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The Initiate Ch. 01

By: Ceilidh_is_here



She was sitting alone, quietly observing. Her long, straight flaxen hair was pulled back and twisted up into a barrette. The black leather halter and tight jeans she wore were accented by a bright silk scarf tied around her waist like a belt. The party was supposed to be over, the invitation she had received said it was to be held from 8 P.M. until Midnight. Her date, a doctor, had been called away by an emergency, he had offered to take her home on the way to the hospital, but she had been enjoying visiting with some new friends, and said she would find another way home. It was nearly 12:30, and most of the guests had left. She had been so caught up in listening to the stories being told, that she did not realize that she and a few others were the only ones left. 

As she sat there, she watched the host of the party begin clearing the tables, and picking up the odd glass and plate. Some others were helping him, working quickly. Deciding she needed to either help clean up, or call a taxi, she started to pick up the table near where she was sitting. Taking the dishes to the kitchen, she overheard a couple of the other guests speaking about the entertainment for later. Unable to understand exactly what they meant, she shrugged it off, thinking they must have plans to go somewhere later. 

She set the dishes down and looked around for the phone and a phone book. Her host came in at that moment, and asked her if she was staying for the "after-party". He came up closer to her and leaned in a bit, his hand brushing down the length of her bare arm, telling her that his after-parties were much more enjoyable than the social gathering beforehand. As she looked up at him, she started to reply the she wanted to borrow his phone, but the look in his eyes made her stop. Not knowing why, she replied that she would be honored to remain for his after-party. 

"You won't regret it, Leila...it will be an experience you won't soon forget." her host, Michael, replied. "Now, help me finish cleaning up the den and then we can get started." 

Glancing at Michael with a puzzled look, Leila finished helping him and the others clean up. After the den was picked up and the tables cleared, Michael gathered everyone and welcomed them to his after-party. The people in the room all seemed pleased to be there. He then introduced Leila as a new guest, and that her partner would soon be returning. At this Leila gave him a quizzical look, wondering who he could be talking about. Michael then began going around the room and closing the blinds that covered the multitude of windows that overlooked the beautiful garden that was now cast in dark shadow. 

Leila was beginning to feel a little tension, and went up to him, asking "What did you mean by my 'partner'? 

He looked at her, rather amused." Why, I was speaking of Geoff, the man who brought you here this evening, did he not tell you about the after-party?" 

Leila shook her head 'no' and gave Michael a worried look. Seeing her confusion, Michael was about to tell her that perhaps he should call her a taxi, when the doctor came into the den. 

Geoff, seeing Leila, went to her and gave her a hug, "I hope you didn't worry too much about me, I took care of business so I could come back before you decided to leave." 

She replied, "Well, I was thinking about it, but, I am glad you are back." and leaning up she gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

At this, Michael cleared his throat, gaining the couple's attention. "Geoff, I believe that this lovely lady has not been apprised of the nature of my after-parties...why have you not spoken to her about this? You know I don't want any problems." 

Geoff replied, " She is well aware of my, ah, preferences. I merely wanted her to get to know the people and become comfortable around them before I told her the real reason why we are here." 

Leila looked to Geoff, and then Michael as a blush rose over her face. "Geoff, is this...uhm...what you were talking to me about the other night?" 

He looked at her, and as he did so, he took her by the shoulders, "Leila, you have previously agreed to this, now, I want you to do it. From now on, you are to not speak to me, or any other person here. If you wish to say something, you must kiss my feet, and then I will recognize you, if I see fit to do so." Immediately, Leila gave him a startled look, then a flush covered her body, and she dropped to her knees, the tight blue jeans making it difficult. 

Michael watched the girl as she shifted easily into her submissive role, and nodded to Geoff as he acknowledged his pleasure in her behavior. Geoff spoke to him about how perfectly she fell into it, yet, that as part of their agreement, she was to not be submissive to him in public. Michael laughed and teased Geoff about who the Dom really was here. 

Geoff chuckled, and replied, "You may think she has me tied around her finger but wait until you see what she is capable of under my direction." 

Michael replied, "I am more than eager to witness how you have trained her."

Leila watched as the others in the room began to adopt their roles for the party. She was nervous, extremely so. She and Geoff had talked about this, and role played this many times. She loved being His sub but had expressed concern over sharing this with anyone else. He had reassured her, telling her that others would be envious of how perfect she was. This made her feel better, but still...it was now happening, and as she saw other subs being prepared for the evening, she couldn't help think that perhaps she was in over her head. 

Geoff was speaking to her, and as she became aware of his words, He suddenly pulled her ties to her halter, and she looked up at him, startled. Repeating His words, Geoff told her to stand up. Quickly she did so, holding her top up so it did not fall down and embarrass herself. He asked her "Did you dress as I told you leila?" Nodding her ascent, He looked pleased. "Then, by all means, you may retie the top, but, remove your jeans." She lowered her head a bit, and He took her chin in his hands, lifting her eyes to His. "leila, you will do as I say. You know the punishment for not doing so and I would not like to have to punish you here, in front of my friends." 

Whimpering softly, leila untied the scarf around her waist, and as she was about to unbutton her jeans, Geoff said, "give me the scarf, leila." She pulled it from the belt loops and handed it to him, then continued unbuttoning her jeans. Sliding them down over her hips, she heard Michael whistle softly, appreciatively, from behind. Blushing furiously, she stepped out of her jeans, and folded them neatly then put them on a nearby chair. As she walked to the chair, her heels made a clicking sound on the tile floor. 

Turning back around, Geoff looked at her, the desire dark in his eyes as He beheld the woman, wearing the black leather halter, tied just below her breasts, the black thong covering the lovely little smooth mound of her sex, and the high black heels. She almost made Him not want to share her but He knew that He had to tonight. This was her initiation. And if she failed, then He did too. And while she did not know this, He was even more nervous than she. 

Leila came back to Geoff, feeling a little bit more confidant of the effect she was having among those in the room. Everyone was watching her, the tension so thick it might have drawn the very breath out of her. As she glanced around, she realized that she was the only one in a near state of undress, wanting to ask Geoff why this was, she was about to kneel down to kiss his foot when Michael began to speak. 

