The Domination of Diana (12 page)

With her forehead touching the wall and hands on her head, she tried to listen to the men’s conversation. However, the overwhelming need of her cunt dominated her thoughts. Cierra couldn’t believe she was standing in a corner, like a child. She was so fuck’n hot, her cum now created a stream that dripped past her knee. How pitiful she must look.
What did those women think of her
?

During their prolonged conversation Cierra caught a few words and phrases, “trainable”, “considerable evidence of arousal”, “highly sexual”, “emotional”, “thus far compliant”, “salability”, and “retainable value”. She understood the meaning of some and not of others. Eventually Carmichael Diamond’s voice released her from her undignified position. “Miss O’Leary, you may return to our conversation.”

Cierra feigned poise, as she walked and stood in her previous place. “Thank you, Master.”

“Due to my son’s petitions, I have agreed to give you a probationary trial." Cierra exhaled as he continued, “During this probation, you will be in a constant state of training. Your primary instructors will be Master Clinton and Mistress Debbie, whom I believe you have met." She wondered by his sly smile, if he knew how well they had been introduced. Cierra felt her cheeks redden. “We deliver exemplary services here at Creation Inferno. And while most females know how to spread their legs and take a whipping, most require training to truly possess the self-control that is required of our sluts. I will receive daily updates regarding your performance. I certainly hope that you will not disappoint my son or make me regret my decision.”

Cierra’s insides tightened causing her juicy cunt to spasm. This man of absolute power, who spoke with authority, control, and superiority, was allowing her a chance. He might as well have been offering the possibility of diamonds and rubies, not pain, degradation, and humiliation. “No, Master Diamond, I will not disappoint either of you. Thank you for allowing me this opportunity.”

Carmichael Diamond dismissed Liam and Cierra. The last image of the club’s ruler was of one woman kneeling before him, while the other lowered the bodice of her evening gown, exposing the most perfect large round breasts Cierra had ever seen. She was nothing more than an insignificant memory, within seconds. The inferiority added to her desire for Liam’s cock, something she didn’t deserve.

Nevertheless, Master Liam must have been pleased by her interview. For when they returned to his office, he allowed her to suck him. His musky taste was better than she’d remembered. It contained raw power, domination, and filled her stomach as well as pride. She pleased her master and begged for more, promising to be a good lay. He just smiled and petted her flaming hair. “Not now, my pet. You have some paperwork to complete with Master Derek. He used to be a detective with the Chicago Police Department. That is why he handles all of our legal work. You won’t disappoint me, will you?”

Now sitting at his feet she purred, “No, Master, I want only to please you.”

Chapter Nine

Liam depressed the accelerator, propelling his Mercedes beyond posted speed limits. Weaving in and out of cars and trucks on the Dan Ryan Expressway, he almost wished some poor-sap patrolman would make the mistake of pulling him over. Daddy’s team of attorneys would get him out of the infraction, and more than likely assure the cop’s demotion in the process. Hell, Liam had the head of Carmichael International’s legal team on speed dial.

As the younger Master Diamond watched the unmarked car back off, and turn its lights on for another motorist, Liam grinned. Word of his invincibility was spreading. Welcome to the Jungle filled his car with the resounding bass of Guns N’ Roses, drowning out the siren he left in his dust.

This exhilaration added to the elation of his recent coup. The sports bar where he was meeting Troy was still ten minutes away. Liam used that time to reflect on Cierra’s past forty-eight hours. Although battered, abused, and undoubtedly exhausted, she’d survived. He hadn’t seen her personally since he left her with Inferno’s head of security. But, he’d followed her plight.

Apparently, she’d performed convincingly for Master Derek. He didn’t question her authenticity as she answered all of his questions and signed all the forms,
Cierra O’Leary
. Later, when Troy asked about Diana, he could honestly say, “It seems she’s gone,” because it did seem that way.

Mistress Debbie retrieved Cierra from his office, after the contracts, and explained her first assignment. It is club policy for new recruits to not speak with members; therefore, she would be gagged with a penis gag. Debbie said that Cierra promised to behave and not say anything wrong, begging for a reprieve from the gag. A few stripes with a leather whip reminded Cierra that arguing with Mistress Debbie’s decisions is strictly prohibited.

