by Gail DeYoung
“I see. Well, my ‘crop’ is rather sparse this week. I’m expecting the arrival of a few more next week. Why don’t you come back then and that will give you a much larger selection to choose from.”
“Good advice. Yep, you know, I’ll definitely do that. But since I’m here, I might as well just see what you’ve got now. After all, I’m getting tired of waiting. Tracy’s been gone for a while now.” He adjusted his balls in his leather pants. “Maybe I’ll get lucky. Sure could use some relief.” He smiled.
“You can meet them at the party Saturday night.”
“Damien, you wouldn’t want to spoil your reputation by getting on my bad side, would you? After all, if I make a fuss about that last sub, how do you think that will go over with the Dominants who trust your training?” He knew he hit a sensitive nerve by the glare on Damien’s face.
“All right. Meet me in the recreation center. I’ll gather the girls for your inspection.”
Victor smiled. “Good. I’ll be waiting.”
He walked down the hall past the kitchen and saw Miss Tiffany putting fluffy white frosting on a chocolate cake. “Now ain’t that pretty!” he said, admiring her almost completed confection. As she put her spatula into the mixing bowl to scoop up some more frosting, he swiped a dirty forefinger through the frosting on the freshly decorated cake and plopped the big glob into his mouth. He sucked on his finger in and out and moaned.
“Oh yeah, baby, you do it so good. I love your cream.”
She slapped his hand and he feigned hurt.
“You’re disgusting! Leave my cake alone. I’m not one of them. I don’t have to put up with your bull.”
He chuckled deep and throaty, giving her his best menacing laugh. It got to her every time. The cook scowled at him and took the cake to a far counter away from his reach. He watched her scrape off the frosting around the area where he sneaked a taste, then put fresh frosting on that spot.
“I could use a batch of that for playtime. How much do you charge?” He smiled wickedly.
“It’s not for sale.”
“Lady, everything’s for sale at the right price. Even you!”
She threw a wet sponge at him and he knocked it away. “Get out of my kitchen.”
“Yeah. Later, bitch!”
He walked down the hallway to his favorite room in Damien’s house. Victor needed no escort to find the place for he was a frequent guest at the parties hosted bi-weekly to introduce Dom’s and subs. The room was dimly lit as the wooden blinds were closed during the day to keep the sun from heating the room. He sat upon a couch and stretched out, propping his booted feet upon the armrest and cradling his head in his hands. The angle gave him a perfect view of each girl as she walked into the room.
It took a good twenty minutes for the girls to gather. He counted only six. Yes, the pickings were slim. Among them, to his surprise, was Corinne. So what she told him was true. She was now marketable property. Interesting. Victor stroked his full beard. He never expected Damien to give up his ace. That piqued his interest in the new girl even more.
Damien followed at the end of the line, a whip attached to his belt.
“Line up in front of the Dom here,” he ordered, pulling his whip from the clip on his belt. He drew an imaginary line on the floor with the tip. The girls immediately took their place in a straight line before the couch, bowing their heads and clenching their hands behind their backs. Their legs were spread wide and they left enough room between them to allow the Dom to circle any single sub separately.
Each wore a corset and stilettos similar to the outfit worn by his escort, although theirs were all slightly different and were a rainbow of colors. Their nipples all stood out, bright pink, as did their pussy lips. They had followed the rules of preparing themselves to greet a Dom perfectly. He was impressed. Victor walked past each one, testing the weight of their breasts in his palm, noting which ones wore nipple rings. When he came to the end of the line, Damien gave the next order to the girls.
“Present.” In unison, the girls turned their backs to the Dom and fell to their knees. They placed their heads on the floor between their arms and lifted their rear ends.
The view was quite pleasant from Victor’s angle and he smiled at the very obedient subs. He walked past them again, inspecting their red behinds and dangling lips. He couldn’t resist dipping his fingers into them to taste their juices. Each one had her own unique flavor and he nodded his approval. They were impeccable, as usual. He stopped at the last one and admired the striped marks and bruising on her buttocks and thighs. Hmmm, she must have enjoyed his kind of play.
