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Titus stepped away from her arm, circled around her until he faced her again, her eyes locked in his, her mouth half opened, her breath quick and shallow. He saw her hands squeeze, her fingers twitch as she tried to keep herself calm. As he let his eyes glide over her body, he detected the signs of her answer. A soft turn of her hips showed him a glimmering sheen of her juices on her inner thighs, her nipples grown hard, at full peak, her eyes sparkled with held back desire, just waiting for that moment to be released. The right word, the right kiss, the right look, the key to that moment.

“Accept my terms or send me off.” He demanded.

Titus saw her clenched fists, her panting breaths and surely her racing heart and heaving breasts. She saw it in his eyes, “He knows, he knows my struggle”

“Accept my terms or send me off.” His words echoed in her head with authority.

“As if!” Brandy’s mind screamed.

The vibrations from the egg was causing her body to scream for release.

She found her voice, “I… Accept…” Brandy conceded breathlessly, already under his hypnotic spell of want.

Her voice trembled, her eyes glazed over as she answered him. He saw her pull her last bit of willpower together to keep standing as the vibrations of the egg pulsed through her frame, sending shockwaves of pleasure into every muscle and vein in her body.

Slowly he started to fade the vibrations of the egg until it was barely trembling inside of her, then stepped in and hooked his fingers in her panties. With one fluent, but slow pull, they were at her ankles and he held her steady by her hips as she stepped out of them.

As he pulled her panties down, it was sensual and erotic and Brandy’s libido rose again as his face was so close to her feminine centre. More feminine juices gushed to her inner thighs and coated her flushed and pink labia.

With Titus’s face at the height of her pelvis, her feminine scent wafted to his nose, overwhelmed his nostrils and fuelled the fire of lust inside of him. Clenching his teeth, Titus controlled his urges and moved back up, standing straight in front of Brandy.

Without a word, Titus took her hand and guided her to the front of the chair. Answering the question in her eyes with a short nod, he helped her kneel down on the red, padded leather and folded her fingers around the handlebars. He slowly removed her eye mask. Caressing her skin, he brushed his fingertips over her arm. He traced them upwards to her shoulders, centred at her spine and then slowly dragged them down to her buttocks. Lingering there for a moment, he resumed the travel down until he was on one knee between her spread legs.

When he looked up, he saw the lips of her sex, coated with her natural nectar, half opened in excitement, the little cord dangled down to the receiver clipped on her stocking. He brought his face closer and took in her scent deep, letting her feel how near he was without touching her.
Brandy felt him bend down behind her so close to her heated core. Brandy’s body was so sexually aroused by his stimulating words, the teasing egg and his light caresses. Her body ached and screamed for release and fulfilment.  A release he could give her and she pushed back to his face, greedily wanting and needing that intimate kiss.

As she pushed her hips back in instinct, he withdrew and prevented her touching him, quickly raising his hand and let it land on her bottom with a loud slap. He saw her skin flash up red at the unexpected spank, before it faded back to its own colour.

“Initiative is not wanted Brandy.” He admonished.

She felt the sudden and unexpected shock of a stinging smack on her bare bottom and his words. Her body jolted forward as the sting rushed through her body and a muffled yelp sounded from her lips. Her body softened with the quick slap and he felt her settle in her part of these events, accepting the terms she had agreed to fully. She relaxed against the seat and let him tie her ankles to the seat, her thighs to the upright part of the seat and her waist to the supporting rest just below her breasts. Restrained in a type of all fours position, she was unable to move as he slid his hands along the inside of her legs, following the soft nylon of her stockings, then he slid over the border and nearing her heated centre.

Brandy struggled to gain composure and control again as he continued to strap her in, caressing her lightly and positioning the chair to his liking.

He placed his hand over her sex and felt her shiver, her natural nectar flowed free, coating his hand with her desire as soon as he touched her so intimately. She inhaled sharply as he pressed his hand against her sex and felt her lips open and wetness flood against his palm radiating the heat from her tunnel all over his hand. Then he slid his hands over her buttocks, along her sides and over her arms to her wrists. He stepped in between her legs and pressed his crotch against her firm buttock globes. He leant his weight against her, letting her feel the hardness of his desire as he tied her wrists to the handle bar, leaving her fingers free to move, grip or sign.

Tied to the seat, captured. Her body leaned against the red leather, her breathing slowing down slightly, her eyes fixed to the floor as she leant her head forward. Slowly Titus stepped away from between her legs, dragging his fingers over her body. He stretched his hand and found the brake that kept the seat in its idle position and gave the seat a push. Her body started to rock back and forth. He walked around the chair. He felt her eyes following him as soon as he stepped into her view. He stepped back until he was in the glow of the spot light. Then slowly, he started to open the buckle of his belt. He slid it from the loops, folded it in two and cracked it in the air, seeing a mask of fear form over her face.

When Brandy heard him crack his belt, she feared the worst, but then saw him place it with his other clothes. Relief washed over her.

With his face still straight, just the sparkle in his eyes betraying his want, he carefully hung the belt on a dresser, then stepped out of his shoes and neatly placed them side by side at the foot of it. Then he started to unbutton his trousers, watching Brandy’s eyes fixate on his body, her tongue slipped out to lick her lips. He took the remote from his pocket and kept it in his hand while he slowly pulled his trousers down his legs, his tight boxer briefs stretched around his hard member. He folded them neatly in two before added them to the dresser. Then he stepped in closer, Brandy’s face at almost the same height as his boxers and slowly started to pull them down.

He stripped naked, save for his boxer briefs,  in front of Brandy and she saw his bulging erection. He brought the chair closer and her mouth was level with his shaft. She could smell his arousal and she opened her mouth slightly, biting her lower lip. She wanted to taste him badly.

The glistening head of his shaft appeared first, then followed by the veined skin, tightly stretched on his throbbing member. Again Brandy licked her lips and he saw the interested flicker in her eyes. The swing of the seat brought her close to his member, then took her away again in a hypnotic motion. He let his boxers slide from his hips and stood close to her face, naked and aroused. Then he stretched his arms, placed his hands on Brandy’s and brought the seat to a slow halt. He moved in closer, catching Brandy’s eyes and keeping them locked in with his. Her mouth was at the same height as his shaft, just a tantalising inch away from her lips. He saw her part her mouth slowly. Her tongue slid out and licked her lips, preparing for what she knew would soon come.

Brandy was bound in the chair naked, helpless and displayed for Titus. She was completely vulnerable to his whims. She was unsure what this chair was capable of doing but this was what Titus wanted, total control and power over her and her curvaceous body. He was no doubt feeding on her uncertainty, building on the anticipation and taking full advantage of her excited sexual state and willingness to please and be pleased. Brandy suddenly thought and realised she was indeed Titus’s sex toy and at his mercy.

The control was his and the egg felt heavy inside her vagina. It just served to tease and tantalise her senses even more in her strapped position. She throbbed and panted slightly with heightened sexual desire.

Her heart beat in nervous excitement and she felt the chair slide quickly forwards. For a moment, she lost her equilibrium. It brought her mouth closer to his cock, which was perfectly placed for insertion.

Moving the chair closer and closer, and thus Brandy, to his engorged member, Titus saw the glaze of lust and desire in her eyes, her lips half opened, ready to fold them around his glistening tip. Without showing any expression in his eyes, he suddenly pulled on the chair.

As her lips touched his shaft, he pushed the full length of his excited cock into her mouth.  Shockingly, her mouth was filled to the hilt with his erect member. Her eyes widened with the sudden thrust, then closed as she collapsed her cheeks around his member and sucked on it hard as he let it rest in her mouth.

She recovered quickly from the shock, sucked on it hungrily. Her tongue explored the length of his shaft and crown. The seeping precum teased her taste buds but her limited movements prevented her from mouth fucking his cock. She closed her eyes to concentrate and focused on sucking and grazed her teeth on him, gently massaging him.

He gritted his teeth as he suppressed the grunt that sprung up from his loins and worked its way upwards and then deeply exhaled it into the room. Her eagerness and twitches in her lower body fed the lust within him.

The power was now a raging fire inside him. The view was arousing. Brandy’s luscious body kneeling down and trapped, her lips wrapped around his shaft, her back stretched and her buttocks round and tight as she arched her back in her attempt to fit him all in her mouth.

Titus liked what he saw. He moved and was just as sudden and quick as he pushed her back again in the chair. Suddenly his cock was whipped out of her mouth. The chair’s unexpected backwards movement caused her equilibrium to unbalance once more. Her mind took a moment to adjust to the unexpected movements. Titus held his erection, rubbed the tip of his dick on her lips and she lapped at the moisture. A mingle of his delicious precum and her saliva.

He watched her tongue slide out to collect the moisture and enjoyed her licks. Then he stepped away, disregarding the pleading look in her eyes and walked to the back of the chair. He looked down on her strapped body and her buttocks just an arm’s length away. Her neatly tucked-in sex was damp and moist. The droplets of her desire were caught in the beams of light in the room.

[Stone]

Brandy was wearing a beautiful black straight dress with small embroidered blood red and purple roses on a green vine wrapping the length of her body. It was backless with a discreet side zip. The bra was inbuilt and pushed her breasts upwards to show an enticing cleavage.

Underneath, she was wearing black suspenders with matching blood red and purple roses and black stockings with a straight central line down the back of the leg. She had on black lacy sheer panties and was wearing 3 inch heels. She still had her half mask on, black and lacy with purple and red roses and matching tiny glass jewels.

“Undress yourself,” Titus demanded.

His words excited her. Tingles emanated through her body on top of the egg vibrations and butterflies fluttering in her tummy. This was the moment. The moment to submit to his total control. Something she had never ever done before with a man. She shut her eyes letting the fear wash over her and then to show her consent to continue, she removed the eye mask and began to lower the side zip on her dress. Standing upright, the dress loosened and she slowly pushed it off her shoulders.

She heard Jake, her employee, shift a little on the bed and saw the drape twitch for him to focus on her better. She felt his and Titus’s eyes caress her body. The thrill of two men watching her undress caused her to flush in more sexual excitement. Her breasts peaked tightly and her pussy rushed with even more moist heat dampening and soaking her already wet panties.

