Be Careful What You Wish For (21 page)

The Grand Master was impressed by this impulsive gesture and the humble way in which she submitted. He nodded at both Masters, acknowledging that they indeed had someone very special. Then, addressing the wider audience for only the second time in the proceedings, he indicated the Ceremony was complete.

‘Masters and slave will now accompany me to the antechamber, where we will complete the Contract of Submission. The rest of the Gathering may help themselves to food and drink as appropriate. We will re-join you later.'

Abi was amazed at how some slaves were able to help themselves to food of their choice, while others remained kneeling, unable to partake because of special diets to which they were restricted. There were slaves who took food to their Masters, and those who sat together in groups, participating more in the art of conversation than eating.

Oh how she longed to join them, to share their experiences, to know what life was like for them. But she followed in the footsteps of her Master to a chamber off the main hall.

‘As a new slave you are under an instruction of silence. You cannot fraternise with the slaves during their stay, and will speak only when allowed by a Master.'

The Grand Master sensed her longing, and caught between the desire to make an excuse for a punishment or to explain the proper protocol to her, he regretfully chose the latter.

‘Slave, you will listen carefully to the words I have here before me, and which constitute the Contract between yourself and your Masters. Then before signing you may discuss any issues with me and we will talk about them further.'

It took a while, in truth it took a very long time. The Contract went on at great length. There was so much to be included to cover every eventuality, and yet the more she heard the more she realised just how well her Masters had come to know and love her. She learned that her safeword was ‘flame'.

The safeword was to be used whenever she felt play had reached an intolerable level and she needed it to stop, but she knew then that she would never use it. What was the point when she had given herself so completely, trusting them to the ultimate level of giving?

The Contract also illustrated a process of learning together, development of self, maintaining a positive self-image and development of goals. It would mean for the future that she was committing herself to absolute openness, honesty and respect, to reveal her thoughts and feelings without shame or embarrassment. Everything that would take place for the future would be consensual, and in keeping with the enhancement of body, mind and spirit, accepting her as a complete and whole person, growing together in friendship, trust and love.

She heard the words and knew they resonated in a place deep within her heart. To have such love, to be accepted and owned in such a complete way made rivers of tears flow down her cheeks. She had to ask Grand Master to speak again the words he had just spoken. Gentler now, he asked her, ‘Are you happy with the arrangements made for you and the terms of your submission as written here? There are other words which do not concern you...'

He looked at Dream Catcher and then Shadow, before continuing. ‘But these are things I need to speak with your Masters about and which concern the future.'

‘Grand Master, it will make me very happy to sign, to give my life in this way to them. I trust them both.'

‘Then, let it be so.'

She was presented with a pen, and signed her name before the two Masters added theirs.

‘So come, let us join the festivities. But remember, Angel, as slave you are forbidden to fraternise in any way with the others, on pain of punishment.'

The Grand Master watched her obediently follow his instruction, entering again the main Dungeon Hall where the sounds of music and merriment showed the party was in full swing. Then he turned to speak privately with her Masters.

 

 

 

The Grand Master could not take his eyes from the woman with the body of a temptress, the innocence of a child, the submissiveness of a slave. She took an obvious pleasure in pleasing. Like other slaves she cast her eyes to the floor, and obeyed a Master's wishes. But there was so much more in the way she displayed an inner depth and a quality so rare he found it hard to put into words. He suspected she was also talented, with a high degree of intelligence and a Phd in Life. New to the lifestyle she was already obedient and had been taught well. She moved with a confidence and strength that came from deep within which took nothing away from her servitude. Given time and the right environment he could discover if, in body, mind and spirit, she was all that she appeared to be.

Aware people were restless he clapped his hands twice, and bade curtains around the walls be opened to reveal the secret pleasures beyond. Listening to the gasps and cries of the Masters and slaves as they coupled off to familiarise intimately with the equipment, he had only eyes for Angel.

Her eyes were wide as she took in the hooks across the beams, the bars and black crosses, a platform held high against the ceiling, chains and instruments of torture hanging in neat rows, and she recognised the cage. Vaguely she wondered where the camera was and if this was being recorded.

Slaves were strapped in place to all manner of holds, some blindfolded, some gagged, others hooded. Yet all of them obviously enjoyed the experience of being pleasured by their Masters. Amidst the soft lights and music moans and squeals filled the air as whips came into contact with butts, crops made their mark, and senses were heightened, feelings brought to the fore.

‘So let me inspect the new slave. Angel, up on the couch and assume the position.' Grand Master broke her reverie, widening her eyes at the idea of his hands touching her bare flesh and revealing herself to him. But she obeyed; she didn't dare do otherwise.

Dream Catcher and Shadow stood to one side as she knelt on the black leather, reaching back to hold the cheeks of her bottom apart before bending her head low.

‘Has she felt the whip or the keenness of the switch?'

Her body tensed at the voice of the Grand Master, remembering the switch she had prepared. It was odd how she had found it in the room where Dream Catcher took her. No further mention of it had been made until now, but then that whole episode was all a bit of a blur. Hands touched and held, running softly across her body, squeezing her waist, her thighs. Immediately she was aroused; he knew it from the shivered excitement that betrayed her, and the wetness of her sex.

‘Already... look, see? We must not disappoint, for she is obviously crying out with need.'

A chain was fed through links on her cuffs, holding them together, attached to a point on the couch. As she tried to raise her head it was pushed down and held, the loop in her collar hooked in place. Other hands cupped her bottom, squeezing and massaging and manipulating, and one finger, then two penetrated her anus.

