Sasha's Game

by Candace Smith

  “Thanks, Bonita. I never should have let Marie touch her.”

  “She’s been getting borderline sadistic for the past six months and Brandon’s been ready to put her on notice. Saying ‘Fuck you’ when he tried to correct her tonight pretty well assures her dismissal. Ironically, she held the party to try to get back in his good graces,” Gordon informed him.

  “I trust he’ll send out the formal warnings about her. Visiting guests don’t need to be subjected to this crap.” Darien was referring to himself.

  Brandon had already ordered Marie to the next meeting, and she was standing by the whipping post in shock. Her actions reeled back through her mind and she knew what she had done was over the line.

  Brandon helped Darien release Sasha from the arch. She had finally stopped trembling and was coming back from whatever ecstatic high she had flown to. Darien helped her sit up and removed the blindfold, and tears spilled down her cheeks as her shining eyes looked up at him. “Did I please you, Master?”

  Darien wrapped his arms around her. “You have no idea how much you pleased me, Sasha.” Neither one of them noticed the amazed expressions of the Masters and Mistress standing by them.

  Darien helped her dress, keeping the corset loose, and he picked up the heels and told her to carry them. As they were leaving the stage, Marie finally composed herself enough to approach them.

  “Darien, I’m so sorry.”

  Darien stopped abruptly and turned around. “Marie, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for having trusted you to continue to use your husband’s house in good faith for us to safely practice our desires, and I’m sorry you shamed him this way. He was a remarkable Master, and I’m glad he didn’t have to witness your obscene display this evening.

  “I am stating publicly that you are not welcome in my clubs, and you will not be welcome in the homes of the directors.” Darien looked towards the pleased faces of Brandon, Gordon and Bonita. “It was nice seeing you again, and please let me know when you have decided on the new location for the Nevada meetings.”

  Darien helped Sasha with her cape and skirt, and they headed to the door. Sasha was still confused about what had happened to her on stage. Her nipples throbbed, but Bonita’s ointment really did help numb the pain. Part of her knew it was Marie who had tortured her, and it scared her how real it had seemed that it was Darien leading her to a new height of sexual awareness.

  When they returned to the apartment, Darien had Sasha strip and he fondled her breasts, looking carefully for further injury in the reddened orbs. He was scowling and Sasha was nervous. “It’s not that bad, Darien. Mistress Bonita’s ointment has something in it that just kind of makes my nipples numb and tingly feeling.”

  “Sasha, that bitch tried to ruin you. I ask you to trust me, and then I lead you into a situation like that for your first debut.” Darien threw his sweater across the room.

  Sasha had never seen him so angry. “She’s sick, Darien. You said her husband died. Tell me about him.” She was relieved to see she had found the right thing to say to distract him.

  Darien spent half an hour talking about the old Master of the estate, and it was obvious he had respected the man and remembered him with fondness. Marie was many years younger than her husband when she coerced her way into his life under the guise of being a submissive. Soon after they were married, she made it clear she wanted to learn how to dominate, and the man reluctantly caved in to her wishes.

  Marie never understood the relationship and balance necessary. Out of respect for her husband’s memory, the club kept her on, but she had continued to degenerate over the past year. Darien told Sasha about the brief discussion with Bonita and Gordon.

  “Most areas have clubs or places we can go to get together with people with like interests. Marie will probably wander into a sadistic enterprise that will welcome her for a while, but any club that is structured isn’t going to accept her for long. She’s unstable and could bring them unwarranted attention,” Darien explained.

  “As much as William scared me, I always knew he was in control. I can see the difference between them,” Sasha replied. “I think you’re right. Marie is dangerous, and eventually she will hurt someone.”

  They were curled up on the bed and Sasha was idly twirling one of Darien’s chest hairs. “I need you to help me understand something.”

  “Why you were able to think of me while you were on the altar?”

  Sasha leaned up to look at him with surprise. “Yes, I felt so strange. It’s like I knew it was Marie, but I convinced myself it was you so it wouldn’t bother me. It was the blindfold, wasn’t it?”

