When I saw Kendra perched next to Master Jason, I was pleased, I was always happy to see her, regardless of the circumstances. She crouched next to his throne, her head tilted slightly in his direction, a sign of her constant attention to his will and desire.
Matthew stopped short and I stepped forward, making my presence known to my mentor and friend. He greeted me with open arms, embracing me in a hug like we had not seen each other in ages, as he always did. I smiled in return and breathed easy with his arms surrounding me. Master Jason had a way of feeling you were protected, looked out for.
His gaze swept out across the others that had gathered in our designated space. Several trays of refreshments were laid out on tables throughout the area. Coconut bonbons topped with candied almonds, drizzled with honey. Delicate layer cookies embellished with chocolate shavings. Dark chocolate covered half the dark red flesh of fresh strawberries, sprinkled with a powder that resembled coarsely ground brown sugar.
I turned my attention to the others I recognized and regarded them with a nod. Mistress Liliana’s eyes filled with delight when she returned my gesture. I was introduced formally to Master Lance and two others who were seated around the u-shaped enclosure, their equally decadent slaves planted firmly at their sides, awaiting instruction. I took my seat on my throne and Matthew crept forward, positioning his naked figure on the pedestal to my left. He had shed his clothing once we arrived as I had previously instructed. I grinned at him indicating I was pleased that he required no reminder.
My breath almost caught in my throat when I spied him across the room. He was peering at me from his usual place, the bar not far from where the thrones were situated. When he noticed me looking, he shifted nervously, briefly before heading slowly in our direction. As he closed the gap between us, the torchlight reflected off his cleanly shaven head, a soft glow that gave me a sharp reminder of my lustful emotions between my legs. His eyes were looking slightly downward as if he were counting the steps in our direction. I caught myself holding my breath and had to concentrate to exhale slowly so as not to attract unwanted attention. I twirled around and planted myself on my throne, wiggling my hips side to side, a comical display.
As Gordon Roth finally arrived at the velvet rope that guarded our area from that of the common patron, he was greeted by two muscular individuals. They flanked him on either side, eyeing him up and down in attempt to decipher his business in our reserved location. Master Jason looked in his direction as he quickly caught the attention of the rest of the group that joined us in the VIP area. Mistress Liliana could not help herself, she cast her eyes down his muscular build, the white shirt he chose was tailored to match his perfect form. The evidence of his stature quite evident beneath the crisp fabric.
I cast my eyes swiftly across the group, looking at the would-be intruder expectantly. I waved my hand at one of the servants who had challenged his approach. They glanced between Master Jason and me. I saw him nod slowly out of the corner of my eye. When they backed a few paces up, Gordon Roth’s stature relaxed slightly. Although his shoulders were still stiffly erect and his eyes darted to and fro, he showed the signs of a man gaining a foothold in a place he did not belong. Angered by this thought slightly, I stared at Gordon and waited for him to approach the center of our area before addressing him directly.
“Who approaches?” I asked, pretending I did not know exactly who he was. He stopped in his tracks, bowing his head downward.
“My name is Gordon,” he peeked upward at me with his head still bowed, eyes pleading for my favor. This amused me and only served to egg me on.
“Come forward,” I commanded him. He obeyed with a start. His face a mask of confusion and rapture at once. He fell to his knees in front of me, a sight that I reveled in at once. That image would reverberate through my thoughts for a long time to come. I knew right then I could do anything I wished and he would go to every extent to comply.
I held my hand out toward Mistress Liliana, who stood to join me at my side. My eyes darted up and down Mr. Roth again, a smug look pasted on my face.
“What do you think, Liliana? I think he too is confined in all his clothing. I wish to see more of him, to see if his stature is to my liking,” Gordon’s shoulders slumped forward slightly. He could not have thought he would escape the usual treatment of a slave did he? I intended on using my authority in this place to its fullest capacity, and he would soon be the one begging me for mercy.
