by Gail DeYoung
“Well, I guess I could have a glass of iced tea, Sir.”
“Certainly. Come with me.”
His grip eased a little as she walked with him toward the bar.
“Sit.” He pulled out a bar stool next to him and patted it with his hand. She faked a smile as he ordered the drinks from Mrs. Swenson, who was bartending. Kat scanned the crowd. All of the other subs were busy talking to the Dominants in the room. A couple of them were in groups of two or three. Others were in individual one-on-one sessions. In the background, she heard one of her favorite songs.
A nudge on her shoulder brought her attention back to Victor. He handed her the iced tea and offered a toast.
“To getting to know one another.” He took a sip of his iced coffee and noticed she was listening to the music. “Do you like that song?”
“Yes Sir, it’s one of my favorites.”
“Mine too. Oh, here comes the best part…”
While running her fingertip along the rim of her glass, she listened carefully to the words of the song. It spoke of someone wishing to take control of another and complicate their life. Kat looked up to see Victor staring hard at her. A shiver ran up her spine. If anyone could make the words of that song a reality, it was Victor. All of a sudden the song held a different meaning for her and she was no longer enchanted with it. His hand ran down the sleeve of her jacket and she felt the heat of his touch through the material.
“See what I mean? That’s a great song. It speaks about our lifestyle. I know most of the words by heart. I find the music rather stimulating actually. It’s good to know you and I have that in common.” His fingers stopped at the bottom of her jacket and worked up the zipper until they reached her exposed cleavage. Though he was being pleasant, Kaitlin sensed that he had an ulterior motive.
“Your outfit is great, but isn’t that jacket rather confining? Here, let me help you out of it.” He grabbed hold of the zipper and whipped it down faster than Kat could react. The edges flew open to expose her revealing top. “Why cover up that sexy fishnet bodysuit of yours? I want to see more.”
He stood behind her and grabbed her jacket by the neckline. With a practiced move, he assisted her out of it. Then he took his seat across from her and his gaze focused on her chest.
“There, that’s much better. Now I can see those beautiful breasts of yours uninhibited.”
Victor ran his tongue across his lips in a lascivious manner. Kat didn’t find it at all appealing. In fact, it made her feel uncomfortable. When his thumbs rubbed across her nipples and they reacted in their usual bloom, she cursed her traitorous body.
“Very nice. So what’s your name again, girl?” He flicked her nipples and watched the hoops bob back and forth.
“Kaitlin, Sir.”
“Ah, that’s right. Kaitlin.” He rolled her name across his tongue. “And what’s your pleasure, Kaitlin?” Before she could answer, he slipped a finger into one gold hoop and pulled on it, coaxing her body to lean forward. She held her head back, even though her chest was within an inch of his. He closed the difference and sniffed her neck to get a whiff of her perfume.
“Mmmm, I like that. It’s nice. Kinda smells like sex.”
His lips curled into a sneer and Kat was repulsed by his bad breath. She didn’t want to look into his eyes and certainly didn’t want to kiss him. He tugged on her nipple ring and she flinched.
“I love how easily you can be controlled with these little things.” He looked down at the hoop and yanked harder. She gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes. “Oh, what’s the matter? You didn’t like that? I heard differently.”
“Sir, I…um…”
“What? You like to be touched and played with. Is that what you’re about to say? You like a man who’s a little rough with you, who takes control. Admit it!”
“Maybe, Sir.”
“I thought so.” His other hand traveled up her naked thigh to the bottom edge of her shorts. “Open.” It was a command and she obeyed without thinking. His fingers found the zipper and slid it open so he could touch her. He stuck two fingers through the fishnet and ran them along her slick opening, then put them to his mouth and licked the tips.
“Mmmm, I remember this taste…hot, wet and delicious, my favorite combination. Stand a minute. I want to do something.”