  “That was most of it,” he agreed. “When I blindfolded you before, I told you it heightens your other senses. One of them is your sense of smell, and I knew you would recognize my cologne on the leather. You never experienced the wax without a blindfold, and I decided it would be easier for you to go through it in a more familiar venue.”

  Sasha settled back on his chest and her hand began stroking his cock. “I guess what I learned out of this was to trust you to know my limits and that you will see to it my experiences are pleasurable. When I looked at the other companions, I could see their respect for the care you put into choosing the outfit you gave me to wear. Unlike my outburst to Marie when I broke form, you remained steady in following the protocol, even when she had upset you on stage. In the end, I had an awesome experience under your guidance, and Marie was exposed before she could cause more damage. If I’d followed your rules and remained silent, I never would have ended up in the situation.”

  Darien was brushing her hair with his fingers. “I did get a kick out of your defense of me,” he chuckled.

  “I promise I’ll work hard to curb that, but her insult about your training and my motivation cut like a knife. As hard as I tried to show them you’d trained me well and remain silent, I still didn’t want that shrew to spread gossip that I followed you out of fear. I’ll learn to control my emotions better and remember the possible ramifications when I don’t,” she vowed.

  “Sasha, if it had been one of the other women, what do you think they would have done? Melinda would have shrieked if she’d insulted Eric. Katie would have scratched her eyes out for daring such rudeness about Edmond, and Ronnie would have tied Marie to her own whipping post for questioning William. You’re a companion, not a slave, and I’m pleased your feelings for me are so strong.” Darien turned her over and placed her on all fours. His cock was bursting with the events of the evening and he did not want any more friction on her burns.

  Sasha positioned herself and wiggled her bottom in delight. Her channel had been clenching with spasms since thoughts of him had entered her mind on the altar, and she had been afraid he would insist she rest. The desire to have him plunging inside her filled her with anticipation, and as she felt him center on her hole, she pushed back into him. He laughed, and then gripped her hips and drove into her.

  Sasha gasped and answered his thrusts. Her grasping muscles caused him to grit his teeth and she bowed her back, looking at the headboard while his angle was adjusted into the tighter receptacle of his lust. The frenetic pace culminated in an eruption that left both of them sated, and they lay down in exhausted sleep.

  In the morning, while Sasha was applying her makeup Darien was busy with phone calls. Several guests from the party called to make sure Sasha was all right and to apologize for the disrespect their member showed towards the visiting Master. When Sasha exited the bathroom she noticed his happier mood. “What has you so pleased this morning?”

  “Bonita has asked us to dinner this evening with a few friends,” Darien informed her.

  “I don’t remember her very well, I’m afraid, but if you’d allow me, I’d like to thank her for her kindness last night…and the balm she sent home with you. I’d like to know what’s in it.” Sasha’s nipples were already healing.

  “I’ve cut our stay short by a few days. The soirée has managed to sour me on Nevada a bit, and we’re
leaving to Florida late tomorrow morning,” he informed her.

  Sasha was buttoning her blouse. “It will be good for us to leave with the memories of a nice evening with your friends instead of the uncomfortable thoughts about Marie’s downfall.” Sasha leaned up and kissed his cheek.

  They spent the day walking through the casinos and souvenir shops. Darien had noticed her stopping last week to read silly Vegas sayings on T-shirts and look at personalized memorabilia. Sasha would laugh and say, “Liz would go nuts over this. Mel would positively purr with delight if she saw this.”

  He insisted she pick up some things for her friends. She was still under the impression she was combining her lifestyles, and he had not told her Liz had accepted Paul’s collar two days ago. He promised Paul he would let Liz tell her when they returned home.

  Sasha had an almost disappointed look on her face when Darien laid out an elegant gown for her to wear to dinner, and he saw the confusion pass her features. “It does remove easily, Sasha,” he told her. Her bottom lip trembled as desire pulsed in her eyes, and he laughed quietly at her obvious arousal at the mere suggestion of the possibilities for later in the evening.