"My friends, I am pleased that you could all come tonight. We have a very special night planned. Geoff, our newest member, has brought His beautiful submissive, leilani, known to you as leila, tonight. He has been training her for nearly a year. And now, He is ready to prove His capability in handling her. This is her first time to be exhibited by Geoff, as you may know. So, please, consider this when you handle her. We do not want her to reject what Geoff has so lovingly taught her. He has told me that she is a very willing girl, and most eager to please without complaint. Now, without more of my boring rhetoric, I now declare this initiation begun."

Leila looked up to Geoff, wanting so desperately to beg Him to take her away from here. She knew this was coming, but had hoped that she would be able to better prepare for it. Feeling weak, she started to kneel, but Geoff, seeing the wild look in her eyes, kept her from going down. He leaned into her, whispering softly, "sweet leila, you will do this, you can. I have taught you so well, be the good girl now, and don't make me punish you later for embarrassing me now." Softly she nodded. Her eyes brimming with unshed tears but, pushing her fears back down, she stood just a bit taller and held herself up. Pleased, Geoff let go of her. 

When she finally looked around again, she was surprised to see the others in the room now dressed in various stages of wickedly sensual dress. Leather, latex, lace, silk. It was all so incredible. And she watched as her Dom removed his clothing. He was wearing the leather thong that matched hers and had several leather straps attached to various places upon the thong. She felt dampness between her legs, suddenly very excited to experience her initiation into this world. 

He came towards her, and in a firm voice, told her to kneel. She did so quickly, her long legs folding under her, smoothly, gracefully, just as He taught her. He reached around her and unclipped the barrette holding her hair and the silken strands fell in shining splendor over her shoulders and down her back to her narrow waist. Grasping it in his hand, he tugged at it a bit, making her whimper softly. 

Softly, so that he was heard around the room, he told her "leila, you know I am your Master, that I love you with every fiber of my being. Do you trust me to keep you safe, make sure that you are well pleased?" Kneeling down so her face was near his shoe, her smooth ass up in the air, making some in the room shift a bit, she kissed his foot, hoping to be able to speak "Yes, my sweet leila, you have something to say?" 

She replied, "Yes Master Geoff. Thank you for trusting this girl tonight. This is a great honor, and this girl will not disappoint you." Then she bowed low, her head to the ground, waiting for His reply. 

"leila, you are to be given over to each of the Masters and Mistresses here tonight. They will have control over you, with my approval. They are each aware of your safe word. And, abiding by our strict code, they will not do anything that you do not want done. They have each received a list of the actions you have set as hard limits, any other action that you have not specified as unwilling to do, will be allowed. Do you understand this, sweet leila?" 

Leila replied, "Yes Master Geoff, this girl agrees to this." 

"Good my sweet. Now, I am only allowed to sit and watch tonight. This is your initiation. But, what you do reflects on me. I will not tolerate any mistakes on your part. Do you understand this?" 

Once again, the girl replied "Yes Master Geoff, this girl understands." 

As the formalities of the code were done with, Michael came up beside leila, and looking down at the lovely site of the woman kneeling down, he clapped Geoff on the back, and told him to take a chair.

The Initiate Ch. 02



Before sitting down, Geoff went behind his beautiful sub, and taking the colorful silk scarf that had previously been used as her belt, tied it around her head as a blindfold. He could feel the tenseness in her body without touching her, he knew her so well. 

 Leaning over, he whispered in her ear, "My sweet leilani, be proud and do as you are told, if we pass, I will reward you greatly."  Feeling some of the tension ease in her, he stepped away from her. Geoff sat down in a plush crimson velvet wingback chair set so that he could watch everything as it transpired. 

 Michael pulled a similar chair next to Geoff's and then sat down, a glass of Macallan in his hand. "Master James, as the most senior member of our club, it is your right to begin the initiation. Please begin, Sir." Michael directed in a soft velvety voice that sent shivers up and down leila's spine. Master James stood up, and softly applying a riding crop to his sub, brian's, behind, walked toward leila.

 Leila heard the smack and soft whimper of the man, and her chest tightened a bit, but she knelt down with all the spirit she had within and waited for His direction. In a voice that held every ounce of authority that a circuit judge should have, He told leila to stand and not make any sound whatsoever. She quickly stood, unable to see anything, her other senses had taken over and she felt the sub behind her, at her feet. 

  Master James, a very tall man, the graying sides of his black hair making him look as distinguished as a judge should be, came up and ran his fingers down the side of leila's body, feeling the leather and silkiness of her bare skin. He stepped behind her and untied the leather halter, baring her perfectly formed breasts to the gathering. Some in the group softly gasped and moaned at the exquisite sight of her nipples, and the rosy color and tight bud upon translucent peaks. He tossed aside the halter, and then slipped fingers within the thong, placing His palms upon her slender hips; He hooked his thumbs around the string and slid the thong down to her feet, and told her to step from it. 

 Standing before the whole group, completely naked, leila was once more hit with an urge to cover herself and flee, but she took a deep breath and stood there, pleased that she was in fit form, and her body admired by those watching. Master James then said, "brian, you may now outfit the girl." 

 Curious, leila waited for a few moments before she felt brian's hands taking her feet and lifting them as he put something on, then, she felt leather being pulled up her body, and settled upon her hips. Fingers quickly buckled the straps, and she felt him unbuckling the front of the device. She heard brian, an opposite of Master James with his long brown hair, and grunge-looking facial hair, drop to the floor, and ask Master James for permission to speak. Receiving it, brian spoke, "Master James, she is not ready for the cock, may i have permission to make her so?" 

  Master James replied, "No, I will see to it, she must be a willful girl to not be ready for her Master." And stepping to her, she could smell the expensive cologne of the Master, and lost in the intoxicating scent, was surprised when she felt the handle of the riding crop between her legs. She moaned softly, and immediately the crop was pulled from her and she felt a sting upon her mound as Master James told her to be quiet. 