Inch by inch, the dress lowered, showing her shoulders, her collar bone and the tops of her breasts. It teased in its slow descent until eventually her full rounded breasts and hard nipples were bared naked for both men’s eyes. She shimmied the dress over her hips and with no curvy body resistance now, the dress fell unheeded to pool at her feet.

Titus watched in silence, unmoved as Brandy slowly, seductively took her dress off, exposing the soft curves of her body little by little until she stood barely dressed before him. He saw her eyes flash to the corner of her view, and he too could see the curtain twitch, the soft sounds of sheets moving with the weight of a shifting body. Titus grinned within himself as he glanced over the chair.

‘A guest and a watcher. You are being spoiled tonight,’ he thought.

She stood before Titus, her thin waist and rounded hips presented in suspender belt and stockings. The thin sheer and very wet panties allowed the trimmed red tuft of pubic hair to be seen through the material. The high heeled shoes on her feet made her look tall and slender.

She looked towards Titus for instructions on the attire he wished to remain on. The vibrating egg and sexual tension in the room was almost too overwhelming for her.

Titus locked her eyes in with his, the need for direction making hers glisten in the spot light that cast her in a warm glow. Slowly he let his eyes caress her frame, the curve of her hips, her slender waist and her full breasts, crowned with peaked nipples. Little berries, ripe and full, ready to be picked.

Brandy stood still semi naked in front of him as instructed. His eyes assessed and inspected her body, giving neither approval nor disapproval. She blushed at the intensity in his gaze and then he locked his eyes in hers.  She tried to control her breathing and the sexual tension that built between them.

Without saying a word Titus moved in close. Slow steps while he kept her eyes locked in with his, keeping her bonded to the spot.
The vibrating egg inside her body intensified the situation and she struggled to control her building desire. Her breaths quickened to small fast pants.

He stopped, one foot in front of her, making sure she could look at him without stretching her neck too far back. Without touching he let his hands slide along her body, less than ¼ inch between the tips of his fingers and her skin. He felt her warmth radiate against his digits, her heat washed over his hand as he passed his fingers over her pelvis. He could sense the moisture that collected in her panties, his heightened senses smelt her feminine scent, drifting up between their bodies.

When Titus stepped in closer to her, he teased her more by refusing to touch her. Her legs trembled with want and nearly caused her to close those few inches between them and fall into his arms.

Slowly he started to circle her, walking around her in a small circle, keeping his face close to hers, locking her eyes in with his so she turned her head as far as she could. Then, lost from her view, she quickly turned the other way, waiting for him to connect them again as he came around her other side. He saw and felt her shiver as his warm breath caressed over the shell of her ear, his face leant in, stood behind her left arm.

“There are 3 terms,” He spoke then paused for effect, “Say ‘Stop’ and everything stops, immediately. Sign the victory sign with your fingers and everything stops, immediately”

His whispered breaths caressed her skin. Then he walked around her as though to inspect her closer. The tension was intense.

He took his mouth away from her ear and passed in front of her, letting his bare arm brush against her breasts, feeling her nipples drag over his skin. Her eyes fluttered, her lashes moved up and down quickly as he saw her take a deep breath to calm herself.
As his arm purposely brushed her breasts and Brandy gasped at his touch, wanting so much more.

He reached her other side. He stood behind her right arm and leant in to whisper in her other ear. He wickedly slid the little lever of the remote control in his pocket up a little higher, making the egg vibrate harder inside her channel. He smiled when he was rewarded with a deep moan seemingly coming right from her very toes. Her legs twitched as she struggled to keep her balance.

When he was behind her again, she suddenly felt stronger vibrations from the egg.  Brandy’s mouth went dry as she realised he had turned it up even more by the remote.  She gasped and a little moan escaped her lips. Her legs began to shake as her body responded and began to peak. Desire flooded her saturated panties and moisture began to leak outside the material and outside the edges and on to her inner thighs.

“You will submit to me completely, give up every possibility of control. You will be in my hands, helpless, unable to change the order of events.”

He felt Brandy freeze as he proclaimed the second rule. For only the briefest of seconds he felt her will struggle to keep herself from accepting his terms, but then a shudder moved through her body and he knew she was his, without restraints.   

“HOLY FUCK,” Brandy’s mind screamed.  “This man means business. Can I do this?” Then followed by, “Hell Yes! I’ve never been so sexually thrilled in my life.” 

Her mind pleaded with her body, “Please don’t orgasm yet, don’t do it, just don’t it,” She shuddered in her struggle to gain composure and control.

Suddenly he was whispering in her right ear and the egg vibrations increased again. Her mind and body began an epic battle, “Don’t do it,” became a mantra for her.

Titus continued, “Good. The last of my terms is this. You will not be held back by mental restraints. You will submit to and be guided by what your body tells you, but…” 

He left the rest of the sentence open. He moved to her back, then pressed his mouth against her left ear again. As he stepped back behind her arm, he increased the vibrations of the egg inside her with yet another notch.

“You are not allowed to cum until I say so!”

[Stone]

Kade pushed the lassoed submissive’s head towards the nether regions of the other to lick and suck her more soundly for Him. The sight was hard core and the crowd were spellbound. Denver moaned as she was licked thoroughly by the newcomer.

They watched the submissive in her torn dress, lick and suck Denver. Denver writhed and moaned in ecstasy. Kade lifted the dress of the lassoed submissive, her arms still trapped by her sides and bent over double. He ripped her panties off. The guests could see her shaved pussy as he parted her legs and drove his fingers into her. He worked in two, then three and four fingers until eventually his whole fist was inside her pussy. He fisted her as he held her head in Denver’s pussy, talking softly to them both of what he was going to and to deny their climaxes until he allowed them to release.

Brandy leaned into Titus at the performance in front of them. She had never, like several in the room, witnessed such a powerful scene before between Master and Submissives. 

Some guests shivered at the display as not all practiced this kink but had attended to support their friends in the importance of their collaring ceremony. They were also of course interested in some of the art practiced and were there to seize on the opportunity of seeing such a private world. A wave of undetermined emotions washed over the crowd at each act performed in front of them.
Some watched open mouthed, unsure whether to be shocked or appealed. But all were without fail secretly thrilled by the open lust of the performance.

Brandy fought to control her libido at the sexual images in front of her. The teasing egg was driving her crazy, provoking erotic images in her mind’s eye. Little moans intermittently escaped her lips and she couldn’t help but rub up against Titus. She fought for control, wanting to just let go, so much.

The crowd was silent for most of the performance, stunned and also respectful by what they were witnessing.

Titus felt Brandy freeze against him, her hand put to her mouth at some points, her breath held in at the peak of her tension. She searched and found a steady anchor to cling to, pushing into him and clinging to the arm around her waist. Titus let the scene of each performance feed the awakening inside him. With every second that passed, the smouldering cinders buried deep inside, come more alive, claiming room for the slowly growing and licking flames. With every second he felt the grip on himself slide, slip away from his control, knowing the awakening was too strong to be stopped now.

He was also aware of the sexual heat from Brandy and upped the vibrating egg to a higher notch. He watched as she fought to control her urges. He liked that she was writhing against him, and he moved his hand to her buttocks and began to fondle her obscenely.

The shockwaves of the play between master and submissives rushed through the crowd in the Hall, the Dominant Kade looked almost triumphant as he used both his submissives for his pleasure. He moved round their bodies and removed Denver’s butt plug.
He fucked their mouths, their pussies and their anuses. Each time stopping before he and they tipped over into satisfaction. He owned their bodies.

The women moaned at his teasing and were almost begging for his degrading treatment and humiliation. There was no doubt that both of them were his sex toys on that Alter.

Then, with the room still buzzing from the hard core sex performance, the “show” ended as the Dominant Kade allowed and bought the girls to moaning orgasms and he sprayed his own seed over them both, scenting and marking them as his.

His expertise kept the orgasms of the girls rolling and rolling, until they slumped exhausted from his demands on the Alter. Only he was standing, big, powerful and proud.

The crowd applauded him and the two submissives for a stunning, gripping and enthralling performance. He stood triumphant and acknowledged the guests. Then left the room to change, leaving other submissives to tend and help his exhausted toys. They were left as they were, lying, breathing hard, trembling and sated on the Altar.

The exhausted submissives were carried to a recovery dungeon till their services were required again.

The buffet was announced open and drinks and food served by servants of The Ice House. The string quartet live band began to play soothing music and guests were invited to try out some of the contraptions with demonstrative submissives to cater to their needs and desires, especially after experiencing such visual stimulation.

Titus leaned in to Brandy, finding her ear with his lips and whispered, letting the rumble of his dark voice tremor in her soft outer shell.

“Show me your dungeon.”

Brandy’s bright green eyes were wide as she looked into his. They held a smouldering shimmer of desire. She nodded at his command and took his hand and guided him through the guests him to her harem lair.

She knew he too had that air of Master and shivers of excitement ratcheted through her already aroused body. The anticipation and attraction was growing by the minute. Her sexual tension, already teased by the buzzing egg rose by even more notches.
They arrived at her dungeon and she opened the door of her harem dungeon and let Titus step inside first.
 
As soon as Titus entered the room, he saw the chair that had now been bought to her room. The chair!

“It’s wrong.” Titus thought.

The chair he had built so long ago, the chair that was stored at the bar after his sudden departure. The chair that was so tightly connected with the man that was now awakened inside him and fiddling with the lock to his controls. The chair. It was in the wrong place.

Brandy saw immediately they were not alone as she followed Titus through the door.  Through the sheer white net drape surrounding the four poster bed at the far end of the room, she could see Safira tied naked to the bed face down.

Jake, also naked was just dismounting her hind quarters. She was unmoving and sexually exhausted by what had gone on before. He looked sated and yet authoritive, as he lay down beside her. He had heard Titus and Brandy enter and pulled the curtain aside to let them know, they were there.  He looked at Brandy and she smiled and nodded at him, silently giving them permission to remain in her harem room. 

