“Yes, Darien. You explained that to me when we met.”
“In our group, it’s a little more than just one person being a little more controlling. In our group, the person who is Dominant, is the Master.” Darien watched her eyes while this sunk in.
It took a few minutes for Sasha to answer. “Are you saying that you want to be my Master, Darien?”
“Yes, Sasha. I want to be the one that teaches you the erotic pleasures of a submissive.”
“Aren’t we doing that now?”
“There are places I want to take you this summer where I want people to know that you are mine. The ceremony tonight will bond you with our group. Did you see the necklaces the women had on at dinner? I know that you did.”
“Yes, they were beautiful, all different jeweled chokers.”
“Those are their formal collars, Sasha. It lets any other Master know that the submissive, or slave, is spoken for.” ‘All right, let’s see how she takes the ‘s’ word slipped in there.’ So far, she was remaining calm, and Darien thought it was going well.
Her finger traced around the top of the wine glass. “You want me to wear your collar and be your slave? I don’t understand some of what you’re saying.”
“It won’t be much different to what we’ve already decided to do for the summer, Sasha. It just formalizes the agreement and gives the others a chance to know you and that you are truly interested in our games.” He took her wine glass, put it on the table, and held her hands. “I want them to know why I care so deeply for you.”
Sasha looked into his eyes and was going to suggest he just tell them. Something in the intensity of his gaze let her know that this was another level of the game. “What does this ceremony involve?”
“After dinner, we’ll come back here to relax for a while, and then we go down to the game room.”
“All of us? I mean, Katie and Edmond, everyone?”
“Everyone will know that you are truly a part of our group, and then I can claim you. We still have the agreement that if you want to end it at the end of the summer, you can. I’ll even arrange an apartment for you as you’ve given everything up to try this.”
Sasha chewed her lip. “We’re going to play our games in front of everybody?”
Darien paused, and then said, “Everybody plays, Sasha.” She was very quiet, and Darien was getting afraid that she was going to run screaming to the door.
Sasha remembered the welts on the other women and the talks she and Katie had. They all experienced the same thrill she did under the masterful hands of their men. Masterful hands…“Darien, would it please you if I do this?”
Of all the answers she could have given, that was not the one he expected, and he pulled her close, holding her head against his chest. “Yes, Sasha. It would please me very much.”
“Okay, then,” she said softly, and she looked up at him with a mischievous gleam in her pretty green eyes. “It sounds a little bit like an orgy, though.”
CHAPTER VII
Sasha gulped the little remaining wine she had left in her crystal glass and they walked upstairs to the bedroom to change. The things she had picked out at ‘Berstrands’ were laid out on the bed, and she stripped while Darien showered.
He walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips, and an erotic thrill of passion coursed through Sasha when he came up behind her and put his arms around her. She could feel his damp chest hair along her shoulder blades. “Let me dress you,” he whispered.
She squeezed his arms in agreement. First he pulled up the lacy black thong underwear, kissing her naked mons as he knelt to pull them up. Next came the thigh high stockings, which he slowly rolled up each leg, stroking the inside of her thighs and fussing over the feet until the seams were straight. Sasha was already oozing liquid cream by the time he helped her with the silver dress. He adjusted the front so that it exposed even more cleavage than Sherry had done in the store, and slipped his hands into the top to thumb her nipples. She was squirming by the time she slipped her feet into the shoes and Darien knelt to buckle them, muttering, “Damn Melinda.” At last, he held her at arms’ length and admired her. “You look positively ravishing.”
Sasha blushed clear to her toes, and dashed to the bathroom for last minute touches to her hair and makeup and to spritz on some perfume. When she came out, Darien was dressed in a sweater and dark slacks, and he held out his hand to her. “Are you ready?”
Sasha grabbed her purse and they drove to the restaurant. This time, they were the second couple there. Veronica and William were seated by the windows, quietly talking. Sasha saw William reach up and stroke Ronnie’s cheek, and the look of adoration in her eyes was mesmerizing.
