For Camilla’s collaring, the Temple was bathed in mellow candlelight that illuminated the statues and flower-bedecked altars. A richly accoutred submission-bed with tether posts stood prominently in the centre.
The Cissbury Sybarites assembled there at moonrise, each leading her collared handmaiden by a leash. They were naked beneath their long white satin robes which shimmered in the flickering candlelight. They stood facing the Venus altar served by an acolyte tending a small copper brazier glowing with coals onto which she threw dried jasmine blossoms. A filigree collar of braided Welsh gold, two gold rings, and an ornately decorated parchment scroll signed earlier that day, lay on the altar.
The acolyte sounded a gong. The Temple doors opened and Delia entered, followed by Camilla at heel on a leash attached to her training collar. She wore a form-fitting emerald green silk shift, tied at the shoulders. Her normally loose auburn hair was pulled back, plaited into a ponytail wound and secured on top of her head, accentuating the delicate curve of her neck and her wide leather training collar.
Delia led her to the altar, turned her to face the assembly, unleashed her and removed her leather training collar.
‘Stand!’
Camilla placed her hands on her head and her mistress undid the bows of her dress, letting the ends drop. The dress slid down, caught momentarily on the fullness of her uplifted breasts as if reluctant to leave her body, before slithering over her pink nipples in their powder-puff areolas to fall to the floor. Her oiled body revealed a smoothly shaven, virginal cunt; a picture of seductive naked beauty that brought a murmur of admiration from the assembled sisterhood.
‘Preen!’
Camilla ran her hands sensuously over her nakedness, enjoying the admiring gaze as she cupped her thrusting breasts, lingered to tweak her nipples into hardness before descending to caress her pink virginity. She looked voluptuously feminine and desirable in her nudity. She smiled; Mistress’s radiant virgin collarbride of Sappho.
‘Kneel!’
Delia’s sharp command brought Camilla’s clit-fingering to an abrupt end. She knelt and faced the altar. The acolyte handed the scroll to her. In a voice choking with emotion, she read out the words of her submission:
Collaring Contract of the Cissbury Sybarites.
The Goddess is creator of the universe.
In Mistress Delia is the sacred form of the Goddess Eternal.
Handmaiden Camilla places her life and wellbeing in the hands of Mistress Delia and acknowledges her as mistress in all things.
Handmaiden Camilla promises to honour, obey, please, adore, and worship her mistress and the sanctity of her body as a divine incarnation of the Goddess.
There are not, nor have been, nor shall be, any riches more precious to Handmaiden Camilla than the love and approval of her mistress.
There is no pleasure for Handmaiden Camilla to equal that of offering her body to her mistress.
There is no jewel more precious to Handmaiden Camilla than Mistress’s hallowed clitoral pearl that lies within the sacred oyster of Her divine cunt.
There is not, nor has been, nor shall be, any orgasmic ecstasy for Handmaiden Camilla that can compare with her mistress, nor mystical formula nor feminine sensuality to match her.
Handmaiden Camilla accepts the physical manifestation of her Mistress Domina’s love with humble adoration and constant desire, that sacred bond of painful ecstasy that Mistress metes out with lovecane, tawse, flogger, and hand.
Handmaiden Camilla freely chooses this destiny in the certain knowledge that she is totally beloved of her mistress in word, deed, and spirit until the end of time.
Camilla affixes her signature to this contract before the Goddess in binding submission as Mistress’s chosen Handmaiden.
Signed: Camilla of Cissbury, Handmaiden. Witnessed: Delia of Cissbury, Mistress.
Camilla rose and placed the parchment on the altar. Taking a handful of jasmine blossoms, she sprinkled them on the brazier coals and raised her arms in silent orison. As the fragrant incense rose to the Goddess, she turned to kneel again before her mistress.
‘Camilla humbly beseeches Mistress to collar and purify her, that all may see her humbly devoted dedication as Mistress’s chosen handmaiden.’
The acolyte handed Delia the golden collar. Placing it around Camilla’s neck, she intoned, ‘I collar you, Camilla, as a symbol of your submission and obedience to me as my chosen handmaiden. In return I, Delia, your abbess and high Priestess do swear that I shall love and care for you as your protector in all things at all times.’
Taking the two gold rings from the acolyte’s hand, she placed one on Camilla’s wedding finger and the other on her own.
‘We wear our rings as a symbol of our shared love, commitment and bond between mistress and her chosen handmaiden.’
Discarding her open robe, Delia stood in flawless nakedness; a proud domina looking down at her collared handmaiden. The acolyte handed Camilla a double dildo and harness. She put the alter-dildo to her lips and sucked it like a cock. Having moistened it, she pressed it to her mistress’s cunt, reverently parting her labia to ease it snugly into her receptive vagina. She buckled the harness around Delia’s hips and thighs, pulling the straps tight. The eight-inch leather cock stood proudly erect.
