Gail released Hilary from her bonds, saying, “You should walk around a little bit to get the blood flowing again.” He was at the phone, making arrangements for dinner. As soon as Hilary heard a reference to food, her stomach reminded her that she hadn’t eaten, and she needed to. Despite the hour (what time is it?), Hilary didn’t feel tired in the least. She didn’t feel that incredible horniness, either, not even when he walked over to Gail and gave her a wet kiss.
“Are you feeling better about this now, little moth?” he asked, with a mock-innocent smile. She nodded, unable to keep herself from beaming. “I will not be joining you for dinner, ladies,” he announced. There was a touch of frustration in his voice. “Business calls, and not everybody is in the same time zone as we are. Gail, take Miss Davis to the dining room. The two of you will have dinner there with Renée and Kim. Are you feeling chilled, Hilary?” She shook her head; if anything, she was warm. “Wonderful. Gail, she is to remain naked throughout unless she very specifically states that she feels cold.” He turned to Hilary. “This is not to provide you with an excuse for putting on your clothing. Is that clear?”
“Yes… Mas—” Hilary stopped herself from saying the word. “Sir.” She didn’t belong to him. Yet.
The four women dined amidst small chatter; Hilary felt a little left out, since everybody else knew each other. She gathered that Renée’s husband was away on business, while Kim was single and not seeing anybody else, and that Gail’s only romantic involvement was with him. The meal was excellent; Kim explained that he provided her with base recipes and that he urged her to feel free to experiment. “That’s the way it works if you’re assigned to the kitchen,” Renée said, and Gail agreed. They’d each taken turns in his kitchen, which surprised Hilary a little. “You’ll get your chance to play chef if you decide to stay with him, but only if you want to,” was Gail’s comment. Strangely, she didn’t feel funny about being naked amongst these women. None of them seemed to pay it any mind. Hilary figured it out about halfway through the meal. Each of these women had gone through something similar for their… initiation. That realization allowed her to work up enough nerve to say something of her own. Hilary looked at Gail and said, “Ummm… can I ask you—each of you—a question?”
They all smiled back at her, putting her a little more at ease, and Gail lightly said, “What do you want to know?”
“Well… how did you wind up… here? And how long have you been with… him?”
The other three women exchanged knowing glances, smiles brought on by happy memories touching each face. “Since I’m your trainer, I’ll answer first, but all of us will be happy to answer you. I met Master at a function sponsored by my station. He was with a woman, as he always seems to be. I watched him in fascination throughout the first hour, trying to figure out who he was, and why this woman was with him. She didn’t look like the model/gold digger type you usually see with men of wealth and power. I tried to find out why he was at this movers-and-shakers party. I found that he owned a piece of the station from one of the station managers. That was easy to find out. But there was something about him that made me more curious than ever about how he got rich, and why this particular woman was his. I kept watching him, but I couldn’t figure out how to approach him directly.”
“He saved me the trouble,” Gail giggled. “Out of the blue, he came over to me and asked me what I wanted to know about him. After I’d finished giving him the investigative reporter questions, which he answered very politely and patiently, he noted that I was avoiding asking him anything personal, and asked me what I was afraid of. Instead of being pissed off at his arrogance, like I normally would have been, I was speechless, and felt very—small. I also realized that he was right. He handed me his card, and gave me a week to think it over. Kind of like you. I spent my three days here, learned that I was bisexual, and really loved being hypnotized. I’ve been with him for three years now.”
Renée spoke up almost immediately after Gail finished. “I’ve belonged to him for almost five years, and met my husband because of him. He sort of picked me up in a bar. I was hanging out, trying to get laid. I’m a big, lusty girl, always have been, but my size has always worked against me. In a nightclub or a bar, I didn’t start getting any attention until it was “desperation time” for the guys. He walked in with a date, and I got wet when I saw him. So did a few other girls in the place. They flirted, and some of them were out-and-out bold, but he sort of blew them off. I figured that I didn’t have a chance, and just sat at the bar, waiting for desperation time.”