She stood and watched as he deftly unzipped her shorts until the entire bottom section was spread open. Her lips slipped out, weighted down by the heavy gold teardrops on the end of the gold chains. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into him so that his other hand could reach between her legs. She felt his thick fingers exploring both holes, then two fingers slipped deep inside and hit her G-spot. Against her better judgment, she moaned, which seemed to encourage him further.
He passed his tongue across her cheek and found the excited pulse on her throat. Despite her unease around the overbearing Dominant, her body reacted as trained and immediately drenched his hand. He looked at her and smiled wickedly as he withdrew his hand from inside her. His tongue licked her juices off one finger at a time, from the bottom to the tip. Then to emphasize how much he loved her taste, he fucked his mouth with his pointer finger while giving her a look that told her what was on his mind.
“Mmmm, yes. You are quite yummy. Let’s visit the playroom.”
“Oh Sir, I’m not sure if I can…”
“Of course you can. That’s the purpose of this party.” His tone became more demanding.
Kaitlin jumped when Victor grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the bar. She searched the room again for Sir Damien. This time she found him leaning against the fireplace with his arms crossed. He was still talking to the same tall Domme who she saw him with earlier. He glanced her way briefly and she thought she saw a scowl on his face. Kat hoped he realized who she was speaking with. She smiled nervously at him then looked back at her guest.
“Why so jittery? You have permission to play with the guests tonight. After all, that’s how you get to know a potential partner. Come with me. I want to check out the back room with you.”
“I…I’m supposed to circulate, Sir.” She hoped he would accept her lame excuse.
“Yes, you will…in a while. Right now you’re with me and I say come.” His voice became stern and commanding and she felt obliged to obey.
He led her by the arm to the far end of the playroom. The corner was dark and unoccupied. Victor stood in front of her and blocked her view. “Get down on your knees,” he ordered, pushing against her shoulders. “Unzip my pants and take out my cock. Let me show you what pleasures await you.”
She looked nervously around.
“What is your problem?” He turned aside and pointed to the others in the room. “Here, see for yourself. Everyone is playing in some manner or another. They won’t even notice what you’re doing. It’s expected. Do as you are commanded.”
“I have a safe word. It’s ‘uncle’.”
“That’s nice. Stop stalling.”
Kat knelt and unzipped his pants and was shocked at the size of his cock, which bounced out in front of her face. Although it was not fully erect, it was much larger than any she had ever encountered. Apparently, his playing with her at the bar had gotten him aroused.
“There, that’s it.” Victor shifted his weight and arranged his cock so it was free of the zipper. He bobbed it in front of her lips. “Now suck it like a good subbie. Take it deep inside your throat. Suck harder.” Kat had to stretch wide to put her mouth around the large girth of his cock. Her jaw hurt. She gagged trying to follow his instructions. He looked down and saw she was struggling for air.
“Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat so you can take it deeper. That’s it. Okay, now bend forward so I can get a look at that ass of yours.”
Choking, she obeyed once more. He smacked her rear hard and the shock of it brought tears to her eyes.
“Spread your legs. I want to see that asshole.” She did as told and felt him roughly fingering the rim.
“I see it hasn’t been breached yet. I’ll have to thank Sir Damien for saving me the pleasure of being your first. Stand up.”
She was grateful for the reprieve of not having to endure any further mouth torture. He led her to the table at the far wall where all the toys were laid out and ran his fingers over the collection.
“Ah, here’s my favorite toy.” Lifting the largest butt plug, he rubbed it between her breasts. “Do you know what this is?”
“Sir. I assume it is some sort of odd-shaped dildo.” She knew what it was, but thought that if she acted as though she didn’t know, he would put it down. She was wrong.
He laughed and reached around to her rear, sticking his middle finger inside her buttocks. She winced.
“It goes in here to open you up so you are ready to receive my cock. Let me show you. Come here and bend over.” His fingers dug into her arm as he led her toward a carpet-covered wooden saw horse. Realizing what Victor planned to do, she struggled in his grip, trying to escape. There was no way she wanted to have anal sex with the Dom.
