Balancing it All : BDSM Dark Romance (Punishment Pit Book 4)

by Livia Grant

  They’d arrived in time for the scary man supervising the preparations to announce it was time to flip her over. Many hands assisted in rolling her on to her back. Those same hands resumed their full-body massage. No part of her was off limits—with the exception of the pussy, protected by the leather.

  The massage was leisurely, with the women remaining silent, enabling Miranda’s moans to fill the space. So far, Tiffany and Brianna had remained on the sidelines, choosing to be observers to the preparations. Bri detected Derek stepping up behind them.

  “Ladies, I’m glad you decided to join us down here as we watch the Master Trainer preparing his student to be presented to her new Master and husband.”

  “Wait, so you mean she trained with the guy there, and now she’s marrying someone else?”

  Derek looked down at Brianna as he answered her quietly. “Yes. She actually met her Master first. When they decided they wanted the same lifestyle, he sent her for three months of training with Master Trainer. Tonight, marks the end of her training, and the start of her new life as a full-time slave.”

  Tiffany questioned him. “I don’t get it. Why would any woman choose to be a slave 24/7?”

  Derek, who enjoyed teaching, smiled. “I’m sure that doesn’t sound fun to you two sassy ladies, but believe it or not, there are more than a few women who dream of living the life of a full-time slave. They want to be taken care of completely, and feel loved and protected by their Master. I’ve spent time talking with Miranda to make sure she is of sound mind to consent, and that’s exactly how she feels.”

  They fell into a quiet lull as the trainer took a key from a chain around his neck, unlocking the chastity belt and removing it from Miranda’s body. After setting it aside, he asked the women surrounding the table to assist him in preparing her body for her new Master. He lifted each of her legs at the knee, handing the legs to women on either side of the table, asking them to spread her open wide and hold her still. He then instructed the woman standing at the head of the table to secure Miranda’s hands above her head. Once she was immobilized, the Trainer began preparing her for a thorough waxing.

  Minutes later, once her pussy and ass were completely hair free, the Trainer rolled over the stand that Brianna recognized from the stage when Lukus and James had used it on her. The large red enema bag hanging from the tallest hook, Bri knew, would be used to cleanse Miranda thoroughly for the ceremony.

  Knowing her best friend, and concerned for her state of mind, Bri grasped Tiffany’s hand as they observed the overly large enema nozzle being inserted into the slave’s ass. The Trainer opened the valve to allow the flow of water into her bowel. Bri was relieved that someone, most likely Derek, thought to have quiet music playing in the background. Even with the music, Brianna could still hear small moans escaping from the slave as she accepted the water flowing inside her without complaint. It took several minutes, during which Brianna felt Tiffany’s grip tightening.

  Tiff whispered close to Bri. “It’s too much. Isn’t it going to hurt her?”

  Brianna answered in a hushed whisper. “It’s a lot, but that’s the same bag I took, so I know she can handle it.”

  Tiffany’s hand squeezing now hurt.

  “Tiff, it’s okay,” Bri said reassuringly. “You already told Lukus you don’t want to do this.”

  “Yeah, but he was disappointed. I could tell.”

  The girls fell silent when the Trainer pinned them with a stare for talking. The bag emptied, the valve was clamped, and Miranda grunted with the expanding nozzle in her ass. The water would not be going anywhere until her Trainer allowed it. He did ask for her legs to be brought down so her feet were placed on the table, knees bent.

  The Trainer nodded and a sub on either side of the table took Miranda’s arms, extending them, then grasping her wrists. The Trainer pulled out a hidden expansion from each side of the table. The extensions were barely wider than Miranda’s arms. Brianna watched, enthralled, as the slave’s arms were strapped securely to the table expansions.

  Brianna spotted a man covered in leather, with long black hair and unruly facial hair move forward with what looked like a tackle box. He silently approached the slave’s left wrist. Opening his case, he removed the materials he needed to embed a tattoo into her skin. Brianna was too far away to see what the tattoo was, but she and Tiffany looked on, with great interest, as the artist made quick work of sanitizing the area before adding permanent ink to the inside of her left wrist. He moved to the right wrist to repeat the process. The tattoos must have been small because it didn’t take him long. Regardless, the combination of the pain of the tattooist’s needle, combined with the fullness of her bowels, had Miranda squirming uncomfortably. To her credit, she didn’t speak or ask for the action to stop.

