“Very true. I envy you all.” Apple headed to the door. “I love going to the play parties and meeting new people. You all are going to have a great time.”
She led them out to the limo where Richard waited with the door open. Ananda, wearing five-inch, black patent leather stiletto heels, was the last one to enter the back of the car, but knew she wasn’t the first one to gasp, when she saw Eagan sitting back there with them along with the camera crew.
“I want to make sure you ladies are prepared for what’s about to happen. Some of you may see some things you’re not used to. Don’t be afraid. As I’ve always stated, everything that happens in a structured BDSM environment follows the guidelines of being safe, sane, and consensual.”
Ananda and the other ladies nodded. This would be one night that Ananda wouldn’t mind wearing her mask. And she hoped she wouldn’t see anyone she knew at the party.
“I will walk inside first. You all come in behind me. I will introduce you to some people, but I want you all to walk around and get familiar with the scene. Any questions, ask me.”
The car pulled up in front of a house that was just as large as Eagan’s. Lights flooded the front as expensive cars lined the circular driveway.
“Remember, do nothing unless I give you permission.”
“Yes, Master Eagan,” Ananda answered.
Ananda’s hands were slick from sweat. She hoped she wouldn’t have to hold a drink or anything. Her heart pounded so loudly it sounded in her head. What the hell was she doing? Play parties? What had she gotten herself into?
An older gentleman wearing stilettos that resembled Ananda’s and a schoolgirl plaid skirt answered the front door.
“Welcome back, Master Eagan,” the man said. “And who are your friends?”
As each woman walked in, Eagan introduced them. “These are my submissives. This is Begonia, Venus, Sunny, and Meadow.”
“Very nice to meet you ladies. I’m Seeker. My Lady is Mistress Steady and she is in the dungeon.”
“That was going to be my next question.” Eagan waved to some people he must have known. “Will you give the ladies a tour of Mistress Steady’s home? I’ll be down in the dungeon when you’re done.”
“Certainly, sir.” The way Seeker bowed, Ananda wondered if Eagan ever whipped or caned him like he’d done with them.
Seeker’s heels clicked along the hardwood floors as he led them down a long hallway. Ananda scanned the room filled with people. She felt all stares were on her. Other men and women wore masks that were either similar to theirs or a whole hood with zippers for covering the eyes and mouth.
Ananda could tell the Dommes from the female submissives. The Dommes all wore black leather skirts or pants. The submissives were either wearing an outfit like a schoolgirl ensemble or they were completely naked except for the collar. The collar. Another big tip off.
“This is my lady’s room.” Seeker opened the door to a room that housed a huge bed with posts that were bigger around than Ananda.
Ananda dropped her gaze to the floor. At the foot of the bed rested a large dog bed with a chain that was attached to the leg of the bed. She gazed at Seeker and wondered if that was his place.
He continued down the hall. “This is my lady’s quilting room.” Behind another door, he showed off a small white room with pale pink carpet, a rocking chair next to a window, and quilts lying over a chair. The wholesome room seemed out of place in this sex den.
Seeker showed off other rooms in the house. The one that caught her attention was the room that held a wooden bench that sloped down to one side with cuffs on each leg. She could only imagine the positions Seeker had to be in on that thing.
The last room Seeker took them to was a spare bedroom. One bed with a homemade quilt covering it, sat in the center of the room.
“Does your Master require you to be naked?” Seeker asked.
Ananda nodded, whereas Sunny said, “Yes.”
“Undress here and hang your clothing in the closet.” He opened the door to the closet and waited for them to undress. “Keep your shoes on if that’s what your Master wants.”
Honestly, Ananda had no idea if he wanted her shoes on or off, so she left them on. She didn’t want to step in anything that would require a Penicillin shot. After pulling off her dress, she handed the garb to Seeker.
“Miss Meadow, are you okay?” he asked.
Ananda looked over her shoulder and saw Meadow still dressed and with tears streaming down her cheeks from under her mask.
“They’re going to laugh at me.” Meadow crossed her arms over her ample chest.