“Nice job. Recent too, I see. Was she disobedient or were you teaching her?”
Victor noticed Damien’s jaw tighten as he ran his fingers across the sub’s buttocks. She flinched when he pressed hard against the still raw marks.
“It was a lesson she learned.” Usually, Damien was a lot more descriptive than that, wishing to impress his visitors with his techniques. Why is he so close-mouthed about this one? Perhaps she is the one who Corinne referred to in her call.
“I see.” He spread her cheeks and ran his finger over the little puckered hole. He smiled. “Ah, it’s quite tight. You do plan to teach her to take it in the ass, don’t you?”
“I’d have to check her list. I’m not sure that is something she marked. She has only been here a little over a week, so we haven’t gotten to everything on the checklist.”
“Understandable. What’s this one’s name?”
“Kaitlin.”
“Mmmm. I like what I see here, Damien. I look forward to the party Saturday night. I want to try her out. Okay, I’ve seen enough for today. I’ll be back. No need to show me out. I know the way.”
Victor walked down the hallway past the kitchen and gave Miss Tiffany a thumbs-up. She scowled at him and flipped him the finger. He chuckled to himself. A trip to Damien’s house was always such fun.
* * * * *
After her chores were finished, Kaitlin spent an hour in her room thinking about her first presentation to a Dom. Though exposing herself to a stranger wasn’t as embarrassing as she thought it might be, she credited her calmness to Sir Damien’s training. Had that happened a little over a week ago, she would have been blushing up to her hairline. Now she knew the inspection was just a normal procedure in the selection process. Doms had every right to check out potential submissives.
Saturday’s party would be her first real session with a Dom other than Sir Damien. Thanks to her training, she felt confident that she could handle herself properly. She wanted to make the Trainer proud. Though she felt butterflies in her stomach just thinking about being in a room with so many Dominants, she was also curious to learn their differences. Up to this point, she had been only exposed to three styles of domination…the doctor’s, Corinne’s and, of course, Sir Damien’s.
Damien would take Stephanie to Club Exotica tonight. Kat couldn’t wait until it was her turn to be exposed to the scene. After Saturday night’s meet and greet party, Kat knew she would feel much more confident in the way she would interact with those in the lifestyle. The thought brought a smile to her lips.
Chapter Fourteen
Mrs. Swenson sat on a stool at the bar in the recreation center, slapping a paddle against her hand. She had called a meeting of all the subs who were going to participate in the party tonight.
“Let’s speed it up, girls. I haven’t got all day!”
Kaitlin filed into the room behind one of the subs who had a tattoo of two snakes intertwined on her lower back. The tattoo intrigued her so much that she didn’t hear Mrs. Swenson’s instructions.
“Kaitlin! Pay attention. I told all of you to sit in a semicircle in front of me, not by the television. Now come here quickly. We’ve got a lot to cover and it’s already past one o’clock.”
“Oh sorry,” Kaitlin said, taking a seat next to one of the girls who had been in the house as long as she. She still didn’t know the lovely brunette’
s name, but at this point figured it didn’t matter. She looked around for Dolly, then remembered that the owned subs wouldn’t be attending the party as they had already matched up with a Dominant. The party was meant only for “available” subs and slaves.
“Now tonight is our party. We’ve had a wonderful response to our invites. There will be twenty-one Dominants in attendance. That gives you a great selection. The odds are in your favor three to one. Your responsibility will be to learn as much as possible about these guests. Circulate. Chat with them. Find out what they’re looking for and tell them about what interests you. Don’t be shy. If you feel an attraction, it is perfectly fine for you to touch, taste, tease and most importantly, to play. But remember, the choice is totally yours.”
She walked over to the far wall and pushed the button Kaitlin had found. The paneled doors slid open and Mrs. Swenson turned on the lights in the back room.
“Oh ah!” The girls clapped and giggled to one another.