  Bonita had a lovely estate with a definite colorful Spanish flair in her decorating. “Darien, I’m so glad you could come. We were afraid you were going to take your submissive out of Nevada as soon as you reached your apartment.” Her dark eyes flashed on Sasha. “Sasha, you look positively lovely.”

  Darien had told her to treat this like a dinner with the directors. “Thank you, Bonita. I also want to thank you for your thoughtfulness last night. What on earth is in that ointment? It’s incredible.”

  Bonita laughed. “It’s something I picked up in Japan last year, and I bought a huge jar of the stuff. I put my phone number on the label so you can contact me if you run out.”

  They were led to an open sunken room where Gordon and Brandon were already sipping wine with their companions. A handsome man who towered over Bonita handed her a glass, and she introduced Marco to them. The submissive fawned over his Mistress with adoration, and Bonita basked in his attentions.

  Over dinner, the subject of Marie’s downfall was once again discussed. “Terry called me and said Marie has already spoken with him and is trying to worm her way in with them. He surprised me by suggesting their club would bring her in,” Brandon said. “His reasoning was sound. He was concerned that if she goes off on her own she might do something to bring attention to all of us.”

  Brandon looked uncomfortable as he continued. “He called back an hour later and said she’s already hinting at anonymously exposing some of our members. Apparently, she doesn’t understand the connection between the two clubs and felt it would earn her status with them. Terry didn’t want to chase her off, and decided to play along with it. Naturally, he called me as soon as they hung up. I know you don’t particularly mind, but your name was mentioned Darien.”

  Gordon wrinkled his nose. “I don’t care for discussions about the politics, but she should know better than to have hinted at exposure.” Gordon noticed Sasha’s bewildered expression. “I’m sure you realize that some people would not understand our tastes, and Marie could cause real damage to some very good people by making it public they enjoy our lifestyle. Even a whisper of exposure breaks a cardinal rule with us.”

  “It’s so sad to see her abuse her husband’s fortune and reputation like this,” Bonita added. “I know you boys stick together, but you have to remember it was Alden who brought her into our fold. After his experiences with his wife, he knew she was manipulative.”

  There were uncomfortable nods of agreement that the deceased Master was partially to blame. Bonita was not concerned if Marie mentioned her, but several of her good friends could be ruined. “What have you and Terry decided to do about this?”

  “Marie was our problem, so I suggested a tribunal of both clubs. Terry said she wasn’t worth it, and a tribunal would only serve to give her a sense of power to have caused such an uproar. In the long run, a decision by the tribunal or either club won’t make a difference to her or be adhered to anyway. She’d be liable to target both clubs that snubbed her.” Brandon squirmed and looked up. “Terry knows that by refusing her, he’d make his club a target for her too, and with his friends at stake, he told me he doesn’t owe her any consideration. He’s going to make it easy on us by not having us make the decision, and he says they’ll take care of it.”

  There was a silence at the table Sasha did not understand, and she glanced up at Darien and had the distinct impression she should not pursue the matter.

  Dinner conversation lightened up with discussions about different relationships within the club, who was being collard and who was being released from their relationships. Some mention was made of the subs outfits at the soirée, and the conversation drifted towards Darien.

  “Where ever did you find Sasha’s outfit? The skirt was fascinating, and several of us were trying to decide if we were actually able to see through it or whether it was just wishful thinking,” Bonita laughed.

  “I have access to a wonderful tailor who measured every inch of Sasha’s body.”

  Sasha smiled as she now realized the extensive attentions of the little man. When Darien began dressing her, she had questioned the custom fit of the garment.

  Darien continued, “The material on the skirt was something I picked up in Morocco, and he’s been holding onto it for a few years until I decided what to do with it.” Darien glanced over to Bonita and smiled. “In answer to your question, it wasn’t your imagination. The material is translucent, and I had bolts of different colors shipped back. Georgie calls the material ‘mirage’, and he’s working on a few more things for me. I promised to have Sasha model some of his creations for him when we return.”