She lowered her head, not wanting to disappoint this Master or her own. "Very good leila, now, part your legs a bit." As she did so, the crop once more went between her legs, and she felt it's hardness upon her clit. She tilted her hips forward a bit, and pleased by this, Master James stroked her several times. Seeing the wet evidence of her excitement, He pulled away and told brian that she was now ready.

 She felt something else between her legs and involuntarily opened her legs even more, she felt a huge cock slide into her, and she held her breath as it was so large, and so tight within her. Then she felt brian buckle the cock to her, and pull at it a bit, then push it back, making sure it was held tightly. Leila was unsure what was to happen, but the feel of the dildo within her was so incredible, she was sure that she was going to like this Master and His part of the initiation. 

She heard Him speak to her, "leila, hold out your hand, palm up." As she did so, she felt a cool substance fill it. Careful not to jerk her hand away, she remained still. Feeling someone take her hand and lower it between her legs, she felt, for the first time, the huge cock that was sticking out from the harness she was in. The hand, which must surely be brian's was guiding her to rub the gel over the cock. As she began to stroke it, soaking it with the gel, she felt the cock within her move in and out slightly too, but she remained silent, not wanting to upset Master James with her moans of pleasure. Pulling her hand away from the now-slick cock, brian cleaned the remaining gel from her, and she felt a warming sensation begin to replace the cool feeling.

 Leila heard some sounds similar to a chair being moved across the floor as she stood there. The she heard Master James speak to brian, "brian, you have been a good boy, and I have brought you here tonight as reward. You will now receive your reward, lean over the chair, now." 

 She heard some movement, and felt a hand upon the small of her back. Her hands now tingling from the gel and her insides wet from the gentle stroking of the huge cock within her, she moved forward at the gentle prodding of the hand behind her. Coming up close to her, Master James whispered in her ear, "I want you to please my brian, he has been so good lately, and you are his reward, but, you must also please me, do you understand, girl?" 

She nodded her head, unsure of exactly how she would accomplish this, but trusted Him to guide her. He placed her hands upon brian's hips, she felt him before her, leaning over, his ass right in front of her huge cock. She felt the Master take her cock and guide it to brian, her heart was racing as she realized what was about to happen. She carefully pushed forward and entered brian's tight anal opening. As the huge cock presses into him, it pushes the other cock deeper into her, and once again, she held her breath, not daring to make a sound. 

"Very good leila, brian loves the feel of a huge cock in him. Now, be the good girl, and show him how much you love the feel of your own cock thrusting into you." 

 Slowly at first, leila drove her cock into brian, unsure of how hard she could press. Feeling him squirm under her, she began to move faster, the cock within her making her shudder with each thrust. 

 Wanting to see her move faster, Master James told her, "leila, brian does not want a tender lover, he needs to be fucked like an animal. I will help you now." And as she pulled back from brian, about to thrust again, she felt the sting of the crop upon her own ass and she thrust forward hard and fast, driving the cock deeper into brian's ass. "Come on girl," And she pulled out, and felt again the sting of the crop upon her, making her hips thrust the strap-on harder into brian. 

 The feel of the hot stinging on her own smooth ass began to make her even wetter than she thought possible, and she began to pull out faster, hoping to feel the crop lash her even faster. Getting into a rhythm, Master James drove the crop harder and faster upon leila's ass, watching the welts rise up, reddening her. 

 Excited by the view, he beat her harder, pleased as she never made a sound, and kept thrusting deeper and harder into His sub. Seeing brian's fingers curled tightly upon the arm rail of the chair, Master James knew he was close to his release. "brian, talk to Me now, and tell Me what you want leila to do. She is yours to command through Me." 

brian growled low upon hearing his Master's words. Through teeth, gritted with the immense control of not being allowed release yet, brian stammered out, " i want to cum for you. i want to cum all over my belly and then make leila lick it from me so it will please you." 

"Ah, very good brian, you know I like a clean sub, don't you?" 

"Yes, Master" brian replied. 

  Returning His attention to the girl, James softly spoke, "leila, you have heard brian's desire to cum for me. Now, I want you to fuck him harder so he can shoot his seed all over his body." 

 Whimpering within herself, she nodded, everything within her wanting to do whatever pleased this Master. 

 As she began to thrust her cock into brian even harder, the crop once again fell to striking her ass with each thrust. Tears were streaming down leila's face at the pure sensual pleasure of the crop stinging her and the huge cock filling her as she fucked the sub under her. The silk of her blindfold was wet from the tears, but she didn't care, all she wanted was to make brian cum for Master James. Feeling brian tighten suddenly beneath her, she thrust deeper and held there, feeling the stroking of the cock as brian released his orgasm. The crop kept stinging her as she remain still, the cock buried into brian as deep as it could possibly go. Tormented by her own desire to reach orgasm, she knew that it would not please Master James, nor her own Master Geoff if she were to cum without Their permission. 

 Feeling brian relax a bit under her, he pulled gently from her and turned around, sitting down in the chair, facing her. She felt the tip of the crop between her shoulder blades, pressing her down upon her knees. 

"Now, leila, my sub has made a mess of himself. Clean him, now." 

 Unable to see, leila, put her hands out and found brian's knees, and began to lick up his thighs, seeking the cum that must surely cover him. Reaching his cock, she licked it clean, feeling him tremble at the touch of her trained tongue. Leila then began to greedily lick up the remains of brian's orgasm. Licking over his hips, his belly and even up on his chest a bit, making sure every inch of his body was cleaned of his spilled seed. 

 As she began to pull away from her duty, she felt the sting of the crop once more. "You have missed a spot, girl." 

 Silently, she began to lick once more, making sure every little part was cleaned. Finally, she found the place where she had missed, and quickly finished her task. 

  She felt brian relax and knew, without being told, that she had passed the first part of her initiation. Resting back upon her heels she lowered her head, and waited for whatever was to happen next. 

 She heard Master James address Michael, "Sir, I have tried her, and found she pleased me well. And, thank you Master Geoff, I believe she is ready for her next trial." 

 And suddenly, brian was down upon his knees and scampering off with Master James smacking his ass behind him. 

 Michael then addressed the crowd, "Our Master Geoff has done well so far in training his girl, but, she has much still to prove. Kitten, please get leila a drink of water." 

