Her Darkest Desires

by Kallista Dane

  “Aaaah!”

  “Stop trying to resist, Claire. Believe me, it only makes things worse.” Collette sounded sorrowful. “Now… go on. Tell me exactly what you did.”

  “It was dark, and everyone was watching Lady Aidin with all those men. So, I slid two fingers in and out of my pussy slowly, waiting till Kyle hit the controls of the vibrators again. Then I fucked myself deep and hard. I could feel the big thick dildo humming in my ass, and the butterfly pulses made my clit quiver. I came almost instantly.”

  “So, you disobeyed Master Kyle. Did you confess to him what you’d done?”

  Claire’s voice was barely audible. “No.”

  “I must tell you the consequences of your actions. As a member of the staff here, it is my duty to punish all infractions of our rules as soon as I become aware of them. For your disobedience, you will bend over the chair and grasp the legs with your hands. Then you’ll get six more strokes right now, delivered on your bare bottom. As is the custom here, you will count each one out loud and then thank me. If you move, if you fail to count, if you fail to thank me even once—I will start all over.”

  Still holding her wrists, Collette dragged Claire around to the back of the chair. “Now, bend over.” Claire bent forward and felt Collette’s hands yank down her thin black panties. “Lean forward and grab the legs of the chair.”

  Claire felt as though she were hypnotized, powerless to resist. Standing almost on tiptoe, she stretched out her arms and managed to grasp the legs of the chair. “Look in the mirror, Claire.”

  The woman in the mirror stared back at her, eyes wide. Shoulder-length dark hair streamed down, obscuring her face as she bent over the chair. But her quivering ass was exposed to full view. Collette stood behind her, pulling back her arm, ready to strike. The thick rod whistled through the air, and Claire screamed at the impact.

  “One. Thank you, ma’am,” she managed to mumble. Through a haze of pain, she watched Collette swing the cane again.

  “Aaah! Two. Th… thank you, ma’am.”

  By the third stroke, Claire was crying out loud. She could barely form the words each time the cane cracked down on her raw ass. Collette wasn’t holding back, and each agonizing whack seemed harder than the last. Finally, she got to six. Collette softly laid the drumstick on the table.

  “Go into the bathroom, Claire. Wash your face. Put on the tunic behind the door, and come back out here.”

  Claire straightened up and hobbled painfully to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. Tear-streaked face, eyes red, puffy from crying. But some part of her felt cleansed. There was no more guilt about hiding things from Kyle. Deep inside, she knew Collette was right. She deserved to be punished. She’d given her word, promised to obey the rules. And she hadn’t kept that promise.

  When she walked back into the bedroom, Collette came over and wrapped her in a warm hug. “Now, punishment is over. You’ve confessed and paid the penalty for your actions. One of the most important lessons I learned from Mistress Jade is that even though I may disobey her at times, she still loves me unconditionally.”

  “We need to see Lady Gwen now, so she can plan the remainder of your stay with us.” Collette was heading for the door as she spoke, leaving Claire to trail along behind.

  This time they headed down a long hallway leading off on the other side of the great room. Collette stopped in front of the first door and knocked softly. Gwen’s throaty voice called out. “Come in.”

  Collette opened the door and ushered Claire into the room. Unlike Jade’s odd throne room, this was a study that could have graced the pages of any home design magazine. Gwen was seated behind a polished mahogany desk, laptop computer open in front of her. The paneled walls were covered with shelves. Books, photographs, and curios filled every inch.

  Collette performed the strange half-bow, half-curtsey to Lady Gwen that Claire had seen Melody do when she first arrived. “I bring you Miss Claire, ma’am, as you requested.”

  Gwen smiled and waved a hand, dismissing Collette. The young woman turned to leave, touching Claire lightly on the arm as she left the room. “I hope you find as much joy and peace in your life as I have found,” she whispered.

  “Please, have a seat,” Gwen said, pointing to a pair of upholstered armchairs near the long window. Claire sat down, and Lady Gwen moved out from behind the desk to take the other chair. Today her russet hair was a mass of tight curls standing out around her head. She wore a floor-length caftan decorated with some sort of African tribal design, and her feet were bare. Huge beaded earrings hung down nearly to her shoulders.

