Desire's Awakening (31 page)

“Look at me. Perhaps you can tell me why I should continue to train you when you do not obey the rules.”

She raised her head and saw a hard look upon his face. Her palms began to sweat and she wiped them on her thighs.

“Sir, those were extenuating circumstances. I believe Sir David explained to you what happened and I assume you understood why I felt uncomfortable answering your question. He also returned my collar.”

She noted a look of pain cross Damien’s features. Why did the mention of Sir David’s name seem to bother him?

“And I suppose you think that makes everything right.”

“Yes, I do, Sir.”

He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, just staring at her. A pregnant pause between them went on until she felt as if she was a rubber band stretched too tight. At any moment, she was going break. Then he sighed, and she knew he had relented.

“Time will tell, I guess. In the meantime, I’ll have Theresa put you on the schedule for one more session on Thursday. But that is all I can do. I have an extremely busy schedule this week because of the auction deadline and all the new girls who have just joined our household.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

She remained seated, contemplating the proper way to ask him if their relationship would ever be the same. No matter how she tried to phrase her question, she could not form the proper request.

“Is there anything else?”

“Um, no, Sir,” she said, sighing with frustration.

“Then you are dismissed.” As quickly as he had turned his chair to face her, he swung back to work on his computer. She stood and bowed, then slowly backed away from him until she left the room. Kat smiled to herself. Though the training on Thursday was a small concession, at least she had won that.

* * * * *

Doc Fischer arrived Thursday morning for her appointment to give all the girls going to auction a clean bill of health. When it was Kat’s turn, she climbed onto the gynecologist table and lay silently while the doctor performed the inspection.

“Everything looks good to me. You’re in perfect health, girl. So are you ready for the big night?”

“I guess so, Ma’am. I’m not sure what to expect.”

Doc Fischer nodded. “Yes, I can understand your trepidation. It’s a little overwhelming for a first-timer. But you’ll do fine, I’m sure. Once you get that experience behind you, life will be easier. You’ll have a new beginning with someone who you can love and who will lavish his love upon you. I’m sure everything will work out and you’ll be very happy.”

Kat sighed. If only she could believe there was a “Happily Ever After” in her future. At the moment, it didn’t seem that way.

“I hope so, Ma’am.”

Doc Fischer patted her hand reassuringly. “Have a little faith. I’ve been around a long time and have seen a lot of things. I can tell you were made for this lifestyle and I’m sure your Dominant will appreciate that.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.”

“Well, I’m done here. I’m going to stop by Damien’s office to say goodbye. It’s been a pleasure knowing you and I hope to see you again in the future.”

“Thank you, Ma’am. I hope so too.”

Later that afternoon, Kat sat in her greeting position in the center of the room in the dungeon awaiting Sir Damien’s arrival. She heard the sound of his boots on the floor, and out of the corner of her eye, watched him walk in front of her. Another set of boots stopped behind her.

“As I mentioned, from time to time, Doms stop by to inspect our subs. Today, our guest is Sir Kyle. He was not able to attend Saturday’s party, but he hoped to meet my girls and to observe a training session. He already met several girls upstairs and I told him about this training session, which he asked to join. Sir Kyle enjoys being a voyeur. His favorite pastime is having his friends over for a party and having his sub perform for them. He wants to observe how well you react in a group situation. Since I hadn’t trained you for that circumstance, I figured the timing was perfect.”

Kat could not tell how many people then entered the dungeon, but their heavy footfalls on the stairs behind her indicated at least three or four others. She heard chairs being moved around the room.

“What would you like to see?” she heard Sir Damien ask the Dom.

“I think we’d like her blindfolded and secured over the edge of a chair, spread-eagle.” She heard the murmur of satisfaction from the crowd.

“As you wish. Raise your head, girl.”

A thick blindfold lowered over her eyes, throwing her into complete darkness. Immediately her other senses took over. She heard the sound of a chair scraping on the floor and felt a hand assist her to stand. Kat assumed that Sir Damien was in charge of the scene. Her corset was removed and she stood naked in what she imagined was the center of the crowd, unable to see, yet sensing the heated stares from her audience. She was led a few steps forward.