He looked at Titus to confirm her consent. An unspoken alpha male understanding seemed to pass between them and Titus nodded, looking at Safira through the thin wispy curtain, bound there with her bottom still in the air. The image portrayed by the curtain caused a mystical effect with stunning sexual beauty.

Satisfied Jake settled back on the bed to recuperate and the wispy drape fell back in to place. He watched the couple through the sheer net curtain with interest. The net curtain gave him the same mystical effect of the vision of them.

Titus’s attention was then drawn to the chair.

“Don’t wrinkle them.”

The heedless command was cast as he removed his eye mask, took off his jacket, untied his bow and unbuttoned his shirt and waistcoat. Each piece of clothing was handed backwards while he kept his eyes fixed on the chair.  Brandy’s hands moved automated, accepting his clothes, befogged with his sudden actions. She placed the jacket next to Jake’s as he focused on the chair, lost in a past world.

Bare-chested Titus walked up to the chair, walking around it first, looking at it, caressing it with his eyes, before placing his hands underneath the bar at the top of the frame. With a deep grunt he flexed every muscle in his legs, back and shoulders and lifted the 200 lbs. chair off the floor. He turned and took two steps. Then, with flickered biceps, he placed the chair back down on the floor, perfectly centred in the room.

Titus took a few steps back, mesmerised, recognising every vein in the wood, feeling them on his fingertips, as if he was checking for any flaws in his sanding again. Slowly he walked around the chair while he muttered soft words of affection.

“You need some care. It’s as if you’ve been kept in a cold, damp basement. But I will look after you. Just some nourishing oil rubbed into your veins with a soft cloth. A good lubrication of your wheels and rails. And a guest. Yes, a guest.”

Titus stepped in closer and grabbed the triangular shaped frame at the top, folding his fingers around the bar that connected the two parts together. Built like a swing, two wooden triangular shaped frames were held together at the top, cradling a kneeling seat suspended from the top bar, the wheels at the bottom set in a rail at either inside of the frame. The rails curved, slanting upwards to the lower edge of the triangle, a beam at both ends to stop the seat from rocking too hard and slipping from the frame. The seat itself was covered with red, smooth leather and offered two supports for the knees and calves, a gap between them ensuring spread legs. Thighs rest against an upright board that curved into a horizontal surface that partly supports the torso, leaving the breasts of the guest hanging free. From that upright board, protruded a handlebar with two handles, carved from wood, sanded to a smooth shine, shaped to offer maximum grip for needy hands.

Slowly Titus knelt down at the front, unlocked the brake that kept the seat in its place and gave it a little push. Frictionless the chair started to swing back and forth, not a noise sounded from the wheels as they glided through the rails.

A smile curved his mouth upwards, the quality and effort of the work put in, still showed its worth after such a long time. Then he slowly rose again, letting his hands slide slowly over the soft, smooth wood, as if he was caressing the body of a woman, affectionately, lovingly. Each slight hint of a vein in the wood, pushed him further, letting the other dark side, take over more room in him. It grew starker, took possession of his body and mind.

Directed by muscle memory, his fingertips found the three hidden pins on the inside of the decorative lining. He pressed them in the right order, the soft click of a lock opening was his reward. Titus leaned forward, opened the hidden panel and looked inside. He grinned. Everything was still in there, just as he had left it that last day he saw the chair. His chair.

A shiver ran down his spine, cascaded down his legs and disappeared through the floor from his body. With it, the last remnants of him disappeared, dissolved in the energy of the earth beneath them. Locking the secret panel with a soft click, he raised himself, straightened his back and slowly turned towards Brandy, who was still standing in her spot watching him inspect the chair.

With a gleam in his eyes, Titus searched for hers and locked them in as soon as they crossed paths. Without a word exchanged, Titus saw the recognition in her eyes, the acceptance of his command and new aura, her body leaning forward as she started to move towards him.

“Stop.”

With a jerk she stopped, then stepped towards him when he nodded again. Nervousness and excitement tangled with the change in atmosphere. The air in the harem room almost crackled with tension. Slowly and hesitantly she walked towards Titus, her steps were slightly unsteady. She locked her eyes with his, unable to tear them away from his compelling look. As she closed in, she slid her fingers into his opened and extended hand and let herself be guided to the centre of the room, next to the chair and underneath a bright spot light. 

She was very sexually aroused.

[Stone]

Chapter 2 

During the collaring ceremony and guest mingling, Titus had kept Brandy close to him. Standing behind her, his arm lazily wrapped around her waist, he had been vigilant and ready to pull her back against him with the slightest hint of her moving away. But with a soft smile on his face he recognized the contrary in her. The whole time she had been leaning against him, grinding her hips backwards and pushing her buttocks firmly against him while she rested her head against his neck. The egg was working its magic. He could smell her desire and it tantalised him.
In the Great Hall, standing close to Titus, Brandy felt the tension rise as suddenly the tempo and loudness of the Quartet changed. The change in music startled the guests and there was a charge in the atmosphere.

Then a Dominant Male, Kade, entered the room and his submissive female, Denver, appeared on the Alter and waited obediently for him. There was going to be a display for the guests.

The Dominant’s attire reminded her of a Roman Gladiator. He wore dark brown leather and shining metal protectors on his arms and legs. He wore leather boxer briefs with a studded opening at the front and a short metal and leather man-skirt that could be drawn and opened at the front. His chest was naked except for leather straps that crisscrossed across his chest and back. He was oiled and muscles pumped up. He looked amazing and powerful.

Brandy’s heart beat so fast and she realised that the performance would show His power over the submissive on the Alter.

They were going to perform for the guests of Crystelle and Tomas for all of their entertainment. The guests watched, enthralled at the unexpected twist of the evening. The quartet played more loudly and the music was exciting to match the sudden turn of events. The lights dimmed and spots lit up the Alter and raised floor like a stage.

Titus took advantage of the powerful sexual tension in the air and build up of anticipation. He put his hand in his pocket and turned the egg on higher. It was sitting inside her vaginal channel, on the lowest setting when Brandy felt the strange vibrations strengthen and resonate. She breathed in sharply and opened her mouth a little to control her breathing as the sexual thrill overtook her body. Her body glowed as she became even more sexually aware and turned on. 

The Dominant Male was stunningly handsome and carried an aura of authority about him. He scared Brandy a little in this environment.  She knew Kade from The Bar and was another of her friends.

Here, he changed into a lustful beast, who demanded obedience and could be callous in his quests, treating his quarries like a piece of meat.  He was truly a Dominant Master.

From experience of their brief affair, she only knew the softer side of him, where he could be just as demanding, but show thoughtful tenderness too. She knew of his other life here but had respectfully kept it separate from their own relationship.
Brandy suspected on this occasion, however, she would see his other side for the first time and the submissive waiting for him would meet the former animal brute in their performance.

“The Beast meeting the Sacrificial Lamb,” she thought as he strode purposefully to the Alter. A Master, about to show the extent of his submissive’s allegiance to him.

The crowd was silent and watched with a mixture of lustful interest, worried fascination and plain shock by some the practices and laws accepted in this particular kink.

Kade strode to the Alter with purpose. He was King Dom in The Ice House and Crystelle was his good friend. He wanted to ensure her special night was one to be remembered and one that their fellow members and vanilla friends would enjoy. He saw Denver watch him through lowered eyes and then bow her head waiting for him.

He had chosen her well. She actually belonged to Crystelle but Kade had an agreement with her Mistress to use her on occasion. Denver enjoyed rough treatment from a man and Crysti would reward her with dates with him. It was an arrangement that worked well for all of them.
He saw her tremble when he circled around her. He knew it was partly in excitement and partly nervous anticipation. She was his prey. He towered over her small, athletic but petite frame letting the tension build in the silence.  Her long red hair was tied back in a severe braid and her crimson red dress accentuated her pale, freckled skin.

He felt the uncertain expectation in the room, knowing all eyes were focussed on them both.

It fed Denver’s voyeuristic tendencies. She liked to perform in front of others. He whispered to her, “Are you wet yet Denver?”
Before she could answer, he snapped a command, “Standing display”

Denver immediately knew the drill for she was well trained. She lowered the top half of her dress exposing her braless breasts, she inched her dress up to her waist revealing she wore no panties. She tucked the dress in at her waist to ensure it did not fall. It was nothing more than a thick belt around her waist. Then she stood with legs 4 inches apart and her arms lifted to clasp her hands behind her head and opened her mouth wide.

Kade took his time looking at her. She was freshly shaved, her arm pits and pussy completely hairless. She stood facing her audience.  He inspected her small pert breasts, lifting each with flat fingers underneath to test their weight and jiggle them for their guests.
He placed his hand on her bald pussy and rubbed his hand on her, testing her wetness and showing the audience the smeary links attached to his fingers before smearing them on her mouth and touching her tongue.

“Turn round.”

She did so and he felt her cheeks before spanking her once soundly. The slap echoed round the room and a red handprint formed briefly on her white skin.

Denver’s heart was beating fast as she thought of her body displayed for the guests. Her pussy was already throbbing with need and she stifled a moan when Kade smacked her bottom in public.

“Bend over, cheeks open.”

Denver placed her forehead on the Alter and bent double, spreading her cheeks. Everyone could see her little star, nestled in the valley.
Kade reached for a bag under the Alter and placed it by her head. He removed a long butt plug and dipped it’s length in a tub of lubricating gel before teasing her external sphincter.

He slowly pushed the plug in and out, massaging her internal sphincter to relax the natural resistance.
Denver moaned as she felt the cool toy penetrate her anal canal and brush her anal pillows to relax, slowly deflating of blood. She secreted anal mucus to mix with the lubricating gel as the toy eased into her and into her rectum. The sensations excited her and she fought the natural urge. Her brain was telling her, falsely, she needed to empty her bowels.

Kade eventually pushed the whole toy in and all could see the pretty oval shaped, diamond cut red jewel now covering her anal star. It looked pretty as it caught the light of the room emphasizing its brilliance.