Ananda held Meadow’s shoulders and stared the woman in her eyes. “No one is going to laugh at you. We’re all here and we’re all naked.”
“All of your bodies are perfect.” She wiped her nose with the back of her hand.
“Oh, really?” Seeker rubbed his protruding stomach. “Miss Meadow, no one here looks at your appearance. You’re judged more on your actions. I promise you. No one will laugh or ridicule you. Well, unless you’re into verbal humiliation. Are you?”
She shook her head.
“Didn’t think so.” Seeker adjusted his collar, touching his padlock that kept it closed to make sure the lock stayed down like it should. “Are you ready to disrobe now?”
Meadow scanned the other women, took a deep breath and started to undress. She stopped. “I can’t do it. I’ll wait in the car.”
Before Ananda could stop her, Meadow darted from the room and burst through the front door. Damn. This would for sure be her one-way ticket home.
“Sorry about your friend. Are you ladies ready?” Seeker stood by the door and waited for them.
“No time like the present.” Sunny walked through first, with Ananda right behind her and Venus trailing them.
Seeker showed off the rest of the house. As they walked by people, Ananda noticed a few of them, especially the men, making comments about them.
“They’re all Eagan’s,” she overheard one person saying.
“Good batch he has.”
Batch? What were they, cookies?
As previously instructed, Seeker took them down to the dungeon. The dark lighting set an eerie mood to the room. Ananda heard something that sounded like meat hitting a cutting board. She passed people who lined the walls as she and the other women went to the heart of the room.
Eagan sat in a large chair that even he couldn’t dwarf at his height and stature next to a woman whose persona was way bigger than the room, let alone the chair. Her hair was perfectly styled in a chignon. Pearls dripped off her long neck. Her pale skin appeared fragile, like one sneeze from her would crack it. She was the only woman, who wasn’t a submissive, who didn’t wear leather. Instead, she was in a white satin robe. She crossed her legs and showed off that she took excellent care of herself.
Seeker went to the woman, kissed the back of her hand, and knelt next to her chair.
“Welcome to my home. I’m Mistress Steady.” She nodded to Ananda and the other two women. “You have lovely submissives, Eagan.”
Eagan peered around them. “Where’s Meadow?”
“She couldn’t make it,” Ananda said.
“What do you mean, couldn’t make it?” Eagan nearly rose out of his chair.
“She got scared and sat in the car,” Sunny quickly supplied. “She didn’t trust that the room would be safe for her.”
Damn it, Sunny. The bitch made it seem like Meadow didn’t trust Eagan.
Eagan shook his head. “I don’t have the energy to think about her right now.” He stood. “I’m going to take each one of you to a play station. I want you to watch and learn.”
Ananda and the other two followed him to another part of the dungeon. They saw a naked man huddled on the floor. Attached to his sac and the underside of his penis were pads with electrodes connecting them. A woman who looked about four foot nothing held a remote in her hand. She occasionally turned a dial, making the man twitch with both pa
in and, judging from the drippings coming from the end of his dick, pleasure.
“Venus, I want you here watching this.” Eagan pointed to an empty spot for her to see the action. “Mistress Veronique, when you’re done playing with Fido, I want you to play with Venus for a bit.”
Venus snapped her head to his direction. “You want her to attach those things to me?”
“Yes.” Eagan returned his attention to Mistress Veronique. “She’s not to have an orgasm. See that she sticks to that.”
“You got it, Eagan.” Veronique nodded and turned the dial again.
“I’ll be back in about thirty minutes.” Eagan continued on in the room, stopping at a whipping station. Attached to a large wooden cross shaped in an ‘X’ was a naked woman with her back facing them. Her arms were cuffed at the top and her ankles cuffed at the bottom. A man with a whip snapped at her back, but barely touched her or left any marks.
“Nice snap, Wendell.” Eagan nodded.
“You want to have at it?” Wendell held the handle to Eagan.
Ananda watched Eagan stare at the whip and back away. “No, you go ahead. I’ll do it later.”
