Chapter 27: First Scene at Down Under
"Holy shit," Jose, otherwise known at Down Under as the Bear Cub, muttered. He was standing next to Daddy, otherwise known as the Brown Bear. As soon as the Grey Wolf had entered, holding firmly to Princess Rose's hand, Jose's jaw had dropped. So had BB's… and most of the rest of the crowd, for that matter. Princess Rose was breathtaking, her revealing costume a surprise to everyone. BB and Jose had followed them to the edge of the platform where their scene was about to start.
Christian had timed things perfectly so that he and his new submissive would make an entrance right at 9:00 p.m., when he'd scheduled their scene. They'd arrived about half an hour earlier, but he'd taken Anastasia directly to his private room, which he could access without entering the dungeon. Only BB and Queen Bee knew they were here. They were hidden from all other curious eyes until the time of the event.
Christian had changed clothes once in his private room, so now the Gray Wolf looked the same as always. The gray hoodie covered his head, so none of his copper hair could be seen. The gray mask covered the upper half of his face, so only his mouth was visible. Normally, he didn't need to use his mouth in a scene, as he never kissed his subs or gave them oral. That would not be the case tonight. He would be using his mouth a lot tonight.
Princess Rose was now wearing a plain gray training collar, making it obvious to everyone that she belonged to the Gray Wolf. She also wore a matching ornate tiara and even more ornate mask, as had been her costume from the start, but these new ones contained rose quartz beads that matched the weighted ones in her nipple clamps. Christian was delighted with how his new submissive looked. She was absofuckinglutely perfect, and he didn't hesitate to tell her so.
"You're perfect, Angel," he said. "I'm so fucking proud of you. Look at you, showing off your pretty pink nipples. I knew these nipple clamps would be perfect for you. Are you ready for the whole club to see your tits and ass?"
Anastasia shivered in anticipation. She'd been wanting this since her first night here. She was already wet just thinking about all those eyes on her body. "Yes, Sir," she answered.
"Are you ready for me to claim you as they all watch?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, Sir," she answered. Was she ever! She was thrilled that the Dom of her choice was claiming her tonight in front of everyone. No, this wasn't a claiming ceremony, but they were announcing to everyone that he'd chosen her as his sub. She'd been longing for this night.
"They're going to find out tonight that all the bullshit they believe about me is just that… bullshit." He fingered the collar that he'd buckled around her neck. "You're mine, Princess. I never thought I'd be this happy to see a sub wear my collar. I like this, Princess."
"Me, too, Master," she responded.
"I'm going to punish you first. Do you remember why I'm punishing you?"
"Yes, Sir," she answered ashamedly. "I hired your former submissive to write your biography, then I thought you were an asshole because of how you responded. I was wrong about you, and I was unkind. I deserve to be punished. Please don't take it easy on me, Sir."
"I won't," he responded with a tone of warning. "Remember to use your safe words if you need to," he reminded her. "Don't worry that I'll end things if you safe word. I won't. I'll stop the action that caused you to safe word, that's all."
It pissed Christian off that he now had a reputation, thanks to Elena and those fake women, for terminating contracts if his submissives used their safe words. Only a bad Dom would do such a thing, and he didn't want to be known as a bad Dom. It came down once again to Elena's poor training. His eyes were open now.
"I'm not worried, Sir," Anastasia promised. "I'm ready to accept your punishment."
Christian warned her again, "I've been waiting a year and a half for this, Princess, so you can be for damned sure I'm not going to take it easy. Don't hesitate to use your safe word. I need to learn your limits, to find out how much you can take."
"Yes, Master," she promised. "I won't forget."
Before entering the dungeon, Christian attached a leash to Anastasia's collar as he instructed, "You'll walk, not crawl, and stay very close to my side at all times. Don't leave my side the entire evening. If you need to use the restroom, tell me. You're not to use the public ladies' room. Once we're on stage, kneel, but not until everyone gets a good look. Wait for my command."
Everyone had, indeed, gotten a better look at her than they'd been expecting. Other submissives bared their tits and more on a weekly basis, but this was Princess Rose. None of them had ever seen this much of her. She, however, wasn't looking at the crowd. She wanted very much to see their eyes on her, but she wanted even more to please her Dominant, so she remained in her submissive pose, with her eyes to the floor.
"Kneel," Christian ordered her, and she complied immediately. More than one person in the crowd was shocked to notice that the Gray Wolf was smiling proudly as he removed her leash. They'd never seen him smile, but now his smile was the only part of his face that they could see beneath his mask and hoodie. The angry frown that had seemed until now to be a permanent piece of his Gray Wolf costume was nowhere to be seen.
For a moment, Christian imagined what it would be like to have an official collaring ceremony, which was exactly what Anastasia wanted if things worked out. Christian already realized that if things went the way she wanted, he'd give her a more permanent collar, pretty much the same as marrying her in their world. Only a week ago, that thought would have terrified him. But now… if it meant she'd be his permanently, he liked the idea. He'd see where they were six months from now. It was too soon to seriously consider the idea, but he was shocked that he liked the idea and wasn't repulsed like he'd always been in the past.