Next, she was escorted to the men’s bathroom off Club 6. Club 6, within the Inferno, is especially loud and wild. It tends to attract the more hard-core members. In the bathroom, Cierra was secured in a built in, stock-like apparatus. This secured her neck and wrists a little over three feet above the tiled floor, exposing her holes for penetration. The gag saved her mouth from cocks, but either of the other orifices were fair game. Debbie reported that when she left, Cierra’s tears and cum were dripping.

This devise is excellent for the men’s restroom. The drain in the floor allows bodily fluids to be hosed away at the conclusion of the night’s activities. The sign above Cierra’s head read:
Please help me practice my new job – fuck me!
With her eyes facing the wall, she couldn’t see her customers; she could however, hear every disparaging word, as man after man assessed her shape, tightness, wetness, and reactions. Some members opted to warm her ass with a few lashes of their belt, as prelude to their fuck session.

According to the head mistress, she’d been popular. When Clinton removed her from the contraption, a little after four in the morning, Cierra was physically unable to stand. Forced to crawl, she was hosed-down with cold water. Many patrons chose to ejaculate on her, as opposed to inside of her. Lastly, Cierra was put in a dog cage for the night, one on the ground level. For obvious reasons, the sluts preferred the top. Unfortunately, the slut above hadn’t been cleaned after her duties and dripped into the lower cage.

Four hours later, with shackles around her ankles she joined the cleaning crew. At last report, she’d been fed from a dog dish and beaten twice for incompletion of duties. Smiling, Liam knew the unfinished duties were not due to insubordination, but club policy. All females were available to males for service at all times. That meant, as a female scrubbed a floor or a toilet, a male could stop her at any time and fuck her cunt, ass, or mouth. New sluts were especially popular. With current technology involving communication, a text message could have every male delivery-man, garbage-man, or security-guard waiting in line.

Last night she’d been assigned to the stocks off Club 3. It was a milder crowd, but usually busier, especially on a weeknight. Debbie said that Cierra didn’t argue, but sobbed so violently when taken into the bathroom, she almost choked on the penis gag. Instead of sleeping in the cage, Clinton left her in the stocks all night. Morning came with an ice cold hosing and more chores.

Checking the clock on his dash, Liam assumed that soon Cierra would be cleaned and dressed for the evening crowd. Tonight she was assigned to under table duty in the poker room. That is pretty self-explanatory. His cock twitched remembering the first time he’d blown a wad in some bitch’s mouth, while simultaneously winning a nice jackpot with a full house, Aces over Jacks!

The training instructors believed that after a while of these demeaning painful duties, servicing customers in the dining room or back rooms became a privilege. Liam couldn’t argue with their results. Slaves begged to be tethered and beaten by one or two men, instead of enduring the bathroom stocks.

Liam felt bad that he’d blown off the gathering with Troy the other night. He imagined Troy sitting lonely and pathetic at the sports bar watching basketball and drowning in beer. When he took Troy to Inferno, he’d meant to introduce him to BDSM for Diana. However, the way he’d wimped out with the brunette, Nicole, showed that he didn’t have the balls for domination. Truthfully, Liam didn’t care. Diana was learning her lessons, and he and Troy could continue their friendship.

Actually, when they first met in middle school, Troy beat Liam up. It was over some stupid pre-teen dispute. Yet, somehow they developed a friendship. Troy, being larger, even protected Liam, on more than one occasion. They were both handsome and smart. They had no problems with college, but Liam was always better with the ladies.

Women like bad boys. There’s no question Liam fits that bill. Conversely, Troy falls hard for females. First, it was some slut in high school, then two at Northwestern. They’d all broken his heart. It just proved that giving your heart away never worked. Now, it seemed Diana would do the same thing. She would break Troy’s heart too.

Liam didn’t officially know that for sure. He’d asked Troy via text how Diana was doing. The answer was short:
I don’t know
. Liam reminded himself to subdue his smile during that dinner conversation.

Now that Liam discovered dear daddy Carmichael, love wasn’t something he wanted or craved. The intoxicating rush of power was more than enough!

Clinton said that Troy had been back to Inferno, which surprised Liam. Maybe the guy was stronger than he acted. But, honestly, Liam didn’t want to encourage his return. He couldn’t take the chance of Troy and Cierra’s paths crossing.