  Michael's sub, kitten, was a petite 4'9" with coal black hair that curled around her shoulders in soft waves. The red of her corset, with the nipple area exposed the red g-string and gartered hose ending in ridiculously high heeled black shoes, set off her black hair and creamy skin perfectly. Kitten hurried off to pour water for the pretty girl. Returning, kitten helped her to drink from the glass, silently comforting the initiate.



The Initiate Ch. 03



Leilani drank from the cool refreshing glass of water kitten offered her, grateful for a chance to cleanse her mouth of the taste of brian's semen. As she remained kneeling, she felt kitten unbuckle her and carefully divest her of the double dildo and belt. A slight shudder coursed through her as she felt how excited kitten's touches made her.

Michael, in the slow soft voice that sent ripples of pleasure through her body, spoke to another person in the room. Leilani heard the soft tinkling of a woman's voice and a gentle sigh. The voice started speaking, confusing at first until leila realized that it was not one woman's voice, but two. She wondered how a sub could speak so freely with her Mistress, but before she could ponder this more, she felt two pairs of hands pulling her to her feet. Suddenly, delicate hands were all over her body, touching her everywhere...everywhere but in the most intimate places where she craved it the most. Cooing over the feel of her silken skin, one of the women asked Geoff about what he did to keep her so pliable and soft to the touch. He chuckled and told them that the secret to beautiful skin was in the cock. They laughed at this and made comments about needing to train a new boy so their skin could also feel as luxurious as leila's. Leilani blushed lightly as her Master related to this group of strangers how he loved soaking her in cum, then spanking her.

After a few more moments of the soft hands stroking her body, they pushed her down over what she thought might be a long bench of some sort. Her back was flat against the bench; her feet were tied to the legs of the bench, as were her hands. Leila felt as though she were laid out as a feast. Her rapid, nervous breaths made her taut breasts rise and fall, causing the two women to whisper about how beautiful her breasts were. She felt fingers teasing and pulling at her nipples, and nearly moaned out loud. Sensing this, one of the women slapped at a breast. 

"You must not make a sound, pretty girl. If you do not make a sound, you will be richly rewarded." said one of the women. 

Leila nodded slightly and felt her nipples being pulled and pinched once more. As her breasts started feeling incredibly swollen with excitement, she began to feel a hard pinching upon them. As she lay there, the pinching feeling became more patterned, and she realized the skin of her breasts was being pinched and held by some kind of device. The slight pain of it made her squirm a bit, then she felt a harder pinch upon her nipples and let out a soft sigh. She felt a whispering in the softness of her hair as one of the women asked her if she was alright. All leila could do was nod her head in assent. The pleasures of the new sensations were overtaking the slight pain of the pinching. Suddenly she felt a pinching upon the lips of her wet pussy. And several more as the devices were attached to her, spreading her lips apart so all might see the tender bud of her clit and how tight and wet she was. Leila felt more naked than she ever had before. Her mind tried to reconcile the pleasure she felt even though she felt ashamed at being displayed this way. 

Leila heard one of the women ask kitten for the chest near their chairs and she heard something being set near the bench. The soft melodious laughter of the women sparkled as they oohed over whatever it was they were doing. Suddenly, leila felt something incredibly cold placed to her lips, upon her nipples and her clitoris at the same time. The objects were like ice to her. She readily licked the one at her mouth finding it not ice, but cold as ice. As she did this, she felt another of the ice cold objects being pushed into her, causing her to arch her back, pressing her nipples against the other icy objects. 

"MM, Geoff, I see our little flower loves frozen cocks, hmm?" one of the Mistresses cooed. 

Leila felt the coldness seep into her hot body, instantly causing her to become even wetter and more desirous of the touches. 

"Oh, yes, Mistress Eva and Mistress Emma, I have taught my sweet leila the joys of ice-play. She has taken to it well for me." replied Geoff. 

Hearing the note of praise in Her Master's voice, leila smiled softly to herself, and moved her body, taking in even more of the icy cold cock into her mouth and deeper into her wet pussy. As leila felt the Mistresses tease and fuck her with the cold toys, she felt the tugging and release of the pinching devices upon her breasts. The sensation returned to her as blood was once more moving through her skin, and between the coldness between her lips and legs, and the icy cold upon her nipples, she writhed in pure ecstasy at the feeling of it all. 

Somehow, the Mistresses sensed how close leila was to reaching her release, and quickly pulled everything from her. They quickly undid the pinching things from everywhere over her body, and then, slowly they began to rub her body once more. Leila tried so hard not to make a sound. The masterful touch of these two women nearly caused her to embarrass not only herself, but her Master, Geoff. After a few more moments, the hands were gone from her body, yet she felt as though she could still feel the incredible sensations throughout her flesh. The women untied her and helped her to a sitting position. They both leaned into her and whispered in each ear about how pleasing she was and that they would love a chance to have her for a night if her Master would allow it. Then, quickly, they were gone from her. Leila's body tingled as she sat there for a moment. Then, she carefully stood up and dropped into her kneeling position one more, waiting for the next test.

Leila heard Michael begin to speak once more. "Such a delightful girl you have Geoff, she is certainly a pleasure to watch. You have done quite well with her training so far, but, as you know, her test is only beginning. We shall see how well she has been mastered. Kitten, please tend to leila, brian, you and missy will serve drinks." 

Leila felt a little relieved that she would have a few moments to rest before she was to continue. Then, she felt kitten's hand upon her, pulling her up, and leading her. She felt something hard against her hips and kitten spoke softly, telling her to lie down upon the table. As she did so, she felt something cold and hard placed upon her belly and chest. It was a few more moments before she realized that she was acting as a serving tray for some kind of dessert being enjoyed by the Masters and Mistresses. She lay very quietly, hardly daring to breath lest she upset the tray and spill the delicacies. 

As the men and women served themselves, occasionally, someone would touch her intimately, even going so far as to thrust a long finger into her still-wet sheath. Leila didn't even dare to curl her fingers to betray the excitement she felt. As the voices above her were speaking, she occasionally heard someone comment to her Master about how beautiful she was, or how well she was handled, or how proud he must be to own such a delicious morsel. Every comment made her pleased about herself, and proud of her Master. She made a mental note to do something exceptionally erotic for Him after this evening was over. Giving herself over to the hum of voices, she lay there silently, waiting until dessert was over and for her trials to resume.