“Hold the Alter,” he instructed and she flattened her hands on the marble surface above her head.

He removed her dress and threw it behind the Alter and then spanked her again. Three with his bare hand on each cheek. Each slap echoing around the room and reddening her cheeks.
Then with a paddle making Denver count each strike out loud.

“1… 2… 3…”

The Dominant Kade was showing off the obedience of the submissive with his commands. She was stripped naked against the Alter, breasts and ass wobbling with each strike.

Denver was in her element. She loved being spanked and the fact it was in public, on stage just increased her desires. She was so turned on her pussy was gushing in delight, the feminine moisture coating her labia and inner thighs. She breathed heavily and expelled each number in pleasurable pain but was delighted absolute in his treatment of her. 

He fondled her body, grabbed her hair and spanked her hard. She seemed to revel in his rough treatment of her.

At 10, Kade stopped spanking her. He leaned over his nude submissive on the great alter and encouraged her to display herself to the expectant audience. She opened her legs, spread them wide and bent and thrust towards the crowd. They saw her breasts stretched and hanging down in her movements. They saw the pink flesh of her excited shaved pussy and her red anal jewel exposed to them.

They saw her excited flush as she performed for the guests and thrilled at the voyeurism of the situation. He gave her commands which she obeyed instantaneously. Bending over, spreading her red bottom and excited pussy.

The Dominant Kade encouraged her to touch herself and moan aloud. He fondled her lewdly to show, he owned her. He squeezed her tits, pushed his fingers in her pussy causing her to gasp from his roughness. And pulled her hair to position her for the crowd and his use.

Then he bound her over a gym horse bought in by other submissives and placed on The Alter and spanked and fondled her some more.

He pulled the studs on his shorts to reveal his massive erection and forced it down her throat as he picked her head up by the hair. She gagged and drooled as he deep throated her and fucked her head.

Then he stood in close to her, cutting off her air supply, his cock, jammed into her throat.

His attention suddenly seemed focussed elsewhere. Then he stepped back, allowing Denver, to breathe again.

He picked up a rope from his bag and started spinning a lasso around his head. He stood, muscled, his full erection on display. He flung the rope expertly in the air. It was a spectacular display of rope-man-ship.

It landed around a woman in the middle of the guests!

Brandy held her breath, “Was she a plant and part of the performance? It was so exciting!”

An excited ripple ran through the crowd as the rope successfully found his target and he pulled his captive in closer. She was dragged into view from the crowd. She appeared to want to get away from him. He pulled more on the rope and her reluctant figure, arms pinned to her sides, shuffled to his alter.

When she was close enough, he tore her dress immediately, exposing her intimate parts and let it hang like rags from her body.

Still bound in the lasso, he worked her up with words and bold, lewd touches into sexual compliance until she was panting for him, and then instructed her to prepare Denver’s anus and pussy by licking her.

She obeyed him immediately, not wanting to displease him and craving sexual release herself.

The scene took place in a silent, excited awe by the crowd.  Save for the panting, sexual groans Kade encouraged, nothing else could be heard.

Both women were to be used to slake Kade’s lust and entertain the guests.

[Stone]

He leaned in and begin to lick up the beads of water, snogging her belly with icy lips and tongue. Her whimpers turned to moans of pleasure. He showered her breasts with butterfly kisses and quickened flicks of his tongue, then gently nibbled on her erect nipples.

She felt Jake’s kisses on her body, but not warm as expected, it was cold so cold. She writhed again, wanting his kisses but wanting the hot mouth she was used too. Just as his mouth seemed to be rising in temperature, he stopped and she groaned again in frustration. The waiting was intense.
Jake had decided it was time to finish her off.

He stood up and grabbed a pillow and lifted Safira’s ass upwards and placed it underneath, her charms were on display for his pleasure. She felt him raise her up and in her imagination, pictured her pussy on offer to him. It turned her on so much.

He grabbed the toys and lay between her legs, He took in her unique scent as he snogged her thighs. His long licks went down one leg then up the other. He moved to her enflamed sex, spreading her labia and his tongue eventually found her hard, swollen clitoris.

“Oh, she is so very wet,” He was pleased to discover. Her juices trickled down her undercarriage.

His lips that kissed her so very intimately made Safira groan and smile.

“At last!” She thought, finding delightful pleasure in his mouth.

As his tongue explored her furrow and labia, she pushed her wet sex into his face and felt him move to her clitoris. She flooded with the pleasurable sensations and ground into him.

Safira sighed in passion as he slipped one, then two fingers into her wet opening bending them slightly. He probed and pushed upward on her upper wall and found her sweet G spot very quickly. 

She ground more, fucking those fabulous fingers.

After a few moments of massaging her, he backed off again. He wanted to prolong this as long as he could.
When he stopped, she moaned in protest. She was frustrated. She whimpered and pulled on her restraints.
He picked up the small vibrator. Clicked it on high, and wet it with a squirt of lube.

Kneeling, he placed a hand on Stone’s belly and then pushed the vibrator against her anal bud.
Safira gasped in deep, jerky breaths. With gentle pressure, he inserted it into her anal cavity.

Safira felt the heavy warmth of his hand on her belly, pushing down, then something cold and wet prodding her anal star before being pushed deep inside her. It was vibrating and very, very pleasant. The vibrations resonated throughout her body, stimulating her and building her passion. He was driving her wild. Crazy with a want and a need of pure animal, primitive lust!

Safira began to shudder and he reached for the Rampant Rabbit. He reviewed the controls, “Ok this controls the beads, this one for the tip, and this one the ears. High, medium and low,” He mused wickedly. “This was going to be interesting.”

Safira awaited in anticipation, lying there in her blind and deaf world, spread eagled on the bed, waiting for her lover, totally in his control. Just the thought of him staring at her naked body, maybe masturbating over her caused her body to tingle and become sexually alert.  The low hum of the vibrations of the anal toy in her precious passageway just served to heighten her already enflamed sex. She knew she was whimpering a little.

Jake turned the Rabbit vibrator tip to low. Jake began to tease Safira and placed the vibrator tip just below her clitoris. He spread her wet lips with two fingers and then slowly inserted the Rabbit into her clenching vagina. Slowly, he pushed inch by inch and the vibrator sank into her body.

Safira felt movement between her legs and started a little at something prodding her vagina and tensed. She felt him begin to insert another toy and she relaxed at the pleasant feeling there.  And then she knew, as the rabbit ears surround her clitoris.

“Oh My God – it’s a Rampant rabbit!” 

He turned the beads on to medium as he pushed it in to the hilt. Safira let out a low deep moan and rocked her hips a little. He clicked on the ears and vibrated on low setting. They rested on either side of her clitoris.

As he turned the vibrations up, she knew then, he wanted her to orgasm for him as he watched. The thought thrilled her.

“As if I could even begin to try and stop myself.” Safira thought, knowing from past experience the self-pleasures of such a vibrator.

That vibrator was only made for one thing and the Rabbit’s Inventor was truly inspired when he came up with the concept and realised it in to every woman’s dream.

Safira’s face said it all, her face contorted with pleasure, as she bit her lower lip and moved her head from side to side pulling on her wrist restraints. He clicked the tip to a medium setting. The effect was almost instant as Safira’s breathing became excited gasps.

He smiled and wondered, “What’s going on in her dark, quiet world.”

With both of her lower openings filled and on four different vibrations, her remaining senses were working overtime. She was lost and focused on the erotic stimulation overload.

Watching Safira, Jake’s cock began to harden again. She looked amazing, writhing on the bed in her sexual pleasure. Jake’s fingers were still wet with lube and Safira’s own juices and he started to wank and stroke his cock to full erection again.

He clicked the ears on medium and let Safira go into pre climax mode. Her nipples strained and erect, her face blushed and spread slowly down her body. Jake sensed she was close to sexual fulfilment.

As soon as he upped the tempo of the vibrations, and her mind realised his intensions, Safira’s body took over. She was building and reaching the sexual heights, as God had intended.

Her breasts ached for his touch, swelling and peaks hardening. Her body broke out in a film of sweat. Her pussy flooded over and over with its natural lubrication covering and drowning the toy inside her. She leaked down her perineum to the smaller vibrator and   then trickled onto the pillow mount causing a damp patch to form.

She writhed and bucked, groaning for her lover to touch her, needing and wanting him to touch and cover her. She saw him in her mind, taking her body, over and over, slaking his lust on her willing body. Their naked bodies joined and fucking hard.

Jake clicked the ears on the high setting. A low moan, almost scream like left her lips between her gasps and grew louder and louder as she stiffened and jerked. What happened next was incredible to Jake. Safira exploded and had a massive orgasm.

She reached her height and toppled over that sexually exciting cliff into the swirling waves of sexual fulfilment.

Screaming her pleasure as her body fitted in excited exultation. Gigantic waves of pleasure engulfed her as her mouth dried and her pussy creamed in orgasm. She quaked and pulled on her restraints as waves of pleasure crashed over her one after another. Her body bucked and shuddered as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She thrashed until at last the waves subsided and her gasping breaths slowed.  The spasms, slowly subsided and Safira grew still, save for her deep, uneven breaths.

Her body was so sensitive, the vibrators were almost painful still inside her. She begged Jake to remove them. 

“Take them out,” she spoke meekly, as the sensitivity of her pussy, post orgasm, intensified.

She sighed with relief as he did so.  A feeling of tiredness washed over her and her body was a dead weight in the aftermath of all his teasing.

The small slender vibrator came out of her ass with ease, but Safira had a death grip on the rabbit with her pussy muscles clenching the shaft. Jake pushed it forward a bit inside her, then pulled it back and she let go with a wince and went limp, breathing deeply.

Jake gave her a few minutes of respite then undid her restraints and turned her over on her tummy with a pillow pushing her ass in the air in readiness for him. This was his moment to greedily enjoy her and his excitement intensified as he thought of taking her delectable body.

Safira felt him turn her over and position her ready for his claiming and taking. She smiled in happiness at the thought of him pleasuring himself now.  Nothing could make her happier after his successful teasing, catapulting her into sexual oblivion.

