“If you’re serious about winning, then you won’t mind this.” Sunny’s fingers tickled over Ananda’s body and brushed her breast.
“What the hell are you doing?” Ananda pushed Sunny’s hand away.
“You know Master Eagan will want you to be with other women, please them while he watches. Or he’ll invite another submissive or slave to the bedroom. Remember the dinner where he had you lick my nipple? Don’t think it would stop there.”
And Ananda hadn’t thought that, especially after the conversation she had with Eagan tonight.
“I just need some relief.” Sunny’s fingers danced down Ananda’s body to her pussy, which from all of the sensations was slowly starting to awaken.
No matter how good Sunny’s touching felt, Ananda had to stop this. “No,” she said between gritted teeth. “Go back to bed.”
“Why?” Desperation laced Sunny’s voice.
Ananda had to feel for the woman. That she knew of, Ananda was the only one of the contestants having sex. And since Eagan had put so many restrictions on them, something Ananda had to explain to Sunny now, seven weeks without sex had to be wearing on them.
“Master Eagan specifically said no masturbating.” Ananda grabbed Sunny’s hand and pulled it from her.
“So. How is he going to know? I won’t say a word.” Sunny pressed her lips against Ananda’s, prompting Ananda to get out of bed.
“He also said no orgasm. I don’t know about you, but I’m going to follow his orders. I suggest if you truly want to be his submissive, you go back to bed before I alert Apple.” Ananda would never do that, but she needed something to get this woman out of her bed so that she could get some sleep.
Sunny slipped down from the platform. “You’re going to need me. Believe that. And I’ll be here waiting for you.”
“Good to know.” Ananda crawled back on her cold platform that felt amazing against her heated flesh.
This was too much sex for one woman to handle. What else could possibly be thrown at her after this?
* * * *
“So?” Phil asked as he hopped from foot to foot.
Eagan didn’t answer him right away. As he and Phil stood in his observation room watching the contestants getting ready, he wanted to concentrate on them instead of anything Phil had on his mind.
“You’re really going to leave me hanging, aren’t you?” Phil paced in the darkened room.
Eagan kept his stare on Begonia. Even with the light on inside of the room, Meadow would not awaken. Eagan clicked on the room audio and listened to what was said.
“Meadow, get up. It’s—” Begonia looked at the digital clock hanging on the wall over the door. “—five minutes to six. We have to go!” She shook the woman for all that she was worth, but Meadow wouldn’t budge.
“Just tell me. Did you fuck Begonia in your bathroom or not?” Phil stood between Eagan and the two-way mirror he used to observe the women.
“Why do you want to know so badly?” Eagan took a step to the side and continued watching the display.
“Because I live vicariously through you. There. I admitted it.”
Eagan turned to his friend. “Admitting it is half the battle.”
“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” Begonia screamed in Meadow’s ear.
“Leave that girl.” Venus rubbed lotion over her stomach and legs. “If she doesn’t want to take this competition seriously, then you shouldn’t waste your time trying.”
“She wants this. I know she does. If I win this, I want to because it was a fair fight and not because I got over on someone.” Begonia pitched a small patch of skin on Meadow’s fleshy ass causing the woman to yelp in pain.
“What did you do that for?” Meadow finally sat up, but only on one cheek. She rubbed her other cheek with her hand.
“Let’s go. We only have a minute now before Master Eagan comes down.” Begonia pulled the zaftig woman from the platform and out the door.
“You know he won’t be down here at six. He hasn’t been so far. You should have let me sleep.” Meadow thudded out of the room as she was dragged by Begonia.
Eagan turned off the audio when all of the women were gone then faced Phil. “I didn’t have sex with Begonia.”
He hadn’t lied. Sure he had fingered her and almost got her to come. This time, however, he did not fuck her. Not that he didn’t want to. Feeling her pussy walls surround his finger nearly made him take her right there in the bathroom.