While William and Darien talked, Veronica took Sasha’s hand. “You look beautiful, Sasha. I’m so glad you didn’t back out.”
She must have noticed Sasha’s alarmed expression. “I know Darien has explained some of it to you by now. Just remember, we all went through it. Make him proud, honey.”
They looked up as Melanie, Eric, Kate and Edmond arrived. Mel had a bit of a pout on her face. “I hear Eric swatted her bottom pretty good about her slip up. She gets a little overzealous and doesn’t think sometimes. Today was a day for you to get comfortable around us, and she should have left mention of the ceremony to Darien.”
“Katie, you did a great job with Sasha’s dress. She looks wonderful,” Darien said. He glanced at the pouting Melinda. “Mel, the shoes are certainly interesting.” Mel’s eyes sparkled again, taking it as a compliment.
Sasha began to pay closer attention to the relationships of the couples seated around her, and began noticing things. The men ordered the wine and meals for their companions, and the women never even opened their menus. The women did not take a sip of wine or a bite of food until after their men did, and they seemed to do it without even noticing although Sasha knew differently. This was a choreographed dance that had been learned through the years. Every one of the women clearly adored her man, and Sasha wondered if she and Darien looked the same to them. Eric took his napkin and gently wiped some gravy from the side of Mel’s mouth, and the look of desire on the young woman’s face was undeniable. Sasha wanted that. She wanted that kind of closeness and passion with a man. The beautiful women all had their chokers on, and Sasha’s fingers traveled unconsciously to her bare throat.
Before desert arrived, Sasha excused herself to the ladies’ room. In the elegant gold gilded room she stared at herself in the mirror, and a few seconds later, the door opened and she caught sight of Katie’s red hair. “Hey, Sasha. Are you doing all right?”
“I guess I’m more nervous than I thought,” she admitted.
“Put your mind into it and just go with it,” Katie advised her.
“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do.” Sasha was beginning to look a little panicked.
Katie ran her fingers over where she remembered Sasha’s welts to be. “You trust Darien?”
Their eyes met in the mirror. “Yes Katie, I really do. I want to be with him so badly, but I keep thinking somehow I’m going to screw up.”
“If you really trust him Sasha, then just do exactly as he says tonight. He’s the one you answer to, and he’ll tell you all you need to know.”
“I’ve been watching all of you tonight and I want to be a part of it. I want to be part of a family again.” Her fingers traveled to Kate’s choker. “I didn’t know these were anything other than beautiful necklaces when I first met you, and now I want one so badly I can’t stand it.”
“There are different levels to the games. Ronnie and William are probably the most extreme, then Edmond and I. Eric likes to treat Mel like a child, and it’s perfect for her. I think Darien will probably be more controlling. You know, I saw you today when Dee ripped off the wax. The anticipation of the torment is the ultimate high for people like us. You did something you didn’t want to do, to please Darien. Sweetie, you’re already halfway his. Come on, no sense putting this
off.” Katie took her arm and they walked back to the table.
On the way home, Sasha began to be very nervous. “You’re going to stay with me the whole time, right?”
Darien reached for her hand. “I’ll be with you the whole time, yes.”
“Okay.” She said nothing else until they reached the house. When they went into the living room, she sat on an ottoman in front of Darien and began to remove her shoes.
“What are you doing, Sasha?” Darien asked.
“These shoes cost more than three months rent, Darien, and I believe you threatened to cut the straps if they were too difficult to remove. It took you almost five minutes to buckle them on, so I’m not taking any chances with them.”
“Logical woman,” Eric declared.
“See, I told you she liked them,” Mel whispered to her lover.
Sasha leaned back into Darien and watched his eyes. “I trust you, Darien.”
Darien kissed her forehead. “I know you do, Sasha.”