Delia raised Camilla to her feet, and led her over to the altar of Nemesis, goddess of the scourge. A thin cane and a flogger lay there. Taking up the cane, she flexed it and turned to her handmaiden.
‘Kiss the sacred scourge that will purify your body!’
Camilla reverently kissed the rod and the hand that held it.
‘Whip me, mistress! Purify your loving handmaiden!’
She moved to the Nemesis altar fashioned like a punishment block for Temple scourging and bent over it.
‘Present your bottom for punishment!’
Camilla spread her legs to part her bottom cheeks, arched her back and presented her splayed bottom to her Mistress’s gaze. Delia could see the pink tightness of her puckered arsehole and, below it, peeping out from beneath the undercurve of her rounded butt, the swollen love lips that would later submit to her proudly erect cuntcock. Her full breasts dangled over the altar’s side and swung in pendulous freedom. There was total silence in the Temple’s sexually charged air. Camilla felt a lingering caress, the soft touch of a probing finger at the puffy lips of her moist slit. It explored her inner labia, teasing her clit to throbbing arousal. She waited with bated breath.
Crack!
Camilla screamed as the cane seared across her ass like Jove’s lightning bolt. Five more strokes burned their fiery lines of pain across Camilla’s quivering bottom before Mistress caressed the raised crimson welts and called upon her to rise, kiss her cane in gratitude and place it on the altar. Delia kissed away a tear from Camilla’s eye, picked up the flogger and led her back to kneel before the Venus altar.
‘Beg!’
Camilla cupped her breasts invitingly, wiggled her now burning butt, and whined appealingly; a perfect picture of handmaidenly supplication.
Delia placed a hand on Camilla’s head and thrust her pelvis out provocatively.
‘Suck!’
She gripped Delia’s leather shaft and sucked, taking it deep into her throat until she was almost gagging.
‘Lie!’
Camilla ceased her deep-throating and mounted the Submission-bed to lie in tense expectation, pelvis raised by a central cushion to display her moist virgin pussy. Delia picked up the tethers and secured Camilla’s limbs firmly to the corner posts. She turned and addressed the assembled sisterhood who had now reached a fever pitch of arousal at the unfolding ritual.
‘Handmaiden Camilla has demonstrated obedience. She has accepted the sacred scourging of our order. She will now demonstrate her delight at my flogger’s caresses to her bountiful breasts and succulent pussy, bared so invitingly to our gaze. She must arouse me with her cries and moans before begging me to deflower her before the Goddess. When I have breached her ma
idenhead, I shall fuck her newly opened vagina slowly and sensuously, just as you will later fuck your own handmaidens assembled here tonight in celebration of Camilla’s collaring.’
Delia masturbated her dildo as she spoke, enjoying the spasms of pleasure in her tightly-filled cunt as she vibrated it. A quiver of anticipatory pleasure rippled through Camilla’s tethered body as she squirmed against her restraints. Her clitoris now throbbed within its moist conch, the swollen love-bud peeking out from its protective hood, inviting Mistress’s attention. Spread-eagled, with her nakedness presented to the aroused gaze of her sisters, Camilla felt totally vulnerable, deliciously powerless, unable to resist the sacred progression of submission and defloration by her adored mistress in accordance with the sisterhood’s established ritual. She wriggled her hips and breasts provocatively, invitingly, straining against her bonds in mute desire, begging to be Temple-flogged, taken and ravished.
A seated acolyte began to drum, her fingers softly beating out a tattoo on the stretched skin.
Delia slowly drew her flogger’s soft leather tails over Camilla’s exposed cunt lips, belly, and breasts, then brought it to her moaning lips.
‘Kiss the leather that will whip you!’
Camilla savoured the leather’s smell as Delia dragged the tails slowly over her face, kissing them as they slithered over her lips. And suddenly Delia’s own lips were upon hers, whispering endearments of tender love.
‘I love you,’ Camilla breathed softly back.
Delia stood back out of her handmaiden’s line of sight and ran her fingers through the flogger’s tails. Camilla arched her back expectantly, thrusting up her breasts. The drum took on a more urgent, staccato beat.
Thwack!
The flogger’s tails arced down. ‘Oooh!’ Camilla grunted throatily as the leather fingers kissed her open pussy lips and the vulnerable tenderness of her inner thighs.
Thwack!
‘Aaah! Yes!’
The leather tails visited the inviting cunt lips again, splaying out in stinging caress.
Thwack!
‘Ooooh! Mmmmmmm!’ The stinging strokes upon her exposed love lips brought tears to Camilla’s eyes and she wriggled her pelvis, displaying the wet pinkness of her virgin cunt.
‘Fuck me now, mistress! Fuck me! Take me as your Temple whore!’
Thwack!