“He approached me after a while and asked if I’d like to go home with him. I forgot about desperation time, his date, and everything. Of course I said yes, without any thought in my head other than ‘god I want to fuck you!’ He could have been some weirdo, but I didn’t care. When his date left with us, I still didn’t care. I felt like fat Cinderella, and I was actually going to get the prince. He dropped off his date at her place, and by the next morning, I’d been sexed to heaven several times. That’s when he made me the three-day offer, and I jumped at it. Laura was my guide, and I found out that I was not just desperation time pussy. He taught me about the smoking thing, and over time and several BDSM events, I was a submissive at first, then found out I was a domme at heart. I started going to BDSM events as Mistress Renée with him, then I struck out on my own. I met lots of guys dying to give me as much sex as I wanted, in any way I wanted, all as my slaves. My husband-to-be was a guy who adored the cigarette holder mistress thing and begged me for a date before begging for sex like most of my other slaves. I was so flattered, and he’s been wonderful, but I will always serve Master.”
When it was obvious that Renée was finished, Hilary looked expectantly at Kim. She looked at the floor. “Come now, Kim,” Gail coaxed. “I know you’re the shy one, but Hilary deserves an answer.”
“Well, ummm… I was in an abusive relationship. My ex-boyfriend took advantage of my poor self-image, and he had me wrapped around his finger. Master had seen us in public… during one of our… episodes, and tracked me down the next night. He took me away from my old life, not giving me any choice. It was the right thing to do.”
After the meal, they all cleared the table and helped clean the kitchen. Hilary marveled at the restaurant-quality appliances and the spacious (and obviously well thought out) layout. “A place like this makes you want to cook,” she said, only half to herself, and immediately got agreement from the other women.
“He’s very particular, and really does demand the highest quality in everything… including his women,” Gail said. “You should feel flattered by his attention. He usually likes his women a little older than 21. You’d definitely be the youngest—” She paused a moment. “—Of our group. He sees something special in you for your age.” The women moved from the kitchen to the sitting room, and Gail indicated a seat for Hilary. The other three women sat across from her. This was examination time, she thought, and waited for the questions.
“Master has selected me to be your guide for this journey,” Gail began. “Renée is going to be my assistant for when I am not here. I begin my workday at three in the afternoon, and usually go until eleven.” She smiled, putting Hilary a little more at ease. “I get to ask you questions, but more importantly for you, I get to answer some of yours. The only rule is that you have to ask me first, or Renée, if I am not here. The only exception to that is if Master asks you if you have any questions for him.”
“Does that mean if I have a question for Renée or Kim—“
“You have to ask me first. Then it is up to them to decide if they wish to answer.”
At that point, Renée put a cigarette into a holder and lit it. Hilary swallowed her question, then turned to Gail. “Why does she smoke with a holder?”
“Very good,” Gail smiled. “I realize this is awkward, but it’s to see how well you can voluntarily follow instructions. As for the answer, Renée, if you would?”
“I do it because he likes it. It turns him on, and that makes me feel sexy. So, smoking with a holder makes me feel sexy because I fantasize—” Renée sighed as she caressed herself. “—About him watching me.” Hilary nodded, and knew what she meant about feeling sexy, because Renée projected her feelings very well. “That’s one of the things he likes about me, that I can be sexy in spite of my size,” she continued. “Master says that everybody can see it when I’m doing this.”
Hilary wanted to ask about the size thing, because Kim and Renée and the woman at fetish night who had introduced her to him were not slender, but varying degrees of round. She didn’t want to offend Kim or Renée, so she kept quiet about that, instead choosing to ask Gail, “Why am I here for three days?”