“Oh very nice. Have her turn around so we can see her from every angle.”

Kat felt Sir Damien’s hand on her shoulder as she twirled around.

“Great body. Right, guys?”

“Yeah!”

“All right, girl. Bend over the chair.” Damien gave the order.

She leaned down to feel the hard wood seat of the chair and draped her body across it. Chains rattled and manacles were wrapped around her wrist and ankles. In the back of her mind, she hoped that if she did well today, she might be able to regain some of Sir Damien’s confidence in her ability to follow the rules.

“May I?” A deep, grating voice from the crowd asked.

“Of course.” Damien’s voice came from behind her. She heard the shuffle of boots on the floor move in her direction, then other boots moved three steps back. She assumed the second set were those of Damien. The sharp sound of a whip cracking against the wooden floor told her she would soon feel the sting of leather against her soft skin.

“Tilt your ass higher, girl. We want to see everything,” an unfamiliar voice spoke to her. “Yeah,” she heard other voices chime in.

She followed the directions, rearranging herself on the chair so that her breasts dangled lower over one edge and her buttocks jutted upward from the other side.

“Wait, before you begin, let’s warm her up,” another male voice called from the crowd. Chairs scraped the floor to a position in front and behind her.

Kaitlin’s face was lifted and a tongue licked her cheek, drawing a wet path down her neck. Then rough hands grabbed both of her breasts and massaged them out to the tips, pulling down hard on the nipples. They immediately blossomed. Harsh slaps to each breast caused her to gasp in reaction to the pain, yet she did not feel it necessary to utter the safe word. Her torturer took turns pinching her nipples and slapping her breasts, which swung back and forth in front of her.

Simultaneously, her butt cheeks were spread open wide and another tongue flicked across the sensitive skin of her anus. She felt the wet tongue mark a path across her buttocks and down to her pussy. A very deft finger tortured her clit until it swelled into a firm, jutting bud and her warm liquid dripped down her lips. Then a hand slapped directly on her anus and she jumped, more from shock than pain.

Laughter erupted in the room. Spurred on by the other’s coaxing, the man’s two fingers delved into her pussy, twisting and turning, stretching her wider with each turn. She heard the sound of her juices coating him. Another finger was added, stretching her farther apart and pumping in and out in a rhythm that made her inner muscles spasm. Yet another finger was inserted into her until she felt the pain of tiny tears in her skin. He worked his hand in and out and she felt a climax building. So close… She wriggled in her chains, but they had a good grip on her. The men cheered.

“Okay, that’s enough. Let’s get on with the real entertainment,” urged another voice. The hand pulled out from her, leaving her gaping hole for all to see. Her inner muscles continued to spasm and she felt like screaming from the inability to come to a full orgasm.

The sting of the leather whip smacked her buttocks hard. There was a pause, then shouts of satisfied observers, which told her that she had some nice red stripes decorating her backside. Kat barely had time to prepare for the next blow. Tears welled up in her eyes and wet her eyelashes. Whoever was whipping her was heavy-handed. She doubted it was Sir Damien for she had come to know his style and this was different. Kat blinked hard and soaked the blindfold as the onslaught rained upon her body in a continuous barrage. The crowd became more vocal and boisterous as she twisted and turned to angle her body so the strikes would hit different sections of her body. She could feel her flesh becoming heated and with it, her sex. In the position they had her tied with her legs spread wide the audience was getting a front-row view of how her body was reacting. Because she hadn’t heard anyone give her approval to have an orgasm, she tried hard to control it. But she was just too turned-on by the scene and lost it. Moaning out load, she gave in to a jarring orgasm. The crowd cheered her punisher on, urging him to continue whipping her to bring forth more orgasms. He complied and so did she.

After fifteen minutes, Sir Damien spoke.

“All right, gentlemen. I hope you’ve enjoyed the demonstration.”

“Yes, she did well. Thank you, Damien.”

“Welcome. Did you wish to see the rest of my subs now?”

“No, actually, we have to get going. I’m leaving town this afternoon and won’t be back for the auction either. But I’ll see you at the next party.”