Leaving her legs free, Jake bound her hands again to the bed posts, giving her just enough movement so that she was comfortable.

He knelt behind Safira and unable to resist her any longer, he buried his tongue into her pussy, then lewdly licked both openings.  He lapped and tasted her orgasmic juices, tantalising his tongue and primal senses. Safira moaned as her sensitive pussy was eaten by her man.

He took hold of his rock, hard cock, pushing roughly into Safira’s wet sex. He slid in deep and then stopped, relishing the feeling of her warm, tight and wet pussy around him.

Safira knew, he was not going to be gentle. By his rough, determined demeanour, he had fucking foremost in his mind. Safira’s inner Goddess did cartwheels of pure joy as Jake would take his pleasure now with her sated body. In this moment, she was his whore.

Jake began to thrust slowly at first, entering her and pushing in, to the base of his throbbing shaft. He enjoyed the sensation of the deep penetration. Then he allowed his greed to take over. He was in total lust mode. He began to fuck and grind against Safira. Picking up the pace, he banged hard into her, moving the bed with his ardour.

As he fucked her, his thumb rimed her ass rosette, in quick little circles. He moved in closer, hands around Safira’s slender waist pulling her closer to him as he ground into her. Jake bent forward and licked, nibbled and kissed her neck as his passion built. He picked up the pace and Safira sighed and groaned, totally submissive to his lust.

This was so different and intense to their norm. Jake’s mind raced as he took Safira hard and fast. So far gone, he let his body win and his climax build.

Jake closed his eyes, found his groove and fucked hard to the point of no return. He waited till the last second and then pulled out of her hot body. He placed his cock on Safira’s butt cheeks and let loose with thick ropy streams of semen. He squeezed out every drop then rubbed his cock in the warm cum as aftershocks rippled through him.

He crumpled in a heap on top of Safira and kissed her neck, then turned her head to kiss her deeply. She gave him a sweet smile and murmured his name.

“Just let me lie here a sec my love,” she said quietly, and lay her head down, sighing and catching her breath.

Jake rolled off Safira and lay beside her, happy and sated. The sounds of reality began to seep back into his hearing. The music and chatter of the party outside the door filtered along the corridors and through his haze and faintly filled the room.

Then he saw the door of the harem begin to open…

[Stone]

Jake stopped the spanking. Safira’s bottom was warm on his hand. There was some redness on her cheeks, “That’s better, ok pull your panties up and stand up.”

She obeyed him. As she stood and pulled up her panties, He gazed at her, she looked so lovely in her basque and nylons.

Holding out his arm, he further instructed her, “Remove my cuff links”

She obeyed him.

“Remove my vest.”

She obeyed him.

“Now my shirt.”

She obeyed him.

“Kneel in front of me,”

She obeyed him. 

Jake placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head up, “If you displease me you will be punished. If you please me you will be rewarded. Is this understood? Speak.”

“Yes sir.” Safira replied meekly. 

“Undo my belt,” Jake resumed his instructions.

She obeyed him.

“Open my pants.”

She obeyed him.

“Take out my cock”

She obeyed him.

Jake realised he was more turned on than he thought he would be.

Safira studied his very attractive muscular and toned chest before kneeling. Her fingers undid his zip and she took out his impressive length which hardened at her touch. 

Safira began to stroke him slowly from the base up to the head. Jake’s loins came to life with lust. His balls tightened up as his libido grew.

When Safira’s firm grip reached the head, her thumb rubbed the tip and smeared his seeping pre-cum over his tight, engorged cock head, then slowly moved back down to the base. He held back a moan trying to stay in character. Safira started a nice slow wank. Up and down, pausing each time to pay the head some special attention.

“Very good Safira, you may pleasure yourself but only on top of your panties. Rub your scent in them. Make them wet.”

She obeyed him.

“Now use your tongue on me.”

She obeyed him. Safira began to lick the head of his cock, then ran her tongue down the very sensitive under side, then back up, each time, bringing him closer to the edge.

Safira let out little whimpers as she rubbed her clitoris through her silky panties.

“Your mouth,” Jake gasped.

She relished the scent of him and at his insistence, she took all of him in. Jake held her head with both hands, bunching her hair in his fists. She pushed her lips to his base. His member hit the back of her throat. She sucked on him knowing that he loved the magic of her mouth. She teased relentlessly with her tongue, caving in her cheeks to increase the pressure on his cock and grazed her teeth gently against him as she moved up and down.

Her tongue flicked against his little slit and rimmed him. Then she began to suck him slow and deep again. 
Jake fought the urge to buck and thrust as she picked up the pace. His legs became rigid. In this state of excitement, he grabbed a bed post for support.

This was far too good to soon and he did not want to cum just yet.

”Submissives have their own power too,” Safira thought to herself wickedly and touched herself. 

Her sex was already on fire and touching there built her passion and lust. Her panties were soon soaked with her juices as she groaned and rubbed gently, teasing herself and him in the process.

Jake suddenly held her head tighter in place and thrust deep into her throat. She gagged while he filled her head and cut off her airway. His wicked side enjoyed the power that he could render her unconscious if he wanted and watched the reactive watering of her eyes as they brimmed with tears. He enjoyed the tightness on his cock, then he withdrew to allow her to breathe again. He enjoyed the gasps around his cock as she gulped in air and the saliva that covered him as she drooled.

Before she could react, he repeated the process and stopped her breathing again with the deep penetration of her face.
After a few more times, she understood his power and controlled her breathing to accommodate him fully. 

Then he ordered her to do it herself and face fuck him, ensuring his cock slid deep into her throat. She did so admirably.  He had never carried out that fantasy on her before.  His little slut, kneeling before him while he used her head for his selfish pleasure.
He reluctantly ordered Safira to stop, he did not wish to seed her yet.

She obeyed him.  Her heart pounded.

“I want you on the bed,” Jake commanded.

She obeyed him.

“Lie on your back.”

She obeyed him.

Taking a restraint, he secured her right wrist to the bedpost. Then he went around the bed and secured her left wrist to the opposite one.
Standing over her he stated, “Safira, I am going to deprive you of three of your senses. You can’t touch me.”

Jake went to Brandy’s chest of drawers and found a black satin blindfold. He placed it on her head and over her eyes, “You will not be able to see.” He placed a pillow under her head, “Are you comfortable?” He asked.

“Yes sir,” She answered. 

Jake moved to her legs and peeled off her damp panties and placed them around his neck, then he secured her legs. He could smell her damp excitement wafting to his nostrils.

Standing up he admired his handy work. Safira was bound fast to the bed. Her legs spread open, wide enough for Jake to see her fresh trimmed pussy and the thin pink lips pouting and glistening wet in the mellow lighting of the harem.

He moved closer to Safira’s head and whispered, “You will not be able to hear.”

He reached into his pocket and got out some industrial foam ear plugs, “If this becomes too much, your safe word is – Little Oak. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir” She acknowledged him.

He rolled the foam, tapering it, and placed it in each of her ears. The foam expanded and returned back to its natural state. It made a good seal. For good measure, Jake also found some heavy duty shooting headphones in the chest and he placed them on her head. She would not be able to hear anything at all now.

He stood back to look at her.  Safira was blindfold, tied face up, spread eagled on the bed and with ear plugs and headphones on her ears. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t see, she couldn’t hear – all she could do was feel sensations and taste. 

The only sound in Safira’s ears was her quickened breaths and the beats of her racing heart. She was sexually aroused and was waiting in excited anticipation for what was to come.

Jake smiled to himself as he undressed completely and took a look in the toy box he saw in the corner of the room. He was bound to find something interesting.

Going through Brandy’s toy box, Jake found just the thing he was looking for. A Rampant Rabbit vibrator, shocking pink and around 6 inches long and slightly curved at the tip.  At the base was a band of beads that circled and ground together, a killer for deep insertion.

But what made this vibrator different was the rabbit ears that could vibrate either side of the clitoris, sending the lady in question wild.  No red blooded woman should be without one… or so he had heard.

He placed it on the table and looked for other items. He found a slender, smaller vibrator that would suit his needs. Looking at the row of lotions and lubes he selected a bottle of ID glide lube. He spotted a fur glove and tried it on. He rubbed his chest and decided this would suit his needs. He placed all the items on a tray and placed it by the bed.

“One last thing,” he thought and hoped Brandy’s ice bucket was full. He lifted the top, it was full. He brought the bucket to the bed. Looking down on Safira she lay quiet, breathing deeply.

She was waiting nervously in anticipation in her dark, silent world, wondering what Jake was up to.
He leaned over, careful not to bump the bed and then tickled her sides hard. She bucked violently off the bed, startled by his presence.

“Little oak. Little oak,” Safira shrieked, “I’m very ticklish. Please, no more, I beg you Sir,” she tested her restraints for the first time.

Jake chuckled softly and slowly undid the bows on her basque, working down from her cleavage to her waist. She felt his fingers slowly pulling at the bows. It opened and fell useless on the bed, exposing her torso and freeing her naked breasts to his gaze. Her body reacted to him undressing her. Desire and lust flooded to her sex. She was throbbing and aching with her need for him. Her breasts and body wanted and needed his touch so, so much.

He put on the fur glove and grazed her arm lightly. She flinched. He stroked her belly in light quick circles then began a trip around her body.
Safira felt something soft and pleasant, exploring her body, teasing her, titillating her and tantalising her. It felt so good. She writhed in her binds and moaned, wanting more. She raised her body in a vein effort to make the touch harder, wanting harder fondles as well as the soft caresses.

Jake teased. He started at her right inner thigh, he stroked the fur against her soft skin, stopping where her nylons began then around the outer thigh across her belly to the left thigh, then her arms pausing in the inner elbow area for special attention. Moving to her breasts, he stroked them with the glove, Safira moaned in delight. He could feel her heart racing.

He suddenly stopped and stood back. Safira’s heart rate was rocketing. Her body and mind was screaming out with unfulfilled need.

She groaned in frustration, “Jake, what are you doing to me?”

