This story contains graphic BDSM scenes. It is intended for Mature Audiences, reader discretion is advised
A/N: I am back my lovelies. I'm letting you know that I'm coming back like H.A.M. (If you don't know what that means check out Jay-Z and Kanye West's colloboration) Also, I am expecting a review from every one who reads this chapter. Here's to great things in 2011.
PS... Paragraph 3 has a hidden message to my fans... :-) MUAH!
Disclaimer: All Characters belong to Stephenie adopted from Danie-SweeterThanSour. I'm continuing the debauchery.
Tonight was special and I chose to dress with care. My fitted black silk shirt and pants molded to my body like a second skin. My instrument of choice was the cat o' nine tails. My leather wrapped birch rod baton had nine black hemp cords that were about two and a half feet long. They were knotted at the end to provide just enough bite to get my point across should I choose to wield it.
I carefully calculated the timing of my entrance, into the playroom, to be just before everyone's anticipation turned to annoyance. I was pleased to see Kitten and the two male slaves already in position with their heads downcast, legs spread wide and their hands cuffed in leather restraints behind their backs. The three of them were huddled close together, not enough to be touching, but close enough to be able to draw silent support from one another.
"I am pleased to see that you all have returned to continue your training. I trust that your first teambuilding exercise was beneficial to you all and I can see that it yielded the desired results. I know that it seems as if a tremendous amount of time has passed since the last time we were all together, but time, plus denial makes the anticipation of what we do here, that much greater and stronger when we do meet again. Just knowing that you were all eagerly awaiting for this day to arrive makes me smile."
I circled them like a shark in the ocean and they were all wounded prey, but instead of blood, I could smell the arousal pouring off of them in waves. I stopped momentarily to take a deep breath before continuing to weave between them. The heady smell was intoxicating, like the scent of roses after a mid-summer's day rain.
"Hmmm." I exhaled.
"Now, I know that I shouldn't have to remind you, but being the gracious Master that I am, I will. You are to be completely submissive to whatever dominant you are paired with while in this room, until the scene has ended. They are more than just your Master or your Mistress. He or she, while with you, will be your lover, your guide, and your protector. During the next few weeks you live to serve and please them. If you do not please them fully, or if you fail to follow their orders with precision you will be disciplined. If you do not behave correctly or move quickly enough, you will be disciplined. As you know, we can be very creative in our choice of punishments, and while it may not seem that way to you, it is always fair. You are here to take care of their sexual needs, urges, and anything else they require you to do. In turn they will satisfy your every need and will continue to push your limits."
"Are there any questions?"
I was greeted with silence.
"No? Good."
"Now it's time for a pop quiz, to see how well you having been studying the materials that were provided to you. What are the rules while we are at play in the Dark Whisper?"
I flicked the cat against Emmett's unsuspecting back, "One."
"Master, I am to respond to all questions and commands with Master, yes Master or no Master and Mistress, yes Mistress or no Mistress."
"Very good," I scoffed, expecting nothing less than a correct answer.
"Two." I whipped the cat across Kitten's left shoulder the tails ending in a tight row across her breast, several of them striking her nipple, causing the already protruding bud to stiffen further.
She sucked in a breath that sounded something akin to a reverse hiss. "Master, I am to request permission to speak unless spoken to."
"Three," I whipped her right shoulder in equal fashion knowing that they all thought that I was going to move on to Edward. I flipped the cat deftly and caught it so that I could use the handle to rub her nipples.
She bit her lip and tried to stifle the moan that threatened to slip through. She trembled slightly before answering. "Master, I am not allowed to cum, nor participate in activities that lead to orgasm, without permission."
"I do believe our little Kitten is developing into somewhat of a pain slut. Rose you may have to explore this further should you so desire."
Rosalie's feigned expression of boredom failed to hide the spark of interest my suggestion induced.
"Four." I skipped Edward a second time and went back to Emmett striking him so that the cat left perfect red 'Xs' across his back.
"Fuck," he whispered, almost, almost indiscernible to my keen sense of hearing. He stood a little bit straighter on his knees before answering. "Master, you do not like to be challenged, questioned, or disobeyed."