Another stinging blow descended on her pussy. Delia allowed the tails to lie a moment before dragging them over her body to Camilla’s lips.
‘Kiss the leather!’
Camilla responded, smelling the heady mixture of her cunt juices on the aromatic tresses.
Delia moved round to stroke her handmaiden’s now reddened and puffy cunt lips, feeling the flowing moistness of arousal as she fingered the succulence of Camilla’s throbbing pearl.
‘I love you,’ Delia whispered. She raised her flogger and struck higher to sting Camilla’s upthrust breasts.
Thwack! Thwack!
Camilla squirmed beneath this new attack. Pain mixed with mounting desire gripped her. She whimpered, pleading with her mistress to stop, while thrusting her breasts up to receive the flogger’s salacious caress.
Thwack! Thwack!
Camilla closed her eyes, yielding to the stinging joy of the leather’s tit strokes. Her breasts felt as if they would explode to the frenetic beat of the drum-led flogger.
She was suddenly aware of a new sensation. Fingers parted her cunt lips to expose the fleshy redness of her waiting virginity with its moistly throbbing clitoral bud. A serpentine tongue flicked at her musky strawberry. Two lips closed on it, nibbled and sucked. She moaned softly and opened her eyes to watch her mistress feed at her cunt and sip from her sacred chalice.
‘Drink me, mistress. Sup at my table. Devour me utterly. Take my virginity!’
Camilla strained at her ankle bonds to give greater access to her goddess portal. She felt the hard dildo cockhead press against her cunt. She groaned, gasping as the majesty of its seemingly massive girth battered at her hymen. Her portal stretched to accommodate Delia’s shaft in its tight, welcoming embrace. Delia slid her lance out, thrust hard in, and still further in. Camilla grunted at the onslaught’s impact. Beads of sweat broke upon her brow. She felt a stab of sudden pain as her hymen broke.
‘Take it, mistress! Take it! Take my gift! Enter your love-temple!’
Mistress’s pace quickened to her handmaiden’s exhortations. Delia clutched at Camilla’s bursting tits, covering her with passionate kisses as she forced her cuntcock home to the full length of its leather shaft, tearing at last through Camilla’s maidenhead in a final fiery love-thrust.
The drumming reached a crescendo. Mistress began to fuck hard, fuck deep, fuck fast.
Camilla grunted at each stroke, writhing in rhythmic delirium to cock and drum.
‘Fuck me! Fuck me, goddess-bitch! Make me come!’
She wanted to tear Delia’s back with her nails as the ecstasy began to build deep within her belly, but the tethers held her immobile. She could do nothing but lie there and be ravished as the throbbing sound of Temple drumming washed over her again and again. A streak of blood coursed from her cunt onto the towel beneath her as Delia pumped her hips, her cuntcock pistoning in and out in a rampant rhythm that massaged and titillated both mistress and maiden.
Camilla’s pain at her torn hymen was lost beneath her growing euphoria as her Mistress’s now bloodied weapon throbbed through her body.
‘Aah aah! Aah aah! Grind me! Fuck me! Fill me!’ she shouted, urging her rider on.
She felt her orgasm building as the beat-beat-beat of the drum enflamed their mutual passion.
Delia thrust ever faster, taking her handmaiden with her to the pinnacle. Her orgasm mounted with each determined thrust a throbbing glow that transmitted itself to her pinioned mount. Camilla began to shudder beneath her as her climax brimmed and overflowed, sweeping all feeling before it, surging through her body in waves of ecstasy. She quivered uncontrollably, as the orgasmic charge coursed through every nerve of her body.
Delia’s own climax came as the Temple drumbeat rose to a final deafening crescendo. She collapsed onto her handmaiden, cunt to cunt, breast to breast, lips to lips, tongue entwined with tongue in impassioned kiss. Clutching Camilla’s tortured bottom, Delia began a slow, dreamlike grind; a gentle, barely perceptible rhythmic rocking that milked the last orgasmic sensations from their enraptured bodies. The last echo faded and Mistress was still, her leather muscle embedded deep inside Camilla’s breached pussy. Delia’s handmaiden lay comatose beneath her. Drained. Deflowered. Ravished. Radiant.
Mistress and maiden were roused from their orgasmic reverie by an appreciative round of applause from their mesmerized audience. Delia rose, extracting her embedded cuntcock from her handmaiden’s ravished pussy. She gently pulled the silk towel from beneath Camilla’s striped bottom and rubbed the dildo clean of blood and vaginal juices. She and her handmaiden would make a burnt offering of the blood-soaked towel as a thanksgiving to the Goddess on the morrow.
Delia unfastened Camilla’s tethers, and helped her from the now sanctified submission-bed.
‘Unstrap my dildo, darling, and follow me. The night is yet young. We shall leave our sisters to their own rituals and continue our Venus worship in the privacy of my cell. Your ultimate submission has only just begun!’
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