“Sir, let me go. I don’t want to do this,” Kat pleaded with him, hoping he would respect her wishes.
“Yes you do. You’re a pain slut. I’ve heard all about you.”
“No!”
“Shut up and bend over like the good subbie you’re supposed to be.” He smacked her rear end.
The Dom was much bigger and stronger than Kat and despite her best efforts to get free, he managed to push her down on the wooden horse. With one hand pressing against her back, he reached over and attached ropes to her wrists to restrain her.
“There, that should hold you!”
Her head and arms dangled down and her buttocks were thrust up into the air. Victor stood directly behind her with his legs between hers. She felt his thick fingers delve inside her to scoop out some juice and smear it on the other entrance. When the cool tip of the plastic butt plug rested against her, terror gripped her heart.
“See, you’re ready for me. I know this excites you. This is going to hurt, but if you relax, it will go in much easier.”
“No! Please, I beg you!”
The moment the butt plug encountered her tight sphincter muscle, she screamed at the burning pain from the steady pressure he was exerting. She needed to get free before he replaced the plastic plug with that long, thick cock of his. Her attempt to close her legs failed as he simply kicked them open. He had also securely fastened the hand restraints. The only thing she could do was wiggle back and forth on the horse so he would have a hard time sticking his rod inside her, but he restrained her movements by applying pressure with his hand on her back.
“If you don’t hold still, I’ll tie your ankles as well,” he growled in her ear.
“I will not. Uncle!” She screamed loud to make sure he heard her over the music.
“What’s that? I’m not your uncle. Oh yeah. It’s your safe word. Sorry, I don’t believe in safe words. But I do believe in ball gags, so if you keep screaming like this, I might just have to put one in that pretty little mouth of yours. I doubt anyone heard you, so shut up and do as you are told. If you keep resisting, I’ll just get it over with quickly by shoving this in hard and fast. I don’t think you’d want that as it might rip your asshole until it bleeds.”
She couldn’t relax as the bulbous edge of the butt plug broached her sphincter muscle. The burning sensation got stronger as he pushed it inside her with a strong thrust. The pain shot through her as though it was a knife slicing her open. She thought she had just ripped wide apart.
“Uncle! Stop! You’re hurting me. I don’t like this.” Tears streamed down her face. Kat desperately yanked against her wrist restraints, giving herself rope burns.
He slapped her rear end hard again. “Shut up, bitch. You’ll take it and more. I’ve got this big cock to shove up there in a minute.”
He pulled out the butt plug and she felt a whoosh of cool air against the gaping hole that he had made. Both hands grabbed her hips as he got into position behind her. The head of his cock pressed against her, seeming much larger than the opening created by the butt plug, but now that she was prepared, he was going to force it in.
“No! Let me go! Uncle!” Gritting her teeth, she braced for the inevitable. Then something amazing happened.
The Dom’s big body was pulled off her and relief swamped her. Tears of joy streamed down her face. A scuffle and heavy thud behind her drew her attention and she strained against the ropes in order to see what was happening. Sir Damien had come to her rescue. Victor was sprawled out on the floor next to the wall, rubbing his jaw. Sir Damien stood above him, holding Victor’s vest in one hand and his raised fist hovering above the downed Dom.
“The girl gave you her safe word. You were supposed to stop.” Damien’s loud reprimand could be heard above all of the noises in the room. Music stopped and conversations hushed as the commotion caught everyone’s attention. Kat saw Sir Timothy and another Dom pull Damien off Victor. The look on Damien’s face was one of sheer disgust. She had never seen him so angry. He stepped back and nodded to the others.
He released her bonds and she stood and rubbed her wrists, looking down on Sir Victor who sneered at both her and Damien.
“Yeah? So what? She’s a pain slut. She should just take it and shut the fuck up.”
“Did she tell you that?”
“No. But I have it on a reliable source.” He smirked and winked at Corinne who suddenly appeared at the forefront of the crowd standing behind them. Damien turned around to look at Corinne, then back at Victor.
