Safeword Quinacridone (27 page)

He took a breath and continued. “If you’re given opportunity to speak you must do so with a respectful tone, and you have to include at least one
Sir
in every sentence when responding to another Master. If you reply to my question, you’ll address me as Master. Some slaves call everyone Master, but my preferences are well known so you’ll be fine calling them Sir.”

Cara sighed. “I don’t think I can handle a gag that long, but you’re right
,
I probably won’t be able to keep from talking.”

“Trust me, Cara Mia; I’ll silence you without hurting your jaw too much.”

He stroked her cheek once before reclaiming her hand and resuming with, “Next rule — no looking any Master in the eye, which translates to keeping your eyes on the ground. Under no circumstances should your gaze rise above the level of their cock. If someone lifts your head for a better blowjob angle, or to look in your mouth, or to jack off over your face; it’s best to close your eyes. You’ll wear a full-face hood most of the time, with covered eyes, and straps under your jaw to hold your mouth closed.”

He pushed a button on the console and the glove compartment slowly opened.

Leaning across, he pulled an envelope out and laid it across her lap as he straightened. “Your ID says you’re Sarah Wilson, and the date of birth is one day and one year later than yours.”

She pulled a Georgia driver’s license out, with her picture, and noted an Atlanta street address on King’s Road she could easily remember, as it was the numbers from her previous residence.

He reached for it and turned it over. “Tell me your address and date of birth, please.”

She repeated the information and added, “I thought I couldn’t talk?”

“They’ll ask a few questions when we register. You’ll be dressed as you are now and will answer without me in the room. They’ll also require you sign paperwork agreeing to the rules and stating you understand you can safeword and leave at any time, and aren’t being held against your will. You’ll have to write in your address, and there’ll be a place for a phone number and email. You don’t have to fill out the phone or email portions, just the street address. They’ll make a copy of your driver’s license and file it with the release form. All forms are removed from the premises and locked away at an undisclosed location before they serve dinner.”

Cara smiled. “Dennis rhymes with Travis and Sarah rhymes with Cara. You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Of course. It makes it easier to respond to your fake name, though you’ll only be referred to as
slave
or
property
most of the time. Let’s get to the other rules — slaves don’t eat at the table. Some must eat as a dog from dishes on the floor; others kneel at their Master’s side and are given bits of food from his hand. I’ll mostly feed you in our room away from prying eyes but if you’re given anything in a public area you’ll kneel at my feet and eat from my hand. I’ll try to use straws when I offer something to drink.”

He was quiet a moment as he yielded into traffic on a major road, and Cara caught her breath as they dove into a tunnel and she realized they were under the bay.

Travis continued. “I’ve arranged for you to be the candelabra during dinner. You’ll be positioned on the dining room table with wax poured on you and candles stuck into the wax, and you’ll lie there silently as the table’s set. We’ll light the candles as dinner begins and you’ll remain perfectly still while we eat — an exquisite work of art for us to enjoy. You’ll wear a mesh hood to block your vision and hold your mouth closed during this portion. I have latex hoods for later, but the mesh will help you stay cool with the candles burning on and around you.”

Cara’s heart did several flip-flops in sync with the lights coming one after the other as they drove through the tunnel. She closed her eyes and took a breath, trying to get her bearings as she said, “My sketches. You got that from my sketches.”

Her eyes opened in time to see him nod. “I did. Does it turn you on, or are you upset?”

“Oh, I’m incredibly turned on, but I’m also touched you’ve gone out of your way to make my fantasy come true. I mean, a room full of strangers who don’t know me and can’t even see my face? It’s better than I imagined.”

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “If you’re good with that you’ll likely be okay with everything else, so I’ll surprise you with the rest of my plans. Back to the rules — slaves don’t sit on furniture. They’re sometimes draped over it to be fucked or spanked, but they don’t use it for the intended purposes. When I sit in a chair or on a sofa, pay close attention to my signals and instructions in case I want you somewhere else, but if I don’t indicate otherwise then you’ll sink to the floor to the left of my legs. Stay on your knees with legs spread, ass on your feet, arms folded into the small of your back, and tits out. If I tell you to get comfortable you can sit on your bottom with your legs curled to the side and lean on my legs.”

* * * *

Cara walked down the hall with her eyes on the floor, terrified she’d forget, look up, and accidently catch someone’s eye. She’d easily survived the entrance interview but now she had to make it to their room without breaking a rule before he could gag her and put her hood on.

Her fuck-me shoes stepped one foot in front of the other in her vision, and the collar around her neck tugged gently left as Travis’ boots turned towards what she thought might be a grand staircase. The first few treads were exquisite polished marble, and after a small landing they turned right and went up hardwood steps. More feet moved into her vision
,
dress shoes followed by bare feet with no nail polish. She’d seen someone in ballet boots earlier and wondered how Travis would want her. In some ways it seemed more dehumanizing to be stripped of even your shoes, but naked except for fetish boots pretty much screamed you were an object to be fucked. Either way, she’d be nude in a room of fully clothed men and the idea both terrified and titillated her.

Her feet followed Travis’ through a doorway and she stopped walking as he turned and touched her, muttering a soft, “stay.” Travis closed the door behind her before moving towards a desk, and she heard a television click onto The Weather Channel.

“We’re alone and you can look around the room, but don’t open the curtains or peek outside. The luggage we’ll need here’s been delivered already, and our bags from the hotel will be shipped home. Let’s get the razor and shaving cream and I’ll look you over and make sure everything’s smooth.

