by Misty Blue
‘Shadow, what is it?’ she asked.
In silence he helped her climb up on her back, placing her over the arc in the centre. Her head fell back. Her legs parted. Deftly he secured them in the brackets on either side, and because of the arc he now had more access to her groin.
Aware of her vulnerability she crossed her arms over her breasts, but he pulled her hands apart and clamped them above her head and to the sides. He stood silent and still, watching her struggles slowly cease. Then, moving close, he pressed a finger to her lips, looking deep into her eyes.
‘You will be silent now.’
In his eyes she caught a glimpse of the depth of feeling he felt for her, but something else too; a look, sad and distant, as if she had somehow let him down. There was also a new sternness to his words, which demanded they be obeyed.
She watched his face as fingers felt her scalp, moving down to her eyes, which he held open while using a pencil torch. Fingers felt down the line of her jaw, opening her mouth as he examined her teeth. He reached up and flicked the switch of a powerful lamp. There was a whirring noise, and he held her upper lip while an instrument whitened and polished her teeth. She felt disorientated, her head hanging back too far because of the arc. She closed her eyes, hoping to cut off the sickening dizzy sensation she felt inside.
A different noise started as the humming instrument of before was brought down to encourage her nipples into hardness, and then they were clamped. Her body stretched out across the bridge of the arc, and fingers firmly manipulated stomach muscles, sending shivers of delight into her groin. Her pussy was wet, and he spent time examining its inner secrets, holding back the labia and inserting three fingers, testing how far they reached. Then moving down they prized apart her cheeks to inspect her anus while Abi, unable to keep still, squirmed to the intense feelings of being powerless, and deeply aroused.
Released from her fetters, Shadow left her to struggle unaided to turn onto her front, stretched along the arc, leaving her head to hang low. He manipulated her neck muscles, slowly moving down each vertebra in turn, confirming before moving on. As he reached her bottom a finger slid into her anus. She gasped, a shudder lifting her body, filling it with a delicious feeling of warmth and pleasure. Juices flooded the finger, now joined by another, and for a moment, caught on a climactic edge, she felt the slow spread of deeply aroused emotion churning her stomach. Her innermost being rose up to greet it when the fingers withdrew suddenly, and a well-aimed series of smacks landed squarely on each cheek.
She was hurt, disappointed, confused. Raising her head she caught a look on his face of which she had no understanding. Only when she was standing did she search his face again for the look that had been, wondering at the intensity and what it might mean. But instead of the explanation she hoped for he pushed her legs apart and walked around her three times, then placed himself in front of her, looking her straight in the eye.
‘We will go now for a meeting with Sir Richard. He is waiting.’ He took hold of her chin and, tilting it, kissed her intensely. ‘Come.’
She followed him down the corridor, past the gym at the end, and on down the stairs to where the air felt warm and close. The room they entered through the archway at the bottom was decorated in rich golden satin. Drapes hung from ceiling to floor, and between the drapes were stout black beams, and it was to these beams that her eyes were drawn, trying to take in the leather harnesses, bindings and straps that hung there. The room was large, extending into antechambers divided off by more satin curtains. On either side were couches of black leather, with all manner of straps attached to them. And in the centre of the room were two winged chairs divided by a black polished table, a plush pouf and a mat.
‘Welcome to the Dungeon.’ Dream Catcher stood by one of the chairs. As he spoke his arms extended towards her. ‘Today you will see and experience everything.’
With a flourish he signalled to Shadow, who pulled apart the surrounding curtains to reveal walls of mirrors. It was strange standing there with other selves moving as she did, with the same mannerisms, the same look of confusion on their face.
In an anteroom Shadow prepared mugs of steaming tea, which he carried to place on a tray on the table. It was as if she’d stepped into the shoes of Alice in Wonderland; a fantasy wrapped in a surreal world.
‘You will kneel on the mat, back on your heels, and wait for tea to be given to you.’
She accepted the words as a reprimand, already in the act of reaching for a mug and settling herself on the stool. She stopped, feeling for a comfortable position on the floor. It was Dream Catcher who finally handed her a mug of tea before sitting, and Shadow waited before joining him in the adjacent chair.
‘Do you still wish to serve us as a slave?’
She was surprised at the question, believing it already answered. ‘Why, yes, I do. Yes...’ How else would she answer? They smiled back at the child she had become.
‘To serve a Master is a Calling. It’s not for everyone. You must be very sure before accepting, as we must be sure of you.’ Dream Catcher raised a finger as a warning against interruption as she opened her mouth to reply.
‘Up until the point of the Calling Ritual you are free to say at any point that you no longer wish to become a slave. You can walk back into the life you had. Equally, up until the ceremony we have been free to let you know you are not The One we seek. As has been explained before the ceremony is a serious occasion, when we each commit to the other through a series of vows and rituals. That commitment is absolute and is not easily broken on any side. Do you understand?’
Abi nodded, her head teaming with unspoken thoughts.
