Knights and Kink Romance Boxed Set (12 page)

“Hyacinth Slaughter, you have pressed the blue
button. Does this mean you wish to join the activities currently
happening in the Blossom Submission Chamber as a direct
participant? If so, press the blue button again.”

I sat frozen; how could I have been so clumsy? How
could I have made such a mistake? I was a mousy Congressional PR
staffer, not a whip-flipping S&M mistress! There was absolutely
no way I could cross over to the other side of the glass and get in
on the action. For one thing, Senator Grayle would recognize me and
then my cover would be blown. Not only would I be out of a PR job,
my future as an undercover tabloid reporter would be ruined to
boot.

Then I remembered I was in disguise. I was an
anonymous spy,
incognito.
At the House of Flowers, I was a
voluptuous masked ingénue named Hyacinth Slaughter. Mousy, uptight,
born-again-virgin Jasmine Rand was nowhere in sight, because
devastating, mysterious sexpot Hyacinth Slaughter had taken her
place.

I pressed the blue button again.

A door panel I hadn’t noticed before slid open with
a
swish,
and I walked through it into the Blossom Submission
Chamber. As I did, Daisy’s voice rang out over loudspeakers.

“Mistress and Slave, you have a guest. Hyacinth
Slaughter wishes to join your sex play. Will you accept her?”

Senator Grayle did not acknowledge my presence. He
just kept on lapping at Mistress Violet’s boots, probably because
he knew she’d punish him if he stopped without her permission.
Mistress Violet took a break from her sex-stroking to check me out,
though. She looked me up and down, her deep-set violet eyes (the
source of her name, I assumed) coming to rest on my bared
breasts.

“You are a fine specimen, Hyacinth Slaughter,”
Mistress Violet purred, her voice husky with arousal. “A fine
specimen, indeed. Lovely figure, soft and pillowy in all the right
spots. A pouty, swollen mouth, too.” Her purple gaze stole lower,
focusing on the triangle of dark hair just above my sex. “And your
scent is intoxicating and powerful. I can see how you got your
name.”

I didn’t quite understand the last remark. But
Mistress Violet’s awesome presence (not to mention her many-taloned
whip) was so intimidating I was afraid to ask her what it meant. So
I just stared up at her, my expression quizzical.

She understood immediately. “Ah, I see you are new
in your persona,” she said. “Allow me to explain. Here at the House
of Flowers, everyone’s personas are a reflection of some special
part of themselves. You are Hyacinth Slaughter. I know who named
you, and now I know why. The scent of your sex is dusky and sweet,
potent enough to be smelt across a room—just like a hyacinth
flower. Your body opens up wide and curvy at the hips, much like
the shape of a hyacinth blossom. And your body is hardy and strong,
capable of wielding a heavy weapon. You are powerful and sensual,
Hyacinth. Powerful enough to s
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any man or woman who
approaches you with your incredible sex appeal. You’ve certainly
turned me on.” With that, Mistress Violet went back to stroking her
sex, though she didn’t take her violet eyes off me for an
instant.

I blinked. No one had ever spoken to me like that
before. I felt as if I’d been magically transported to a parallel
universe where everyone and everything were walking vessels of
pure, dripping sexuality. As I saw it, that was the only
explanation for how someone as beautiful and brutally sensual as
Mistress Violet could be turned on to the point of public
masturbation just by looking at my fleshy, size-fourteen body.

Mistress Violet smiled softly, made a soft noise
deep in her throat as she enjoyed her self-stimulation. “Don’t be
so alarmed, Hyacinth. Whatever you are like in the real world,
within these walls, you are purely a sexual being. A sexual being
I’d like to spend some time getting to know.” She shifted in her
seat, and pulled her booted foot out of Senator Grayle’s grasp,
much to his dismay. “You are released, Slave,” she said. “Go and
stand with your face to the wall until you are summoned again.”

Senator Grayle opened his mouth to protest, but
Mistress Violet silenced him with a wave of her hand.
Slump-shouldered, he obeyed and trudged over to the wall.

Mistress Violet rose from her seat and approached
me. The scent of her sex hit me like a speeding car—a heady mix of
vinegar and roses. “Have you ever dominated someone in sex play,
Hyacinth?”

I shook my head.

She smiled slightly. “Would you like to try it
today?”

