Shades of Pleasure: Five Stories of Domination and Submission (15 page)

“You might call it that. There won’t be any Christmas carols
or hot chocolate but there’s usually a nice buffet and soft drinks. And some of
the members exchange gifts.”

“Are you giving anyone a present this year?”

“Only one.” He didn’t say more and she didn’t want to pry,
although she was seriously curious to find out who had earned a Christmas
present from the man she’d fallen in love with. Was it a fellow Dom or maybe
one special sub? “The Christmas play party is always at Master Blade’s private
dungeon. Last year, you weren’t quite ready for it.”

Master Blade—who she guessed had not been born with that
name—was obviously filthy rich, like old-money, rolling-in-it rich. His estate
sat on one of Michigan’s most well-known roads, Lakeshore Drive, the rear
backing Lake St. Clair. A long winding driveway took them through the walled,
wooded lot to the house. A uniformed servant opened the limo’s door, and Kyler
stepped from the car. Elena followed him up the brick home’s front steps to the
polished wood door. Elena had never seen a house as big and beautiful as this
one.

Inside, the building was as grand and breathtaking as its
exterior. The foyer’s ceiling soared at least three stories up, and the biggest
crystal chandelier she’d ever seen hung overhead.

“This way.” Kyler led her to a small room to the right. “One
last chance. If you want to just watch, you can keep your clothes on. But if
you want me to officially present you to the group this time, you’ll need to
take everything off.”

She glanced at a pair of mostly nude women wearing leather
collars, g-strings and harnesses, standing nearby. Her heart was drumming
against her breastbone, keeping a rapid tempo. And her hands were shaking,
mouth so dry she swore her tongue was going to crack. But she still wanted to
do this, wanted to become a part of this world. “I’m sure.”

The two women in g-strings helped her out of her coat, body
stocking and g-string. She felt terribly self-conscious as she left the room.
It was amazing how much security a mostly transparent fishnet garment could give
her.

Kyler eyed her intensely, his gaze traveling up and down her
body. “This is it. Ready?”

How could she say no when she knew this meant so much to
him? She pulled in a deep breath, let it out and clasped her shaking hands
together behind her back. “Yes, Master. I’m ready.” She held her breath as she
took little baby steps behind him, down the hallway to the pair of double doors
at the end. She could hear the sounds of the party inside, voices, music.

When the doors opened, it was like a wave of sensation
rolled over her. The scents of perfume and pine and sex. The distant sounds of
slapping, and closer, voices, music. And the many, many bodies, tall and thin,
short and stout, all shapes and sizes and in various forms of undress.

“This way.” Kyler led her past dozens of curious onlookers
to the room’s center, beneath a glittering chandelier where light played out
across the room in twinkling mini-starbursts. “Present, Elena.” He then moved
away from her, walking toward one end of the room, leaving her to present as
they’d practiced at home every day.

She’d imagined it would be like this, both scary and
thrilling. But she’d had no idea how thrilling it would be. She lifted her
chin, pushed her shoulders back and, staring straight ahead while avoiding
making eye contact with any Doms or Dommes within eyesight, walked across the
empty floor. When she was within about four feet from Kyler, she slowly, as
gracefully as she could manage, eased to her knees.

She hadn’t fallen over, twisted an ankle or stumbled like an
idiot. She was actually able to inhale freely for the first time since arriving
at this place.

Now the easy part. On all fours, she crawled toward him,
stopping about eighteen inches from his feet. Finally, she took the
presentation position he favored when they played at home. Back arched, eyes
down, bottom up off her heels, knees spread and hands resting on her thighs.

She stared blindly at the gleaming wood floor and listened
to the room fall silent. Everything seemed to stop, the voices, music. She
didn’t have to look up to know that everyone was looking at her.

A crazy rush of heat flared through her body on the heels of
an equally intense chill. The floor was like ice beneath her knees, the air a
fragrant caress around her body, the silence a dark cloud above her head.

More nervous than she had been a few minute earlier, she
turned inward, focused on the sensation of air filling her lungs, the pounding
of her heart in her chest.