Mistress Liliana’s hands clapped together rapidly. In a jovial tone, she agreed with my suggestion. I lowered my gaze at Gordon and, in a low and commanding tone, ordered him to remove his garments. Smiling, I watched as he slowly complied. He hesitated for a moment when he stood nearly naked in front of everyone in the Red Velvet Room to see before hooking his thumbs into his underwear and pulling them down to his ankles. He kicked them to the side and stood up tall again, allowing me a full view of his figure. I was not disappointed.
His broad shoulders topped a set of pectorals that had been sculpted by the relentless work of a man on a mission. In the center of his abdominals, a trail of chiseled goodness led my gaze downward where the muscles on his hips jutted in a v-shape toward his groin. His tan skin reflected the torchlight in an amber glow. It was like the butter melting into the syrup on top of piping hot pancakes and I definitely wanted a taste.
Gordon’s tension was obvious, but it was clear that his wish to earn my favor outweighed any inhibition he felt at that moment. I stood from my throne and stepped toward him. His eyes remained cast down, although I observed him straining to look up at my face and catch a glimpse of me.
“Call me Goddess,” I commanded him. “ You will always refer to me as this. When you ask for something, when you beg for my mercy, you will call me this. This is who I am to you and I will rule your existence,” I looked down at him through squinted eyes. He nodded his head eagerly as though I had told him he just won the Lottery.
“Yes, Goddess,” he added quickly at the end. A warm feeling spread across my chest and down my abs toward my loins. His reaction was enough to strike my fancy. I wanted my slaves to be completely compliant and that is what I got. Until now, no one but Matthew had been able to go the distance and I was extremely aware of the power I now held over Gordon Roth. It was a catch-22 and I was all in. Willing to throw caution to the wind in order to dominate the over-bearing, asshole of a boss I had endured for so long.
“We shall see,” I declared as I turned away from him and found my way to the console table of devices across the way. I retrieved a collar and a leash I was sure was large enough to encircle his thick neck. When I fastened it around him, a large ring protruded from the front, to which I attached a long lead. I exaggerated my movements to give them a more dramatic effect. I tugged on the leash and signaled for him to follow me as I towed him toward the center of the great hall. I would now put this monstrosity on display for all to observe and I would punish him for all of his transgressions.
Mistress Liliana was quickly on our heels as I led my new conquest toward the play area in the middle of the room. Without instruction, Gordon had remained on his knees and crawled after me. I was impressed that he had observed enough to know he was not to rise unless indicated. I could tell he struggled to keep pace with me, but knew he would find his grace in time.
If I would have stopped right then to consider what I was doing, I may not have gone any farther. Unwilling to listen to that little inner voice that advises you against doing bad in the midst of temptation, I pushed onward and turned my full attention to Mr. Roth. I pulled him upward by his collar once we reached the center of the play area. He stood as quickly as he could manage, his thigh muscles tightening to keep his balance as I dragged him straight up. Mistress Liliana handed me a length of the red rope. I nodded at her in appreciation as I looped around Gordon’s wrists multiple times and secured it between each round. I fed the free end through the eyebolt and pulled it tight so his arms were straight up above his head. I kicked h
is feet open by the ankle and pointed at him, a non-verbal warning not to move his current position.
I took several steps backward and beheld Mr. Roth’s figure. Stretched out, arms securely fixed above his head. The wide position of his legs causing his buttocks to stick out slightly. He struggled to maintain his balance in order to ease the tension off of his bound wrists. In order to ensure he would not truly be injured, I approached him and put a finger in between his wrists and the rope. The color of his hands were slightly reddened to match the blush now prominently displayed on his cheeks.
When I walked around to the front of Gordon’s suspended shape, I put my fingers under his chin and eased his gaze to meet mine. He remained silent, but his breathing had become slightly erratic.
“The safe word is ‘red,’” I advised him pointedly. “Should you feel I have reached your threshold, kindly utter that word, and your punishment will cease. Do you understand, slave?” I added that last part strictly for my amusement.