“You are here to discover your limits and boundaries, and find the directions in which you are capable of moving.” Hilary asked her to explain what that meant. “Sexually speaking, each of us has absolute limits to what we will and will not do. However, we tend to keep inside a certain set of boundaries that are well within these limits, because it is a comfort zone. He’s going to test your limits. He’s going to make you push your boundaries in whatever direction you see fit, until that gap between limit and boundary is almost non-existent.”
“Why?”
Gail began, “Because—”, but Kim interrupted her.
Speaking in a shy, slightly deep, yet sweet voice, “Master wants to be your ideal man. He wants you to discover yourself, and the depths of your sexuality. There is nothing Master would not do for any of us, sexually speaking. And we reciprocate as best we can.”
“And that’s true even if it doesn’t involve him,” Renée added. “I am a domme by nature. Of course, I didn’t know this until I met Master. I was the fat chick who took what she could get. By the time Master finished with me, I realized that I was—more desirable than that. I soon discovered that I wanted a little more control in things. He gave me the self-confidence to realize that I could get it. My husband’s a submissive. I met him with Master’s encouragement, and our lifestyle likes and dislikes are very much sympathetic; my marriage is wonderful. Nonetheless, Master is the only man I serve, or care to serve again. The thrill of being cared for so completely is what keeps me coming back.” She grinned and giggled, “Along with his formidable sexual skills. Not even my husband knows my body like Master.”
“So does that mean that I’ll become a domme? I thought I wanted to be a sub,” Hilary asked no one in particular, sounding confused.
Gail replied, “I can’t answer that question. Only you can, and I suspect you’ll know—”
“—By the end of the weekend.” His voice had a similar effect on each of the women. Hilary felt it, she could see it in their faces and body language. Devotion. She quickly looked at herself, and realized that whatever they were feeling, she wasn’t there. “Little moth, it is time we returned downstairs to the dungeon. Renée, you will come with us. Kim, please bring an evening kit downstairs before you retire for the evening.” Hilary spun to look at Gail, who had a disappointed smile on her face. I thought she was my guide? “Goodnight, Gail. See you tomorrow night?”
She stood and kissed him. “Yes, Master.” He whispered something in her ear; her face took on that hypnotized look for a few seconds as he continued to whisper in her ear. Suddenly, they kissed again, and Gail was back to normal. She smiled and said, “I should be here by a little after midnight, unless there’s something hot in the newsroom. Good night, Miss Davis. I will see you tomorrow.” She gave Renée a sisterly kiss, and then gave Kim a hot, wet kiss, fondling the other woman’s breast. They both sighed, looked at each other wistfully, then Gail turned to leave. Kim followed, ostensibly to see her out.
Noticing Hilary’s tactless gape, he said, “Several of our little group have formed bonds between each other that go beyond friendship.” She wanted to ask him, “Is this expected or do you program me or hypnotize me or what?”, but he turned and walked away, giving Renée’s ample fanny a squeeze as he passed her.
She looked at Hilary and extended her hand, indicating that she should come along. Hilary’s thought-fogging lust had been sated. Now she was just confused. The only certain thing was that he was going to do more to her than any boyfriend, and she might just go beyond any fantasy she’d had to this point. Renée reached out and gently touched her to get her moving, and she found herself shiver at Renée’s touch. She didn’t know whether it was one of anticipation or revulsion, but she was definitely hoping for the former. “What’s an evening kit?” she hesitantly asked Renée.
“A robe, towels, toothbrush, wash and hand lotions. There’s a bath and a half in the dungeon, along with some really comfortable couches and a bed,” was the reply. “This means that you’ll be spending the night downstairs.”
“Does everybody? I mean, when you did, did he—?”
“For me, I wound up down there all night, but I slept most of the time,” Renée said. “He and Lynn made me cum so hard that I passed out—repeatedly. It was like my body kept blowing a fuse and shutting me down. I’d never really had anybody pay attention to what made me feel good before. I don’t pass out any more.” She grinned with a wicked expression on her face.