I sucked in my breath. My body tingled all over with
erotic tension at the very thought of becoming a whip-cracking
temptress like Mistress Violet. But the truth was, I didn’t know
the first thing about being a dominatrix. I’d never even held a
whip in my hands before, let alone used one on somebody. “I—“

Mistress Violet raised her palm. “Hush,” she said.
“It’s natural to be a bit apprehensive the first time. And contrary
to what you might think, dominating someone during sex doesn’t
necessarily mean whips and chains are involved.” She paused, licked
her lips. “As lovely as whips and chains can be, sometimes
domination can be quite subtle.”

“I don’t understand.”

Mistress Violet took my hand. “You can dominate
someone with subtle looks and words just as you can dominate them
physically. And doing so can be just as erotic if it’s done
properly.” She ran her long, lacquered nails up and down the inside
of my arm, leaving light scratch marks that felt as if they were
being made by razor-sharp feathers. “Perhaps your first lesson
would be best learned as the one being dominated. Would you like to
try being a ‘bottom’ first, my dear? Although I think your ultimate
destiny is to be a ‘top’, all of us dominating ladies have to spend
some time on the other side, just to learn a little perspective.”
She giggled, then glanced in Senator Grayle’s direction. “Isn’t
that right, Slave?”

“Yes, Mistress,” the naked senator mumbled, his face
still to the wall.

“Yonder Slave is a very powerful man in the outside
world,” Mistress Grayle purred, teasing the back of Senator
Grayle’s calves with the ends of her cat-o-nine-tails. “Very, very
powerful and rich. He’s used to being boss in every part of his
life.” She gestured round the room. “Every part except
this
one. Yonder Slave comes here so he can spend some private time
having the tables of power turned on him. And he enjoys it
immensely.
Isn’t that right, Slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Mistress Violet giggled again. “I think we’re all
going to have a lovely time.”

She crossed to the far side of the room and opened a
set of paneled double doors. As they swung open on creaky hinges,
they revealed a walk-in closet filled with all manner of exotic sex
toys—handcuffs, harnesses, dildos and vibrators of every shape,
size, and color, even a few things I’d never seen or even heard of
before. “Hyacinth Slaughter, please take your pick of any of these
instruments of pleasure. You may select one, or many, as you
choose, and then I will use it on you.” She jerked her raven-haired
head in Senator Grayle’s direction. “And yonder Slave will watch
and pleasure himself on command. With your consent, of course.”

I considered that for a moment. I wasn’t sure how I
felt about having my boss watch me have an orgasm at his mistress’
hands. Then again, in this secret, sensual place, Senator Grayle
wasn’t really a senator, nor was he my boss. At the House of
Flowers, he was a Slave, and I was Hyacinth Slaughter. Nothing that
happened here would ever be known beyond these walls. (Unless, of
course, I showed the photos stored in my camera phone to Rodney
Doyle. But that was another matter for another time.) I finally
nodded my agreement.

Mistress Violet grinned. “Splendid, Hyacinth. Now
choose your instrument of pleasure.”

I carefully inspected every shelf in her closet of
sensual delights. Since today was the first time I’d ever
contemplated using a sex toy other than the cheap vibrator that sat
mostly unused in my bedside drawer at home, I decided to play
things safe. I passed over the more exotic items and settled on a
Rabbit, the popular dildo-vibrator combination I’d seen advertised
in the back of women’s magazines and had once featured on an old
episode of
Sex And the City.
There were a number of Rabbits
in Mistress Violet’s collection in a variety of sizes and colors. I
picked a medium-sized white one and handed it to her. “This one,” I
said in a small voice, and handed it to her.

Mistress Violet tested the dildo’s power switch, and
the Rabbit emitted a high-pitched buzzing sound. She switched it
off. “Perfect,” she said. “Hyacinth, I can see you are an elegant
woman who appreciates the classics.”

“Thank you,” I stammered. “I—umm, to tell you the
truth, I really don’t know what any of that other stuff is
for.”

“All in good time, dear. Now for your first
domination lesson, Hyacinth, I’ll break with my usual protocol and
refrain from calling you Slave, since we already have a Slave
present.” She glanced over at Senator Grayle. “Slave, you may turn
around from the wall now and observe,” she said, resuming her
booming dominatrix voice. “But you will refrain from stimulating
yourself until I give you the command.”

