Sordid Secrets (Lady Athena Book 1)

by Mistress Kaz

  A door to the right opened and the brunette appeared with Maid. She must have changed her costume in the meantime. She wore a scarlet coloured skin-tight PVC catsuit. It zipped up at the back and the waist was panelled to show off her slim figure. She did indeed look more dominant in this and just as decadent as before. The fabric stretched over her breasts and shone like beautiful beacons calling out to a sinking ship. Whilst my nerves were still running high, something as simplistic as a beautiful pair of breasts could always distract me from them.

  Maid hurriedly rushed around the room collecting trays and cleaning with a bright pink feather duster. Every movement he made was over exaggerated and extremely feminine, yet he moved efficiently and with purpose. I thought what an interesting little fella he was. I can’t say I had much interest in getting to know anyone here, apart from Mistress and perhaps Amelia in the right context, but I wondered what Maid’s story was. He seemed to put on a flamboyant show and act in a fashion that was a little whimsical. However, it was obvious to me that he operated with military precision, helped organise Mistress’s session and was never caught unawares. I wondered how long he had been here. I presumed he must have some hair-raising stories to tell and I was surprised to realise that I would like to get a chance to speak with him if the opportunity presented itself.

  He shook out his duster with deliberation and retreated to his corner, every ready to serve the Lady Athena.

  My eyes drifted from Maid to Athena who was passing a harness and strap-on attachment to the brunette who seemed to be hurriedly stepping into it.

  The harness was made of black good quality leather. From the centre sprouted a long blue dildo made of some transparent material. I would guess it to be a good 7 inches in length. The tip was tapered, to ease entry I imagine, but the girth widened further down the shaft. It seemed like a highly functional design and I run the logistics of it around my mind, forming the conclusion that it looked as if it would be pleasurable indeed.

  Then I heard the words that cut through my thoughts and froze me to the spot.

  “Number 2, your time has come.” Lady Athena was pointing towards me and beckoning.

  Me? Again? surely she doesn’t mean me to take that? I thought to myself.

  “What are your waiting for slave? This is your moment, come on.”

  She said it as if it was the great honour and reward a sub could possibly hope for and in a way, it was. Yet why did I feel so solicitous? My body trembled as I stood up on legs made of concrete and wobbled towards Mistress growing more timid by the minute.

  Athena clicked her fingers and Maid dragged over the horse that I had been spanked on earlier. The whole operation was like clockwork with barely a word between Maid and Mistress needed. It was like they had done this a thousand times before and I wondered how many bottoms had been bent over the horse.

  My bottom soon joined the ranks of the privileged as Mistress motioned for me to lean over the horse. My eyes darted towards the door and for a fleeting moment I thought of running for it. Three things stopped me. The thought of poor old Number 7 (lucky for some, not him obviously) in the strangler. Disobedience clearly did not pay here. The other things that compelled me to obey were the sound of Athena letting out a sweet giggle of delight and the sight of the brunette clad in PVC. I didn’t think it would be hard at all to submit to this beauty. I was curious to see how this situation played out with Amelia in a dominant role and I fear to say that my libido took control of my mind. Wordlessly, I did as I was told like a good little sub.

  Mistress pulled the restraints back over my wrists and locked me into position. Judging by the sounds I could hear she was pulling on latex gloves. Then all was so silent you could hear a pin drop! I wondered what was happening, until I felt my cheeks being parted by gloved hands and wet fingers lubricating my bottom. It was a little disconcerting knowing that a sea of faces was watching my very first ventures into anal play. The lubricant felt cold, but this did not detract from the pleasurable sensation of my rear being explored. Her fingers were like the most delicate butterfly wings, soft and gentle yet determined to reach their destination.

  I felt a latex clad finger start to penetrate me and slip inside, slowly opening me up. Oh crikey, this really was it! Mistress was going to take me and use me as her plaything. All my previous thoughts of embarrassment slipped away and it was as if it was just the two of us in the room. Her fingers darted around and slipped in and out. Then as her fingers pushed in deeper she hit a spot that felt magical and a cacophony of pleasure and fear rippled through me.