Her body tensed waiting for him to do something. He let a minute or two pass and enjoyed her nude body and nervous tension. 

He picked up an ice cube and another for his mouth, clenching it over her belly. He let it melt and let a drop hit her stomach.  She felt the ice cold droplets on her. Her body reacted in goose bumps and shivers. Safira gasped, startled as more cold drops hit her thighs, then her breasts. He grabbed another cube and placed it on her belly button to melt. He placed another against her nipple. It hardened from the cold, then burned, then went numb.

Safira whimpered in discomfort but the tenseness was gone, she was lost in her sightless, quiet world. While the cubes melted, Jake chewed on ice so his tongue was as icy cold as the heart of the devil himself.

He tested the temperature of his tongue on his arm. “Perfect,” he smiled.

[Stone]

Her voice was a whisper, her lips dry as her breathing sped up. The anticipation was becoming the master of her body. A pleading look in her eyes as she reconnected them with his, her head turning slightly away as he stepped in, overpowered with the look in his eyes. Titus smiled again, placed his finger over the lips of her mouth and moved his hand with the egg down her body. The smooth exterior of the egg travelled over her pelvis, making her legs tremble. Her body leaned against the table to support her, thrusting her pussy towards him.

Her eyes widened as he pressed the egg against her entrance, her mouth opened and let out a clenched gasp, her eyes closing firmly, trying to endure the increasing pressure against her sex. Her labia started to fold open, around the egg, touching his digits as he pushed the oval shape inside her. The resistance of her channel was strong as he pushed the egg through her opening, then the sudden deep sigh of relief as it passed through and slipped inside her body. It nestled inside her channel.

“I’m going to enjoy you tonight Brandy,” Titus promised.

He leaned in and kissed her full on her mouth, pressing his tongue through her lips and claiming hers, chasing it through her mouth with his. As suddenly as he invaded her mouth, he withdrew his tongue from her warm cavity, stepped back and leaving her shaking against the table. The receiver of the egg clipped to her stocking, the little wire stringing downwards from between her lips, her face flushed and red, her eyes glazed over.

“Pull your panties back up, The Collaring Ceremony is about to start.” Titus ordered as he heard an announcement for guests to take their places.

Titus turned his back to her, held out his hand and waited for her fingers to slip into his, feeling her body pressed against his shoulder and hip. He turned his head and looked at her face, her eyes locking in with his immediately, a soft smile of acceptance on her face.

“I’m yours, Titus.” Brandy whispered.

Holding, his hand, they walked back through the corridors to the Great Hall. Brandy felt the weight of the egg inside her vagina, secretly sitting, waiting to be awoken by the remote control in Titus’s pocket. The thought and feel of it teased her body as she walked, building the anticipation and naughty thoughts in her mind and bodily responses. The unfamiliar feel of the little wire that hung from between her legs and the receiver on her stocking tops only served to tease her more as they brushed against her inner thighs.

Her pussy flooded with natural lubricant and she felt it had started to seep and dampen her panties.  She glanced at Titus and wondered, if he actually knew the state of excitement he was keeping her body in. The answer to her brain was almost immediate – “Of course he does, he has the control and power to make you orgasm without even touching you, anytime he wants to, in public or otherwise as he watches!”

That thought nearly sent her into sexual overdrive and a groan escaped her lips. “Someone told me once – Banana Slugs – Big, grotesque, slimy – focus girl focus,” She fought to control her desire. It started to work and then the slugs began to turn into long shiny lubricated penises and her body was zoomed back up to full-on sexual tension, aching to be fulfilled.  She searched desperately for something else to focus on!

They entered the crowded Great Hall.  A submissive was standing obediently at the front of the Great Alter. The collaring ceremony was due to begin.

The Ice House Head Submissive, Tomas, was being given the great honour of belonging to his Miss Crystelle by wearing her collar and becoming part of her family with her other submissives.  Brandy knew him and was so pleased for him. He had worked so hard in the Ice House and taken his duties very seriously. 

As an unexpected Dungeon owner, he had helped her in several tasks and guided her too in their ways so she would not fall fowl of their traditions and strict discipline rules.  For that alone, Brandy would always be grateful and feel a fondness and affection for him.

She truly felt honoured, that she was a guest at such an important ceremony for him and for her friend, Crystelle.

The guests waited patiently and then the ceremony began and was conducted with sincerity.

A string quartet played beautiful music as Tomas, waited for his Mistress to make her entrance. Tomas was dressed formally in a dress shirt, black trousers and jacket. He did not wear a tie though. His neck was free of any restriction. He was standing straight, hands clasped at the front, head bowed.

The guests sat in organised lines, all placed strategically around the room so they had a good view of the Alter.

Then the music changed and Crystelle stood at the back of the hall. She looked magnificent and like the Queen Domme she was. She was dressed in a tight leather and studded costume that showed off her long bare legs and thigh high leather boots. The front was laced up like a corset, pushing up her large breasts. She wore a flowing cloak fastened on from the shoulders and a riding crop in her hand.

She strode down the centre of the room and stood in front of Tomas, who immediately dropped to his knees, eyes and head, still bowed to the floor.
Janine moved forward to conduct the ceremony.  She was dressed as a high priestess, with a sexy leather one piece, high heeled boots, a flowing cape and magnificent head dress. She placed a leather studded collar on the Alter and a chained lead with a black leather handle. Then she addressed the crowd and announced this was a special occasion for Miss Crystelle and Tomas. They were to be bound in love, trust and understanding of each other’s needs. She unravelled the scroll, the creed that both were to affirm to and then she read out the written agreement.
Both the Domme and Submissive gave solemn promise to their creed and the contract for which they both agreed.  They spoke clearly in their vows to each other and with sincere meaning.

Crystelle’s voice then rang out,   “By giving this collar I agree, to love, cherish, protect, pleasure and punish you for any disobediences. You will belong to me Tomas.”

Janine then gave instruction for Tomas to speak. “By accepting this collar I agree to love, honour, obey, cherish and pleasure My Mistress Crystelle. I am yours.”

Brandy and many of the guests were deeply moved by the depth of their feelings to each other and were amazed as it was not all that dissimilar to couples getting married in a church.

Janine then passed the collar to Crystelle and she placed it around his neck as he knelt before her, his Mistress, neck outstretched.  Then she was given the lead to latch on to him. 

When this was completed, they turned to the guests.  Both looked happy and radiant.
It was a poignant moment.

Brandy leaned in to Titus, with tears of joy for her friends, Mistress and Submissive. She was glad of Titus’s strength and his nearness suddenly.  “Isn’t that beautiful?” She whispered to him.  He smiled at her and then flicked on the switch of the remote control in his pocket.

She felt the vibrations of the egg inside and her eyes widened as she bit her lip. “Not here, not now,” she begged but all he did was smile at her.

Everyone then broke out into spontaneous applause as Crystelle lead her collared submissive around the room on his knees for everyone to offer their congratulations.

The Bar was reopened and guests were served once more. The quartet began to play more music.
Brandy’s eyes glazed a little as her pussy hummed and flooded.

Jake and Safira were also moved and honoured at seeing such a collaring ceremony. They had never witnessed anything like it before. As the ceremony ended, Jake however, was eager to take the opportunity to take Safira to Brandy’s dungeon. At an appropriate interval, he grabbed Safira’s hand and they crept slowly to the exit leading to the dungeons. Then slipped through and made their exit unnoticed.

Safira’s heart rate beat fast with excitement as Jake lead her to Brandy’s harem. He held her hand and walked with a determination, she hadn’t seen often. Jake was confident, took control and was a little arrogant. The female goddess in her was doing back flips in appreciation. The guy was so hot!

Jake opened the door and motioned for Safira to enter “After you my love.” Shutting the door, Jake removed his jacket and placed it on the wall hook.

They entered the room. It was so beautiful and had obviously been decorated with sex and lust in mind, catering for both the sensual and naughty play.

They were alone now. Safira’s excitement level rose, wondering what he intended to do, especially when he took his jacket off.

They sat on the bed. Jake removed their eye masks and looked Safira in the eye “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

She nodded and leaned in to kiss him “Just not too rough ok?” Jake nodded in agreement. She trusted him completely.

His demeanour changed in a heartbeat as he took on the role of a Dominant, a pure alpha male.

He spoke with a firm tone in his voice, “From this moment, you will address me as Sir”

Safira held back a laugh as she looked at him.

His eyes widened, “Stand up.”

She obeyed him.

“Remove your dress.”

She obeyed him.

She saw immediately he was pleased with her attire. His anniversary surprise.  She had on a very sexy black lacy basque, sheer in places, barely hiding what lay beneath. Ties and bows held the modesty of her breasts in place and pushed them up a little for an impressive cleavage. The material next to her skin not only looked sexy but felt very sensuous and clung to her rib cage and tummy. The matching tanga briefs, with ties at the sides, and stockings and suspenders finished the sexy look, of a woman who very much wanted to tease and titillate her man.

The gleam in his eye caused her body to respond and desire began to unfurl and spread. She felt her breasts tingle and peak and the warmth flushed in between her legs.

Jake took his time looking her over and then spoke again,  “Now come here. Lean over my lap.”

She obeyed him.

“Pull your panties down!”

She obeyed him.

She bent over his knee and then took her panties down to her knees, presenting him with her bared bottom. Her desire rose to an even higher scale.
Jake wound up and gave her a good smack on her bottom.

“OUCH! Easy Jay” Safira exclaimed.

He smacked her ass again, “Hey! That smarts!”

The first stinging slap was shocking and yet surprisingly, she was sexually stimulated by it. She gasped at the shock.

Jake smacked her again “Address me properly,” he stated calmly.”

She remembered and said obediently, “Yes sir.”

The second and third smacks on her bottom, showed Jake was demanding her obedience and she acquiesced and called him Sir, which now seemed fitting somehow. He was her Master here and she was his submissive partner.

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Jake turned to look at her. She was very pretty and dressed in a beautiful midnight blue evening gown. She was wearing a matching collar. The zip at the back of the dress would allow for her to easily step out of it and he wondered idly what she had on underneath it.  She stood quietly once her invitation was delivered.