Senator Grayle turned around. “Yes, Mistress.” His
member was so huge now it was practically bursting out of its skin.
His bulging purple glans dripped with happy juice, and he was
clearly fighting to keep his release in check. But he still stood
motionless, staring straight ahead and waiting for his mistress’
next set of instructions.

Senator Grayle was an obedient Slave indeed.

Mistress Violet turned her attention to me.
“Hyacinth Slaughter, you will now remove your robe.”

Her tone left no room for argument. My already-open
robe slipped off my body and onto the floor. I made a mental note
to retrieve it when the festivities were over no matter how
exhausted I was, since my camera phone was still tucked inside the
breast pocket.

“Now, Hyacinth, you will turn around to face the far
wall, spread your legs, and bend over. Use your hands against the
wall to support yourself. You will need to, believe me.”

I obeyed her command to the letter. I felt oddly
exposed, with my butt sticking out and my sex exposed to the point
I could feel the light stir of the air conditioning against my wet,
wide-open vulva. I’d barely had a chance to brace myself against
the wall when the first touch of the Rabbit against my clit made me
jump.

“Mmmmmmmm,” I moaned, swaying my hips as Mistress
Violet began administering the Rabbit’s ears to my sex with her
seasoned, expert hands. I pushed against the Rabbit’s vibrating
tip, intensifying the sensation. Mistress Violet countered by
sliding the dildo portion deep into my sheath, then switched on the
dildo’s own vibrator function. She kept it on the “Low” setting at
first, allowing my body to adjust to the wild whirring sensation
that began to reverberate throughout my insides; then, just as I
felt my body start to drop over the edge, she switched the setting
to “High”, which had the dual effect of numbing my clit and shaking
the Chinese balls so hard against the walls of my sheath that I had
an intense, teeth-clattering vaginal orgasm. As I came, my hips
bucked and my vag clenched so fast and hard I thought I might break
in half.

Mistress Violet switched the Rabbit off, but left it
inside me. “You are a very sensual woman, Hyacinth,” she said from
behind me. “You orgasm wildly even at the slightest stimulation.
That’s a good sign. Would you like to experience something even
more intense than what you just felt?”

As if that were even possible. “Mmmm-hmmmm,” I
groaned, pushing myself up against the Rabbit, desperately needing
more.

Mistress Violet reached forward over my head and
pressed a button hidden in the wall.A mirror appeared. “Look in the
mirror, Hyacinth,” she ordered. “It will aid in your pleasure. And
once your eyes are focused there, keep them there. Do
not
turn around.”

I obeyed. In the mirror’s foreground I saw Mistress
Violet caressing my backside softly with her soft, well-manicured
hands as she prepared to start Round Two with the Rabbit. But in
the background, I saw Senator Grayle, standing at attention with
his hugely swollen member in his hand, awaiting Mistress Violet’s
orders. I kept my eyes glued to the mirror, afraid that Mistress
Violet might use her whip on me if I disobeyed her.

“You may begin your own pleasure now, Slave,” she
told him. “But you will hold off on your release until I give the
command.”

“Yes, Mistress,” came Senator Grayle’s robotic
reply. He began to stroke his dick, his eyelids lowering and mouth
opening with pleasure as he did so.

Mistress Violet flicked the Rabbit’s switch back on.
This time, she kept both parts of the toy set to “Low”. I longed
for something more intense, but she kept things slow and easy at
first. “Relax, Hyacinth,” she purred. “Give yourself up to the
sensations, let things build slowly and then savor them. The
greatest sexual pleasure grows slowly over a long time, and lasts
all day, rather than exploding in a mere instant.” As if to
illustrate her point, Mistress Violet leaned her groin against the
butt end of the Rabbit so she too could share in its slow, steady
pleasure-giving.

I followed the dominatrix’s instructions as best I
could by putting all my weight into my hands against the wall,
letting the rest of my body relax and almost grow limp as I allowed
Mistress Violet to stroke my sex softly in delicate, widening
circles. At first I was frustrated by my body’s slow progress to
orgasm, since all Mistress Violet was doing was using the Rabbit’s
ears to gently stimulate my clit while keeping the dildo portion
still in my vag. I tried to buck my hips to get a rhythm going
inside, but Mistress Violet slapped my buttocks hard as a signal to
stop. The slap stung, but in a good way that only made me want
things to get moving in my sheath that much more.