"Why?" I struck him again, this time conspicuously harder, letting him know that his little slip of the tongue did not go unnoticed.
"Master, submitting means giving your all to your Master or Mistress, to do so signifies my willingness to go above and beyond, even if it hurts."
"Excellent." I punctuated my pleasure by again whipping his back so that the marks were again evenly matched and distributed. I was equally satisfied when Emmett didn't flinch or move a muscle.
I walked behind Edward and stood. The tension elevated several notches as I acknowledged the white elephant in the room. "Edward, there's no reason for you to miss out on the fun."
"Five," I flicked the cat so that the tails landed down his torso, the knots pinging off of his silver cock restraint.
"Master, other rules may be added by the Master or Mistress as he, she, or they please." He answered loudly, relishing in the attention that I bestowed upon him.
Not wanting to disappoint him. I stuck him again on the opposite side. "Six?"
"Master, I will communicate openly and honestly."
This time I grabbed a hand full of his coppery tresses and snatched his head back so that he was forced to look directly at me. "Why is this important?"
His green eyes blazed. "Master, my dominant wants to know all about me. My feelings are of the utmost importance to them. By openly and honestly communicating I am enabling them with the tools they need to be a good and strong dominant who is willing to safely push my limits, provide mutual pleasure and guidance while under their command."
"Perfect." Still grasping his hair, I bent over him, licked my tongue across his lips, pulling back before he could fully enjoy it. The disappointment was clearly evident in his eyes when I released him.
Keep them guessing, keep them wanting. I smirked as I returned to my spot in front of the room.
I crossed my arms and looked over the three of them and noticed a light sheen of sweat coating their bodies, ethereally glistening under the lights. The view made my dick harden inside my pants, causing the material to stretch and pull taut against me, in a valiant and successful effort to restrain the growing bulge.
"Now the seventh final rule, together, so that I am sure you all understand."
"Master, if we intentionally or unintentionally break one of the rules, we will be punished in some way." They answered in unison.
"You make me so proud." I commended them, all the while stroking the handle of my cat o' nine tails lasciviously.
"Tonight you must remember that it's not about you. Tonight you are here for one reason and for one reason only, for your Master's or Mistresses' pleasure. You will be requested to do things that do not always benefit you or leave you satisfied. Your limits will be tested; you will experience things you only imagined. Your being here tonight shows that you are willing to perform whatever task is commanded of you. Should you succeed you will be rewarded next week, should you fail…" I left the statement purposely unanswered, allowing their imaginations to run rampant.
"The pairings tonight," I began purposely pausing, like a actor on a soap opera, for added effect.
"Edward, you will be providing service to both Mistress Bella and myself. Bella," I acknowledged her for the first time tonight. "Come, get your slave and ready him for tonight's pleasures."
I saw Edward twitch nervously. I'm sure the scenarios his mind conjured up paled in comparison to what Bella had scripted.
"Jasper, this slave will have the responsibility of providing you pleasure." I tapped Emmett on the head. "The only man he has ever known sexually is you and I feel that it is only fitting that he continues to learn under your tutelage." Jasper remained where he was and simply nodded his head in agreement. His eyes were hooded, hiding all of the emotion I would normally see.
"Rosalie, Kitten is being provided to you for your entertainment." I dangled my cat in front of Alice so that the tails bounced in front of her like it was a toy trying to get her attention. She remained stoic. Rosalie came and snapped a rhinestone adorned leather collar attached with a leash around Kitten's neck.
She stood in front of me, her eyes twinkling. She looked like a goddess in her daringly short white linen toga. I grabbed her around the waist, pulled her tightly into me, and kissed her harshly. My hands slipped beneath the garment to grab her deliciously bare ass and ground my erection into her. She returned my kiss with equal ardor. I cruelly bit her lower lip to the point of drawing blood and she granted me permission to ravish her mouth. Our tongues waged a battle for dominance which Rosalie knew all to well, that she would lose. I ended the kiss as soon as she realized it. She pulled back, eyes ablaze and wiped her puffy blood stained lips with the back of her hand, all the while Kitten knelt silently and seemingly unaffected beside us. I handed Rosalie the cat o' nine tails and said aloud the one word that would eventually sum up the entire evening.
"Enjoy."
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