Jake smiled at her and teased, “You mean I can shackle you to that naked and spank you?” He gestured towards the Wheel.

Her eyes had lowered after initially inviting him and remained on the floor, showing her submissive status.
“If you wish, Sir,” she answered.

Jake suddenly felt quite important at the respect she was showing him as she stood there, head bowed.
“And what else am I invited to do?” he asked her, getting a glimpse in to this private and exclusive world of The Ice House and the power that Masters and Mistresses have over their slaves.

“If you mean can you fuck her on the wheel, then yes you can,” The Mistress of the dungeon said as she entered. The servant went to her and knelt beside her obediently as her Mistress stroked her hair.

It was Janine who he had spoken to a few minutes earlier and Jake chuckled at his friend.

“Are you tempted Jake?” Janine laughed with him.

“You have no idea,” Jake replied.  “Is it handmade?” He asked, changing the subject and touching the carvings on the wheel.

“Yes, I had it made in Africa and shipped here,” The Mistress replied. “You can look round the other dungeons too. I recommend you try the swing.
One of my other pets is demonstrating that tonight as well.”

“And can I fuck her too?” Jake’s mind was incredulous at the thought.

“Oh, I would insist. And anywhere you wanted. She has been duly prepared,” Janine teased him, referring to her three body orifices. She sensed and enjoyed his shock as her words sank in. 
“Please feel free to look around here and the other open dungeons.  I hope we will see you later,” Miss Janine teased him as she leashed her servant and finished her sentence with a loud, “Without clothes.” 

Then he was left alone with the wheel and St Andrews Cross wondering at her wicked words.

He saw the other dungeons open and people looking around, so he too wandered from dungeon to dungeon. He saw stocks, pillories, crosses and devices he had no clue to the function. He saw various instruments; paddles and canes; handcuffs, swings and a million different whips. He saw that some of the equipment had submissives assigned to them for the guests to try and use as they wished.
He was amazed at some of the items and the thought that had gone into tonight’s preparations.

He found a side door that lead up to a small enclosed courtyard and stepped into the warm night air. He lit a smoke and thought of the things he had seen and heard.  An idea began to form in his head and it grew bigger as he enjoyed the tranquillity of his drink and cigarette.

He eventually crushed out his smoke, tossed the butt in the can by the door and headed back to the party.  He spotted his boss and good friend, Brandy and approached her from behind. She was chatting with Safira, Titus and others. Jake tapped Brandy’s shoulder and asked if he could have a word.

She turned to him and smiled, “Of course.”

As Jake took Brandy’s attention, Safira asked Titus if he was looking forward to the night ahead. He smiled at her and she saw an excited gleam in his eye as he looked at Brandy.  “I am. Are you? He asked.

“I am. It's a bit exciting. I've never been to a ceremony or party like this before. I'm glad, I have Jake with me and friends like you and Brandy close by,” Safira laughed.

Jake grinned at Brandy and said, “I’d like a favour if I may. Any chance Safira and I can use your harem room later?”

“Sure,” Brandy smiled, “Feel free, but it might get a little crowded later on,” she smirked wickedly.

Jake chuckled at that thought, thanked her and joined Safira at her side. He took her hand and turned her so he was looking right into her sea green eyes.

“Do you trust me?” he asked seductively.

Safira looked puzzled at the question and replied, “Of course I do Silly.”

“No, do you really, really trust me,” Jake asked again and explained his idea. She listened tentatively and her eyes widened and gleamed. An excitement unfurled in her tummy. Then she nodded.

Jake screamed silently “Yes,” and was jubilant at her nodding head. Then he whispered aloud, “That’s all I need to see and hear,” and kissed her forehead. 

Safira blushed as his idea sank to every corner of her brain and to every cell in her body.

Titus pulled Brandy to a more secluded corner of the room, away from the group talking. He wanted to kiss her again. He lowered his head to Brandy’s. She sensed a shift in Titus’s inner self, maybe going even as deep as his very soul.

He had a strength and confidence that wasn’t quite as evident as before. A determination in his kiss that stated his intentions of claiming this woman, Brandy, as his.

His tongue teased her and invaded her mouth, taking and leaving her in no doubt of his desire.

She felt his grip tighten on her waist, and then his hand, moved up , fanning out on her lower back pulling her closer to him. His other hand cupped the back of her head. He gripped and pulled her hair a little, controlling her movement.

She responded to him, excited by this change.  His lips moved against hers. His tongue ignited the passionate woman inside her.  Her body came alive and she felt his interest as his cock stirred against her tummy. Their bodies ground together a little.  Brandy’s breath caught as his kiss deepened and became stronger.  Her body flushed and became soft and compliant to his seduction.

Titus ended the kiss, tenderly, but the warning of what lurked beneath had been given. He moved his lips to her ear, nuzzling her gently and stated “I am going to fuck you tonight.”

Excited, Brandy’s eyes widen and she blushed. Butterflies summersaulted in her tummy. A warmth descended throughout her body. In silent answer, the primitive, female animal inside emitted pheromones to tantalise the senses of the man uttering such words of promise.
Brandy wanted this man, and, he knew she was his for the taking.

She reached for another flute of champagne as a servant with a tray passed by and nervously took a sip in a futile attempt to settle her reeling senses.

“Would you like a tour of the place?”  Brandy asked, hoping her voice didn’t betray the strong attraction she had for him and quite forgetting that she had already shown him around once.

“I would like that very much,” Titus smiled. He hadn’t forgotten.

He took her hand and indicated that she lead the way. They made their way to the end of the hall to the sprawling corridors that lead to private and empty dungeons.

“Are the dungeons all occupied?” he asked.

“I don’t believe so.  Some are taken, some are waiting to be occupied and some are empty. There are some for display purposes tonight, for the ceremony, to show the kind of equipment that is used for sexual pleasure,” Brandy answered and then grinned wickedly, “And for pain too, if that’s your thing. There are even demonstrative submissions for guests to try out.”

As they made their way through the stone walled corridors, they passed some submissive slaves of both sexes, placed in specific places. They stood on display in silent obedience, much like statues in a great mansion.  Some were naked except for collar and leads, some were dressed in various leather and chain costumes, and some wore chastity belts and cock cages.

Brandy pointed out the dungeons belonging to Crystelle and other friends of hers.

Titus appeared thoughtful, “And how would one apply for one of those empty dungeons?”  He asked.

“I’m not sure. Mine was a gift.  I believe prospective Doms or Mistresses could put an application for one to Crysti and her management to consider.
They would then decide whether to formally invite that person to become a member of the Ice House or not.”  Brandy answered, “I believe this place is considered very exclusive and one of the best for the BDSM kink.  To be offered a dungeon here is considered a great honour.”

Titus was thoughtful again and they arrived at a display dungeon and looked at the various sex toys and contraptions. Titus appeared to recognise some not familiar to Brandy and answered some of her questions. They picked some up, feeling the textures and speaking of incidents where they may be used.

Titus moved in close behind Brandy, brushing his body against her as she examined a vibrating egg. He looked at it over her shoulder, his fingers moved over hers mirroring the stroking action on the egg. He caressed it and her hand suggestively. Sexual tension filled the room around them.
He nuzzled her ear and said, “I want you to wear it. I want to put it inside you. I want you to wear it in the Great Hall with all the other guests. I want to be the only one who knows it’s there and…“ He smiled picking up the remote control, “I want to keep the remote control.”

Brandy swallowed, as once again her body responded to his very wicked words. He switched it on and she felt the egg vibrate in their hands.
Titus smiled. He felt her body go soft against him as the egg started to vibrate on her palm. A soft moan escaped her lips as his words sank in and she imagined it placed in her body. The spot light above them caught the egg in its glow making it their focal point in the room. He wrapped his arm around Brandy and started to move her further into the dungeon, finding the room to open up at the back with a table in the centre.

As they reached the table, Titus took the egg from her hand, shutting off the vibrations and turned her in his arms. Then he took a step back and let his eyes drift over her body, mentally peeling her clothes off her sensuous body. He saw the spark in her eyes, one of excitement and anxiousness, but no refusal. On the contrary, her look invited him, almost daring him to rip the clothes off her body and take her there on the spot.

But not yet.

“Lift up your dress.”

Titus’s voice was commanding, leaving her no room for any other action but to comply, locking her eyes in with his. Her hands drifted down her body, grabbing her dress and inching it up her legs and over her hips. She trembled slightly, partly aroused, partly nervous, seeing a new side of him, she had never seen before.

Titus stepped forward, hooked his fingers into the slender straps around her hips and pulled her panties down, exposing her womanhood. He had not seen her sex before and he admired her red pubic strip and puffy moist lips. He let his hand slide up the inside of her thigh and cupped her sex with the palm of his hand. He felt her tremble when he tested her wetness with his fingers. As he pressed, he felt her lips fold back and she moved to guide him to her warm and moist entrance.

Titus smiled.

She looked into his eyes as he brought his fingers to his lips and tasted her desire. Slowly he licked the tips clean before slipping them inside his mouth one by one. His lips curled around them as he savoured her taste.

Yes. Tonight she would be his.

Titus stepped in close and pressed his body against her, reaching behind her and taking the egg in his hand. His other hand slowly slid up her arm, over her neck and shoulder, brushing her cheek with his thumb.

“Titus.” She breathed his name standing there. Dress hitched up, panties at her knees and pussy exposed while he was fully clothed in his tuxedo. His crotch brushed her bare vagina, purposefully as reached for the egg.   

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With a smile on his face Titus took her hand and brought it upwards, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her wrist, a brush of lips, closing his eyes for a moment as he took in the delicate perfume on her skin. Reluctantly he released her hand, her fingers smooth and soft, warm and delicate in his strong fingers.

“Brandy, you look stunning tonight, very beautiful, sensual and sexy.” Titus complimented her.

She smiled at him, blushing a little as she gracefully accepted his praise. When he spoke, his voice was deep and the words invisibly caressed her body. The heat in the room seemed to rise and she found it difficult to control her breathing.  Brandy grew warm and she flushed with feminine desire. She wondered if he even realised the effect he had on her.

