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THE CLOSET
Part Six
Chapter One
The exclusive gathering. The handful of regulars that are brought together annually for a private evening of debauchery. Never having offered one of his own submissives, the exhibitions easily becoming too brutal for their long term well being, he waits for the curtain to be drawn to start the evening’s festivities as he thinks of Jessica and Jodi being left back at the motor home.
Black silk eye masks a given, most partakers not giving out their identities to everyone present, only the Master of the estate knows each and every participant by name including the half dozen or so female guests making up about a quarter of the group, excluding the submissives, naturally.
Lights dimming, curtain spreading, the stage has its initial occupant. A young female, blue eyed, blond hair strictly drawn back, petite in height but with a Barbie type body of almost unnatural curves, she faces forward on her not so spread knees, fingers gripping opposite ankles with shoulders well back in a standard submissive pose. A hush as the podium beneath her begins a gentle clockwise rotation, her eyes remain focused straight forward as her body’s displayed, the token tribal tattoo across the small of her back, another tat above a shoulder contrasting with her creamy white complexion.
Curiously no shackles as yet, her body void of hair from the neck down, he finds himself enthralled by her looks even though he obviously has a thing for darker complexioned brunettes. Eyeing her assets, the firm globular mounds highlighted by their almost pink areolas and nipples forming puffy little cones, further down between her thighs just a wisp of labia folds spreading open exposing her pinkish clit, he remains as quiet as the rest of the group while her right hand slips away from her ankle to pick up a black leather riding crop with the only sound in the room the whirring mechanism of the gear driven podium.
Interestingly no one else on the podium to accept the crop, her backside passing from full view, again her breasts already substantial, they appear even larger as her left side rotates toward the front with that firm mound fully exposed, jaunting outward from her thrust back shoulder.
‘Thwack!’
The sound of willowy leather striking flesh, her left breast flattening, bouncing, the nipple jiggling, a bemused murmur breaks the silence in the room as the blonde’s body jerks to a standstill beneath the crop’s stinging slash from her own hand.
Watching her arm arching back again, the crop gripped in her clenching fingers, once more the slow motion of the crop rising back, snapping forward, the sound of leather smacking across her nipple echoes above the purr of the podium’s mechanism as her breast bounces to a slight jiggle beneath its second red welt. Focusing on her breast, on her expression, catching a glimpse of her eyes seemingly making contact with his own, he can envision Jodi, maybe Jessica doing something of the same, whipping themselves in front of a group like this.
A third self inflicted slash, followed by an almost immediate forth as the podium rotates; her body begins to glisten, the red welts crisscrossing the same target of her puckering nipple. Again facing toward the front, the audience seemingly gathering closer and closer, he finds himself wandering to just a few feet away from her off to the side. Soaking in the exhibition, exhilarated with the sound of the crop contacting flesh, even the whimpers of her barely audible grunts, he takes in her little nuances, the nibbling of her lower lip with each self abusing thrashing, the blinking of her brilliantly blue eyes welling with yet to flow tears, even the second time of locking eyes, even if just briefly.
‘She’ll do virtually anything I instruct her too.’ The voice familiar, someone with a series of submissives almost as impressive as his own, he continues to watch the circling podium, the stinging lashings from the girl’s own hand across that same breast as he realizes who’s standing beside him.
‘A dozen, then she’ll spread those knees nice and wide, concentrate on her clit for at least another half dozen or so if I give her the signal.’
Still staring forward, knowing it’s harmless to converse with him, he nods. ‘How old?’
‘Just turned nineteen.’ The voice hesitating to the crack of another lashing. ‘Had her for almost a year now, well trained, disciplined. You like her don’t you, kind of mesmerized by her, huh?’
‘Looks like a friggen’ doll, unreal curves.’
‘All natural, almost freakish.’ The voice continues. ‘Has piercings just about everywhere that counts, just have her void of jewelry tonight for the little exhibition. Obviously can handle pain, too. And, she’s available for a private session to the right person with a comparable trade, if you know what I mean.’
‘Any ideas?’ Responding, intrigued, knowing he borders on dishing out serious harm, yet seems to always stay just within the boundaries, he keeps count of the girl’s self inflicted flogging, now at eleven. ‘One more, then the cunt?’
‘If you want, I’ll give the nod, but, I have a proposition that involves sharing. Sharing something you have control of.’
‘A mutual trade off?’ Knowing what’s happening, watching the glistening body of the blonde quivering, jerking to her self inflicted pain as she rotates, he nods. ‘Which one? Jodi or Jess.’
‘Actually, both. The weekend with both while you can do just about anything you want with her.’ The voice cuts in. “I’ll use restraint; just want to enjoy the pair of ‘em pretty much like you’ve been, but, some mild discipline of course. What cha’ think, agreed? The podium’s circling; want to see that tight little slit of hers cropped right in front of your eyes right now?
‘Agreed. But, one weekend night with my girls, I get both nights with yours. And, don’t let her hurt that cunt too much, I don’t want damaged goods.’
Again the eye contact as the blonde completes another cycle, faces the pair, her eyes showing a trace of streaking mascara, she stares toward her Master’s reactions, her chin quivering an obviously nervous nod as she shuffles her knees, spreads wide. Thrusting her hips, her pubic mound forced upward, her arm in an awkward position as the crop raises above her head, the bowing leather snaps downward, the tip disappearing between the spread folds of her labium.
More hushed gasps suppressing the sound of the crop striking her most sensitive flesh, her head jerking back, breasts jolting upward and away from one another off her arched chest crisscrossed with crimson stripes, the instantaneous welt down across her pubic mound traces into the dark tunnel of her sex.
‘More then a couple more down there like that and you might be right, then again one or two’s worth watching.’
The voice beside him jolting him back to the conversation, focusing on the girl’s spread thighs, the visible quivering of her bared vagina with that bright red welt freshly rising, he nods as he visualizes what she can do for him, and with the girls. ‘A couple more sounds just about right. Then she’s mine for the weekend starting tomorrow? You can have Jodi and Jessica, all tomorrow night but I get the whole weekend with her?’
Another lashing, yet another as the reddish stripes mount between her thighs, tears drip from her cheeks, streaks across her breasts as her eyes remain trained toward her Master. Her naked body glistening, breasts jerking, swaying, teeth gritting, a grunting contortion of her body and the harshest lashing of the group flattens across her labium just as he nods to allow the flogging to stop.
‘She’s yours to take with you later tonight if you want; I’ve got other plans anyway. A serious sadomasochistic gathering I’m attending in about an hour. It’s a hush hush urban legend type of gathering you’ve got to see to believe. You’re welcome to join me as my guest but I’ve got to warn you, it’s a different world compared to your style of handling your girls, what‘cha think, wanna’ see some real punishment for the rest of the evening? It’ll be intense, sometimes brutal and worse.’
Glancing toward the girl again kneeling in her submissive pose in front of the onlookers, listening to the proposition while focusing on the series of welts contrasting with her shimmering milky complexion, he nods. ‘We’ll leave her here for the next few hours?’
‘She’ll be chaperoned while we’re gone, you’ll be back by midnight to pick her up.’
Thinking of the girl still staring toward them, thinking of the offer to be a guest at a gathering he’s only heard rumors of, he nods, agrees to the offer.
End Part Six… WARNING, the next chapter will be the longest so far. Along with being intense, at times it’ll be extremely harsh.
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