Sasha noticed all the couples had begun to pair off in little corners or areas of the sofas, and light caresses and kisses were issued as the sexual heat in the room flared. Ronnie was almost moaning with William’s leg spreading her thighs, and Eric’s lips had latched onto one of Melanie’s perky breasts. Sasha did not notice anything else for a long while, as Darien sealed her tilted back head in a deep kiss and gently stroked her throat.
The clock on the mantel chimed midnight and Darien whispered, “It’s time.”
Sasha felt the involuntary clenching of her insides with anticipation of what lay ahead. In her mind she heard Ronnie’s words echo, ‘Make him proud’ and Katie’s advice, ‘Do exactly what he says’. She could do this. She was so aroused by what could happen in that room downstairs, that her silk panties were sticking to her naked pussy lips.
Darien stood, took Sasha’s hand and led her to the library. Sasha heard the other couples disengaging to follow them, and Darien whispered in her ear, “There are two things you need to know. If you want the ceremony to stop you say ‘sparrow’ and it will end immediately. If you want to cum, you must ask permission and say, ‘Master, may I please cum?’ and you wait to see if you’re granted permission. Do you understand?”
Sasha was dripping liquid heat with his words. “Yes Darien. ‘Sparrow’ means it’s over between us, and I’ll wait for permission after I ask to cum.”
Darien kissed her ear, “Good girl. Remember to try to keep quiet.” He led her downstairs into the darkness, and at the bottom of the steps, he reached on a shelf beside him for the blindfold…the one with the soft foam that allowed her to open her eyes and was permeated with the spicy scent Sasha associated with him.
She was aware of another man taking her arm and leading her forward, and then someone unzipped her dress and it slid to the floor. Cuffs were attached to her wrists, and two people, she thought they were the smaller hands of women, were lowering her stockings off her feet, until all she was wearing were the thong panties. No one had said a word. A hand reached into the front of the silk, and when it caressed across her bare mound, she knew it was Darien. He slipped his other hand into the waistband and she stepped out of them.
Edmond’s voice said, “Darien, you present us with one who is willing to submit to you?”
Sasha was trembling as she felt him take her arm and turn her. She felt his fingers trace the three welts he had placed on her the night before, and she began to understand the significance. If she had not been willing to do that, the ceremony would not be taking place. She squeezed her eyes shut in the darkness of the blindfold and prayed the massage earlier had not erased his marks on her.
“What say the Masters?”
“She bears his mark,” from William, and Eric quickly agreed.
“Darien, it is agreed the ceremony will continue.
“Masters, position your slaves.”
Sasha heard shuffling of feet and chains rattling. Darien’s hands, for that must be who it was, Sasha thought, guided her over to the arched wood. He secured her wrists over her head and her ankles far apart. Sasha quivered and felt liquid slipping past her denuded lips as she felt his lips kiss her belly. A part of her mind realized the other women must be secured in restraint devices also, and the thought of their beautiful bodies stretched and bound excited her further.
There was a rustle of clothing, and Sasha pictured all the men standing naked, preparing to inflict their tortures. She had to stifle a moan. Someone approached her; she could hear his breathing. As the tails from some kind of flogger or whip brushed from between her breasts to her pussy she shuddered, anticipating the strike.
Edmond called, “Position One.”
Apparently, Edmond was to be the Master of Ceremonies. Sasha wanted to laugh at her pun, until the lash came down hard catching her left nipple and across her ribs. She sucked in her breath and it sounded like a hiss.
Somewhere across the room she heard Ronnie say, “One, sir.”
Sasha remembered Katie’s warning that Darien was probably somewhere between William and Edmond in the games, and then there was Ronnie’s advice, ‘Make him proud.’ Sasha stuttered out, “One, sir.” There was what felt like an unexpected silence. The lash came down hard across the other nipple, crossing her ribs in the other direction, and Sasha groaned quietly. “Two, sir.” The third strike came straight down on her waxed mons and she shrieked. “Oh…oh god.”
Everyone stopped and listened for the safe word, ‘sparrow’. “Three, sir. Thank you, sir.” Tears were piled up under the blindfold.
“Position Two.”