“Suit yourself, Eagan. This one has great markings. Look at that skin.” Wendell shook his head, then stopped when his line of vision fell on Ananda. His eyes got wide as he stared at her. “Beautiful skin.” He reached out to touch her. “You must mark up easily.”
Before he could touch her, Eagan stood between them. “I haven’t had that distinct pleasure yet. Maybe if she’s still with me, I’ll bring her back for you to play with.”
Wendell nodded. “Sounds good to me.” He continued whipping the woman when Ananda, Eagan, and Sunny walked to another part of the room.
Ananda kept her hands clasped together to keep from covering her mouth in horror when she saw three people in plastic casings hanging from the ceiling.
Eagan leaned down and whispered, “Mummification.”
She nodded.
“There’s a freedom in being bound like that.” He smirked. “So I’ve been told. It’s the same feeling babies have when they’re swaddled. The constriction makes one feel protected.”
In a brightly lit corner of the room sat a woman with her bare back exposed while a man wearing rubber gloves and a mask poked syringe needles through her skin. When he punctured her pale flesh and tapped the skin over the needle, Ananda had to look away. She couldn’t look at her own self get injections. There was no way she could watch other people do it.
“Needle play,” Eagan whispered in her ear.
“Do you do that?” Ananda stared at him instead of looking at the two people.
“Sometimes. Depends on the mood I’m in.”
He took them to another corner where they were doing infusions. A woman inserted a needle into a man’s balls and turned on an I.V. to let them fill with the fluid. Eagan tried explaining the reason behind this procedure and what this can do for a person, but Ananda blanked him out.
“Sunny, I want you to watch this and the needle play.”
Sunny bowed her head. “Yes, Master Eagan.”
“Come with me.” Eagan led Ananda to a back room area. “A lot of action happens back here.”
Ananda heard moans and heavy breathing the closer she got to the room. Once in the room, she was surprised at a number of things. For one, a woman wearing an apparatus that only covered her mouth but had a ring at her mouth to keep it open was in the center of the room with two men. Both men wore hoods and leather straps over their naked bodies. One man fisted her hair and pumped his cock in and out of her mouth through the hole. The second man held her hips and thrust back and forth behind her.
Ananda turned to Eagan. “And she wants this? This is consensual?”
Eagan nodded. “Yes. All three are owned by the same master.” He pointed to an older man sitting in the corner of the room. As he watched the display, he coughed violently, then covered his face with a clear oxygen mask. Guess dominance was more a state of mind than body.
Ananda glanced to the side, she found a naked woman kneeling on the floor with her head between a man’s legs, sucking his cock. In another corner, she watched a male submissive jerking a Dom off as the Dom sat in a chair. When the Dom got close, he put his hand to the back of his submissive’s head and brought it down to his lap.
That sight, the vision of raw passion and need, stirred a need in Ananda. Her pussy pulsed as she watched the raw, animalistic sex occurring in the room. She tried controlling her breathing, but it was futile. Her heavy breathing matched her pounding heart.
“I see you like this room,” Eagan said in her ear.
“How can you tell?” She was sure her breathing gave her away, but she wanted to know if there were other signs readily apparent.
“Your nipples are harder than I’ve ever seen them.” He brushed his fingers over them, igniting the fire that was only smoldering inside of her.
“Please, don’t.” She tried to say it quiet enough so that no one else heard her. “It’s not fair that you won’t let us come. If you touch me, I’ll want you. And I can’t. Not here.”
“Actually, if we’re going to do anything, this would be the perfect spot.” He moved in closer to her. “I want to play with you so badly.”
Ananda’s knees buckled. If Eagan kept talking that way, he would have to hang her up to keep her vertical. Eagan leaned down, as though wanting to kiss her.
“Master Eagan, there you are,” a female voice said, cutting off Ananda’s action.
Ananda turned to the location of the voice.
Ophelia. Always there to ruin a good time.