Gordon’s head bobbed up and down in agreement. I walked around him several times before I went over to the console table to make my selection of the tantalizing devices that adorned its surface. Instead of my old standby, a riding crop, I bypassed the numerous crops that were laid parallel to each other. Since he was so green, this being his first time at the mercy of my hand, I chose one of the less intense items, a long-handled, flat paddle. The paddle was made of bamboo that had been sanded down with care to avoid the danger of splinters. A leather grip surrounded the thick handle, my hand able to enclose it just enough to maintain control.
I returned to face Mr. Roth, tapping the flat end of the paddle on my thigh as I walked slowly toward him. A devious smile crept across my lips, my tongue running across the bottom lip. I had fantasized about this moment in the past and it was finally coming to fruition. Gordon Roth was bound in front of me, awaiting my punishment in front of several curious on- lookers. They nodded in approval as I walked around behind him and took my place.
Grasping the paddle with both hands, I swung it up and landed a blow on his exposed buttocks. A loud smack seemed to fill the air despite the environmental sounds that surrounded me. Gordon jolted forward slightly, his restrained arms stopping him from falling onto his face. I heard him draw a long, quick breath through his clenched teeth. I looked on as a perfect welt began to rise from where the paddle had made contact. His virgin flesh no doubt crying out as I struck him again on the opposite side. I was watching his body carefully, taking in the glorious sight of my arch nemesis helpless and waiting for my next blow.
Mr. Roth shuddered with my next strike, his shoulders dropping slightly. Instead of waiting for a few more seconds, I landed another and walked around to face him again. He was breathing heavy, a single tear rolled down his masculine cheekbone. I stood waiting for his breathing to calm. I wanted him to look at me, to see my face, but that could never happen. I could not allow him to search my face for my true identity for fear of some small hint would reveal to him who I really was. Instead of taking that as a warning, my subconscious mind screaming at the top of its lungs, unheard, I carried on.
I snapped my fingers in his direction. Gordon lifted his head slowly, his dark eyes burning into my soul. He was visibly shaken, but had a look of determination on his face. My wicked smile widened as he locked his gaze onto mine. I laughed out loud, wishing the whole room to join me in delighting in his misery.
“Not yet?” I toyed with him. “We shall see,” my voice dropped and I went back around him to continue my work. I arched the paddle repeatedly, counting back from ten in my head. When I had finally reached that number, I stopped swinging. Gordon slumped forward, his legs now shaking, reddened flesh up and down the backs of his thighs and covering the surface of his perfect ass, a true vision.
Waiting patiently for Gordon to get ahold of himself, I watched him take several deep, cleansing breaths. I was quite impressed. He had withstood the first round of my onslaught. I could have continued, but felt that he had endured enough for his maiden journey into my world. I reached up and freed the rope that held him in suspense. His arms lowered slowly as the rope freed itself from the eye bolt. I indicated with a tap of my toe on his foot he could draw his legs closer together.
Instead, Gordon fell to his knees before me, kissing the pointed toe of my patent-leather stiletto boots. I flushed slightly as that was the exact image I had seen in that dream several weeks ago, yet simultaneously enjoyed the sight. He was definitely on the right track.
“Slave,” I addressed him as he showered my feet with several small kisses. “You have done well, come, I must provide you with something to give your body the sustenance it needs to process all that adrenaline I just caused to course through your body.” I finished speaking and turned, his lips poised in mid-kiss above my feet. Without a word, Gordon followed me, remaining on his hands and knees. I must say, I truly enjoyed watching that spectacle. A definite change of pace in our relationship.
We returned to the VIP area and slid past the velvet ropes. I briefly noticed that Matthew was eyeing Gordon with a look of disdain transfixed upon the beautiful lines of his face. My heart jumped a little at this, it was not my intention to disappoint Matthew, but he knew that when duty called, I would do what I saw fit.