“Wow. You have a naked woman in your room and for once this time you don’t have sex with her. Unbelievable. I guess there’s a first time for everything.” Phil scratched his head.
“Yep. Some of these ladies are going to experience a first today. You ready?” Eagan walked out of his observation room and to the foyer where he found the remaining four women in their position.
Now that there were only four left, it was easier to notice their positions. Venus curved her back in too much, making her ass stick up in the air. Probably intentional, but wrong nonetheless.
“Straighten your back, Venus.” He patted her back to signal her to raise it up.
“Yes, Master Eagan.” She brought her spine up so that now she looked perfect.
Meadow was the opposite. Her back curved upward, making her ass look tucked in like a scared dog.
“You too, Meadow. Straighten out your back.” Again, he touched her.
What he wanted to say was, “Straighten out your attitude.” He couldn’t believe she took so long to get out of bed this morning. If Meadow was serious about this competition, she needed to thank her lucky stars for Begonia looking out for her.
“I’m trying. I can’t.” Meadow dropped her back down, but inevitably rolled it up again.
“Maybe if you relax it’ll work. Relax.” Then Eagan stroked her back.
As though his touch was magic, Meadow eased her body down into the correct position.
“Good girl.” He patted her as a reward.
And as usual, Sunny and Begonia matched proper position to proper position. For someone who started off poorly, Begonia was starting to show she really wanted to be there. Problem was, did Eagan really want her, or would she be a reminder of Ophelia?
“Up.”
All at once, the women sat up, then stood. Naked, Eagan loved them even more. They showed off their bodies proudly, shoulders back, chin up, some with smiles … except for Meadow who fought against herself to cover her breasts and pussy.
“You ladies are in for a treat this week.” Eagan walked up and down the line of them. Short walk. “First of all, I’d like to introduce a friend of mine.”
From a side room, Apple escorted Genevieve, a woman he’d known for almost twenty years.
“You ladies will call her Miss Dupre. And today, she’s going to wax off all of your pubic and anal hair, if you have any.”
The contestants, as though feeling the sting of the rip right now, crossed their feet and covered their mounds with their hands.
“I suppose you’re all wondering why I’m having this done. For one, I prefer all of my women to be smooth.” To illustrate his point, he strolled over to the only woman who was the closest to being hairless and that was Sunny. He slid his fingers in between her pussy lips, a feeling that made her immediately wet with desire.
“Oh, Master Eagan! Don’t stop.” Sunny attempted to hold his hand down there, but he pulled away.
“No, no. Remember, no one has an orgasm unless I say so.” He picked up a towel and wiped off his fingers. “The second reason for the grooming today is because I have a special trip planned. You all will accompany me to a play party. How many of you have been to a play party before?”
Sunny raised her hand and nearly squealed with delight.
“Figures. Anyone else?” Eagan scanned the group. “The party will have different Doms and Dommes from all over with their submissives and slaves. Open play is done at the party. So you could see wax play, needle play, electric play, spanking, whipping, humilia
tion, mummification, and sex. I expect you all to represent me and represent yourselves in the highest regard. Do nothing, unless I specifically tell you it’s okay. Is that understood?”
They all nodded.
“You will wear clothes leaving the house, however, once we get to the party, you will be naked the entire time.” He stared at Meadow. “If this is a problem for you, then you need to leave the competition now.”
Meadow bowed her head.
“For the sake of the other people attending the party, cameras will not be allowed.” Eagan turned to Phil this time, who looked fit to be tied. “However, I expect you all to give a comprehensive report about what occurred at the party when we get back home. That will be used during the show. Any questions?”
Meadow raised her hand.
“Yes, Meadow?”
“How long will we stay at the party?”
“Depends on how I feel. Sometimes, I’m there an hour, sometimes four. Just depends on what’s going on. I suggest you look at what’s going on and decide if this is the lifestyle for you. I attend many parties like this.”
