Sasha quickly tended to her business, ran her fingers through her hair, and waited outside the door for Darien to collect to her.
They returned to the patio where Darien introduced his silent companion to more guests. Most of the people had made a point of getting close enough to see Darien’s fascinating submissive, and at the sound of another gong, Marie appeared in front of them again.
“Have you decided what entertainment your companion will provide for us?” Marie asked.
“What would you like, Marie? Nothing that will permanently mark her, of course.” Darien was prepared to set limits, but was curious to see what Marie was up to. He did not believe for a minute she was going to let Sasha’s outburst go unpunished.
Marie’s eyes narrowed as she studied the beautiful young woman. “She’s a lovely canvas. How about wax?” Marie loved the reaction to the delayed burn and the colors as they ran down the trembling bodies of her slaves while they screeched and shrieked in melodious tones.
“I agree, with one further stipulation,” Darien said. He knew Marie was expecting him to say her nipples and pussy had to be spared. “I won’t place anything above the neck. It’s difficult to remove from her hair, and I’d prefer to leave her choker on.”
Marie’s mouth flopped open. She had expected the man to back out, or indeed, she had thought the stipulation would be what Darien had been thinking, and now she wished she had chosen whips or caning. As Darien and his submissive followed her to the stage, Marie’s lip curled as she figured out a way she could still win this contest.
Sasha climbed onto the small platform. The Mistress’s arch was made out of marble, and there were whipping posts, crosses and other apparatus surrounding it. Sasha decided she must consider the heavy stone a piece of sculpture when it was not needed for its practical use.
Darien unlaced her corset and had her remove her heels, and then he rolled down her stockings and removed the thong. Sasha stood before the large audience naked, except for her necklaces. Marie was saying something in the background about Darien and his new companion, but Sasha ignored her. She watched Darien’s eyes and waited for the smile that let her know everything was all right.
He put a finger to her lips. “Stay silent as long as you can bear it.”
“Yes, sir,” Sasha smiled, and she felt the trickle of juice hit her thigh as Darien walked her over to the arch and began to secure her. He tossed her hair over her shoulder so it brushed the ground, and Sasha felt herself melting into the world that was just her and Darien. No one else existed there.
Three different colored candles were already lit and dripping down their length, and the colors as the wax decorated her bowed body would be able to be seen several rows back. Marie sprung her surprise. “Darien?” She failed miserably at the innocent pout she tried to express. “May I decorate your companion? I realize she’s only on probation, but she did insult me.”
If Darien could have seen Sasha’s expression, he would be tempted to warn her about speaking again. She was seething at the insinuation as much as he was. This time, she remained silent. ‘Bring it on, bitch.’
Marie continued, “If she knows it would please you to make it right by me, I’m sure she’d find pleasure in my technique.”
‘Oh, you think I’m going to scream and beg you to stop? Fat chance. I don’t care if you coat me in wax. Go ahead, sir.’ Sasha wanted to rip the old biddy’s throat out.
Darien did not like the turn of events, but if Marie dared to scar Sasha she would lose the precious piece of status she had been able to maintain since her husband had died and left her his money. He forced a tight smile. “I think that is an excellent suggestion, Mistress. My submissive is willing to undergo any training that ensures her compatibility to please me.”
‘Oooh, low blow to the belly on that one. Way to go, sir.’ Sasha was quivering with anticipation to prove herself.
Marie was irritated that Darien was able to turn the situation into a direction that benefited himself and left Marie uncompensated for Sasha’s rudeness. She had to console herself with his reply, and that she had really left him no way out. Still, he did not need to be so damn eloquent with his response, and even Marie realized she sounded like a petulant child when she had cornered him. She turned to Sasha. He had found himself a beauty; there was no denying that.
Marie picked up a candle, and Darien interrupted. “Perhaps you’d like her blindfolded so you can’t suggest she prepared for your torture?” He did not wait for an answer as he took Sasha’s leather blindfold out of his pocket and covered her eyes. Sasha smelled his spice scent embedded in the leather and it comforted her. It occurred to her that she never had actually watched the wax drip on her and it might be frightening, and she silently thanked him for his foresight.
On a sublevel, she realized it was Marie’s claws twisting her nipples for response, but in her mind she went back to the erotic time Darien had first used the intense pleasure of candles on her. She imagined him lightly tweaking and sucking her peak. Sasha almost heard the hiss of the wax when it hit the moisture on her tight bud, and she held back a sigh.
What the guests saw, was Marie torturing the tight peak with her nails and holding the candle unnecessarily close to ensure maximum heat when it hit the sensitive flesh. There were a few disgusted oaths, and then silence as they watched the girls head sway slowly, with her lips parted in obvious passion. Confused glances passed among the crowd, and the people in the front row heard Darien’s spoken thought, “That’s right, Sasha, keep thinking of me.”
As Marie coated the first breast until none of Sasha’s flesh could be seen, she became infuriated. She gritted her teeth as she teased the other nipple and dripped the wax from less than an inch from its surface.
The guests held their breath and watched the submissive’s blindfolded face as she moaned, and the pulsing low in her belly was obvious.
Marie fairly dumped the wax on her and was almost shaking by the time she reached Sasha’s pussy. The glistening juices of Sasha’s arousal in their musky sweetness caused her eyes to widen. Her intention was to have the girl screaming and begging by now, especially after Darien boasted William had been unable to get that response. Instead, the girl was close to orgasm.
There was a difference between waxing the fleshy lips of her mound and direct contact wit
h an aroused clit, and Marie figured the girl’s unexpected arousal would now be her downfall as she spread Sasha’s labia.
One of the guests called loudly, “She’s on probation, Marie. You know that’s unacceptable.”
Marie muttered, “Fuck you, Brandon,” and she mistakenly assumed she was not overheard by the Chairman of their club. She poured the molten wax directly on the exposed pearl of Sasha’s sex, and Sasha screamed.
It was what she screamed that got the guests’ attention, though. “Master, may I cum?”
Sasha had spent the entire time in an erotic fantasy of Darien providing the harsh tortures, and with each inhale she smelled the spice masculine smell of the man she loved and wanted to serve. By the time he had traveled to her pussy, she was agonized with the need to have his cock thrusting inside her. When he spread her folds, she knew could not hold back, and begged for permission to climax.
Darien ran up to the stage and whispered in her ear, “Yes, Sasha, you may cum.”
As Sasha shuddered to her climax in front of an amazed audience, Darien ripped the candles out of Marie’s hand. “I believe my submissive has served her punishment,” he seethed, “for whatever transgressions you feel she committed, Mistress.” He spat the last word as though something distasteful had hit his tongue.
Gordon and Mistress Bonita began pealing the wax off Sasha’s breasts while Darien attended to her pussy. Gordon glanced at Marie as he removed the last piece and said, “Shit, what the hell is wrong with you?” The peak was already blistered.
Bonita opened her purse. “Gordon, put some balm on it quickly. Darien, how are things down there?”
“Red and swollen, but frankly my little companion’s arousal made most of it slide right off,” he chuckled nervously, and he looked at her nipples and groaned. “That bitch.”
Bonita and Gordon gently massaged the ointment onto the injured flesh. “Darien, take this. The stuff is amazing. I swear, keep it on her and she’ll be fine in a couple of days.”
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