She couldn't stop her gasps, mingling with echoes which came from the room beyond. She craved the pleasure, she wanted the pain, and understanding that need, Grand Master started a measured spanking before increasing the severity and upping the pace. A paddle took the place of his palm, followed by a crop, then a whip. Eventually she saw an arm extend to reach for the switch which appeared as if by magic, leaning against the wall. From the corner of her eye she caught the strangest look which passed between Dream Catcher and Shadow, and when Shadow bent his head to gaze at a spot on the floor it made her wonder. But now wasn't the time for thought.

This was a new experience. She knew she was being tested. Grand Master wanted to see how soon she would use her safeword, and therefore how much trust she was willing to give. At what point might she take back control? Was that the true test of a slave? And in those moments before it began she knew no matter what, she would hold back the word that would stop everything in a moment. Courage didn't come without fear. Courage meant fear was there, but still you did it anyway.

And so, despite the pain, the beatings, the dread of how much more might come and the amount she could take, she held back the word, curiously aroused and open and pliable, testing her own limits of endurance, and then shouting, screaming, exhilarated and excited and deeply aroused, for the release and for someone to take her and accept all she had to give.

But it didn't come!

Caught in the throes of passion, in a place between need and fulfilment, he held her right there, on the very edge while she sought the permission he was not willing to give.

Suddenly all hands released their hold. She lay gasping, breathless... abandoned? She felt a wave of resentment rise up in her. She had given herself fully, freely; surely it was not too much to ask that they respond to her need?

The voice of Grand Master was soft yet stern. ‘Be very careful, slave. Hold yourself. Your time will come.'

Despite the implied threat the words soothed, comforted and strengthened her resolve so that she was able, in spite of her highly aroused state, to relax and simply let her feelings go. Like leaves carried on the wind they left her feeling naked, aching and eager for more.

The bonds that held were released. The Grand Master clapped his hands. Automatically she assumed the Inspect position, sitting up on her knees, arching her back, hands behind her head.

‘Very good. Very good indeed.' She welcomed the praise, taking pleasure from that moment, taking it to heart as a child being told by a father she had done well.

He knew. It was so easy to please, to bring joy to the dark brown pools that gazed up at him. They drew him, wondering at their sadness, the hurt mingled with joy as she offered herself openly to him. He moved behind her, bending her first this way then that, reaching down to her waist, holding her tummy while feeling down her flanks, parting her legs wide, then taking her arms and securing them behind her back.

‘Hold her head firmly.'

Dream Catcher stepped quickly to her, but Shadow got there first. She wondered fleetingly what the meaning of the expression was on Dream Catcher's face as Shadow made that move, but then Shadow was pulling her head to his chest, holding it there while other hands moulded her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples.

‘Ah, what have we here? An inverted nipple? It seems you've used clamps without affect.' He focused on her left nipple, arousing and coaxing while her body showed the obvious reactions his activities had on her. ‘It seems this is the nipple which arouses and offers most pleasure. You may like to think for the future about having it pierced, so it cannot hide.'

Abi squirmed at his words and made noises of protest.

‘She has fire and spirit, this one, and that is good. But slave, again, be very careful, for if so desired then punishment will come.' She trembled at the sudden menace in his voice, and he knew at once his message had struck home.

Fingers teased apart the lips of her sex, sensuously rubbing her clit, inching in to explore before thrusting deep. Immediately her body was on fire. Bursts of tingling sensations made her writhe, and once again she was taken to the edge of an orgasm as the rhythm drove her crazy with need.

But again she was denied. Again he withdrew.

Desperately her body continued to dance to an unchained melody which clambered to be heard, sending her emotions spiralling on an ever increasing journey, her cunt seeping juices, wetting the couch.

‘She is sensuous, passionate, filled with an unmet desire. Taken to the limits there is no doubt she can be made to cum... cum... and cum again, and even then have plenty left to give.'

Grand Master had replaced Shadow at her head. One hand cupped her chin, the other ran fingers lightly down her throat, all the while those eyes mesmerising her own.

‘Can she deep throat?' He threw the question out and the air caught his words, befuddling the letters, passing them through her consciousness without truly entering. Her head was a mass of emotions with no room for thought.

The men talked to one another quietly, their words passing through her as if she were a wraith. One hand continued to hold her jaw, the other reached for something for her mouth. She could not turn, could not see, unable to release her eyes from the hypnotic power he had over her. But as that something was pressed hard and unyielding into her mouth she gasped and jerked away in protest, frantically struggling to be free. Immediately he released her, sensing fear, deciding to err on the side of caution and not punish, to let it go... for now.

Relieved, she tried to sit still and quiet on the couch despite her high state of arousal, aware of eyes watching her, focusing on that feeling of fear, pushing it back into the black box from whence it came. In doing so she was totally unaware of the small yet significant signals she was giving off to the man experienced in all aspects of control, domination, pain... body, spirit, mind.

‘Angel, rise and follow me. It is time we got better acquainted.'

With a shake of a hand and a nod her Masters were dismissed. She pleaded with her eyes for them not to go, and the Grand Master noted well her deep affection for them as he led her to an antechamber away from the main Hall, laid out in the same rich sunrise gold, complete with a four-poster bed. Devoid of blankets and bedding its sole covering was a lemon satin wrap which hung down on all sides.