  Strapped to this bench with Mistress exploring my G spot, I felt ridiculously submissive and I realised there and then I was going to allow them to do whatever they wanted to me. I was in trouble.

  ‘Use his mouth Miss Amelia.” I heard Mistress say.

  I realised that the game play had been shifted slightly now that the brunette Amelia was to help dominate me. I was new to being dominated by one woman – however was I going to cope with two? I supposed if I had a heart attack from all the over excitement at least I could die happy. What a way to go! Then another thought struck me. What if something bad actually did happen? Everyone would find out and it would be in the news! The thought was atrocious and I pushed it far from my mind and instead shifted my attention to the shapely legs that were walking past me.

  They belonged to Amelia and she was dressed in a pair of PVC knee high boots which complimented her legs and rustled as she moved. It was a beautiful sound to my ears.

  The blue dong attached to Amelia’s leather harness came into view and Athena gave me an order in a low but pithy tone. “Number 2, open your mouth.”

  I did as I was told, opened my lips and waited for Amelia to insert the dong between my lips. She did so gently and it was cool to the touch. It was a strange feeling but highly erotic. I had no interest in sex with a man, but the feeling of a woman dominating me and forcing me to suck her strap on cock was something I had always fantasised about. I was certain that enjoying this didn’t make me a bit gay…did it? I brushed the thought aside and concentrated on the most perfect set of pins that stood before me.

  I allowed Amelia to push the rubber cock deeper between my lips and pushed my head back and forth on the dong hoping all the while that I was doing this right. Mistress encouraged me in that smooth honey coated, velvet voice of hers.

  “That’s it Slave, be a good boy. Take that naughty whopper between your lips and give it a good suck. Isn’t it nice to do as your told and please Mistress? Yes, that’s right, take it deep, good boy. Get it wet as that’s going in your bottom next.”

  Mistress knew when to be strict and when to turn on the sweetness and charm. She knew exactly how to get her own way, that was certain. It was a little humiliating sucking a cock, rubber or not, in front of all those other guys. I know one thing for sure though, I know for a fact any one of them would have traded places with me in a heartbeat.

  As I was doing my best to suck the dong, I felt Mistresses fingers retreat. I wondered if I would be ready for the strap on yet. I need not have worried as it became clear Mistress was going to warm me up slowly. I felt her push some kind of small toy into my bottom. Then she must have pressed something as it started to vibrate inside with a strange pulsing sensation. The feeling was unbelievable. It made my cock stand on end and it was if every single nerve in my body was alive. It wasn’t a raw primal feeling like I needed to spill my seed. It was more like I wanted to be taken and used, to let these women do whatever they wanted to me and however they wanted. It felt as if it were just the three of us in the room and I forgot all about the eager onlooker.

  I felt my hips rise to meet Mistresses movements with the toy and every time it hit my G spot, my entire body ached with desire. I felt more submissive by the minute.

  I ground my aching groin against the bench, which frustrated me only further. It was a beautiful frustration however and the thought of being denied any form of release was electrifying. I found m
yself fantasising hard about being taken with the strap on and locked into a chastity cage at the same time. Mistress would tell me that touching myself was prohibited and only my arse would be used. What a thought. Or maybe she would edge me over and over, bring me to the brink of orgasm with her hands or a silicon masturbator and then laugh cruelly as she locked up my genitals in a chastity cage, denying me release.

  I became very aware of Mistress gently pulling the toy in and out of me and her expert touch ensured that this was not a painful experience. It seemed she knew when to practise brutality and when to play more gently. I could not have hoped for a better Mistress. All the while I was sucking Amelia’s dong. My jaw was starting to ache and my movements were perhaps less enthusiastic, though not of want of trying!

  I heard Mistress giving Amelia an order and the dong withdrew from my mouth. I heard the two women whisper to one another and I heard a soft titter from Amelia. Her laugh was different was Mistresses, a little more nervous perhaps, more childlike. Something about her struck me as familiar. I imagined she reminded me of one of the women I had seen in a BDSM movie perhaps.