Titus turned to focus on the Alter, “I really admire the handiwork that was done on this centre piece. This marble comes from Italy I think, hewn and sanded by hand.

“Look at how smooth the surface is.” He spoke softly to her.

Slowly he let his hands slide over the table, following the veins of white in the black marble, as if tracing the curves of a woman. The table top so was smooth and polished, it mirrored their profiles. The soft touch of Brandy leaning in to him and following the trail of his fingers with her eyes was very pleasant.

She watched him fascinated as his hand glided slowly over the black marble. His sexy voice resonated in the background. She was not really listening to his words, just the very sexy tone of it.

She was mesmerised by the slow caress of his hand. It invoked naughty images of that hand stroking the naked back of a woman lying face down on a bed in front of him.

Titus tilted his head and smiled, stepped back and slid his arms around her, taking her hand in his and guiding it over the table. He let her feel the smooth rounded edges, the cool touch of the surface and the heaviness of the stone.

A shiver ran down his spine as he felt Brandy push her body back into him a little, letting him know that she was there and welcoming his embrace. They both felt the strong pull of sensual attraction as it washed over them.

She licked her lips and stepped back to be closer to him. His aftershave tantalised her slightly flaring nostrils, to deeply breathe in, more of him.
“This table reminds me of something that I built years ago. A special piece of furniture that would fit in this room, not as a centre piece, but in one of the niches at the sides, or in a dungeon. Made of wood though. I am enchanted with wood.” Titus said softly.

Brandy turned in Titus’s arms, facing him, her body resting against him. Her sparkling eyes looked up at him and she smiled.
He smiled back and her attention was drawn to his lips, his white teeth and his tongue moving slightly. She was lost as he put his arms around her. She had to lean into him.  She had a compelling need for his body to brush against hers.
She spoke to try and distract herself from this man’s overwhelming aura.

“Have you taken a look around this place yet? It’s pretty big with a number of dungeons that are quite extraordinary.”

“No, this is my first time here actually. I’ve heard lots about it, but this is the first time I have set foot in this place. It is amazing. It makes me feel…” his voice trailed.

Titus didn’t finish.

Brandy wondered at the sentence left hanging. It was as though he remembered something in his deep dark past.

This place had done something to Titus and deep down inside something started to twist and turn, a deep slumber slowly fading, the aftermath of a long hibernation. It had been a long time since he had felt this alive, so vibrant, so self-assured. Yet at the same time that old oppressive little voice popped up in his head and whispered warnings in unheard echoes in his mind. For a moment he felt dizzy, his head started to spin with the struggle developing in his head. He shrugged his shoulders, took a sip of his whiskey and concentrated on Brandy again, for a moment there he had been lost in a different world.

As he sipped his whiskey Brandy found herself watching him again intently as he lifted that glass to his mouth and the subsequent swallow in his throat. His Adam apple bobbled up and down so sexily.

She sensed a difference in him down here, in this room, something strong, something authoritative, an alpha male, and her female instinct responded. She liked this change in him.

“I wouldn’t mind a tour if you would be my guide. I understand you have your own dungeon here?” Titus asked.

He saw that sparkle in her eyes again, for the shortest of moments, but confirming what he had seen before. Unsure of what that sparkle meant, he let the moment slip and unconsciously wrapped his arms around Brandy and pulled her tighter against him and kissed her spontaneously on her cheek.
The sudden kiss was unexpected and a little groan escaped her lips. Her eyes shut, enjoying the briefest moment of when his lips touched her skin.
They walked round the Great Hall and Brandy saw him look stunned at the sight of the chair that she had chosen to be discreetly placed in her Dungeon. It had been stored in The Bar’s cellars for months until Crystelle asked for it to be moved to The Ice House.  It seemed a more fitting environment.

She wondered if he knew its history.

In the same moment, Titus thought, ‘The Chair! How did that get here?’  He was shocked to see it in The Ice House.

Baffled he looked at the heavy, mahogany piece of furniture along the far end of the room. He saw the submissives approach it, escaping the gaze of the guests as they carried it to another destination. Time seemed to stand still as he was rushed back into the past and washed over with memories and intense feelings.

Titus could almost feel his hands slide over the wood again, working patiently, shaping the chair bit by bit until it had its perfect form. Made for the woman he had given his heart to. The first to draw out the man that was hidden deep inside of him.

He had worked for weeks to make the wood smooth as silk, find the perfect leather to cover the beautiful wood with. He chiselled, shaved and sanded the wooden parts to fit perfectly together.

The chair was a tribute to her, celebrating her for shaping him into the man he was today, showing her the depth of his feelings for her. Carefully she had unlocked the shackles that kept him bound, buried deep in the core of his being, waiting for the right one to set him free.
That first night he strapped her down, she had submitted completely to the man she had awakened and brought to bloom.

That night Titus claimed her, made her his woman and attached her soul to his. A bond that seemed unbreakable. The connection they made that night was overwhelmingly strong. He had let all inhibitions and restraints fall from him, letting out the powerful Master that he didn’t even know had existed in him.

She was taken, again and again in the tidal wave of lust and passion he washed over and demanded of her.  She gave herself freely and willingly to still his feverish hunger, feeding on his passion to still the hidden need inside of her. 

But when the exhausting night turned to day and she awoke, she was unable to withstand the strength of what had happened. She gave him back the collar that he had put around her neck. The morning after strapping her to the chair and taking her as his, she was gone.  Gone forever, too overwhelmed.

‘He’ disappeared after that, going into hibernation.

But tonight Titus had felt His presence again, a stirring in his core, awakened by the atmosphere in the Ice House. Almost forgotten and welcomed with a frown. Something here had nudged Him and He was opening his eyes, lazily stretching out and yawning after being dormant for so long.
Titus and Brandy wandered into the corridors and nearby dungeons and looked at some of the equipment on display. They touched and commented on some of the items and smiled at each other. Their eyes connecting now and then, flirting in their subconscious.

Titus felt it in the atmosphere. There was something about this place and something about the woman next to him. He felt her eyes on him as soon as he stepped in to The Great Hall, and now, walking beside her through The Ice House, her presence and closeness stirred the desire in him.
Lost in thought, Titus followed Brandy’s lead and commented on the items she pointed at, the words flowing knowledgably from his mouth quite unconsciously. The world he had kept buried for so long.

Flashes of the past kept showing him the images of that first night and he relived the same strength as he felt then.
The soft touch of Brandy’s arm brought him back to the present, almost walking in to her as she stopped to listen.
A singer had broken out in song. It came from the Great Hall. He stepped in next to her, turned his head and smiled, then focused his attention to the song, shrugging off the fog of the past and finding root in the present

They had reached the Great Hall and listened to the end of the song. Titus watched the singer step back to his earned place, obediently looking to the floor next to his Domme. Applause cascaded through the room, then faded slowly away. Guests started chatting again after a few moments of silence, the tension had heightened. A submissive was to have a collaring ceremony this night.

A hint of Brandy’s perfume drifted up to Titus’s nose and he wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her soft body against him. He let her feel his strength and determination as he gave in to the urge that lingered inside him since she joined him at the marble altar.

Slowly he leaned in, locking her eyes with his and followed a direct path to her lips. Moist and warm, he laid his lips on hers and kissed her. The touch of his mouth on hers clearly stated his intentions, expecting her to answer his kiss and not accepting a refusal. Her body was already pressed tight against him, her lips parting slightly and he claimed the room given, slipping his tongue through her lips.
Brandy’s heart rate rocketed as he kissed her.

He passionately, directed the movements of their tongues as they danced together. He felt her body go soft in his arms and the stir in his loins turned to a sea of waves, rolling and crashing inside his core. The feeling was overpowering, tugging on his restraints, sending a rush of adrenaline and testosterone through his veins.

He was awake!

Jake had joined Safira and the other guests and chatted pleasantly.  Soon though, he began to feel restless and was eager to see the layout of The Ice House. It wasn’t often this place was open in all its glory to non- members and he wanted to take full advantage of his invite.
He whispered to Safira, “I’m going to take a stroll around The Icehouse and take in the dungeons.”  Safira nodded and continued to talk to one of the guests in the group.

Jake went to the open bar and ordered another gin and tonic and then headed for the dungeons that were open to guests that night.
He saw one of the patrons of the bar he knew, Janine, a Domme here in The Ice House. He chatted to her and enquired permission to take a look around her dungeon. She smiled and permitted him to look round giving him the necessary directions.  He followed them, seeing other groups of people looking round in wonder too.

He entered the corridors that were lit with the fire lanterns on long sticks. He also thought it strangely medieval.  The naked and semi naked submissives in chains and collars displayed on round stands, stood like statues. He looked more closely at them to see if they were breathing. He was fascinated that they had allowed themselves to be decorations for the night. 

He wandered on and arrived at Janine’s dungeon and marvelled at the wheel and cross. He admired the intricate craftsmanship and shuddered at the shackles. 

A servant of the dungeon suddenly approached him, “Excuse me Sir, I am a demonstrative submissive, if you wish you can try this after the ceremony,” she stated. “My Mistress has instructed me to take care of guests and show them how this wheel and cross is used.”

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Tommy Ramone R.I.P.

Now you can jam with the angels and drum the rhythm  with all your bandmates and  our very special friend and drummer jcm0824.

Look after each other.

God Bless you both.

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FOXYROXXY –   A wonderful Birthday to you.

 

Love and best birthday wishes,

Stone & Jayc  xxx

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAYC

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You got … meeeeeeee

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Wrapped however you want me darling.  :-* :-* :-*

Hope your day was filled with all you wished for … and me too as soon as…

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Not Lover, just me.

Next will be Jayc,  if he has recovered from pulling his hair out.   He's had PC problems.

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Thank you jcm0824  for the red car.  That will do very nicely and I'm sure I will leave all the other drivers behind  in it.

I just need Adraste  to  shine on me and  hope my name is pulled out for a red car.

Good Luck everyone, may the best colour win.  :

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