At Kyler’s demand, Elena recited the presentation she’d
performed for him every day they spent together, “Master Kyler, this submissive
presents the Master’s body for his examination and inspection. This submissive
joyously presents these breasts…” She cupped her breasts. “This vagina…” She
lowered her hands to her pussy and parted her labia. “This anus…” She reached
around and parted her ass cheeks. “And mouth for examination and inspection.”
She opened her mouth wide and waited.

What agony. What sweet agony.

Around her she heard voices, commenting on her body,
complimenting Kyler on his beautiful new submissive. At his command, she closed
her mouth and, avoiding making eye contact with any of her admirers, looked
around the room.

How many times had she secretly fantasized about a scene
like this, where she was being assessed, objectified? Touched? At Kyler’s
assent, strangers’ hands fell on her shoulders, back, stomach, head. Male and
females alike commented on her breasts, her ass, her hair.

Between her legs an aching pounding had begun, and the heat
there increased with each throb of the delicate tissues. Even if her mind
didn’t know it, her body did. This was what she’d been searching for. She’d
found her place, among Masters and Mistresses, Doms and Dommes. Slaves and
submissives. People she might never have found.

Kyler had gently and patiently led her home.

A beautiful woman, her lush body spilling from a black latex
catsuit, bent down and boldly weighed Elena’s breasts, her full red lips
pursed. “She’s just lovely, Kyler. May I?”

“Absolutely, Mistress Jasmine.”

Elena gasped, both insanely aroused by the woman’s touch and
equally shocked. But she didn’t flinch or move away. Even when she watched one
of the woman’s hands move down between her legs.

Her inner thighs tightened and Elena squeezed her eyes
closed as the woman’s fingers slipped into her slick heat, stretching her. She
could swear she was either going to ignite or pass out. She just wasn’t sure
which.

Reflexively, her vagina tightened around the woman’s
fingers, intensifying Elena’s pleasure.

What was it about becoming an object that thrilled her so
much? She was there, on her knees, her pussy full of some woman’s fingers. Her
entire body open and exposed to so many people.

She couldn’t say, but she knew this was what she needed.
That instead of making her feel empty and invisible it made her feel powerful
and beautiful. She was sad when the woman withdrew her fingers, gave Kyler yet
another compliment on his new submissive and left, and the sounds of the party
slowly resumed.

Kyler helped her to her feet. “Now we go to the dungeon.”

Elena’s knees threatened to buckle, she was so aroused and
giddy. As she walked, she felt people watching her, admiring her. It was like
nothing she’d ever experienced in her life. Past men and women, Masters and
slaves, Doms and submissives, down the wallpapered wall lined with expensive
looking artwork, to a single door, painted black.

Kyler opened the door, and they stepped into a huge,
fascinating bondage dungeon, torn from her wildest imaginings.

Over the past year, Kyler had taught her the proper terms
for the equipment—St. Andrew’s Cross, sex swing, kneeler, bench, cage. This
dungeon had several of each. The room was partitioned into eight areas, each
one containing at least a couple of pieces of furniture. At the moment, there
was a scene going on in each one. She passed one where a Domme was playing with
a submissive man. He was on his knees at the moment, being flogged. And in
another scene, a Dom seemed to be instructing onlookers on the art of rope
bondage. Kyler continued toward the back of the room, stopping in front of a
scene showcasing a man nearly as big as the bouncer outside performing electro
play on a bound beautiful blond woman.

That was one line Elena was definitely afraid to cross, but
that didn’t keep her from watching in silent fascination as the man deftly
stimulated the woman with the silver wand. The heat in her pussy inched up even
higher, and she ached to have Kyler caress that pounding throb away. Here, in
the middle of the crowd. Or there, on that sex swing. Anywhere.

“What do you feel?” Kyler whispered into her ear. He pressed
his entire length against her back. His rigid rod was pillowed against her ass.

“I’m…so hot,” she admitted, eyes riveted on the handsome Dom
who was now removing the restraints from the blonde. “I didn’t know how I’d
feel about all this. I mean, I’ve watched before. But it’s different, actually
being a part of it.”