  I heard Amelia’s heavy boots echo on the floor and then I could sense her behind me. I knew what was coming next. I was shaking all over partly with fear and partly with anticipation. I felt her big rubber dong pushing its way into my backside. She seemed a little reticent at first, until Mistress soothed with that influential tone.

  “Don’t worry, he’s well lubricated Slave, just take it slowly.”

  I was extremely thankful for the warm up and lube. The size difference between the toy and the strap-on dong was remarkable and I could feel it stretching me. I would be inaccurate to describe it as painful, but it was certainly a little uncomfortable to start with. I heard a low buzzing sound and felt a vibrator brush against my balls.

  “This should relax you man slut and ensure that your slutty little man pussy opens up for us!” Athena teased.

  This was a feeling I had never experienced. The feeling of the vibrator against my balls was titillating. Then Mistress walked around to the front of me and stuck my face into her chest. This was unexpected and I felt content, safe and aroused all at once. Just above the dark basque she wore, I could make out her impressive cleavage before she pushed my face right down into it. Then I could see little but could feel the softness of her full bosom against my face and smell her sweet perfume, a heady mix of coconuts and caramel.

  It felt so much easier to take the strap-on well whilst being smothered by my Mistress. It was as comforting as it was exciting. If I was going to go all Freudian on the matter perhaps it reminded me of a time when I felt safe and nurtured, or perhaps I just really liked breasts. My thoughts slipped between scenarios of just cuddling Athena through to being brutalised by her. Unfortunately, she did not seem to be the type to offer cuddles, but brutality seemed to be her speciality.

  Amelia pushed the strap-on inside deeper and I moaned aloud. There was a dull ache deep inside me, but also something sweet, a tide of pleasure rolling over me and I was swept away for a moment, just relinquishing the sensation.

  Mistress whispered something and then Amelia started to pound me. I felt the fury of her thrusts, stabbing that dong deep into me. She reached down and gave my balls a little squeeze whilst she used my hole and filled me over and over. I could feel every inch of the dong as it slid in and out of me.

  I had lost control, I was out of my depth and I didn’t know what in the world would happen next. The more scared I felt, the more it turned me on. I was dicing with danger and I loved every single sordid moment of it.

  My hips rode back against her and she took this as a cue to give me the full length of the dong. As she did so, I felt the fabric of her PVC outfit rub against me. It was cool and smooth and I felt myself wanting to stroke it. Were it not for my tied hands

  Her heavy breasts brushed again my back. What a feeling! I wished with all my heart I could witness this with my eyes as well as feel it.

  “That’s it, you naughty little boy.” Came Athena’s cool voice. “Learn to take it for your Mistress like a good sissy boy.”

  The way she spoke in such authoritarian manner and teased at the same time was intoxicating.

  I began to wildly fantasise about her dominating me, making me please her and push my head down towards her pussy, then her straddling my face and forcing me to inhale the beautiful scent of her panties.

  I would bend completely to her will and do whatever it took to please her. Perhaps she would pull her panties to the side and demand I use my eager tongue to satisfy her needs and give her pleasure.

  She might even tie my balls with a length of string, so that they were gathered tight and my cock stood to attention. I would be restrained of course and she would tease my dick for hours on end. She would make me beg her to be allowed to touch myself.

  Perhaps she’d make me take the strap-on for her before she let me cum, then if I pleased her well she would reward me, with a slow and excruciating but heavenly hand job that would result in me agreeing to complete and total servitude. I would be a fully owned and collared slave. I would exist only to please Mistress and ensure that I pleased her however she commanded, and at every opportunity.

  I snapped back to reality. Amelia was bringing her palm down on my backside and giggling. I moaned a little – a sweet mix of pleasure and agony. Her fingers creeped towards my cock and her nails teased the length of the shaft. Just enough to induce total torment and a state of desperation. I felt fit to bursting and thought I might leak all over her, when Amelia stopped and I heard her whisper in Mistresses ear ‘Red’.