She nodded. Then, Sunny raised her hand.
“Yes?”
“Will you be playing with us at all at the party?” Sunny’s body still shook from his earlier touch.
“I haven’t decided yet.” He glanced at Begonia. “I might. Just be prepared for anything.” He peered at Genevieve. “Are you ready?”
“Of course, Eagan.” Her French accent rolled on her tongue.
“Who would like to go first?”
Although Sunny raised her hand, Begonia was the one who walked to Genevieve.
“I’m ready,” Begonia said.
Genevieve nodded and walked with her back to the dungeon.
“You ladies go with her to see what’s going on.” Mind games. Eagan knew as soon as Begonia started screaming at least one or two of them would be in tears.
Eagan didn’t watch, but he heard all of the action. He caught Begonia’s little yelps with each strip removal. Sounded as though she handled it like a champ.
Begonia walked out of dungeon on Willow’s arm. Eager to see the finished product, Eagan peered down.
“It’s done, sir.” Begonia stood straight, her hands on her hips and showed off the work.
Beautiful. So smooth, so fresh.
“Show me your ass,” he said.
She turned, bent over and spread her cheeks. Though a bit red, it was also smooth, pink, and beautiful. It took every ounce of strength not to reach out and touch her. A second set of yells and screams broke his concentration on Begonia.
“Who’s on the table now?” he asked.
“Sunny.” Willow shook her head. “She may not have had much hair on her vagina but between her cheeks was another story.”
Richard, Eagan’s driver, came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
“You’re in the shot, Richard,” Eagan said between gritted teeth.
“Sorry, sir. Mr. Techenbaum is at your door.”
“Who?” Eagan hadn’t called anyone else so he certainly wasn’t expecting any visitors.
“Mr. Techenbaum, one of your neighbors. He would like to speak to you.”
Great. Eagan didn’t need his nosy neighbors getting in his business right now. He stormed to the front door and held it open.
“What?” Eagan peered down at the thin man with glasses perched at the end of his pointed nose.
“Mr. Morton, the other neighbors and I are concerned about what’s going on in your home.” Even in the early morning, sweat beaded off his head and made the few hairs Techenbaum had on there stick to his scalp.
“And what do you think is occurring in my home that has become some sort of public nuisance?” Eagan crossed his arms over his chest.
“Um, well, you know.” Techenbaum pulled up his white socks that he wore with sandals. He smoothed his hair over his head again.
“No, I don’t. Please tell me.”
His neighbor, who he had never seen before today, took a deep breath. “S-E-X.”
The man actually spelled the word “sex.” Unbelievable.
“So you’re saying I can’t have sex in my home? Where am I allowed to have it then? Your house? Is that where all of the action is?”
Crimson colored Techenbaum’s face. “Please be respectful of my intentions.”
“And you and everyone else around here need to be respectful of my home and business.” Eagan pointed to stickers that lined his front door. “I run a business out of my home that’s approved by the city. I have the proper permits to film here. I keep my crews in my home, so there has been nothing going on outside. What you and the other neighbors are reacting to are the TV shows that you must be watching.”
“No, not just that. Not really. News cameras have come over to all of us asking questions about you, wanting to know if you’re racist or some sort of serial killer torturing women.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
At the worst moment, one of the women being waxed screamed as though Genevieve had pulled the woman’s heart out of her body and held it up to her to view.
“What was that?” Techenbaum put his age spot-covered hand on his chest.
“Not what you think,” Eagan answered.
“Christ, you’re killing me, lady! Dios mio!” Meadow stumbled out of the dungeon and put her hand over her pussy. When she finally decided to look up, she gasped when she saw Eagan in the door talking to another man. “Oh, my God!” She ran back into the dungeon and closed the door.
“Was that woman in trouble?” Techenbaum pointed into Eagan’s house.
“Not yet.” Eagan definitely needed to discipline her on using her indoor voice.
“And she was naked.”