  “I’ve asked you here, my dear, because Kyle requested that I assign a different companion to you. I’d like to chat with you for a bit so that I can choose the perfect person for the remainder of your stay.”

  Claire nodded, waiting for Gwen to go on.

  “Kyle knows that we do not allow our companions to enter into intimate personal relationships with our guests. It is imperative that we keep a certain dispassionate perspective to be effective in creating the peak experience for each of our patrons. He felt that he was unable to maintain that perspective with you any longer, and he has excused himself from the rest of the weekend.” Gwen smiled. “Kyle is a remarkable young man, my dear. He’s given you the gift of opening yourself to every kind of sexual pleasure you can imagine, with no fear of messy emotional entanglements to hamper you.”

  “Now, I’ve been going over your questionnaire. Would you like to live out a different fantasy? Perhaps the ménage-a-trois with two men? Or maybe you’d like to spend the rest of the weekend exploring another side of your sexuality with Collette?”

  Gwen’s tone was matter of fact, but Claire was having a problem discussing her darkest fantasies in broad daylight with a total stranger. Sensing her hesitation, Gwen didn’t wait for an answer.

  “On second thought, I have a feeling you’d prefer that someone else makes the decision for you.” She stood up abruptly. “Very well, my dear. Return to your room immediately. I will assign someone to come for you shortly to prepare you for this evening’s entertainment.”

  Gwen’s tone was pleasant but firm. Claire found herself ushered back out into the hallway before realizing that the interview had ended without her saying a word. She made her way back through the empty halls, wondering what her other traveling companions were doing right now.

  In her room, another meal tray awaited her. Claire realized in surprise that she’d skipped lunch again. They really should advertise this place as a weight-loss camp, she thought. She tried a few bites of the enormous chef’s salad, then pushed it aside and sat staring out the window, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions pouring through her. Kyle says I need to explore the boundaries of my newfound sexual desires before making a decision about whether I want to be with him. Okay, that’s what I’ll do, she decided.

  There was a knock at the door, and it opened before she had a chance to call out. Collette came in, accompanied by Theo. This time he wore a black sarong like the ones all the attendants had on when Claire first arrived.

  “Lady Gwen has instructed us to prepare you for this evening’s function,” Collette announced, as she headed over to draw the drapes, plunging the room into twilight. Taking Claire by the hand, Collette led her into the bathroom. “Tonight is your night. Relax. Put yourself in our hands.”

  Theo began filling the enormous tub, adding a handful of fragrant herbs to the water from a jar on the counter. Then to Claire’s surprise, he pulled off his sarong, revealing a huge cock. He stepped into the tub and held out his hand to Claire. She took it, and he sank down into the water, drawing her down to sit with her back to him. Collette untied her apron and took off her garter belt and stockings. Wearing only the black band around her neck, she got into the tub as well, kneeling in front of Claire.

  “Put your head back,” she said, scooping water into a shiny metal pitcher. Claire complied. Collette poured water over her hair, and Theo began
massaging her head with a delicately scented shampoo. Claire closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of strong masculine fingers sensuously kneading her scalp. Her eyes popped open when she felt another set of hands begin stroking her breasts. Collette smiled and squeezed liquid soap into her palms. She went back to washing Claire with her bare hands, paying special attention to the nipples, now hardened into tight peaks.

  Collette held out the container of liquid soap, and Claire took it. She squirted a little into her cupped hand and reached out tentatively to touch Collette’s pert little breast. Collette threw her shoulders back and pushed her chest forward. Claire stroked the silky smooth skin with one hand, reaching up to fondle her own breast with the other. Hers was large, spilling out over her hand, while Collette’s was tiny. Yet she marveled at the softness of both, pinching lightly at both nipples, dreamily noting how quickly Collette’s body responded to the stimulation.

  Collette splashed water over Claire’s breasts, rinsing off the soap. Handing the silver pitcher to Theo, she bent her head to lick gently at Claire’s nipple. Theo poured a stream of water over her hair as Collette’s mouth fastened on her tight peak. Claire was lost in the slow, sensual dance of arousal. Theo began soaping her back and shoulders, his huge hands finding every knot of tension and massaging it out of existence.