  Once the tattoos were complete, the artist traded his needle for a marker. Brianna and Tiffany stayed focused with fascination as he molded Miranda’s breasts in his hands, tweaking her nipples until they protruded proudly. He then used the permanent marker to mark her nipples for what Brianna assumed would be nipple piercings.

  After finishing, he packed up his materials while Miranda was released from her restraints. It surprised Bri when her Trainer lifted the sex-slave from the table, cradling her gently in his arms before whisking her off to some unknown location, presumably to expel the enema. The second they were out of sight, the submissive witnesses released a collective sigh.

  A strawberry blonde, plus-sized woman beelined it towards Brianna and Tiffany. Her broad smile had a hint of sass.

  “I was hoping to see you here, Tiffany. I was worried Master Lukus might try to keep you sheltered upstairs tonight after your fast exit the other night. I can’t wait to hear all of the juicy details of how things are going with you two. You are somewhat of a legend around here, you know.”

  Before Brianna or Tiffany could respond, it was Derek who answered. “All right, Violet. Master Grey told me to keep an eye on you, and he made a special point to remind me of your no gossiping rule. Do I need to report back to him that you’ve broken his rules already?”

  Violet cranked her neck to look up at him with the most innocent smile. “But Master Derek, I always thought the definition of gossip was when you talk about someone behind their back. I want to talk to Tiffany directly. That’s not really gossip. I think that’s more like friendship, don’t you, Tiffany?” She threw a saucy smile at Tiff to back her up.

  Brianna watched as Tiffany mirrored the innocent smile of her friend. “Oh yes. I quite agree. What do you think, Brianna?” Tiff turned her mischievous smile on her best friend, but Violet’s loud squeal interrupted.

  “Oh my God! You’re Markus’s wife, aren’t you? I knew you looked familiar, but I didn’t place you. It’s so great to finally meet you. My husband and I were here that Friday night when, well, when you…” Violet at least had the decency to blush pink. “Well, shit. Open mouth, insert foot.”

  Derek interjected. “Okay, I’m off to text Grey. Have fun, ladies.”

  As he left, Brianna confirmed that Violet wasn’t upset in the least. In fact, she looked downright happy.

  “Aren’t you worried about getting in trouble with your Dom?”

  “Hell no. It’s all part of the game, honey. I am sorry if I embarrassed you, though. I just wanted to tell you I was impressed with your courage and determination to save your marriage. Grey came home from poker the other night and let me know you two were able to work things out. I’m so happy for you. I guess I didn’t realize you and Tiffany knew each other.”

  Tiffany jumped in with introductions. “Oh yes. Brianna and I were college roommates, and work together now. Bri, this is Violet. I have Brianna’s idiotic mistake to thank for bringing Lukus and me together. I followed Lukus here from her house after she had disappeared that weekend, and the rest, as they say, is history.”

  “So happy my idiotic mistake could help,” Brianna added wryly. She glanced around the dungeon to find all of the other submissive
s were either kneeling, awaiting further instructions, or had left to join their Dom. “Are we supposed to be kneeling or something?”

  Violet looked around. “Oh, hell no. That’s why I’m so happy to see you two. We are kind of the anomaly around here.”

  “And what makes us unique?”

  “For starters, none of us are full-timers, but more importantly, our men appreciate us for our sassiness. So many subs around here are afraid to sneeze without permission. The day Grey tries to make me ask permission to do the simplest things is the day I pull the plug on the D/s part of our marriage, and he knows it.”

  “And he goes along with that?”

  “I’ll tell you a secret. I really am a bad submissive. Don’t tell Lukus I said that though. He keeps telling me to stop topping from the bottom.”

  The women had been lost in conversation and missed the men coming out of Lukus’s office in time to hear Violet’s comment. The first Brianna was aware they were joining the ladies was Lukus’s stern lecture.