Hilary felt a pleasant shiver at the thought of that much sexual pleasure. “Did it take all weekend?”
“Oh, the first sex, that first night was magic.” Her eyes grew distant. “The discovery—took the rest of the weekend.”
Hilary wanted to ask for details of what was going to happen, but his voice summoned them both. There wasn’t any time left for her questions. She would be finding out immediately. When she walked back into the dungeon, she wasn’t surprised to find him standing next to a piece of equipment that looked—scary. “This is a spreader assembly, Miss Davis. It is designed to provide Renée and I with access to your entire body while you are restrained. The only part of your skin that we will not have access to is the part that is covered by the restraints keeping you in place.” He smiled, and held out his hand. “If you would be so kind as to step into the restraints…”
She had a choice. She could freak out and refuse. If she did that, game over, no chance of being one of his slave girls. Hilary took a deep breath. This is all about limits and boundaries, she told herself. I’m only twenty-one. I have no ideas about my limits and boundaries. “Of course you have an idea of what you are willing to do and what you aren’t,” he said, reading her mind again. “We’re going to find out just how accurate those preconceived notions of yours are.” He opened one case and set it in front of her. She swallowed loudly at the sight; dildos of various shapes and sizes sat neatly inside. She was positive that some of them would split her in two. Hilary forced her rising panic down. She was a little surprised to find that she wasn’t really frightened, just apprehensive. The second case made her even more nervous. Whips. Renée positively drooled. “Miss Davis?” he said, without a trace of impatience. Hilary got the definite feeling that he and Renée would wait all weekend if that’s how long it took. She also figured that she’d never get to be his at that rate.
She stepped into the spreader apparatus, and watched Renée fasten her ankles and wrists. The fat chick had a big smile on her face. “My husband just loves it when we play with ours.” Hilary watched as her arms and legs were extended. He hadn’t exaggerated a bit; she was totally exposed.
“Now my little moth, the game begins in earnest,” he said. “The pleasure you felt earlier this evening was very real, and you will feel it again.” That statement made her wet. “However, we are going to discover which pathways you may take to that ecstasy, and how those pathways may affect the intensity of your ecstasy.”
“You mean—I mean, Renée, he can make me cum harder than I did before?” Hilary rasped. The heat was rising again, as his words and her situation began to take effect.
“Oh, yes, Hilary… He will take you places you’ve never been before,” Renée whispered in reply, and she began to teasingly stroke Hilary’s breasts. The spell had begun, and Hilary welcomed it, surrendering herself to the sensual current flowing through the room. She wanted to let it wash her away, taking it wherever it would, ultimately to drown in it. His smile aroused her more than his presence. Anything… oh, anything… for you…
“Explore her, Renée.” Hilary didn’t care that the domme’s hands were now roaming her body freely. It was at his command. She was pleasing him by being bound and spread and stroked and touched by another woman—Hilary giggled as Renée’s touch tickled her. She wiggled as much as she could, laughing as Renée continued. “Miss Davis, are you being tickled?” She laughed yes. “Miss Davis, is this pleasing to you?” She gasped for air, unable to answer; it was beginning to get uncomfortable. Her wiggling became a struggle against the spreader apparatus. “Renée, stop.” Hilary wheezed loudly, drawing air against the just-terminated convulsions.
The heat was gone. She continued to gasp; this was not fun. This was not sexy. What was going on? She gathered enough strength to look up at him, finding a clinical, evaluating gaze. He simply nodded, then smiled, “Renée…” She stepped in front of Hilary’s vision, a smile on her face. Renée’s hand reached for her neck and caressed, then stroked her ear, her face, her throat… it felt nice. The domme’s hand roamed Hilary’s upper body, causing the girl to sigh and close her eyes again. The tickling torment had been summarily forgotten.