Beginning their scene, Christian checked in. In her ear, he asked, "What are your safe words, Princess?"
She answered unreservedly, "Sardanapalus is red. Hamlet is yellow."
He toyed with her nipple clamps as he said, "Lift your head, Princess. Look around. See all the people looking at you? Do you know what they're thinking?"
Anastasia obeyed, and for the first time tonight, she got a good look at all the eyes on her. It made her wetter than she already was. God, this was so hot. "No, Sir," she remembered to answer her Dom.
Christian continued teasingly, "They're thinking, 'What a slut.' They're right, too, aren't they? Princess Rose is a slut. She loves showing off her pretty little nipples, and her luscious ass. They see your butt plug, Princess. That pretty little heart, on that beautiful heart-shaped ass. They know what's coming. Are you ready to show them you're mine?"
"Yes, Master," she answered loudly enough for people nearby to hear. She wanted them to hear her proclamation. "I'm yours. I'm ready." If she felt nervous about the upcoming punishment, she didn't show it.
"Stand up," he ordered her, and he helped her, as her sky-high heels made getting up and down challenging. He led her to the Saint Andrews Cross and, facing her towards it, he strapped her to it. Time for her long-awaited punishment.
Christian took two items from his toy bag, a gray blindfold and leather crop. He showed the crop to Anastasia. "You deserve a good caning, but you've only been flogged up to now, so you aren't ready to take the punishment you deserve. This will do, though. I'm going to give you twenty lashes. You'll count them. Are you Cinderella?"
"Yes, Master," she replied. She was green and ready for this.
"Lights out," he muttered as he put the stretchy blindfold over her mask. He'd noticed that she'd gotten wetter when she saw all the eyes watching them, proving that she was, indeed, an exhibitionist. Knowing now that the onlookers turned her on, he wasn't going to give her the pleasure of seeing them during her punishment. Besides, the loss of sight would heighten all her other senses.
As promised, Christian didn't hold back. If there was one thing he knew how to do as a Dom, it was this. He flexed his wrist, producing the pop that he found deeply satisfying as the crop hit Princess Rose's ass.
Anastasia sucked in air as the crop struck and set her ass on fire. This hurt so much worse than BB's floggings. There was nothing pleasurable about it whatsoever, but she'd earned it and wanted it. "One!" she called out. Christian followed with another pop, and another, not slowing down or easing up. When he reached ten lashes, which she'd obediently counted, he stopped.
"How are you, doing, Princess?" he checked in.
"Cinderella," she panted the only word she could get out, but she didn't want him to stop.
"We're halfway. Remember to use your safe word if it's too much," he reminded her.
"Yes, Sir." Still panting, she told him, "I'm OK. Don't stop, Sir."
He didn't, not until he'd delivered the remaining ten lashes. Each lash left a red stripe across her ass, and by the time he reached twenty, it was covered in bright red criss-crossed stripes. She hadn't wavered in calling out the number of strikes, but the blindfold and her mask were soaking wet with tears.
When Anastasia called out, "Twenty!" Christian dropped the crop and carefully removed her blindfold, taking special care not to take her mask with it. He didn't want any of those assholes to see her beautiful face and discover her identity.
"Good girl," Christian praised Anastasia. "You did really well. How are you doing?"
Anastasia whimpered, but she managed to whisper, "Cinderella."
Christian responded by kissing her lips, amazing everyone watching. So much for their belief that the Gray Wolf never kisses his subs. In fact, several of his former subs were there watching. They were so shocked that they looked at each other in confusion and began to mutter amongst themselves. Who was Princess Rose, and why did their Dom look at her so differently than he'd ever looked at them? Why the hell was he kissing her, breaking his own rule?
Christian was oblivious to the presence of his former subs. His eyes were only on Princess Rose, his beautiful girl. He wanted to keep kissing her, but he also had other plans for those pretty pink lips. He knew her muscles were getting stiff from being bound to the cross, so he released her and told her to kneel, helping her get on her knees.
Standing in front of her, he ordered, "Take out my cock. You have permission to use your hands and your mouth."
Once again, the crowd was shocked, and the fake subs muttered even more. The Gray Wolf never allowed them to touch him. He'd never given any of them a chance, as they were always bound. But not with Princess Rose. They watched, spellbound, as she unzipped his jeans and took out his enormous cock, which was hard as nails. She immediately began to worship it with her tongue. The Gray Wolf only gave her a moment before he grabbed her braid and began to forcefully fuck her face.
Anastasia loved the way he was using her. She'd been waiting for this moment for months, longing for it. She knew all eyes were on her, but her eyes were only on her Dom's, and his were locked with hers. His gray eyes were adoring the ocean blue ones that he'd been seeking out for months, that were finally his.