  “Harriet, I don’t just say that to hear myself talk. I’ll remind you that here at the club I am Master Lukus to you, and you really do need to stop topping from the bottom.” He shot a devious smile to Grey beside him as he offered his services. “Any time you’d like me to reset her expectations on this rule just say the word, Grey. You can drop her off on a Friday night and pick her up on Sunday afternoon a changed woman.”

  The tall man had stepped behind his wife to pull her tight against his chest. “I’ll take that into consideration, Lukus.”

  Violet scoffed as Markus stepped behind Brianna, pulling her back against his chest, wrapping her tightly in his arms. “Well, I can attest Lukus’s tactics work magic, don’t they Brianna?” His wife felt his squeeze.

  Violet answered begrudgingly. “Unfortunately, yes. I can say Master Lukus has a way of getting through to you.”

  Brianna listened as the group of three couples bantered good-naturedly and felt happier with each passing moment. She had been so afraid that moving their relationship in the direction of D/s would upset the dynamics of her marriage to the point where she might lose her identity. Seeing Violet and Grey teasing each other while Markus held her tight reminded her how lucky she was.

  Markus

  Markus settled into the comfortable leather chair, pulling Brianna into his lap and reclining his feet on the matching ottoman. He had to hand it to Lukus for setting up a kick-ass viewing area for the soon-to-start collaring ceremony.

  The event would take place center stage in The Punishment Pit. After the earlier Friday night show, all members, except those with personal invitations, were escorted from the club early. Markus couldn’t blame the grumblers, since eleven thirty was an early close on a weekend. At least this private event had been well publicized, unlike the Saturday a few weeks prior, when Lukus had graciously shut down the club for Markus and Brianna’s reunion. At the time, Markus had been too self-absorbed with his crumbling marriage to recognize the enormity of the favor he’d asked of his best friend. Listening to the members complaining tonight about the unreliable club hours reminded him how much he owed Lukus.

  Brianna wiggled in his lap like an impatient child waiting to get into Disney World. Her excitement was contagious.

  “Bri, you need to stop grinding into my lap. I already have a boner from our game upstairs, and it’s going to get worse when the ceremony starts.”

  Brianna had been scanning the space, taking in the medieval scene, lit by fire torches around the perimeter. Her eyes snapped back to his. “What do you mean, it will get worse when the ceremony starts? Isn’t it going to be like a wedding ceremony?” she asked.

  Markus was reminded of how new to the BDSM scene his wife was. Pulling her back against his chest to snuggle her into his arms, he explained quietly.

  “Tonight, is not a wedding, sweetheart. Michael took Miranda to the courthouse today. They are already married. Tonight, is about declaring their Master/slave relationship. Lukus already mentioned that Michael is high protocol. Tonight, we’ll witness a formal and intense ceremony that’s meant to test their commitment to each other.”

  He leaned back, lifting Brianna’s chin so he could drink in her chocolate-brown eyes.

  “What kind of tests?”

  “Well, I don’t know exactly, but from past experience with Michael, I’m sure they will be sexual in nature. See the platform there?”

  Markus indicated the twelve-by-twelve–foot raised platform that was the center of attention. The twenty or so witnesses were arranged in a semi-circle of comfortable chairs, about ten feet away, facing where the action would take place. In the middle of the dais was a three-foot-wide padded slab of a table.

  He felt Bri shiver. “Are they going to have sex on that platform?”

  “If I were a betting man, I’d say so. Listen Bri, tonight is going to be heavy duty. I’m happy we get to witness the ceremony. Afterwards, I want to talk about everything. I would love to have a formal collaring ceremony, kind of like a renewal of our vows, but I’m not really into all the formal rituals that we’re going to see tonight. Just watch and keep an open mind. We’ll talk about it later, okay?”

  “Yes,Sir.”

  Normally hearing her call him sir charged him up, but tonight he wanted to try something new.

  “For tonight only, I want you to call me Master. Let’s try that on for size, shall we?”

  He held his breath while he waited for Brianna’s reaction to his request. His answer came in the form of a quiet, “As you wish, Master.”