Kyler pulled her tighter against him. “I didn’t know either,
when I came here the first time to play. I don’t think anyone does. But the
minute they walk in, they either know it’s for them or it’s not. I’ve seen it
go both ways.”

“It’s both scary and exciting at the same time. The scary
makes the exciting that much better.”

“I’ve heard other submissives say the same thing. For a Dom,
it’s a very different thing. You’re looking for the thrill you find in
relinquishing control to a Dom or Master. You want to feel powerless. We, on
the other hand, feel a great sense of responsibility for our submissives. For
their safety and pleasure.” He reached around with one hand and pinched her
nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

She sucked in a sharp gasp and arched her back, resting her
head against Kyler’s chest. It was strange when she thought about it, shocking,
that she was standing in a room full of people with nothing on, letting Kyler
tug on her nipple. But strange or not, she wouldn’t have wanted to miss this,
didn’t want it to end.

“I want you,” she murmured, rocking her hips forward and
back.

He reached between her legs, parted her labia. “Oh, sweet
thing. You’re so wet. But I won’t fuck you here. Fucking is just for us.”

She whimpered as he slid his fingers inside, hooking them so
that his knuckles rubbed against the ubersensitive front wall of her canal.

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t let you come.” The hand on
her chest moved down, his arm now circled around her torso, just under her
breasts. “Watch, baby,” he murmured in her ear. “Watch the scene.”

The big Dom had a new woman now, was tying her bent over a
kneeler, her ass high in the air, legs spread wide, her upper body supported by
the top cushion. The woman was begging him to fuck her with a dildo. Within
seconds, a breathless, inflamed Elena was echoing the woman’s pleas.

Kyler scooped up the bag of toys and gently forced her into
an empty spot against the wall. He kneed her legs apart, pinned her wrists to
the wall and kissed her. His tongue split the seam of her mouth, forced its way
in and dominated her own. His rigid thigh rubbed against her throbbing pussy,
stirring the heat in her body to obscene levels.

She’d never been so desperate to be fucked.

His sweet Elena was hot. She was ready. And Kyler was in
agony. But he refused to take her now. What he could do, however, was give her
a little relief. Later, they would take their time, make love.

Supporting her body with his knee and one arm, he bent to
rummage through the bag on the floor. His fingers brushed over the gift box
he’d hidden in it before closing around her favorite dildo. He scooped it up.
With his free hand, he fingered her slick folds.

So fucking hot and wet. A charge of desperate hunger swept
through him, nearly knocking him to his knees. And then she whimpered.

Enough of this.

He turned her around, so she was facing the wall. Her spine
arched, such a pretty sight. That beautiful, round ass was a delicious
temptation.

“Master. Please,” she whispered, her arms flattened against
the wall, her face turned to the side.

“Okay, baby.” He swept her hair over one shoulder and kissed
her eyelid, cheek, neck. There wasn’t a more beautiful woman in the world.
There wasn’t a more perfect woman for him. And tonight she would know how much
he cared about her.

He forced her feet wide apart and then, giving in to the
temptation, he thrust two fingers into her slick heat.

His head fell back. His eyelids dropped over his eyes,
shutting him into a world of swirling passion. The other people in the room
seemed to fade away, and his entire being centered on the sound of Elena’s
gasps of pleasure and little moans of wanting as he replaced his fingers with
the thick dildo.

“Oh God.”

He left the dong in place and dug into the bag again, this
time coming up with a butt plug and lube. He spread a large amount of lubricant
on the plug’s tapered end and then, warning Elena first, slid it inside her
anus.

Her knees gave out but he caught her, using his entire body
to hold her erect.

“I can’t…Master,” she murmured.

He kissed the swell of her shoulder again, his gaze focused
on the long sweeping eyelashes resting on her high cheekbones. “It won’t be
long, baby. Just let yourself come. Trust me. I’ll hold you.”

Wishing his cock was driving in and out of her sweet canal,
he fucked her slowly with the dildo. Her juices coated the surface, dripped
down the length to moisten his fingers. He could feel her body tightening, the
heat of impending climax spreading up her back. She sighed and gasped. Trembled
and whimpered. But after several agonizing minutes she didn’t come.