The Initiate Ch. 04



Dessert had been enjoyed by everyone. Leilani was finally able to take a deep breath as she felt the tray being lifted from her body. A hand was helping her to get up, she moved carefully so as not to get dizzy and fall to the plush carpet of deep burgundy. She was led back to the center of the room and when she felt the hand drop from her, she gracefully sank down into her kneeling position, the heels of her shoes pressing sensuously into the perfectly shaped roundness of her ass. 

Leilani heard Michael begin to speak once more, and listened quietly, belying the pounding within her heart. "We have witnessed a sampling of mastery over leila, now, we will continue with the more, ah, intense pleasures that are to be enjoyed. Lorenzo, you and de'juwan are welcome to explore the girl as you wish." 

With this said, Michael sat down next to Geoff, a sparkle in his eyes. "Geoff, you have not seen Lorenzo's newest sub, I believe you will be most impressed." Chuckling at this, Michael sat back to watch.

Geoff looked around as Lorenzo went towards leilani, he couldn't see anyone else, and was confused by Michael's words, but he could only sit and watch, so he did not interrupt as Lorenzo began handling his beautiful sub. 

Lorenzo was a handsome man; he stood nearly six foot tall and was well-muscled. He wore a black muscle shirt that hugged every curve of flesh, and black jeans. The large arms were bronzed to a lustrous brown, his black wavy hair curled seductively about his shoulders.    Lorenzo looked nothing like the Head Librarian for the local college should look, but he certainly had students coming to the library to study all the time. His knowledge of nearly every subject to be found in the collection of tomes he so carefully administered was astounding, making him sought after not only for his beauty, for that is what he truly was, beautiful, but for the intelligence harbored behind the clear green eyes that twinkled as if lit by their own special sun. Geoff knew that Lorenzo was above reproach when it came to his students. He would never seek companionship among the student body, no matter how temptingly they tried to seduce him. His private life was just that, and for that reason, his membership within this club was secure. But Geoff also knew that Lorenzo was famous for the incredibly pleasurable discipline he demanded of his subs. He never did anything half-way with them. He was demanding, and tough, yet his subs absolutely adored him. Leila had experienced harsh discipline with Geoff, but he was usually reluctant to go too hard on her. He loved how well she moved under his paddle or whip, and how pretty her ass looked slightly pinked and warmed. Geoff could only hope that the sterner use of her lustrous flesh would make her writhe in pleasure and not drive her to use her safe word. 

Lorenzo set a small black leather case down on a table nearby. As He unzipped it, leila trembled, wondering what her next test would be. He pulled out a smooth paddle, the gleaming wood showing the loving care that it received. Lorenzo spoke finally. The rich accent of his Italian heritage washed over her like silken strands. 

"Little girl, do not tremble before me, or I will go harder upon you. I am your Master right now, and you will do everything perfectly, or I will punish you. I wish you to come upright on your knees so I may enjoy the sight of your exquisite form." 

leila quickly complied, sensing that this Master was not to be toyed with. Standing as straight as she could from her knees, she moved to brush her hair over her shoulder. She felt a sting upon her hand and winced at the sudden pain. 

"I did not give you leave to move, girl. If I want your hair moved, I will tell you." 

leila lowered her head in acknowledgment, then raised back up. She felt His hands sliding over her body as He moved around her. 

"She is like a goddess, Geoff. So perfectly formed, she would make Michelangelo weep with need to sculpt her for eternity. Now I shall see if her spirit is as perfectly formed." 

As he said this, he twisted his hand within the silken tresses of blonde and pulled her down, making her put her hands out to catch herself. She was on her hands and knees now, the hand of the Master still holding her tightly. He released her slowly, tugging back just a bit. She felt his hand glide down the length of her back, worshipping the feel of her. 

"I am going to prepare you for my newest boy, girl. You will find him incredibly amazing, but it won't be easy for you. You must learn to let go of what you perceive as painful, and encompass the sensations, thereby receiving, and giving the true pleasure I have no doubt you are capable of." 

He brushed the paddle lightly over her lips. Giving her a hint of what was to come. She made her own mental preparations, going into a place she had developed with the help of her Master, in her own mind. Here she had learned to take what should have been painful, and channel it into the pleasure it created within her body. 

With the first stroke of the paddle upon her ass, she was surprised, for she had thought it would be harder. Spank after spank, He teased her with His gentleness, she felt almost relieved by the softness of the paddling. Yet she craved something more, she wanted to feel Him stroke her harder, but knew she could not speak. Sensing this within her, He paddled her a bit firmer, using just the right strength to coax her along, hoping she would continue giving Him the signals with her body of wanting more. Every few swats, He would get just a little bit firmer in his stroke, making leila undulate under His commanding paddle. 

"I believe this girl needs a firmer paddle. She is lovely Geoff." 

And Lorenzo wiped down the paddle and laid it carefully back into the case. He removed a narrower paddle, knowing the stinging sensations it gave would be a harder test for the girl's tender flesh. The idea of her whimpering as he paddled her excited him, and he quickly returned to leila to begin stroking her smooth flesh once more. Once more, he started softer, letting her get used to the new feel of the slimmer paddle. At first, she writhed a bit, trying to maintain her composure. This pleased Lorenzo, knowing how hard she must be fighting to not cry out. 

Leila felt the sting of the new paddle. She had never experienced such raw sensations. It was at first almost more than she could bear, yet, she found the experience tantalizing. Through the stinging swats, she became more pliant, her body almost lifting to receive each slap. He paddled her harder, driving her to nearly beg for more. He knew exactly how hard and how often to strike her. It was delicious, these sensations coursing through her. She fell into the mesmerizing rhythm of the ever harder, insistent paddling of her tender ass. Suddenly, she realized he had stopped and she felt a keen disappointment deep within. 

"I sense the girl is ready to do my bidding completely. See how she craves more of my paddle? kitten, will you please go get my pet? I believe he has been caged long enough." 