Hilary gasped again. Renée’s other hand slid between her legs. Her mind didn’t know whether to try to escape the contact, or to inspire more. Renée’s tongue met her left nipple and Hilary’s back arched. He didn’t seem to be affected in the least by the display, but Hilary’s body was enjoying the sensations. Renée’s gentle probing became more insistent and Hilary recognized the sensation as arousal. “Ohhh…” She wanted to get away from this. Renée was the one making her horny, not him. She was supposed to be his. But the domme’s hand was very good, and Hilary began to pump counter to the stroking.
“You are going to be mine, Hilary,” he whispered. “Only if your discoveries this weekend lead you to that conclusion.” The heat flashed through her, but died just as abruptly when he walked away from her. Renée’s continuing attentions were inspiring a different heat. Hilary was no longer damp; she was wet, responding to a woman’s touch. How did this happen? She was aching for the touch of a woman she would have made fun of less than a day ago. Her hips begged for more, obeying her body’s plaint as her mind raced, fighting against it.
“Oh, Miss Davis,” Renée purred as she stopped her manipulations, “Why don’t you just admit it?” Hilary groaned in frustration and her body moved, seeking the domme’s touch. “I know how to turn your body on. I know where to touch you to make you feel good. Let your mind go along with it… Don’t fight me… I like playing with girls, too. I know what we like.” Hilary opened her eyes, but everything was out-of-focus. “Let me release you from this artificial boundary,” the domme seductively continued, along with her manual attention. This time, Hilary’s groan was one of pleasure. “Give in to your body’s want… its desire… let me show you this way to ecstasy.” Hilary tried to beg Renée to take her, but bound as she was, she could not make her body talk. “All you have to do is to say ‘yes,’ Miss Davis.”
“Yes,” Hilary squeaked, fighting against tears. Any more teasing and she’d die; she wanted to explode, to accept all that the domme promised her. A sudden feeling of penetration destroyed any strength in her legs, and the world was suddenly all odd angles. There was flesh inside her and rubbing against her and… “Uh! Hngh!! Ohh-ohhhhhhh!!!!” She began to orgasm, spewing nonsense from a place she’d never known existed, her body twisting against its restraints, Renée’s expert touch sending her to glory. And then it was over. She was sweating, shaking, and having little tiny aftershocks that wouldn’t let her go. Renée kissed her. Hilary kissed back, unable to stop any of her spontaneous emotions or actions. Ohh god I’m gay ohgodogodogod and I like it… Oh shit… I’m going gay. She closed her eyes, kissing harder, stopping for air and kissing again, wanting to touch and stopping for air and kissing again and wanting to be touched and kissing again…
A new taste filled her mouth, causing her to open her eyes in shock. It was him, and the heat flared anew. She kissed like she had never done before, trying to transmit her need, her want, her desire for him. Hilary heard the sounds of pants being hastily removed and she went crazy, the scent of him filling her nostrils, the sense of him filling her soul. She heard a gurgle, and lost her preoccupation long enough to see Renée on her knees again, making him hard with a frenzy of her own. Jealousy flooded the bound girl, but his tongue and mouth worked their magic on her mouth and neck and breasts and ear, and Renée quickly faded to insignificance. “Please,” she half-sobbed, half-gasped. “Take me!” The heat was urgent, the moment electric… Suddenly, Hilary felt something new… something different. Something cool and slick and all around her sex. She looked down to see Renée working on both of them, Hilary and him. Her hands glistened, and she stroked them both, easily, quickly, purposefully. His length glistened, making Hilary painfully aware that she was empty. She moaned, expressing her body’s protest.