“Well, your source is apparently mistaken. You’ve been to these parties before. You know the rules…safe, sane and consensual. You ignored her safe word. Since you apparently cannot abide by the rules, you need to leave.”
Victor stood and faced his host, straightening his clothing. “Rather possessive for a Trainer, aren’t you, Damien? Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t this what we’re supposed to do at this party? Who the hell do you think you are telling me to get out? You should train your girls better to accommodate your guest’s wishes.”
Damien leaned in close to Victor, his face mere inches from the Dom. “Get out, Victor. You’re no longer welcome here.”
Victor’s eyes narrowed. He fisted his hand and lifted it as if ready to throw a punch but lowered it when the crowd moved forward.
“Are you leaving on your own or would you like an escort?” Damien’s voice was deep and dangerous and the look on his face was deadly serious.
The Dom glared at Kaitlin. “We’re not finished yet, whore,” he said, pointing at her.
“I’ll leave because I’m done here tonight,” he spat at Damien, “but you still owe me a replacement sub and I plan to collect!” His face was red with anger. As he left the room, the other Doms stepped back to create a path and to watch his departure. Corinne slipped back out of sight through the same path before it closed again.
“Okay, it’s over, folks. Sorry for the interruption. Go back to partying,” Damien said.
The DJ started playing music again and the guests shook their heads. They resumed socializing and playing, but the mood in the room had changed.
Damien took Kaitlin’s hands in his, turning them over to inspect her reddened wrists.
“Are you all right, girl? Do you want to leave?”
Kat pulled her hands back to look at them. The rope burns were evident and her wrists were a little sore, but nothing she couldn’t live with. It took her a moment to regain her composure and to shake off the disgust and fear that Victor had left her feeling. Her first thought was to throw her arms around Damien’s neck and kiss him in gratitude for coming to her rescue, but that seemed inappropriate. And considering her resolve to distance herself from the Trainer, she decided that was definitely a bad idea.
However, it meant a lot to her that Damien had assisted her. She assumed that he probably would have done the same for any of his subs who had been mistreated so
she wasn’t going to read anything more into his actions. Besides, Kat had more important things to do and she had not accomplished her goal of meeting as many Doms as she could. Certainly there had to be nice Doms at the party. She just hadn’t met them yet.
“No Sir, I’m all right now. He scared me. I’ll be okay. I’d like to stay.”
A worried expression crossed Sir Damien’s features. She wasn’t sure whether the concern was for her personally or the fact that one of his subs had been attacked. Perhaps it had even been concern that the scene had interrupted his party.
“Fine. Carry on,” Damien ordered.
She nodded and moved back into the crowd. A distinguished-looking Dom walked up to her and smiled. Deep dimples graced both cheeks and his smile crinkled the edges of his blue eyes. Kaitlin guessed he was in his forties by the touches of silver in his light brown hair and his neatly trimmed mustache. He bowed to her and kissed the back of her hand. He was slightly taller than her by a few inches and rather slender, but he appeared to be in good shape for his age and seemed quite respectful. After what she had just been through, he was a breath of fresh air.
“Hi. My name is Sir David. And you are…?”
“Kaitlin.”
“Kaitlin. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He had a pleasant voice with a slight accent that she couldn’t quite place…French, perhaps? She liked that. He was a sharp dresser, sporting a dark suit of fine material with an open-necked white shirt. It gave him a cultured appearance. She was impressed.
“Would you care to join me on the sofa so we can talk and get to know one another?” He offered her his arm and nodded to an open spot on the couch.
“I’d love to. Thank you, Sir.”
Damien observed Kaitlin’s conversation with Sir David, a Dom who had recently moved into the area from Toronto, Canada. He seemed to be an all-right guy, but Damien hadn’t had a chance to get to know him. If Kaitlin expressed an interest in Sir David, Damien would definitely have to check into the Dom’s credentials.