Completely naked, Ananda now saw why Eagan said Ophelia was a lot like Ananda. Their bodies were very similar, although Ananda felt her body was tighter than Ophelia’s.
“Have you found your new master?” Eagan asked.
Ananda could tell from the way Eagan flexed his jaw that he wasn’t happy.
“No. But an old friend of yours is helping me through this difficult time.” Ophelia turned and looked toward a man approaching them.
He looked to be in his mid-to-late fifties, but that was in part due to his physique. The man kept in shape, so he could have been older. He had on slacks and a loose-fitting pullover shirt. He sauntered to the three of them.
“Eagan, how are you?” He held out his hand.
“Very good.” Eagan accepted it and nodded. “Begonia, I want you to meet the man who taught me everything there is to know about this Lifestyle, Master Dolinsky.”
Ananda bowed. “Nice to meet you.”
“Very nice, Eagan. Almost as good as Ophelia.”
Ananda clenched her jaws at the comment.
“They’re both equally good.” Eagan defended Ananda.
“If that were the case, why not take Ophelia back? You know you can have more than one submissive.”
“Ophelia was disloyal.”
Dolinsky put his arm around Eagan’s shoulders. “Yes, but she’s trained. You know how hard it is to train someone. This one here looks way too green.” He nodded his head toward Ananda.
“Begonia improves daily with her submitting skills.” Eagan nodded.
If only Ananda believed that about herself.
“Really? Let’s put the ladies to a test. Let’s get them up on crosses and see who breaks first.”
Eagan stared at Ananda. Though he spoke so cocksure before, his eyes held a different story.
“Okay. Let’s go.” Eagan took Ananda’s hand and led her back upstairs to the main house.
In a family room where most of the people were, sat two huge crosses. Not wasting any time, Ophelia got up on one and allowed Dolinsky to cuff her hands and feet. Ananda crept up to her cross and let Eagan strap her in the contraption.
“You can do this. I believe in you,” Eagan whispered to her.
As the crowd moved around her, Ananda had to remember his words and his look while up on the cross.
“Which one is not collared?” a wo
man asked. “I want to play with one of them when they come down.”
Knowing that someone wanted to play with her body kept Ananda in her spot. The feeling of remaining secured in her place had to deal with her growing love. Though she initially felt awkward with people gawking at her and making comments, she eventually settled into her position, into her role.
The stares from the onlookers became one big blur. Instead of judgment, she felt love, support, admiration. Ananda thought about what it took Eagan to trust her enough to show her off to the man who’d trained him. He trusted her. Eagan could have gone with Sunny and used her for this, but he didn’t.
As Ananda thought about Eagan, she felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. Instead of her heart racing like before, when she stood in the back room area, it slowed to a steady beat. Her shoulders relaxed. The weight of her arms pulled her wrists down against the cuffs, but she didn’t care. Her mind went to a place Ananda had never gone before, not even during her happiest moments dancing.
She didn’t know about Ophelia, but Ananda’s body settled and her mind became calm. Ananda closed her eyes and let the euphoric feeling overtake her. Without warning, she felt hands undoing her from the restraints. She opened her eyes in time to catch Eagan sweeping her up into his arms.
“What happened? I didn’t make it? Did I disappoint you?” Ananda blinked to regain her vision.
“You went into subspace.” Eagan sat on the couch and pulled her down with him. “I’m so very proud of you.”
Ananda smiled and nodded. Not wanting to have that competitive spirit, but she couldn’t help it, Ananda glanced over at the second cross. Ophelia no longer occupied it. Scanning the room, she finally found her by the front door, dressed and ready to leave. Ananda blinked. Just how long had she been up on the cross if Ophelia was already down, dressed and ready to go?
“Wait here. I’ll gather the other two and we’ll head home. We’re still taping a show. I have one person to eliminate.”
After tonight, Ananda knew it wouldn’t be her. She watched Eagan talking to Dolinsky across the room. Eagan glanced at her a couple of times then nodded. He disappeared into a room and Master Dolinsky made his way over to Ananda.
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