“All right, let’s have some decorum here, girls. This playroom is where all the real fun happens. You have a chance to try out the Doms or Dommes, and they also have an opportunity to see how you react to them. This is the perfect way to check each other out before the auction. The rules for tonight are relaxed. Feel free to look the Doms in the eyes, but say at least one ‘Sir’ or ‘Ma’am’ in each sentence. After all, they still deserve your respect and they will be watching you closely to see if you’ve learned that lesson well. Any questions so far?”
No one raised a hand.
“Good. Then let’s continue. You will dress in the outfit you chose. We don’t want you all to be the same. You are individuals and will express your individuality through your clothing. Make sure you have aroused yourself sufficiently before you arrive so that you are wet and your nipples are erect. That always gets our customers excited. The important thing to remember is that you are here to serve. The Dominants will want to know if you are willing to do their bidding. Once you have decided that you are interested in someone, let them know that they have your permission to do what they want. Remember, we observe the rules of safe, sane and consensual. You have a safe word. Do not be afraid to use it. The guests have been told that they are to respect your safe words no matter what your status. This is a safe play zone.
“As it gets later in the night, many couples will be formed. There are more guests than subs, so please share. It is even permissible to do a threesome or a gang bang, if that is what you are interested in. We do ask if you are into groups that you take the play into the large bedroom at the back of the room. You’ll see the door next to the St. Andrew’s cross.”
Kaitlin was excited about the party. Her blood coursed through her veins in anticipation of what could happen. She was glad she decided to stay. Corinne be damned! She was going to have a good time at the party.
“All right, girls, if there are no questions, you are dismissed.”
The girls rose in unison and scattered to the various areas of the house to attend to their assigned chores. Kaitlin headed back to the kitchen to help prepare the food.
After dinner, Miss Tiffany told her not to worry about helping her clean as the owned subs would do that. She would need plenty of time to get ready for the party. Kat thanked her and went to her room.
As the time got closer to the party, Kaitlin’s nerves were on edge. With only two hours left, she took a shower and styled her hair. She made sure that she was clean shaven and smelled pretty. Dolly had delivered her outfit earlier in the day. Sir Damien had purchased the more conservative black vinyl shorts and jacket with the fishnet body suit. The fishnet had large holes. As she looked closer, there was a zipper that went from front to back on the shorts and it would take only a second to zip that open and display all of her charms.
She anxiously watched the minutes ticking by on the clock on the nightstand. Mrs. Swenson had told them to be prompt. The last three minutes were the most tense as she played with herself. It really wasn’t necessary, the adrenaline had kicked into high gear and she was more than ready. The moment she stuck her fingers inside, she felt her juices flow down her fingers. She pinched her nipples until they began to pucker and turn red.
The doorbell had rung many times during the last half hour and she knew that the guests had already arrived. Nervous flutters swirled around in her stomach. Walking down the hall, she heard the sound of music coming from the recreation center. The rest of the girls were lined up in the hallway awaiting orders to enter the room. Several of them carried trays of assorted hors d’oeuvres to deliver to the guests. Kat stood at the back of the line.
The door to the recreation center swung open and Sir Damien came out dressed in black pleather pants, black boots and a short black pleather vest. As usual, he looked stunning. Around his waist, he wore a silver belt with a whip attached to it. He had an imposing attitude, one of sheer dominance that said he would accept no question of his authority tonight. He gave the girls a perusal and nodded his approval. Kaitlin strained to hear his orders over the loud music coming from the party.
“Curfew lifted tonight,” was all she heard.
Entering the room, Kaitlin felt everyone staring at her. The girls with trays of hors d’oeuvres circulated the room, offering their treats to the guests. As Kaitlin worked her way through the crowded room, she saw Sir Damien greet a Domme. He shook the Domme’s hand and looked Kat’s way momentarily. When he turned away to resume talking with the tall, skinny blonde, Kat tamped down a twinge of sadness.
She noticed Corinne standing at the bar talking with the tall Dom, Victor, who had been to the house the other day. He was dressed in a long, sleeveless black leather coat, a white open v-neck shirt with blouson sleeves and tight fitting black leather pants. They talked with their heads close together as though they did not want anyone else to hear the conversation. Kat hoped Corinne would keep Victor occupied all night long.