‘You have fulfilled our dream, and we are happy to have you share our life, to become one with us. To that end we have planned the ceremony to take place on the first day of Spring, and in the weeks leading up to it there are things you must learn, tasks you must undertake for this to be possible.’
They watched the smile creep across her face, pleased in the joy shining from her eyes, knowing she was ready for the next part of the journey to fulfil her destiny.
‘But listen carefully and take note. This is a conditioned life. Obedience and loyalty must be at all times, whether you are here or away. If it is not, then you will be punished, and punishment, when it comes, will be because you deserve it. We will always tell you the reason for it, answer questions you may have, and when it is done it is finished and specialness will follow. Just as an adult continues to love an errant child, punishing for the deed but still loving the child, so it is that punishment takes nothing away from our guiding love for you. It is a necessary part of the learning, the obedience, the respect, and...’ Dream Catcher paused a moment, ‘...you will find there can also be pleasure in the pain. Have you not already found this to be the case?’
Abi let out a tiny gasp, but was careful to allow her Master to continue.
‘While you were away it was too easy to go the way of others, to follow those around you. To become the way you were, and you failed your Calling in a number of ways. You did not keep to the strict diet set by Shadow. You did not continue the regime that has become a necessary part of your training. You have forgotten, it seems, how to greet your Masters, and in conducting yourself as a slave. You have played with yourself at night. You have clothed yourself, and since your return, it seems your nakedness brings shame. You are therefore going to be punished, here and now.’
His final words were emphasised more in the body language which accompanied them than the words. She shivered in anticipation. She had finished her tea, and as Dream Catcher and Shadow stood she prepared herself as best she could, knowing something would follow that wasn’t about to go in her favour. They each took an arm and led her to a point between two beams, manacling both wrists to a chain. Her legs were spread wide, each foot strapped firmly to the floor. She looked towards the mirror opposite and saw herself as a big
white cross emphasised by the darkness of the beams, stretched and secure, waiting for the punishment to begin.
‘You have not yet felt the true keenness of the whip, the cut of the crop. Feel the pain. Know the experience. Remember why.’
She focused on Shadow, who moved to sit in one of the winged chairs directly in her line of vision, as if to see more clearly the affect on her. She had expected him to do the dastardly deed, and for Dream Catcher to be there for her with soothing hands and words, and in her confusion she completely failed to see Dream Catcher slip behind her, so the first crack of the whip caught her completely unawares as it slashed around her bottom. The smallest cry escaped her lips before she could prevent it, bringing with it tears and a stinging burn to both buttocks. The break between the first and second blow only made the pain keener. As it came a gasp and scream rose in her throat, tears flowing freely.
‘Please, please not again,’ she sobbed. ‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’
She was sure saying sorry would work. Sorry always made everything better... didn’t it? Kiss and make up, just as she’d always done as a child? But her words fell on deaf ears. Her reflection awaited the next bite of the crop to burn again her tender flesh.
A third and fourth slash followed mercilessly. Her screams were loud, uncaring. She no longer held back, accepting it would only end when he had finished with her. She was breaking every taboo, letting go with her emotions as they rode her, dragging from her all the pain and frustration and shame built up through the years. And yet at the same time, somewhere deep within, she touched on a kind of pleasure, and a pride in surviving the ultimate test of submission. She could end this at any time by shouting ‘stop’, and walking away, back into the life that was. She had no doubt at all in her mind they would release her and let her go.
Home.
But then, this was Home. Here she was allowed to be the person she really was instead of having to pretend, to wear a mask, to fit into someone else’s mould. Always she had been made to bear her submissive nature with shame, while others tried to change her, telling her she needed to be strong, independent, decisive, sure, when she was none of these things... not really. Always her submission had been seen as a weakness, not a strength. She was by nature a pleaser, a giver, strong for others but not herself, passionate and compassionate, with an ability to feel intensely, and without the ability to say no, needing someone else to take control.
It was only here she could develop her submissive nature, and through it know the strength to fly free. They would give her wings and teach her to fly. They were her companions, her soulmates, her lovers, her Masters. And she would obey, because of everything they shared together. Now she desperately yearned to live as One, and together, embrace the Dream. The change taking place in her was obvious, as was her complete submission to them. It was time. The Ceremony of Commitment needed to take place.
Six strokes of the crop lashed her bottom, then Abi held her head high as, with tears flowing freely down her face and her buttocks smarting, the manacles were removed.
‘Now, stand facing the wall, on tiptoes. Closer, so the tip of your nose touches it. And don’t move.’
She’d expected the punishment to be over, the sixth strike of the crop to be the last. She had learned her lesson, after all, but she followed the instruction for fear of making her situation worse.
‘Hands behind your back.’
She obeyed immediately and felt them being bound.
‘This button is being placed here, between your nose and the wall. You will keep on tiptoe, and you will hold it there until you are told otherwise.’