Gordon stopped in the center of the area and sat back on his heels, his broad chest upright, thigh muscles flexing to maintain his new position. I retrieved a tray of bonbons from one of the end tables and walked toward him. I held out the silver platter, several coconut drops with almonds housed in small, paper confectioner cups were placed in increments along its cold surface.
Mr. Roth looked down instantly. Not wanting to disappointment me by refusing my offer, his voice quivered as he offered an explanation.
“Goddess, thank you, but I am allergic to almonds. I must decline.” His eyes flitted up toward me.
Another tray nearby had some frosted cookies with ground sugar particles scattered on top. I took one from that tray and eased it into his mouth before making my way over to Matthew to offer him one of the coconut-almond delights. He thanked me with his eyes and took the confection from my hand. I saw him raise it to his mouth and begin to nibble the edges. I snapped my fingers at one of the nearby servants who was carrying a large, silver pitcher, beads of water tracing long patterns down its curves as they flowed toward the bottom. The server handed me a crystal glass after filling it with the refreshing beverage. I took the glass and tipped it up on Gordon’s lips, allowing him several long swallows before I lowered it again.
Leaving Gordon crouched in the center of the VIP area, I sat back down gracefully on my throne. Master Jason looked at me like a proud parent at their high school student’s musical performance that went perfectly. He grinned at me, a look of amusement dancing behind his eyes. I regarded him over my shoulder, taking on a fictitious shy girl looking at her crush persona. Jason laughed at this and turned his attention back to the man poised in front of us.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Matthew shift. I reached out my hand and ran my fingers through his hair. A loving gesture of reassurance. He relaxed a little and tilted his chin up in acknowledgement .
Gordon looked uneasy. He was perched in front of everyone, completely naked. His god-like figure exposed for all to gaze upon. Inside I was laughing. It took all I had not to allow the sounds in my mind to come bursting fourth from my mouth. Mr. Roth did look magnificent. His chiseled back and shoulders rippled with well-toned masculinity. His tall frame supported by long, muscular legs that reminded me of the movies I enjoyed with displays of gladiator fights. His buttocks were perfect and hard, although I definitely softened them a bit for him already. With that, I could not hold back the laughter and I fell over, a long, hearty laugh making my stomach ache with the motion.
Everyone’s eyes were on me. I apologized through spasms of residual laughter as I regained control of my composure. I was in control and, as long as I said so, Gordon Roth would remain on display. No
questions asked.
We engaged in small talk around the circular enclosure. Indifferent to the ornament that adorned the center of our area. Master Jason gave a brief demonstration of proper caning when Kendra emerged from the slave changing area, her long blond curls swinging across her pink nipples. After he concluded his performance, everyone applauded. There was of course time for Q and A, Master Jason more than happy to supply information to his giddy audience. Gordon was frozen in place.
The hour grew late and I started to feel the time creep up on me physically. Since Matthew was driving, I had indulged in a few drinks as we socialized. I glanced at my pet who quickly disappeared, off to retrieve his clothing. When he came back, he looked at me, indicating he was ready when I was.
I made my final approach to Mr. Gordon Roth. The big, bad demon I slaved for daily was starting to shake with the continued position he held. I pulled his face up and met his stare with my bright blue eyes.
“I will summon you if I feel like it using the email address you have. Do not contact me first, it is I who will ask for your company.” He nodded as I turned my back to him and pranced away. I met Matthew at the exit and turned toward the crowd I had departed from. I offered a quick wave in their direction, they raised their fresh drinks in mine .
Cheers, Goddess! I imagined them saying in my head.
The valet was lightning fast as he pulled Matthew’s BMW up to the curb. Matthew opened my door and I used his hand to help myself inside. As we headed down the driveway, back to reality, I sighed out loud. Matthew drove in silence, as was his habit, occasionally peering at me in his peripheral vision. I knew I had to say something to him, but thought better of it. In the heat of the moment, the words never come out right. I decided instead to work out what I would say and send him a message tomorrow.
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