Renée was now loving each of them with her mouth, alternating between Hilary and him, and the stray thought that the domme had both their essences on her tongue turned Hilary into a five-alarm blaze. Somebody fuck me!!! Now she didn’t care who it was. If Renée grew a dick, Hilary would have ridden it for all she was worth. Renée began to devote all of her attention to Hilary; the pauses went away. She was being lapped and sucked and licked and sucked… She managed to focus long enough to see him kneel behind Renée. For some odd reason, she giggled at her thought of the image the three of them presented, but Renée cut it short with an electrifying, slow, long lick from her parted legs to her--! Hilary bucked against the restraints, the world returning to focus in seconds, her attention drawn to the people in front of her. He was so hard, kneeling behind Renée, poised to enter! Then he looked up at Hilary and smiled. “Watch,” was all he said.
Hilary gasped. The man of her dreams was pushing into Renée’s ass! The domme responded with, “Awwwwwwwwoooooooahhhhhhh,” a moan that described an intensely pleasurable feeling. Renée’s eyes were rolling around the same way Gail’s had and she was humping, wide hips rolling as well. Hilary could tell that this felt good the to fat woman, and couldn’t believe it. She always thought it would be a painful act. It was just something a woman did for a man, and only if she wanted to. There was no pleasure in anal sex for women.
Renée had abandoned her now-feeble attempts at doing something with her, sexual pleasure marking her face. She was responding to his every move as he thrust slowly at her, a satisfied smile on his face, a look she recognized from her ex-boyfriend when they made love. She watched in fascination, this “dirty” act, one she’d never thought she’d see, let alone live, scant feet away from her. And the two people involved were obviously taking full pleasure of it. Renée whimpered, moaned, panted and gasped, with an occasional brush of her hair against Hilary’s inner thighs. “Ohhhh, Massss-terrr… Mass-terrr… Master,” Renée repeated, her voice increasing in pitch, until finally she moaned, “Ohhh gawwwdddd, I’m coming… A-gainnn…”
Hilary couldn’t believe that this could cause an orgasm! Her fascination with everything continued when he started to pant, “Oh… Renée… Oh… my pet… Ohhh… ohhhh… ohhh…” Now his eyes were rolling around, and Renée’s body seemed to work on coaxing his building orgasm. He grunted, then sighed, pushing himself as deeply into Renée as he could, slowly pulling out, thrusting deeply again, his body quivering, face twisted in his own release. This is so depraved!!! Why am I watching?? Why do I want to watch?
“Ohhh… pet… Renée… my sweet… ohhhh…” He repeated his panting endearments for several minutes as Renée lie there, panting as well. She turned to face him and they kissed. Hilary felt heat, but not that heat. She was fascinated by the just-concluded explosion of passion. Hilary did not feel jealous. Just curious. The two of them finally stood up, and they each gave Hilary a short, wet kiss before disappearing. They returned a few minutes later, and Renée unfastened Hilary. She looked like she’d had yet another orgasm, and her sultry, satisfied smile made Hilary extremely jealous. She stretched, feeling a little stiff and sore.
“Come, sit with us, Miss Davis,” he said. Her heart quickened. Renée was lighting another cigarette in her holder, that self-satisfied smile still firmly in place, radiating confidence. He linked his arm with her free one, and indicated that Hilary should sit on the opposite side—of her. More disappointment—and frustration. “I hope we didn’t leave you up there too long. Are you feeling all right? We got a little—carried away,” he grinned. Was that contrition she saw? It was so cute! “I promise that we will explain more tomorrow. However, Renée is such the sexual wonder—” The domme pursed her lips at him. “—That she’s quite irresistible.”
Renée just sat there, radiating sexuality and confidence, obviously pleased at his pronouncement. What chance did Hilary have? How could she compete with a television anchor, a woman who loved anal sex and someone who could cook like Kim? What was so special about Diane? Would she wind up being a servant, just to be in his presence? “Hello—Miss Davis? Please rejoin us. I assure you that any fears you may be having are unfounded. About anything,” he stated. He stood, walked over to her and reached out his hand. “Take my hand, Miss Davis. We shall sleep together this evening, you and I. Renée, dearest, you may rejoin us tomorrow morning.” A small thrill went through her at those words. She would finally be alone with him.