Christian allowed himself to keep fucking her face until he felt his orgasm reach beyond the point of control. Then he pulled out, continuing to pump his dick until it erupted onto her face, hair, neck, and pretty exposed tits. Her tiara and mask were dripping with his cum. He hadn't marked a submissive like this in ages, and he absolutely loved how she looked, covered in his sign of ownership.
Anastasia reveled in the humiliation, even as her Dom's cum dripped into her eyes, blinding her. She wanted to remove the mask and wipe her face, but she knew she couldn't. Besides, she only wanted to clean her eyes so she could see his again, not because she wanted to remove his cum from her face. She loved how he'd marked her.
Christian wasn't finished. No, he was just getting started, and now that he'd had one small orgasm, he was ready to keep going. He'd always been a quick recoverer, and he was holding back, saving the big one for her ass.
Christian helped Anastasia stand up. He took a cloth from his toy bag and wiped her eyelids, around the mask, cleaning off just enough of his cum from the top of the mask and her hair so that it didn't drip into her eyes again. He purposefully left her chin, neck, and breasts covered in his cum, and he was happy to see that it was already beginning to dry. He kissed her lips again, tasting a bit of himself, but more of her. Her lips were so delicious, he'd never get his fill.
"Still Cinderella?" he asked her softly.
"Yes, Sir," she answered. She was eager for him to claim her ass and hoped he didn't delay.
He didn't intend to delay… much. He was going to play a bit before fucking her, though. He knew she expected him to fuck her pussy and ass now, and he needed to establish that he was in charge and would fuck her when he was good and ready. Taking her hand, he led her to the spanking bench. He wasn't going to spank her, but he had another purpose for the bench, which she understood as he strapped her to it, exposing her upturned red-striped ass to the onlookers. Once her bindings were secure, Christian knelt behind her, pulled her thong aside, exposed her dripping pussy, and licked, once again surprising those watching. Anastasia moaned loudly.
"Shh…" Christian shushed her. "Quiet, Princess. Take it. You aren't allowed to come." He licked her again, and sucked her clit. He hadn't wanted to perform cunnilingus in ages, but he couldn't get enough of her sweet cunt. He loved that all those assholes were watching him enjoy her juices, which were running down his face. It would never be theirs, only his. When Princess moaned again, he put her clit between his teeth and bit hard enough for her to know it was a warning.
Somehow, Anastasia managed to keep quiet as Christian continued to drive her wild, licking, sucking, and nibbling her cunt while also playing with the heart-shaped toy protruding from her ass. She was so ready for him to remove it and fuck her already, but he fucked her pussy with his tongue instead, which felt amazing, but his dick would feel better. But no, he edged her three times before he finally stood up and grabbed a foil packet. Finally! Those ruined orgasms were killing her! She was dying to come!
Christian hated condoms, but club rules were club rules, and he didn't want to change them. He wanted the assholes who played in his club to be safe. It took him all of five seconds to roll on the condom, and only one more to slide home, into his girl's slippery channel, all the way to her cervix. She moaned again, but he didn't shush her this time. He wanted to hear her now.
"Let me hear you, Princess," he said as he pumped her pussy. "Let the whole club hear you scream out for your master." He pumped her harder as he commanded, "Come for me now!"
"I'm coming, Master!" Anastasia cried out. Oh, shit, nothing felt like this, being brought to a powerful orgasm in a public scene. She absolutely loved it!
Christian removed the butt plug just as Anastasia was crying out, calling him 'Master' for all to hear. While she was still in the thralls of that orgasm, he slid his dick into her ass, which was open and ready thanks to the butt plug. He didn't slow down at all, continuing to pump her. He reached around her and played with her nipple clamps as he fucked her ass.
Anastasia hadn't expected to feel another orgasm coming on from anal sex. She hadn't known what to expect, except that it would be very fulfilling for her Dom, if not for her. But no, she liked it far more than she expected to, and she was going to come again.
Christian knew Anastasia was getting close. Just as he commanded her, "Come for me again," he removed her nipple clamps.
As the blood rushed back into her tortured nipples, Anastasia cried out louder than before. "Oh, shit, Master!" The orgasm was so forceful, she almost blacked out.
As Anastasia's anal orgasm hit her, she had no control of her spasming rectum, which squeezed Christian's dick, bringing him to instant orgasm. He pulled out, quickly removed the condom, and erupted all over her ass, claiming her once again. He was fully satisfied seeing his cum drip down her legs, mixing with her own juices.
Minutes later, Anastasia awoke in Christian's private room, loving how his aftercare felt. She'd been awake as he'd carried her here, but she'd fallen asleep as he began to clean her up and rub arnica cream onto her bruised ass. She hadn't slept long, though, as he was still massaging her. She loved this feeling of being cared for. She loved that she was now completely his.