  Claire let out a soft sigh. Collette pulled her up so that she was kneeling between the two attendants. Theo’s hands moved lower, roaming over the cheeks of her ass. His big hands spread her apart again. But unlike yesterday, this time he gently, insistently explored, touching her everywhere. Claire gasped when his finger invaded her tiny hole. At the same time, Collette filled her hands with more of the creamy liquid soap and moved them lower, finding the soft bud between Claire’s legs and stroking it.

  Claire couldn’t move. She closed her eyes again, reveling in the thrill. Soft fingers relentlessly teased her clit, while a thick digit slowly worked itself deeper into her ass. Collette’s other hand slid further between her legs, stroking the lips of her pussy. Claire shuddered as the fire built, smoldering inside her. She heard Collette’s tinkling laugh.

  “Now, Miss Claire, it’s your turn to explore. Touch, taste, do whatever you like.” Collette turned and reached for Theo, pulling him to a standing position between the women. Claire opened her eyes and was faced with an enormous black cock, jutting forward proudly.

  Filling her hands with soap again, Collette began stroking up and down the stiff shaft. Theo crossed his arms over his chest and stood there, unmoving. Claire watched for a moment and then put out her hand. He was hard as a steel rod underneath, but his skin felt smooth and slick against her palm. Her hand met Collette’s, moving up and down with her in tandem. Collette reached lower, stroking the underside of Theo’s balls. He still didn’t move, but Claire could see the effort it cost him to stand immobile while his body was leisurely fondled by two naked women.

  Claire ran her fingers over the head and was rewarded by hearing Theo draw in a harsh breath. Emboldened, she stroked harder. Collette whispered in her ear. “Theo is bonded to Mistress Jade as well. Like all subs, he may not have release except when she gives her permission. He is allowed to enjoy your ministrations, but he is trained to maintain control of his response.”

  Claire felt a surge of power pour over her. “You mean he isn’t allowed to come, no matter what I do to him?”

  “That’s right. You can tease him, torment him, order him to do whatever you want. But he cannot spill his seed without Mistress Jade’s approval. His ultimate pleasure is reserved for her alone to bestow. As is mine.”

  Collette went on. “Theo and I are your gifts from Lady Gwen tonight. She wants you to know the power of domination, for only then can you truly be aware of what you are giving up when you agree to be submissive forevermore to another person.”

  Claire was speechless. “I don’t know how to be a domme,” she finally spluttered.

  “Then simply allow us to be your companions at the final event this evening. If you would like anything more during the evening, you have only to command it.”

  Collette gave Theo’s straining cock another soft caress, then stepped out of the tub. Holding out her hand to Claire, she ushered her to the mirror. “If you like, ma’am, it would be my pleasure to dress you for tonight’s entertainment.”

  She ushered Claire to a seat in front of the mirror and picked up a hairbrush. Claire watched dispassionately, wrapped in a towel, distancing herself from the preparations as though she were merely a spectator. Collette twisted her hair into an elaborate knot at the back of her head. A dusting of powder and a few swipes of blush set the stage for her eye makeup. Collette was a master, blending shadow and liner until Claire felt like the Hollywood portrayal of an Arabian princess.

  Meanwhile, Theo stepped out of the tub and began drying himself off. Claire watched in the mirror as he wiped drops of water off his massive chest. “Come here, Theo.” He complied immediately. She leaned forward and licked the last few drops of water off his chest. Her hand reached down to fondle his cock, teasing it to a fully erect state again. He never spoke, allowing her to touch and tease him. She gripped his balls and squeezed, watching his face the whole time. He stared down at her, impassive.

  This was a strange new world. Claire didn’t know what to do next. Behind her, Collette spoke. “If Madame will allow it, I should finish preparing you now for the evening’s ceremony.”