As kitty left the room, Lorenzo lightly stroked the paddle over leila's lush lightly rouged lips. "Your Master will enjoy the treat I have for you. I am sure you will show Him how pleased you are with your new task. However, it will not be an easy task for you." 

Kitten re-entered the room with the most exquisite black man on a gold leash, crawling as a leopard over the plush floor, muscles rippling. He was completely naked, but his body gleamed with oil. His deep brown eyes took in everything, finally seeing his Master, he lowered himself obediently. Lorenzo watched his new sub. He was coming along nicely. He still couldn't believe his luck in finding such a rare creature. How a professional football player desired to be mastered by a librarian was beyond him. But he had taken great care in training the boy, and he was proving to be exceptional in all matters but one. 

De'juwan did not care for the female flesh. Lorenzo had a hard time accepting that his sub was so completely gay. He could have accepted that the man was bi-sexual, that would not have been unusual. So, Lorenzo had chosen tonight to train his sub to respond even to a girl's touch. De'juwan was not aware of this, and He was not going to tell leila either. He wanted their responses to be natural, primal even. He knew they would be beautiful together; her pure white skin and flaxen hair entwined with his midnight black flesh and dreads. Just the thought of controlling two such lovely creatures made a tight, pleasurable knot within his belly. 

"Bring my boy to me, kitten." Lorenzo once more wiped down the smaller paddle and laid it within the case. He pulled out a small leather crop with a small tassel of leather at the end. De'juwan's heart thudded, he knew how delicious that crop felt upon his skin. He was confused by the presence of a girl near his Master. She was lovely, as girls go, yet he had no interest in her smooth skin, or pretty breasts hanging down as she waited on hand and knee. For all he knew, she was also going to be whipped by his Master and was pleased that someone else would enjoy such delight. 

Geoff watched kitten bring in Lorenzo's newest sub. He was exquisite. He was not the usual type for Lorenzo. He was big, probably stood well over 6'5", and was even more muscular than Lorenzo. But he moved under the leash as if born to the submission of it. Geoff caught a glance of his male parts and suppressed a sigh at the enormity of them. He pondered how leila was going to handle such maleness, but knew she would just to please him.

As de'juwan was placed near his Master's feet, Lorenzo took the leash from kitten and playfully swatted her with the crop. She blushed properly and quickly went back to kneeling next to Michael's chair. 

Lorenzo then spoke to his sub. "My boy, you have pleased me with your willingness to pleasure me in all matters. Now, I have another way for you to please me. I am Mastering this pretty girl as part of her initiation into my club. Her Master has taught her well. Someday, you also will be allowed to come in, if I feel you are worthy. But tonight, you will do as I say, as she will also. I have prepared her for you. She is still warm from her paddling, yet she is hungry for more. You understand that need, I know you do. But, I would also have her please me in other ways as well. Now, you will lie under her. Your cock will be hers to please as I whip her sweet smoothness. If she does not please you, I will be easy with her. If you respond to her, I will whip her harder, just like you desire. And should she make you reach release, I will also whip you as you so desperately need to be. Remember, if I have to go easy upon her, you will not feel the sting of my crop upon your flesh for a week."

De'juwan took a deep calming breath. He desired the feel of his Master's crop upon his back, yet, to be intimately touched by this wisp of a girl made him tremble in fear. He did not enjoy the touch of a woman. When he was in high school, he had done what was expected by his team mates and bedded nearly the whole cheerleading squad, yet he had felt no real pleasure with them. He had often wondered if it was normal not to enjoy being with a girl, but was afraid to talk about it because the other guys had talked like it was heaven to fuck Dana Bradford, the head cheerleader. 

It wasn't until a wild party in college had disintegrated into an all out "fuck whoever was closest" orgy that de'juwan had realized that men turned him on completely. He knew he couldn't let his team mates know his desires. They would have turned on him like a pack of pit bulls. After college, when he was drafted into the NFL, he had been invited to a party of one of the high dollar investors in the team he played for. He had met another investor and found himself drawn to him. The man was married, but led a secret life into which de'juwan was initiated. His new friend was a Dominant, and recognized in de'juwan a need to be submissive. It wasn't until he started training that he told his new Dom that he only desired males. This pleased his Master and he spent nearly the entire length of his football career with that team as the sub of the high powered investor. When he was traded, his Dom had done some seeking and found a Master for him in this city. So far, it had been even more exciting. This new Master knew exactly how far to take him, and also enjoyed the pleasure of his body as he had so wanted his first Master to do. Now, he was being made to do something that he hadn't done in nearly seven years. But, he was eager to do as bid, knowing that the later reward would be worth the present humiliation. 

De'juwan lay down under the girl's body, her head just above his groin. He felt her hair glide over his skin, and it felt like silk. He had never realized how soft a woman's hair could feel. Looking up at Lorenzo, he smiled shyly, and then laid back.

Leila felt the man move under her, he seemed so big; she had to spread her hands farther apart just to allow for the well muscled thighs to move under her. She knew what was expected of her now, but waited until Master Lorenzo gave her his instruction. She felt the tip of the crop slide between her thighs and up to her moist crevice. Shifting slightly, she felt her breasts stroke over the man's thighs. All the sensations made her acutely aware of how turned on she was. 

Lorenzo then spoke to her. "Girl, using only your mouth, I want you to raise my boy's desire and give him release. You may begin." And with that said, He quickly stroked a few swats over her ass with the crop, inciting her to do as told, eager to feel even more of the delicious snaps of leather upon her. 

She began by licking the inside of his thigh, making him squirm a bit. She felt the lashes get softer, and quickly moved to licking and sucking on the rather large testicles of the man. She had a hard time taking one of the balls into her mouth, they were so large, yet she did, and felt a slight stirring of his cock. The strokes upon her ass got harder as she continued. Encouraged, she sucked harder then released the first ball and began with the second. 