Eagan nodded. “Yes, she was. Again, nothing illegal, unless the good mayor has passed a law on being naked in your own home.”
“I’m glad you brought up the mayor, Mr. Morton. I have close ties and, rest assured, I will have someone over here to investigate what’s going on.”
“Stop spending time over here and start worrying about what’s going on in your own home. You’ll be happier that way.” Eagan slammed the door in his face. “Richard, make sure no one else gets up to the front door. I’m not in the mood to deal with stupid people right now.”
Richard cleared his throat and glanced at something behind Eagan. Eagan turned around and watched Ophelia walking into the foyer from the living room.
“I see the neighbors are still jealous of you.”
“In my office. Now!”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Eagan didn’t wait for Ophelia to settle into his office before ripping into her. If she were still his submissive, he would have punished her by strapping her down to one of the platforms and leaving her for hours. Ophelia loved an audience, so leaving her alone with her thoughts would have tortured her.
“What are you doing here?” Eagan kept his voice low and even. “I specifically told you last night that when I wanted to talk to you I would call you.”
Ophelia stood, still smiling. “I knew you would never call me.”
“Do you blame me? Why should I? I released you. You have a whole career to pursue. You should do that.”
Ophelia started unbuttoning her top. “I’ve made a mistake. I want to come back home, come back to you.”
“Don’t do that. Leave your clothes on. You’re not staying.” And yet, Eagan’s stare wouldn’t budge from her chest.
“Please let me come back home, Master Eagan.”
To hear her call him that should have sent a tingle up his spine like it used to. It didn’t. Instead, he felt a punch in his gut.
“No. Button your shirt back up.”
She ignored his request. Ophelia opened her shirt, showing off her lace bra that had a front clasp.
“This is why you could never be my submissive again. You don’t listen. If I have to tell you again to stop undressing, I’ll have you forcibly removed from my
home.” Not that he would have anyone touch her. He wanted her to think that though.
“I thought you loved me.” Her full brown eyes seemed sincere.
Eagan fell for her trap before. He couldn’t do it again. “I loved you when your devotion to me was unquestionable. So tell me how much you need. A million dollars? Two? Three? I guess Hollywood was tougher than you thought and you came back home.” He stood in front of his desk and leaned back against it. “Ophelia, it’s too late. I’m looking for another submissive now.”
“You can’t replace me.” Ophelia shook her head.
“Oh, no? There are four women out there who will tell you differently. They want to be here. They have no hidden agenda.”
Ophelia looked away. “I tend to forget your long memory.” She brought her gaze back up. “I’m so sorry you thought I could be happier with a career outside of the home.”
Eagan crossed his legs at the ankles. “That wasn’t it, Ophelia, and you know it. The problem was that you wanted to use me to launch your career. That’s what I found unacceptable.”
“You have a right to be angry with me, Master Eagan.”
“No. Call me Eagan or Mr. Morton. You are not collared by me anymore, so don’t call me something I’m not to you.”
“Understood.” She buttoned up her blouse.
Eagan’s heartbeat returned to normal with each button she closed.
“I’m not giving up on you, Mast— uh, Eagan. I know there’s a play party tonight. I plan on being there.”
Great. The one place Eagan wanted to go to get away from all stresses and Ophelia, his stress du jour, planned on ruining that night for him, too. Only he wouldn’t let her know that.
“Good. Maybe you’ll find your next Dom.”
She smiled again, like she knew something he didn’t. “Maybe.”
He allowed her to kiss his cheek. Watching her walk away this time wasn’t as painful as the first time. Something about her return bothered him. She hid something just like before. Eagan would have to expose her like he did before.
* * * *
“You ladies look great tonight.” Apple stood in the center of the room gazing at Ananda and the other three women.
“I’m not sure why we’re spending so much time on our looks. It’s not like we’re going to be dressed for very long.” Venus turned herself away from the mirror.
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