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* * * *
Nothing Like The Sun
By L.Corvidae
Chapter Fifteen: Amok Time
Part One
After that night, things began to change. Most notably, i was allowed,
encouraged, to spend time in the middle part of the house, away from the
dungeon. Largely this was so i could clean and vacuum Her living room, take
care of the cat, and prepare meals for Mistress. i didn't really know how to
cook, but, as i'd proved to Mistress on several occasions, i could follow
directions; and soon the kitchen counter was covered in newly-purchased
cookbooks. In fact, once i'd prepared a meal two or three times i'd feel
confident enough to improvise a little, and as the weeks passed my culinary
skills showed dramatic improvement.
The upstairs was still verboten, however, and we had yet to truly make love
with one another; but all in all it was a happy period in our lives.
i stayed over most nights, sleeping on the sofa sleeper in Her dungeon den;
with usually just an ankle chained to the leg of the bed as a token of my
enslaved status. In fact, Her den - the part of the dungeon She had once
described as exclusively "Hers" - was rapidly becoming a second apartment for
me, with my own residence serving as little more than a place to shower and
store my things. There was some tension over that. i didn't like having to
hang my clothes over the door to the wardrobe where She kept Her "Domme
outfits" and She began to show signs of resenting the loss of Her inner
sanctum. Yet at the same time, She grew steadily more and more unhappy each
time i had to go back to my apartment for whatever reason.
Lindsey was NOT happy about my going back to Mistress, and we didn't see
much of her socially. Instead we mostly did things like any other young couple:
movies, concerts, long walks in the park, long walks through the woods behind
Her house. Spring was moving along nicely and there was a great deal of rain
during those weeks, but Mistress enjoyed that. One of Her favorite things was
to go to the edge of the lake in the middle of a thunderstorm and watch the
skies overhead roil and flare.
The invitation came in the mail a little under three weeks after the night
She had been "my slave." It came in a large, bulk envelope, though the
invitation proper was in a delicate little one inside. The script on the card
was gothic in style and read:
The Delta Of Venus
Society
cordially
invites,
Mistress
Catherine K-
(and any attendant
submissives)
to their third
triennial
GALA
(Grand Domme, Mistress Elizabeth B- of
Detroit, MI.)
There was more; it was to be held a week from that Saturday, at a convention
center north of where we were. The rest of the larger envelope was crammed with
thick, legal-looking forms.
Mistress sat on the couch in Her living room, with me at Her feet, reading
the invitation over and over before curiosity finally got the better of me and
i asked about it. She handed me the card without saying a word, and seeing it
for myself only filled me with that many more questions. Still, i held my
tongue and eventually, after we'd finished the dinner i'd prepared for Her that
evening, She led me back to the living room and after gathering Her thoughts
over coffee, finally began to explain.
"Ummm, I don't really know where to begin," She began, "you DO know what
the 'Delta of Venus' is, don't you?"
"Ah, a constellation?" i asked. She laughed merrily, then took my hand and
guided it to the correct answer. i blushed deeply and looked away.
She sighed, but it was a bemused, contented sigh. "Okay, I guess the best
way to explain would be to give you the history. See, about seven years ago
this guy upstate, he built one of those theme restaurants, you know - the
medieval kind? Suits of armor and faux stone walls? Torches on the walls, all
that sort of tripe.
"I guess the Midwest just wasn't ready for that sort of thing, or maybe he
should have built it a little closer to a major city, whatever the reason, the
place was failing miserably. The only steady customers he had were either the
SCA types, or the goths. Of course, the irony was that while they were a pretty
loyal bunch, they tended to scare away the 'straights,' you know? The 'normal,'
'decent' family crowd.
"Anyway, there are a lot of us Dommes into either the gothic scene or SCA,
or both, so it kind of became a hangout for those of us in the surrounding
areas. Even so, the owner realized he couldn't make a go of it after about six
months, so a group of us decided that it would be a pretty cool place to have
all to ourselves. We were all professionals, financially well off, and we
formed The Delta Of Venus Society as a consortium to buy the place and run it
as our own little clubhouse.
"Initially it was a Femdom exclusive sort of club, hence the name, and once
we'd finalized the deal, we threw a huge bash at the place to celebrate. I
mean, this was not your typical munch - if there be such an animal - we really
went all out and drenched the thing in fantasy and melodrama. Really camped it
up." She smiled softly at the memory.
She seemed to lose Herself in the past, and after waiting for a moment, i
asked, "So, why is this one being held in the convention center?"
She sighed. "Well, it turned out to be more work keeping that place up than
we had anticipated. The taxes alone ate us alive, so eventually we sold out
too; and the new owners demolished the restaurant and put up a Day's Inn or
something.
"The point is that initial party really stayed in people's minds, and
everyone began asking when we were going to put on something like that again,
so we sort of began to develop the idea of The Gala."
"Why triennial, Mistress?"
She grinned at me. "Why michael, don't you know anything? It's to honor the
sacred trinity: The Mother, The Daughter, and The Holy Gynous."
i looked at Her blankly and She broke into laughter.