  “Amelia, you are dismissed. I don’t need you any longer today.” Mistress said in a matter of fact fashion.

  I sagged with disappointment and erection twitched in protest.

  “The show is over” Mistress informed us. “Number 2 I will release you and you can make your way back to your quarters where you will clean up and wait until called for dinner. The rest of you can stay, I have one last game for the rest of us to play. “

  My whole body was trembling. I extricated myself from the bench and pulled up my pants. I felt more than a little ridiculous and hurriedly made my way out of the room and headed for my quarters. Part of me was sorry that the play had come to an end and part of me felt relief.

  Once out of that room, the feeling of being in a little bubble vanished and suddenly my mind was assaulted by dozens of conflicting thoughts. I was agitated and I was horny. What a day it had been and who was that mysterious brunette? More importantly, what had caused her to whisper the safe word in Mistresses ear and bring the play to a halt?

  Lady Athena

  This afternoon had proved to be thoroughly entertaining.

  I directed a game of ‘Who can suck Mistresses strap on the best’ then informed them all that they were all pathetically useless and inadequate. Then dismissed them for the day. Those who had jobs in the kitchens were sent away, the rest were permitted free time until dinner. Tomorrow I expected a much better performance from them.

  Maid would be cooking dinner right now, so I decided to go and retire to my room for a short while. I was feeling upbeat and the afternoon’s events had turned me on a little.

  Sex is not something I would ever consider with a slave. For one, they are below me and not worthy of such a privilege. Secondly, I am very fastidious about hygiene to the point of OCD. The notion of a condom splitting or getting some of their liquid on me was enough to send me into cold sweats and blind panic. Besides as I confessed earlier, sex was an anti-climax a lot of the time. That doesn’t mean to say that I don’t have needs though so I made a mental date with my vibrator.

  Back in my room, I relaxed into the silk pillows and pulled out my little vibrating friend. I couldn’t be bothered with any extended play today, I was a little tired so headed straight towards my panties with my favourite toy – a pink silicon wand. The toy was silent but extremely powerful. It was aptly named Stealth, due t
o its silent attack that left you shaking and trembling within minutes.

  I teased the wand over my panties feeling the entire area react instantaneously. I felt a rush of wetness and a tingling spread throughout. My clit was tingling and I felt my lips become soft, wet and creamy.

  I gently hovered the toy over my clitoris and it vibrated hard in my palm. I rocked it back and forth slowly, every pulse and vibration spreading out to my mound and my thighs. I felt a flood of heat and my hips rose and sank as I edged closer towards release. I thought of Amelia spread on the bench this afternoon and the moment she grabbed the slaves head earlier and held his face close against her pussy, writhing and bucking.

  I am quite the voyeur and often enjoy the spectacle of sex even more than engaging in the act myself. I find being in control and ordering slaves to pleasure one another highly erotic and satisfying. Then I imagined Amelia being taken by every guy in the room and be completely degraded. I would never cross that line or step so far outside a slave’s boundaries, but the thought was one that nearly toppled me over the edge.

  Every muscle in my body started to tense and I was panting as I edged closer and closer. Then my muscles contracted, my vision swam with stars dancing in a black velvet lake and I felt an explosion as beautiful pin points of pleasure spiralled out into a kaleidoscope of ecstasy. For a moment, I laid there feeling relieved, sated and lost in the after-glow.

  I was regaining my breath when the ring tone of my pink I-phone took me by surprise – ‘Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D minor.’ I did enjoy a little classical, but I used this ringtone merely for effect. After all, who expects a Mistress to have a boring standard ring tone or something by Justin Bieber?

  I expected the caller to be a new slave enquiring about next month’s domination camp, but to my surprise I saw the name Zora flashing up on the screen. My hand hovered over the phone and I was torn between picking it up and ignoring it. I bit down on my lip hard and watched it ring, then impulsively I picked up the phone and pressed accept.