* * * *

Travis had wanted to ease her into this, making it clear she’s special and not actually a slave while getting her used to the idea of total subservience as they drove. Now it was time to begin putting her further into the mindset, so he handled her methodically, positioning her in the huge empty tub to shave her legs, pussy, around her ass, and finally her armpits before rinsing with the handheld sprayer. She’d already shaved, but he went over it all anyway to be certain there were no stray hairs. She voiced the beginnings of a protest as he worked the razor around her asshole, but stopped before the first word completed.

The mask she’d wear at dinner was in plain sight, propped on a Styrofoam head on the vanity, and Cara’s eyes were practically glued to it as he worked. The thin mesh fabric was the color of a doll’s skin with painted-on fake eyes and lips and a pert little molded nose. Ultra-short pink and blue hair decorated the top, with a few feathers placed here and there for texture.

He smoothed his fingers over her pussy and spread the lips again, toying around her clit without touching as he said, “There’s one more rule, my dear Cara. Slaves don’t orgasm without permission, and since they can’t speak unless asked a direct question...” he shrugged and gave a lopsided smile before continuing. “If you come so only I know you’ve climaxed, I’ll handle your punishment without letting anyone know you’re being disciplined, or why. However, if another Dom realizes you’ve orgasmed, you should know the consequence will likely involve a ginger plug in your ass and pussy while you’re caned or whipped, followed by time on the fucking machine with a ginger, cinnamon, and clove laced lubricant.”

He pushed a finger in and slowly finger-fucked her. “Lucky for you, I want to see you come again and again tonight, so I’m likely to grant permission when I see you close. Just be sure you have authorization, and if you can’t control yourself you’d better try to be circumspect. Unless you
want
them to punish you publicly.”

Travis was wary of putting her in a position where she might feel obligated to accept punishment doled out by a stranger. He couldn’t get a handle on how she’d cope, and felt this was a good way to let her dictate it. She was capable of silent orgasms, so if she yelled her way through one he’d know she wanted the experience.

He’d always shared his slaves with this group so the mere fact he’d put the white loop on her collar, making her off limits for touching without express permission, would have the membership curious. The other Doms would also assume the gags, masks, and blindfolds were because she wasn’t well trained, which would make some of them watch her like a hawk for any slip-up. It couldn’t be helped, though. He wasn’t about to set her up to fail, and she’d have trouble remaining wordless and avoiding eye contact without assistance.

He pulled her from the tub, dried her, and had her work her hair under the bald cap before he began the tedious task of stretching the latex arm sleeves onto her,
since
they terminated to points and she’d lose the benefit of fingers and thumbs.

Jacob had thoughtfully included a bottle of silicone oil with the costume, but working the tight latex over her skin still wasn’t easy. He noted Cara had gone quiet
,
and decided now was the
time to institute vocal silence
since she seemed to have dropped into the headspace for it.

“No words from here on out Cara, not unless you need to safeword. They showed you the house safeword rhythm I’m sure, but if you want to signal so only I know you’re in trouble you can grunt or tap twice, count to three in your head, and do it again. If your mouth is free you can simply say Red if you’d rather, but you’ll be gagged most of the time.” He took a breath and said, “If any part of this weekend is hell for you and I don’t see it, you
will
safeword. You are not to try to survive this on my account. If you decide you no longer want to be here,
tell me
. We’re here to give you the experience of being property for a short time. If you hate it we’ll leave.”

He pulled and stretched the latex covering until the last of the wrinkles were smooth, and ran his hands up her arms, resting them on her shoulders and looking her in the eye. “Once I put you on the dining room table I won’t give you permission to come, so don’t get too close. I want you horny while we eat but I promise you’ll get to orgasm until you wish you could beg for no more later tonight.”

Travis’ cock thrummed a constant reminder and he was so hard it hurt. He wanted to turn Cara around and pound her; but he’d wait until they were downstairs in front of everyone, as she’d get more out of it with an audience. He needed to tell her one final bit before putting her mask on, and he reached for her chin, tilting her head up gently as he said, “I’ll bring you to the room a few times during the night to change your clothes or check in with you. If you want to stay in object mode then keep your hands to yourself and act like a slave. If you need a cuddle or some reassurance I still love you, lean into me or hug me. I’m counting on you to let me know what you need here, Cara Mia. Will you promise me you’ll let me know? If not then I’ll hug you and tell you how much I love you and how special you are while I have you here in private. Speak to me, slave.”

Cara’s jaw worked and she swallowed once before saying, “I promise, Master. If I need a hug or your touch I’ll let you know when the door closes behind us.”

Hearing her call him
Master
made his cock jerk in his pants, and he wanted to wrap his arms around her but knew she didn’t need affection right now. He gave a curt nod and said, “It’s time for your mask then. You’ll note the toenail polish I had you use is the same shade as the electric blue in your hair. I’ll gradually add to your outfit as the night progresses, but for now you’ll just have the sleeves and mask.” He gave a conspiratorial grin as he said, “Waxing the peach fuzz off your arms usually isn’t a good pain, and this solves the problem.”

Travis showed her the gag ball, slightly smaller than a ping-pong ball and made of silicone. “Open up, this goes in your mouth and rests on your tongue. It’s small enough you should be able to completely close around it, large enough it can’t get sucked into your windpipe, and it’ll hold your tongue down to keep you from talking.”

Chapter Twenty

The strapless gag was uncomfortable but Cara didn’t think it’d be enough to make her jaw ache, and her insides jittered as Travis turned to lift the mask from the Styrofoam head.