When Kat walked past them, Corinne nodded toward her. If looks could kill, Kat thought, she’d be dead right now from the sneer she received from Corinne. Sir Victor’s gaze followed Kaitlin’s every move as she passed them. A shiver shimmied up her spine at the remembrance of his touch the other day and the crude comments he made. There was just something about him that made her uncomfortable.
Doc Fischer worked her way over to Kat, smiling widely and approaching her with open arms. She gave her a big hug, then stepped back to admire her outfit.
“Kat, my goodness, don’t you look absolutely wonderful tonight! Sir Damien certainly knows how to dress his girls. Are you excited? You have such a nice selection of Dominants here to choose from.”
“Yes Ma’am. I am.” Her gaze drifted to Sir Damien. She noted that he kept his distance but often looked her way to see what she was doing. The doctor’s hand resting on her arm brought her back to the conversation.
“I’ve seen that look before. Like a schoolgirl crush on her teacher. But honey, you see him every day. Check the rest out. This is your opportunity to get to know others in the lifestyle. Do you want me to introduce you to anyone? I’ve been to a lot of these parties and am familiar with many of these gentlemen. Of course, if you’ve changed your mind, I’d be delighted to play with you some more.”
Kat swallowed hard. She didn’t want to offend Sir Damien’s most respected guest and friend, but she also wasn’t interested in wasting time when there were so many men to meet.
“Oh Ma’am, that’s very kind of you. Thank you for the offer, but I’ll be fine. I’ll circulate as you recommend. You’re right. There are many Doms here. So if you’ll excuse me, Ma’am.” She bowed graciously and walked around the room.
Deep in thought, she kept hearing all the voices in her head telling her what to do…from Corinne, who told her to stay away from Sir Damien, to Dolly who warned her not to fall in love, to Miss Tiffany who warned her about not getting involved with the master of the house. Now even the doctor was telling her to get to know others. She sighed and accepted the inevitab
le. Her feelings for Damien would have to be buried.
She saw Sir Timothy and Melissa in the corner making out. They made such a cute couple and Kat hoped Sir Timothy would be the highest bidder at Melissa’s auction so they could be together. How she wished things could have been different with her and Sir Damien, but she knew in her heart that could never be. Plus, Corinne’s jealousy was also a problem.
Corinne…Kat shook off the thought of a knife slicing across her throat in front of everyone. Though she didn’t think the bitch would try anything so bold at the party, Kat decided to play it safe and keep her eye on the Switch. She searched the room, trying to locate Corinne, but couldn’t find her. The realization that Corinne had disappeared was disconcerting. What if Corinne is hiding, waiting for the right moment to attack? Oh God! Am I becoming paranoid? Before she could follow that line of reasoning, she was faced with another concern. Sir Victor was heading directly toward her. Kat tried to discreetly move out of his way, but the crowd blocked every direction. There was no escaping him.
When she ventured a glance over her shoulder, he was almost upon her. Victor’s appearance was different tonight. He had trimmed his beard neatly so that it framed the sharp angle of his chin. It also heightened his cheekbones and lengthened his nose. Overall, he appeared harsher, more commanding. She shivered at the thought. When he stood next to her, she realized that he was taller than she imagined. Her gaze met his chest and she focused on the gold scorpion necklace resting against the thick mass of dark, curly hairs.
“Ah, here you are. I’ve been trying to talk to you all night. I see you have nothing to drink. Come, let’s sit at the bar and visit awhile.” She jumped when he touched her arm.
Her eyes shifted from left to right. Where was Corinne? Where was Sir Damien? The crowd was so tightly packed that she couldn’t see through it. She felt Victor’s hand on her elbow, the grip strong and powerful. She could tell he was not going to let go until she agreed. Part of her wanted to scream “release me”, but she didn’t want to be impolite. After all, he was a guest of honor in Sir Damien’s house. What could possibly go wrong there? Deciding it was better to accept the offer rather than create a scene, she nodded.