She was surprised that he wasn't rock hard by now. In her experience, most men were ready to push her down and fuck her wildly after having their balls sucked this way. She worked all the harder to excite the man whom she could not see, wanting to please the one wielding the crop. She could feel how wet she was becoming, and as though able to read her thought, Lorenzo stopped and stroked the crop over her glistening sex a few times, she was nearly crazy with want, yet she continued her task of making the man under her hard. She began to stroke his cock with her tongue. She felt how large he was, even though he was only partially aroused.        This excited her, and she desired to see how big this man actually could become. With fierceness, she began to earnestly make the man's cock harden. 

Lorenzo noted her efforts and rewarded her by stroking the crop even harder over her ass. She could tell he was leaving welts, and this made her pleased. She wanted her Master to know that she could handle such pleasure. She growled deeply as she took the swelling cock within her mouth. De'juwan was trembling. It confused her, why he would be holding back, but she only wanted to do as she was told, and keep receiving the strokes to her flesh. 

De'juwan felt the girl take him in her mouth. He knew he was big to begin with, and worried that if he let himself become fully erect that she would not be able to continue. No other girl had ever wanted to suck him like this. It was new, and not altogether unpleasant for him to experience this. He could see his Master over her, swinging the crop and landing the stinging leather upon her. He wanted to be the one above, receiving the blows, finally, it dawned on him, if he gave over to his Master in this, then he would also receive the pleasures that she was getting. Closing his eyes, he gave over to her tongue and mouth, letting his cock grow impossibly hard within her. She didn't pull away and this encouraged him. Finally, hearing the strokes getting harder above him, he began to move under her, fucking her as she sucked upon his rock hard cock. 

This made Lorenzo extremely pleased. He had wanted to find a way to get his sub to respond to a woman's touch. His beautiful sub, genevieve, had expressed a desire to be "attacked" by a big black man, showing her no mercy, and Lorenzo had spent months trying to find someone who could fulfill this fantasy of hers, while he would be able to observe their responses. When his friend had contacted him about de'juwan, it was perfect timing, except for this dislike of girls, he was ideal. 

Leila had never enjoyed a cock so huge. It was incredible, and she nearly choked several times trying to take it deeper into her throat. She felt the man give over to her, and on some deep level, knew she couldn't stop or it would not be a good situation for either of them. She loved the feel of the crop swinging expertly over her bottom, and she wriggled her ass just enough to please the Master. Faster and harder she sucked the enormous cock. He was beginning to return the thrusts and she had a sudden desire to feel him buried deep into her pussy, but she knew that she couldn't act of her own will. Master Geoff would not be happy at all if she took that kind of initiative, even with another sub.

Lorenzo's strokes grew more demanding, pushing the heat of the two writhing bodies up even more. He could tell that she wanted him. The sweet honey of her sex was dripping from her ripe pussy, yet he didn't want his boy to embarrass him in front of the group by refusing the delectable girl. He knew what needed to be done to make de'juwan want more, and reluctantly, he made his decision. With a final crack of the crop over the girl's welted ass, he stopped and slowly stroked the crop, easing the tension of her body. Reaching down, He grabbed her hair and pulled her from the boy. The cock slid out slowly, tantalizingly wet, hot, hard. She whimpered slightly, and realizing that she was to have no more, she went into her kneeling position, her body still quivering with denied release. 

He noticed how his boy was trying hard not to lose control, this was good, de'juwan wanted the girl to give him his release. This was a promising turn for Lorenzo. Meanwhile, he felt that leila had done quite well, and with his own breath labored, looked over at Geoff and nodded his appreciation. 

Turning to Michael he said, "she is incredible, I look forward to seeing her again. May I ask you to allow jake to take my boy back to his cage?" 

"Certainly, Lorenzo," Michael replied, knowing that jake had found favor in being allowed to spend time with de'juwan in the privacy of the cage room. 

The two of them had become friends outside of the club, but had never crossed the boundary of friendship except when their Masters allowed them to under their control. Lorenzo took up his boy's leash and handed it to jake leading them both out of the room, crop in hand. 

Leila knelt before her Masters and Mistresses, this last test nearly her undoing. Her body craved the touch of release. This was more torturous than the welts rising on her ass. She hoped the next test would finally give her relief. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. Taking a deep breath, she calmed her nerves and waited for Michael to speak once more.



The Initiate Ch. 05



Michael announced that it was time for the next round. He told kitten to freshen drinks as the next Master prepared his scene. Leilani knelt quietly as she listened to the murmur of voices and some sounds she couldn't quite place. She felt a hand upon her wrist as she was pulled into a standing position. It was strong, and held her firmly. The hand of this Master led her to what she thought must be the center of the room. She felt a cold metal bar pressed against her chest, above her breasts. Her hands were cuffed to the bar so she could not move her arms at all. Then she felt her feet being cuffed, her legs spread as far apart as possible. Another cold metal bar, a little wider it seemed, was pressed against her lower abdomen. She heard the clank of chains and wondered what this Master was going to do to her. Moments later, a whirring sound was heard and suddenly she was lifted from the ground, and was tilted face down, the metal bars supporting her weight. She was lifted up; spread open, until she was waist high off the floor. Leila felt something glide over her body, then, she felt herself being bound to the metal supports so she could not move at all. She felt that her breasts were free of the confinement, as was the wet hot place between her legs. 

Leilani was unable to move. Every nerve was taut. Her hearing acutely tuned to the room around her. She heard a voice then, rich, resonant. She tried to remember back to the party earlier. She has spoken with this man. He was a stock broker, if she remembered correctly. An older gentleman, with wavy black hair lightly sprinkled with distinguished-looking grey. He obviously spent time in a local gym. She was dismayed to find that the place between her legs had warmed to thoughts of him and what he might do with her as she hung there all trussed-up. Her thoughts were brought back to present quickly when she heard that this master wanted to see how many orgasms she could tolerate. Her heart fluttered at the thought that she would finally be allowed a release from her rather excited state. 

Leila was not prepared for what happened next. She felt strong clamps attached to her nipples. They must have been weighted, because they pulled her nipples down, causing a little pain. Then she nearly cried out as she felt clamps pulling her pussy lips apart and holding her wide open. Each clamp had some kind of rope attached to it, and was tied around her thighs, keeping the attached lips spread. This was such an incredible feeling. Leila could not decide if it hurt or felt good. The sensations were much too strong to decipher in her heated state. Then, she was tipped over the edge as she felt a tongue brush along her slit. Not quite reaching her tender pink bud of clit. The tongue knew exactly where to glide so as not to let her have her climax, yet keep her on the edge. 