“Okay, take care.”

She heard the shuffling of boots as the visitors crossed the room and walked upstairs.

Then a set of boots walked toward her.

“You have done well, girl.”

Damien unchained her from the chair. She stood and waited for instructions. He removed her blindfold and she blinked for a moment to adjust her eyesight.

“Come,” he pointed to the spot on the floor where she was to sit in her greeting position. “Suck my cock.”

Kat could hardly contain her excitement. Though he was not giving her any verbal cues that all was well between them, she took his order as an indication that she had cracked his strong resolve. If nothing else, she had affected him so strongly that he needed release. The words were heaven to her ears.

She rose to her knees and unzipped Sir Damien’s pants. His stiff rod burst forth the moment she pulled the material aside. She wrapped her hands around the base of the shaft and placed her entire mouth down upon him. She heard him moan and felt him shift beneath her to give her better access to his cock. She sucked in and out in a rhythmic pattern. He came much sooner and stronger than ever before.

“Oh God!” he gritted out as she brought him to orgasm. She did not hesitate to swallow his come. The moment he was done, he zipped his pants up and placed his hands on his hips.

“You are dismissed.”

She was shocked at the abruptness of his order. Though she did not require a thank you, she thought for sure he would say something to her. Perhaps all had not gone as well as she thought.

Leaning down, she picked up her corset and left the room. She felt the need to take a nice, long shower.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Friday was Kaitlin’s last day working in the kitchen with Miss Tiffany. She wanted to talk to her, but every time she started to speak, tears blurred her vision and her throat closed. Tiffany had become as close as a sister to her and leaving her was going to be very difficult.

“Damn onions!” Tiffany said, brushing tears from her eyes.

Kaitlin knew the sweet onions never made Miss Tiffany cry before. She thought of all the girls who had come and gone during her short time there and how many more Miss Tiffany must have met while working at the house. It was a wonder she got close to any of them, knowing how hard it was to say good-bye.

“We’re making stir-fry tonight with brown rice. It’s an easy meal and will be a quick clean-up,” Tiffany said, not looking at Kaitlin who was putting away the clean dishes from the dishwasher.

“Okay.”

She tried to shake off the “Last Supper” scenario and find something fun to lighten the mood. “Hey, Tiff, remember the night we both thought the other one had put water in the double boiler and burned the bottom of the pan so bad it set off the fire alarm?”

Miss Tiffany laughed and rubbed her red nose.

“Yeah, the house smelled really bad for hours. How about the night we mistook horseradish for tartar sauce and Corrine put it on her fish and ran screaming for the sink and sucked on ice cubes all that night?”

“Yes, I was hysterical with laughter. And do you remember how the rest of the subs tried not to laugh at her until one of them blew soda out of her nose? We all got punished with an early curfew from Mrs. Swenson that night. But it was worth it!”

“Oh God! We’ve had some wild times, haven’t we? You should have seen me give Sir Victor the bird one day.”

“No, you didn’t!” Kat gave Tiffany the high-five hand slap. “You go, girl!”

Tiffany broke down crying and turned to hug Kaitlin.

“What am I going to do without you? We work so well together and you make the time go by so quickly. I really love being with you. I hope you find a Dom who will appreciate you as much as I do.”

Kaitlin hugged her tightly. Tears trickled down her cheeks and fell on Tiffany’s shoulder. First she had to say goodbye to Dolly. Now it was Miss Tiffany’s turn. It was almost too much to bear.

“I love you too! Thanks for being such a good friend.”

Tiffany cleared her throat and pulled back to straighten her apron.

“Dinner’s almost ready. I guess we better get this meal on the table before we burn another one. Can you ask Mrs. Swenson to gather the girls?”

“Sure thing.”

Kat was grateful for the excuse to get away for a moment so she could compose herself. She walked swiftly down the hall toward the recreation center where she knew that Mrs. Swenson and a few of the girls were watching a movie. As she passed the office, she felt a tug on her hair.

“Ouch!” She turned and saw a smirk creasing Corinne’s face.

“Corinne!”