Sasha heard the men change to new targets, and she realized the women as well went through the ceremonies each time a new submissive joined their group. She remembered the passion building upstairs, and realized this was an event they obviously looked forward to.
She shivered as lips sucked on an injured nipple. It was pinched between fingers, and as soon as the welted flesh peaked, a clamp was attached. Sasha inhaled but said nothing, and as the same attention and clamp were given to the other nipple, she swayed her head in silent agony, still remaining silent. When her labia were spread, she finally moaned and a finger stroked her wet folds encouraging her juices, and the taut bud of her clit was pinched. When the clamp was attached, she gave a small sob and thought of the first time Darien used the pinching devices on her.
She felt something rubbery sliding along her folds and she thrust her hips in its direction. The silicone phallus entered her channel, and as she tried to bear down on it she realized the clit clip was attached to her nipples. It stretched painfully, but she needed to be entered and continued to torture herself by pulling the clips tight, forcing the already impeded blood flow to her little organs to collect and be blocked from its journey. When the dildo was pulled away she shuddered and issued a louder sob.
The first nipple clip was removed, and a burst of heated pain hit the lashed bud. Sasha groaned, “One, sir.” The second nipple was just as agonizing. “Two, sir.” She trembled violently when his fingers brushed her folds. The sensation of his fingers pinching the sides together to release it was almost visual even in the darkness, and when it finally happened, she screamed. “Aaah…ooow, three, sir.” She gasped, “Thank you, sir.”
The men smiled at the pride in Darien’s face, and Edmond headed towards Veronica with the clips, giving him a thumbs up as he said, “Position Three.”
Sasha calmed as she thought about what was happening to her. Position three would be wax, and she realized Darien had prepared her for these trials. Behind the darkness of her soaked blindfold, she realized everything he had been teaching her was for this night, so she could be his. She could take the wax. She could take anything for him.
The wax coated her nipples and cleft, and she thanked whichever Master it was for each burning drip on her tortured skin.
“Are we in agreement to continue the ceremony?” Edmond called.
Sasha realized there was no Position Four, and that D
arien would not be called on to participate in her tortures. She gave a little wail and was startled when he whispered in her ear, “Ah, my little Sasha. You and I have every other night to explore our world. Don’t be so disappointed.” She nuzzled her head in his direction, but remained silent.
“We are in agreement to continue,” William declared.
Sasha felt hands gently grab each side of her head. She realized a cock was centering on her mouth and she whimpered. Fingers began stroking her drenched sex, and her tongue snaked out towards whoever’s shaft was searching for the warmth of her mouth. Her hips tried to thrust towards the torment while her mouth and throat were filled. The cock plunged past her comfort zone, well down her throat, and she gagged as a second man entered her channel.
‘Oh god…oh my god.’ Sasha had never considered two men at once before and her desire peaked. She remembered she needed permission to cum, but with her mouth filled that would be impossible. She tried to focus on the cock in her mouth, and sucked and licked around the retching to force him to orgasm. Thank god he obliged quickly, and as soon as her mouth was free, she moaned, “Master, may I cum? Please, Master.”
“Yes, Sasha, you may cum.” Darien was by her ear again and she searched for his lips as she rocked into an explosive climax, while a cock plunged deep inside her. At the force of her gripping walls, she felt the warm spurt of semen fill her.
Darien waited for her shudders to subside. “We let the submissive decide whether to use her pussy or mouth for the last Master.”
Sasha thought for a moment. She really only wanted Darien in her pussy, but she figured out her answer. “Whichever pleases you, sir, that is what I choose.”
Darien leaned over and kissed her quickly. “Her mouth.” She heard him step away as the cock breached her lips.
Sasha was totally drained. She was marked and filled with cum dripping from her core and dripping down her cheeks from the last man who removed himself from her mouth and made her try to catch his load with her tongue. There was silence, some rustling, and then the sound of chains. She thought maybe the other women were being unbound, and waited silently for Darien to release her.
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