  “I understand you’re heading to Florida?” Gordon asked.

  “Yes, we’re leaving tomorrow,” Darien informed him.

  Gordon gave the distasteful wrinkle of his nose. “It’s too hot in the summer for me.”

  “It was over one hundred on the strip this morning,” Darien reminded him.

  “We have a different kind of heat here, it’s dry. You’re heading to the swamp.”

  “I’m sure we’ll be spending most of our time inside,” Darien replied.

  Dinner was finished and Bonita stood. “Shall we retire to the game room?”

  At the mere mention, Sasha pupils dilated and then retreated. None of the Masters missed her reaction, and Darien stroked a hand down her arm.

  “Darien, would you permit Marco to escort Sasha and prepare her while we refresh our drinks?” Bonita asked.

  The suggestion intrigued him. “Of course. Sasha, please do as Marco requests.”

  “Yes, sir.” Sasha rose, and Bonita’s handsome companion took her arm.

  When they had entered the hall leading to the game room, Marco said, “My Mistress said you were still on probation.”

  “I’m supposed to receive my collar at the end of the summer,” Sasha informed him. She had already noticed his black leather choker with the intricate designs.

  “You’ve been very well trained. You did better at dinner than I did, and you didn’t appear to have to think about it. I still tend to rush,” Marco admitted, as held open a door for her.

  “Darien adds things to my training in such a subtle way that sometimes I find myself acting automatically and it doesn’t occur to me until later.” Sasha looked around a room that was obviously designed for pleasure. Everything looked soft and cushioned, even the restraining devices. “This is lovely.”

  “I lucked out when I met Bonita. When I first met her, I was three months into training with Marie,” he shuddered.

  Sasha stared at him. “Oh my god, after one session with that witch, I’d had enough.”

  Marco agreed. “I gave up trying to please her after the first week. One of the other slaves told me to overreact to her tortures. She likes the screams and moans, and it did make it easier
. I tried to leave, and she had me locked in a cage for the last month. Bonita wanted to see a new rack Marie had put in, and she’d actually forgotten she had me down there,” Marco shook his head.

  “Bonita saw me in the corner and asked Marie who I was. Marie knew I wasn’t happy, and had purposely kept me away from everyone. She tried to steer Bonita away from me, but Bonita charged over to the cage. That’s when she saw the bruising and untreated welts, and she went ballistic and opened the cage herself. Marie began shrieking at her, and Bonita announced she was taking me, and that if Marie caused a scene she would report her to Brandon. You should have seen Marie’s face,” Marco chuckled. “Status and power mean everything to her, and she’s deluded herself into believing she is respected as much as her husband was.”

  “That makes sense, then. Your Mistress mentioned that she noticed Marie was beginning to act irrational more than six months ago,” Sasha said.

  Marco squinted his eyes in thought. “Yes, that’s about the time she brought me back here. Bonita is incredible. It took her a couple of weeks for her to assure me I wasn’t walking on eggshells around her, and when I finally got my bearings she had a long talk with me. She asked me if I really wanted to be a slave or if I’d prefer to be her companion. I didn’t even know the difference until she explained it to me.”

  “I’m still not sure how to navigate the terminology,” Sasha admitted.

  Marco informed her, “Basically, slaves don’t have a safe word. They don’t want one. When I realized I was a submissive, it was tough. I’m a big guy, and look like I should be a dom.”

  Sasha nodded in agreement. Marco’s tight tanned muscles did give the appearance of a Master, but his soft brown eyes spoke the true story of his passion.

  “My size made most Mistresses too nervous to take me on. I’d been with a woman who was afraid to even lightly flog me, and actually asked permission before she would bind me. She did teach me the proper basic behavior, but she was too timid for what I wanted, and that’s when I made the mistake of thinking I wanted to be a slave and ended up with Marie. I guess it wasn’t completely her fault to take advantage of the offer,” Marco admitted.