Troy sipped his beer and waited for Liam. The last text said he would be there about six-thirty. It didn’t surprise Troy that Liam was late. He’d been late more times than not, throughout their lives. Troy smiled, referencing his new knowledge, and wondered if Liam could be trained to be more punctual. That reminded him of Dr. Sells and her chastity belt.

His discussion with her the other night revealed more than all the hands on activity with Nicole. Maybe it was the combination, an amalgamation of Liam’s brutality, the erotic power over Nicole, and the dominating affection between the Terrills. The whole BDSM thing was suddenly so clear and right. If only, he could just reach Diana, he would take responsibility for his previous lack of control, and explain the change in their relationship.

Dr. Sells said that Derek was open and honest with her in the beginning. The entire initiation was frightening and painful, yet liberating and beautiful. She described a bliss that comes from giving your life over to a master you totally trust and love.

Liam always called Troy a sap -– saying he cared too much about feelings. But, Dr. Sell’s words made him think about Nicole and the other club sluts. They truly seemed satisfied with their lives, yet they didn’t have the trust or love that Dr. Sells spoke about. Actually, Nicole told him that sluts don’t have emotions. Troy asked Dr. Sells about that. Juliana explained that the club slaves had been conditioned to suppress their emotions. Everyone has emotions, but people can learn to keep them at bay.

Troy thought about that all day. The sluts were conditioned with discipline and punishment. But, how many people are conditioned by failed relationships? There are millions of people who subdue their feelings because of past experiences and rejections. Not everyone shares a bond with someone like Troy witnessed between Derek and Dr. Sells. Yet, many are satisfied with what they have. Troy longed to reach Diana soon; he knew their bond was real and isn’t willing to lose that forever.

Amusingly, the atmosphere of the sports bar now felt comparatively tame. The short shorts and tight t-shirts may as well be full-body-armor compared to the Inferno. Troy laughed at the contrast as he peered around the bar. Watching the patrons he wondered: could any of these normal couples really be master and slave?

“Hey, man, long time no see. What’s up?" Liam asked as he draped his jacket over the tall chair and took a seat.

“The biggest is Diana. I haven’t spoken to her since last Friday, hell, almost a week ago.”

“No shit?”

“You haven’t by chance heard from her, have you?" Troy didn’t expect Liam’s help, but he was grasping at straws.

“Are you kidding? We aren’t exactly BFFs." Liam smiled with satisfaction. That was a great answer and totally true. Fuck partners, master and slave, part-owner, but best friends forever – hell no!

Troy looked into the foam of his beer. “Yeah, I know. It’s just weird. I’ve talked to her work, friends, and parents. No one has heard anything. You know, I get that she was pissed at me for storming out. But, then she sent texts to make-up. I think I might call the police. It has been too long. What if something happened and she is somewhere hurting?”

Liam fought to contain his grin. Yeah, she’s hurting and she’s going to hurt a lot more. “If you want to do that, man, I think you should. But, be prepared for the worst.”

“Like she’s dead?”

“No, like she left you. And, she hasn’t contacted you because she’s done and doesn’t want the wedding thing anymore. I mean didn’t you tell me about some note you found?”

“Yeah, I found a note in her apartment. Did I tell you about that? Shit, I don’t remember what I did that night. I was so fucking out of it." Troy sipped his beer. “I’ve thought about her leaving. But so what? She decided to call off the wedding. She still would contact her folks, right?”

“Maybe she’s embarrassed. They were spending all that dough on the big day and now she’s throwing it away.”

“I didn’t think of it that way. But, we were paying for most of it. Maybe she is embarrassed." Troy settled back. He was glad Liam came to the bar. Yes, he acted like a fucking monster with Nicole, but they are friends and that won’t change. Maybe Liam has some dual personality thing. Troy can live with that, as long as he does not witness that other one again, especially not with Nicole.

They worked away from the
Diana
subject and talked about sports, the stock market, government… They knocked back a couple of beers and filled their arteries with greasy food, just like old times. The subject of Nicole or the Inferno also didn’t come-up. Liam thought it would be better to keep Troy away from there. And Troy didn’t want to say anything that would cause Nicole problems. It was clear Liam possessed a lot of power. Troy wasn’t ready to trust him. But, he did have questions.