  Markus’s heart expanded. He reached out to stroke his wife’s cheek gently.

  “Such a good girl.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Tiffany

  Tiffany was unsure if she was excited, terrified, or both. She couldn’t fathom how she would feel if she were more than a mere spectator. There was an intensity in the air which was putting her on edge. She felt marginally calmer as Lukus led them to the seat of honor in the middle of the semi-circle of comfortable chairs arranged for an intimate view of the upcoming events.

  Taking her cue from the already seated couples, she was about to kneel next to her Dom’s chair when Lukus reached out to grasp her hand, gently guiding her to sit in his lap. A quick scan of the space showed only Brianna and Violet sitting on their Dom’s laps. The other seven couples had the submissive either kneeling quietly—or, in the case of one submissive, being ruthlessly face-fucked by her Master as they awaited the start of the ceremony.

  The room was subdued in anticipation of what was to come. The sound of the slave on her knees gagging on her Master’s thrusting cock added perfectly to the naughty atmosphere. Tiffany faced the couple and was mesmerized by the spectacle.

  No wonder Lukus likes watching me as I suck him off. Witnessing her being forced to take her Master deep in her throat is hot.

  As if, once again, he were reading her mind, Lukus whispered against her ear. “You look even sexier when you’re getting face-fucked, baby.”

  Before she could reply, Derek and a man she presumed to be Master Michael appeared from behind the stage curtain and made their way to center stage, near the makeshift altar. Rachel followed a few feet behind, eventually kneeling on a large pillow a few feet behind her husband. She assumed a classic slave pose, knees spread, head lowered, palms up on her knees. Tiff admired her sleeveless bustier corset dress, which was similar to the dresses she and Bri were wearing, and wondered if Derek took Rachel to Mistress Martha’s for her naughty outfits, too.

  Derek and Michael turned to face the back of the stage. All eyes, except Rachel’s, monitored the door with interest. Tiff didn’t know what to expect. The vision of the Master Trainer pushing through the door, solemnly carrying a robed Miranda in his arms as he approached the altar, had Tiff’s heart racing with anticipation.

  He stopped a few feet short of the platform, locking eyes with Master Derek. When she saw Derek’s silent nod, Tiff realized that the Trainer was awaiting
approval to proceed to the dais. He stepped deliberately, emulating a bride’s walk down a church aisle, stopping in front of the table, facing Master Michael.

  The Trainer and Master faced each other, before the men grasped arms beneath the slave between them. They paused for mere seconds, but it was enough for Tiff to detect the brief bond of all three participants before Master Michael pulled his wife towards him, requiring the Trainer to take a step back, empty handed. There was something poignant in the official handing off of a trained submissive to her new Master.

  Miranda wrapped her arms around her new husband’s neck as her Trainer leaned in to deposit a chaste kiss on her forehead in the way of a farewell, before turning to walk between the observing couples and stand behind the row of guests. His job now done, he was relegated to mere spectator.

  Knowing Derek as well as she did, Tiffany could tell he was nervous. She realized this was most likely the first ceremony of this nature that Derek had officiated solo. She suspected it would normally be Lukus leading the festivities and, once again, was reminded of just how much changed in all of their lives the day Brianna decided to let Jake fuck her again.

  Master Michael gently set his slave on her feet. She immediately fell to her knees on the large golden pillow next to her husband. Her translucent robe did little to conceal her body; the material so light, it floated down to settle around her.

  Derek stepped in front of the couple, facing the spectators, as a minister does before a church congregation. He cleared his throat before addressing the participants, glancing at his notes.

  “We are here to witness the collaring ceremony of Master Michael Townsend and his slave, Miranda Townsend. Earlier today, they were legally married in the eyes of the law. Tonight, we are privileged to witness a commitment that is even more important to them as they pledge their devotion to one another. At the conclusion of this ceremony, they will be bound together not only in law, but more importantly, they will be bound by their intimate promises made to each other as they embark on their total power exchange relationship. They have asked me to thank the witnesses they have invited to attend this most important event of their lives. They trust that you are among the few who understand the level of commitment being pledged this night.”