"God! You really DON'T know anything, do you michael?"
All i could do was shrug. She kept laughing.
After She'd calmed down a little, She explained the Holy Trinity as it was
more usually understood by the Catholic Church. To be fair, i HAD explained to
Her several times before that my parents had more or less let me grow up
without any sort of religious indoctrination; which explained my woeful
ignorance on that particular point.
When She had completely regained control of Herself, She explained,
"Honestly, I don't really remember anymore why every three years. It IS a huge
pain in the ass to put on, a hell of a drain on the Grand Domme in terms of
time and money. I think we picked three because of 'Delta,' as in triangle,
having three sides and all."
"Um, that was something else i was meaning to ask..." i hemmed.
"About the Grand Domme?" She asked. i nodded. "Okay. The Grand Domme is the
woman selected right after The Gala to be the... host, if you will, for the
next one. Like I said, it's an enormous undertaking, and part of it is that, in
going along with the heavy fantasy involved, The Grand Domme sort of gets to be
Queen for a day. Technically, ALL the slaves at The Gala 'belong' to her, and
even the other Dommes are subject to her whims."
"They go along with that?"
"Well, the idea was that if somebody was being an asshole our just doing
something to bring people down, The Grand Domme could either punish them, or
they'd be shown the door. You might find it hard to believe," She said
teasingly, "but there are a LOT of Dommes out there that are major divas!
"And there are a lot of Dommes, too, who enjoy switching every now and then,
but don't usually get to."
She winked at me, but i wasn't so much thinking about what had happened
between us. Rather, my mind went to Laura, the sub who'd 'turned' Domme.
She held up the thick ream of forms that had accompanied the invitation,
displaying them to me. i saw the words "Waiver Of Liability" written large
across the top of the first page.
"As you can see, we have our fair share of lawyers in the society, too!" She
giggled.
Her merriment died away shortly after that. She sat quietly, staring at the
forms, looking a million miles away.
"Do You not want to go, Mistress?" i asked.
She let out a deep breath. "I don't know, michael. It... I wouldn't want you
getting the idea that this is the way we behave when we usually get
together..."
"That's not it," i said gently, but insistently.
"No," She said sadly, "you're right. I AM concerned he might show up. I... I
met him at the last one, you know. When I was..." She trailed off. i didn't
want to push Her, so i kept my questions to myself.
Her hands began to shake. Her face scrunched up in a look of intense
ferocity. i took Her hand in mine, tried to clam Her down.
"Fuck him!" She spat. "God I HATE him for making me feel this way!"
"That mean we're going, Mistress?" i asked, smiling gamely.
She looked up at me, fiery and proud. She returned my smile and brushed away
a stray lock of my hair from my face.
"You bet your ass we are!"
* * * *
i hadn't appreciated just how used to my nakedness i'd become, until i had
to be naked in front of hundreds of strangers.
The Gala only lasted from Saturday afternoon through the early hours of
Sunday morning; but a lot of people attending, including Mistress, booked rooms
at the Hilton, which connected to the convention center by a skywalk, for the
entire weekend.
The convention center itself had been made using a lot of glass, and the
organizers had painstakingly covered the rows upon rows of windows with black
sheets. The local Fire Marshal had forbidden the use of real candles, so the
place was lit up with fake, electric ones that still managed to flicker and
cast everything in an eerie, hellish glow.
To catalogue the variety of subs and Dommes i saw that day would be
impossible. Dress was whatever you did - or often didn't - feel like. While
flesh, and lots of it, was a common theme among the subs; saying that the subs
were "largely in the nude" would be an injustice to the myriad of jewelry,
tattoos, collars, straps and other devices one saw wherever one looked. The
Dommes, despite being fewer in number, were even more diverse and outrageous.
Some paraded around in little more than a pair of sandals; exuding power
from their pride in their bodies. i saw a Domme at the other end of the
spectrum completely covered from head to foot. She had on a nun's habit, with a
veil hanging down from the wimple.
Mistress and i were fairly "middle of the road." She had on a short, black
leather skirt, a black silk blouse, "biker" jacket, Her worn out high tops and
a pair of mirrorshades. For my part, i had my old, pink dog collar and Mistress
had decked out all my piercings in new rings. The nipple rings had little
jungle bells on them, so i sounded like a catnip ball when i moved, and She'd
attached a leash to the thick ring set in my guiche.
Actually, i'd asked if i could perhaps wear my chastity belt for the
occasion, but She laughed at me and said, "Oh no michael! you had your chance
at that! Besides," She purred, taking my penis in Her hand, "I intend to
finally get some use out of this little thing! It'll be the perfect barometer
for what turns you on and what scares the shit out of you!"
The convention center was a rat's nest of passages and rooms; some were
small and cozy while others stretched out like airplane hangers. Somewhere
there was a giant auditorium where tractor pulls and wrestling matches were
usually held. On this day it would be used for several "pony" races, a "dog
show," and a few other "entertainments."