Her breasts pushed against the wall in an effort to maintain her balance. Her head moved forward to support the small button and ensure it didn’t drop. It was easy at first, but as they left her, not knowing when they would return, her ankles and calves started to ache incessantly.
She began to panic a little. Surely they would come soon. They would know, wouldn’t they, that she couldn’t stay there for long. But the button was slipping, and still they didn’t come. Her face grazed the wall as she struggled to maintain balance and keep the stupid little button there.
She lost track of time, increasingly bored with the exercise. Wanting to simply let go, to ease her aching legs, to walk, to sit, to know once again what it was to be independent of the damn wall and the button so dependent on her. But she didn’t dare for one moment lose concentration or let the button drop. And the more she stood there, stretching, legs numb, she realised this was an exercise in obedience, in discipline, a further testing for the slave that was to be.
She remembered what she’d read about having the right mindset of a slave, focusing on respect, obedience, rituals, withdrawing from all else. That was why here, at Arcana, there were no outside influences to distract her from her Calling and her servitude as slave.
When finally they came, taking the button, Abi fell to a kneeling position at their feet, parting her legs wide, stretching her arms, touching her head to the floor in complete submission to them.
For long moments there was silence. She wondered fleetingly if she had done wrong in not waiting to be told. But then hands held her there, while fingers gently rubbed soothing cream into her throbbing buttocks. Then they helped her rise, holding and comforting her as she cried in their arms.
They took her back to her Chamber and lay with her, caressing her into a state of arousal. Dream Catcher lay naked beside her, and coaxed her to take hold of his penis, showing her how to fondle it, pulling back the foreskin and taking it right to the back of her mouth.
As she knelt Shadow knelt, scratching down her back, holding her head in position over the rigid cock. He inserted a finger in her anus, matching the rhythm she was making with her lips.
She was aware that Dream Catcher was in control. He was instructing Shadow. Shadow was instructing her. There was a chain of command. It was something to remember, and to think on.
After a time they lay her gently on her back amongst soft cushions, and with Shadow kneeling over her face she took his penis in her mouth and continued the sucking rhythm of before, while he manipulated and massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples, causing an unbearable pleasure to build in her groin.
Seeing her movements heightened, her hips rising and falling, her body swaying as she was taken to the edge, Dream Catcher positioned himself between her feet, bending and parting her legs, positioning his cock at the entrance already seeping with juices. He awaited his moment, and then, parting her labia, pulled her onto him until his erection was totally embedded.
Her belly rose to greet him, and together, all three came in unison, Abi, Dream Catcher and Shadow, caught in the throws of an erotic wave carrying them towards a faraway shore, beyond rational explanation or reason, a place where their spirits fused to embrace the missing parts of their selves; parts they had waited a lifetime to discover.
This was their Destiny. To become one with the other, each a part and yet separate. Each united in the common goal. And in that orgasmic moment all three knew that one could not live without the other. They were part of the same journey.
One Whole.
One Love.
One.
Preparation
It was a strange feeling, wanting to live the life of a slave. To be owned by a Master. To be open and available to him at all times. To know he is aware of everything about you, every nuance of your body, every thought, every feeling, every emotion, every truth. To want to give yourself and to please. To be willingly conditioned and controlled.
Abi dwelt on these thoughts swirling about her head, and decided that true submission must be born into a person’s character. Life experiences can mould and shape someone, can change and develop in a negative or a positive way. But to want to submit, to make that commitment and to be a slave takes a certain kind of person, and a very special relationship
between slave/sub and Master to make that work.
To feel aroused by the idea of smacking, whippings, beatings, while at the same time being afraid, is a contradiction in itself. And yet it is the way it must be for the slave who is truly serious about her vocation. And all the time, within this controlling relationship, Abi felt empowered with a tremendous sense of liberation and freedom she had never experienced before.
With this in mind she knelt before her Masters to discuss her submission and preparations for her commitment to them.
‘Ownership is about belonging. And for that belonging to be total and complete means testing who you are, how you feel, and what you are capable of, building up that trust to such a degree that you are able to place your whole self in our hands, knowing you are safe, protected, loved. We will know how hard to push and what you are capable of. We will know what is best for you. You must trust us to know. We will never cross the line and create an unsafe environment. For this is your Home every bit as much as it is ours. And you need to feel that here you are accepted, that you are loved just the way you are.’
Dream Catcher emphasised these final words to make his point clear.
‘Here you can be as open and as creative as you like. You are an equal and a valued part of this power exchange and the relationship we share. We recognise that there are submissives who have an overwhelming need to be possessed by a Dominant. And that your submissive nature - gentle, vulnerable, sensitive, giving, open as it is - makes you such a person. What you have is a gift. Given the right environment it means you can be coaxed from behind the protective walls built during your lifetime out of a need to protect yourself and to survive the pain of abuse. For it is these very walls that became the prison from which you crave release. And within our protective love, care and control, in exposing all of your true self to your Masters, you can be free, secure in the knowledge that no harm will ever come to you again.