  “Yes, fine, whatever you say.” Claire was distracted. What was she supposed to do with two subs? What did they expect her to say, to do? Collette went into the bedroom and opened a hidden door that Claire had never noticed in the mirrored wall. Inside was a closet with an array of costumes. Collette’s hand went unhesitating to a black leather skirt with a matching strapless black top that laced up the front. She motioned for Claire to step into the skirt and zipped it behind her. Claire looked at herself in the mirror. The skirt was so short that she was certain her ass would be fully exposed if she so much as bent over at the waist. As usual, there was no underwear provided.

  Collette wrapped the top around her and began tightening the laces. It had a built-in bra that left Claire’s tits spilling out over the cups. Collette gave her a pair of long, black latex gloves to put on. Then she motioned for Theo to come over, handing him a pair of high black boots with stiletto heels. Theo knelt on one knee and began sliding a boot onto Claire’s foot. When he lifted her leg and placed it on his other knee to pull the top of the boot higher, she realized he could look right up the skirt and see her exposed pussy. She felt a moment of embarrassment. But it disappeared when she reminded herself that she’d just been naked in the tub with this man, allowing him to stare at her, to touch her everywhere. When he pulled the boot up all the way, she nearly lost her balance and grabbed the top of Theo’s head to stay upright as she swayed forward.

  He complied instinctively with what he thought was a command. Grabbing her ass from behind, Theo pulled Claire to him and began licking her pussy. With one leg perched up on his knee, she was fully open to him. Shock kept her from reacting for a few seconds. Then her heightened senses kicked in, and she closed her eyes, lost in the erotic thrill. Her hands roamed over Theo’s bald head, holding it in place as he licked. Claire thrust her hips forward as Theo’s tongue lapped up to bathe her clit.

  Her eyes popped open in surprise once again when she felt a soft hand spread her apart even further. She looked down to see Collette kneeling beside Theo, both hands now holding Claire open to Theo’s probing tongue. Staring into the mirror, Claire saw a domme dressed in black leather with two slaves at her feet, licking and stroking her exposed pussy and clit. She could watch and feel at the same time as hands spread the folds of her labia apart. Then a hot male tongue attacked her engorged clit, licking the tip hard, while two delicate female fingers stroked its base as though it were a tiny cock.

  Claire shuddered, unable to tear her eyes from the scene in the mirror. She watched the domme open her mouth
in a silent scream as she came, the orgasm ripping through her body. Claire had to push Theo’s head away forcibly, her body still shaking.

  “If Madame will permit, I should dress now so we can head downstairs,” Collette’s head was bowed, as she remained kneeling in front of Claire. “Unless you would prefer that I go as I am?”

  Claire pulled herself together and looked at Collette, crouched in front of her wearing only the narrow black collar around her neck. “No, please, dress in whatever you feel is appropriate for tonight,” she said. Collette rose gracefully to her feet. Reaching into the closet once again, she pulled out a matching black leather skirt and stepped into it. Claire thought this one looked even shorter than the one she was wearing. Collette took a leather crop from an assortment of implements hanging on the back wall. Next came a wide leather band attached to what could only be described as a leash. She buckled the band around her neck and handed the other end of the leash to Claire, along with the crop.

  “I’m ready to do Madame’s bidding this evening,” she announced, bowing her head once again. Claire just stared at her. Collette was ready to walk out the door topless once again, wearing only a skirt that barely covered her naked pussy and a collar attached to the leash in Claire’s gloved hand.

  “What about Theo?” Claire asked, glancing down at the bald head still kneeling at her feet.

  “Would Madame like him to be leashed as well?”

  Claire thought about Kyle, setting her free to explore. “Yes, that would be perfect,” she responded with a nod. Collette chose a wider collar from the array in the closet, buckling it around Theo’s neck. She handed him the black sarong he’d worn when they walked into Claire’s room. He stood, wrapping it around his waist. Once he was dressed, Theo bowed his head to Claire just as Collette had done and held out the end of the leash. “I, too, am ready to do Madame’s bidding this evening,” he announced.

  “Lead the way,” Claire replied. She caught a last glimpse of the unusually dressed trio in the mirror, hardly recognizing herself as the leather-clad domme in thigh-high boots, following two half-naked slaves out the door to whatever this final night held.