We wandered from room to room. Each one had a theme. Some, like the "public
restroom" involved a specific act, while others, like the "medieval room" were
about more generalized fantasies. We'd go into a room, look around at what was
being done to whom, and Mistress would examine my reactions carefully. i could
tell She was filling up a mental notepad with an enormous "to do" list.
We were passing through the "Persian room" when a voice called out Mistress'
name and She turned and cried happily, "Caresse!"
As Mistress spun around, She nearly yanked the ring from my lower regions.
Goddess Caresse, as she preferred to be addressed, was a an attractive woman a
few years older than Mistress, and a few inches taller, too. She had a mane of
jet black hair and spoke with a vaguely foreign accent. For the occasion she
had on a tight fitting leather dress.
The two women embraced. Behind Caresse, and looking for all the word like a
bizarre clone of his mistress, was her slave. If it weren't for the fact that
the corselette he had on stopped just below his chest, i'd have been hard
pressed to guess his gender.
"Caresse," Mistress said, tugging me forward, "this is michael."
Caresse inspected me thoroughly and silently. Her eyes lingered on my penis
for an uncomfortably long time.
"Not quiet your usual type, eh chéri?"
my face turned red with embarrassment. i began to gaze at the floor.
"I think I like him better," Caresse finished, causing me to look up in
happy surprise.
Mistress slipped an arm around me waist. "Me too!"
There was an unoccupied couch or sofa or some such thing, festooned with big
tasseled pillows in one corner of the room and the two Dommes moved towards it.
Suddenly a pair of hands covered my eyes and a familiar feminine voice shouted
"Boo!" in my ear. Before i could even say anything, Lindsey'd spun me around
and thrown her arms around me, planting a friendly, very friendly, kiss on my
lips.
Mistress hadn't been paying attention, and the leash jerked again, causing
me to yelp. Mistress turned to see what the holdup was, saw Lindsey, and the
two women coolly eyed one another for a moment. Goddess Caresse looked pretty
curious as to why a strange woman was hanging on Mistress' slave so boldly; but
Mistress just walked back to us and gently laid the end of my lead in my hand.
"We'll be just over there when you're done talking with your friend," She
said. She kissed me on the cheek, but Her eyes never broke from Lindsey's gaze.
"Thanks a lot," i said once Mistress was out of earshot.
"Sorry," she said, sounding sincere. "I just saw you and wanted to say
'howdy.'"
i took a good look at her. Actually, she was dressed a lot like Mistress
usually was: black jeans and T-shirt. She had a chain connecting the ring in
her nostril to one of the hoops in her ear, and her hair was...
"Your hair is purple," i said.
She laughed, but she blushed as well. "Yeah, well, I just... oh hell, I
don't know what I was thinking!" she admitted.
"I didn't even know if you'd be here," she continued.
"Which brings me to my next question..." i said.
"Haven't you been to the piercing room yet?" i shook my head no. "Well,
Mandy and her brother are in there, y'know, giving out free piercings to subs
and stuff. Actually Mike... his name is Mike, too, he's doing the all the
needle work while Mandy sort of plays Mr. Wizard to the crowd and explains
everything, y'know? Stuff about gauges and healing times and all that stuff."
i nodded my head.
"Well, I should probably let you get back to her," the temperature seemed to
drop when she said "her."
"I really didn't mean to get you in trouble! Please don't let that bitch..."
"Lindsey..."
"Sorry, Michael. Just don't let her... hurt you, because of me, please?"
"i won't."
She smiled. "Good." She gave me another quick, defiant kiss and then turned
and bolted out of the room.
i returned to Mistress. Caresse's sub got to sit on the sofa, curled up next
to his Goddess; but i was ordered to kneel next to Mistress on the floor after
handing Her back the leash.
They talked for a while and then were joined by a third Domme, whose female
salve was entered into the "dog show" later on, and seemed determined to play
the part to the hilt.
In fact, the "bitch" was an astonishingly beautiful young brunette, and i
could not conceal my admiration for her looks, which caused Mistress to send me
over on my hands and knees to "greet" the "new dog." We had to circle each
other and sniff the other's ass. Hers smelled like baby powder; mine didn't,
but at least it was clean.
i returned to my kneeling position at Mistress' side while the new Domme sat
at the far end of the sofa. She produced a small rubber ball with a little bell
inside it, then tossed it to her "doggy" who yipped and pounced and played with
it like the genuine article, her shapely ass waggling ecstatically the whole
time. i began to get very hot watching her play; and whenever she saw me
looking at her, she'd get a mirthful look in her eye, growl, take the ball in
her teeth and shake it violently.
i was only vaguely aware of what the Dommes were talking about. Apparently,
the Grand Domme of the Gala had stirred up some controversy by inviting some
male "masters" - gay and straight - to the event.
As i sat there on my knees i began to feel relaxed, at ease with my
surroundings. It was a good feeling and it began to lull my mind into
wandering.
Because of my daydreaming, i didn't notice the conversation die out
suddenly. It was only when a shadow fell across me that i looked up and
suddenly could feel the tension in the air.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I've noticed that when we play games with girls,
you get captured a lot."
Calvin
"Some of us are just irresistable."
Hobbes
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