As she concentrated on the sweet sensations coursing through her lower body, she felt someone else licking her breast, biting it, pulling on the nipple clamp slightly. These sensations heightened her need for release. As she tried to writhe, without much luck, she felt a mouth suck on her toes. then another on her other foot. She was experiencing so many sensations; she didn't know what to concentrate on. Another person began licking her fingers and sucking on them. Then, the tongue that was sliding over her soaking pussy, pressed hard into her clit. She wanted to scream out. Her breathing was hard, fast. The tongue began to tease and tantalize even more. Then the teeth of that tongue descended upon her clit and began pulling and nibbling. She couldn't hold on much longer. And as another mouth began to work on her other breast and the tongue and teeth tortured her relentlessly, she gave way. Rushing torrents of her pleasure flooded the tongue's mouth and down his chest. She came hard. She was hot. And when she thought she couldn't give anymore, the teeth would bite down once more and she would come all over again. She then felt something glide into her pussy. It was cold. It was hard, and made her come once more. It was as though she had never been allowed this pleasure, and had pent it up for so many years. Each time a new sensation was added, she would come. The cold hard cock began sliding in and out of her. It began to warm to her body temperature. And slowly it got hotter. She was so turned on that she came three more times as the warming cock pumped into her. It was making her feel like she was nearly on fire now. The temperature of the cock must be getting hotter, she thought to herself. 

Suddenly, the cock was pulled from her, and she nearly cried with want of it once more. The Master grabbed the chains of her nipple clamps and pulled back towards him. And as she moaned from the hurt it caused, she felt him thrust his own cock into her. She came harder than she ever had. All he did was stand there, not moving, other than the pulling of the chains. He could feel every muscle within her tighten around his cock. Unable to hold on much longer himself, he gave several hard thrusts, each time pulling the chains harder. Then, as she whimpered softly, not wanting to raise this Master's ire, he pulled from her and exploded all over her rounded ass and back. The feeling of his cum so hot upon her made her come once more. Then she lay still as the Master began to unclamp everything from her. 

Someone cleansed her back as she still lay there. Then she felt the device holding her begin to move so she could lie upon the floor. All the cuffs were released, and the chains pulled away. The strong hand helped her to her kneeling position, and trembling, she waited once more, unsure how much more she could withstand, yet not wanting for this to be over. 

leilani remained in her position at the feet of Michael while the Masters and Mistresses enjoyed another drink and prepared for her final initiation exam. she was nearly exhausted. she lowered her head a bit, closing her eyes and let her mind drift back to the first time she met her Master, Geoff.

Leila had just dropped her brother off at the airport; he had come to see her over his spring break from college. They had enjoyed their time together and she was sad to see him go, but proud that he had finally decided to make something of his life and go back to school. Their parents had died shortly before his graduation from high school, and she was finishing up her degree in Consumer Sciences. It had been hard on both of them but she managed to help her brother graduate. He decided not to go on to college, which Leila knew would have broken their father's heart, but he wanted time to "find himself" and joined a band as a stage hand on their first worldwide tour. Leilani graduated from college the following December and immediately found a job working as a fashion consultant for a major department store. Her job included a lot of traveling and occasionally, her travels coincided with her brother's tour schedule so they were able to see each other throughout the year.

Leilani had dated several guys in college, but never found anyone who could fulfill some indescribable need inside of her. She had thought she found a man she loved after she graduated and went to work. He was three years older than her, and had lightly introduced her to the world of BDSM. Leila had been completely ignorant of such a world. Yet, when she was in the submissive role, she felt as though her mind and body were complete. Unfortunately, the man she had been seeing was not skilled in being Dominant, and she once more felt there had to be more. She broke off the relationship and later found out that he had been married and just wanted a "fling on the wild-side". Hurt, she swore she would never date again. 

The day she dropped her brother off at the airport, she had seen a man who nearly took her breath away. He was beautiful. He was what she had always pictured as her "Perfect Master". She had looked at him surreptitiously several times as he was talking to an airport official. Then, her brother was gone, and she had no more reason to remain at the terminal. She slowly turned around with one last glance at the man and headed out the doors to the parking lot. She felt, rather than heard, someone following her. She quickly looked over her shoulder and saw that it was the man. She was relieved yet excited to know that they were alone in the covered parking area. She straightened her back a bit, which in turn thrust her perfectly shaped bottom out as she walked just a little slower. She knew that guys were always watching her from behind. Her best friend had even commented about how perfect she looked in her tight low-rise jeans and a simple tank top. Today, she was wearing a pair of khaki slacks and a light sweater over her tank. She had to go in to work for a few hours to clear up some orders that had been misdirected. Her long sleek hair had been pulled back in a barrette and cascaded down over her hips to swing seductively along her well-formed bottom. 

She reached her car and had hit the unlock button on her key ring. As she was working to get her key ready, she dropped the keys and they slid under the car next to hers. She leaned down to retrieve them and saw to her dismay that they were too far under the car to reach them without getting on her knees. At that moment, the man following behind spoke to her. Leila looked up, startled to hear that the voice of the man was just as compelling as his looks. She was staring at him, not following what he said. Then she realized that he was offering to move his vehicle so that she may get her keys. She nodded, still mesmerized by his striking good looks and take-charge manner. The man came up beside her, his hand raised to lightly run a finger over her cheek and down over her shoulder. Startled at his bold move, Leila thought she should step back, but found she couldn't. She lowered her eyes, and then raised them up to look through her long lashes. 

The man spoke again. "Miss, you are so beautiful. I have never beheld such an exquisite creature such as you." 

Regaining what little composure she had intact, Leilani finally took a step backward.

"Forgive me sir; it would seem that my keys have fallen underneath your car. I will gladly accept your offer to move it so I may retrieve them." 

She felt stupid. Here was a man. Bold, handsome, and giving her an intimate compliment. And all she could do was ask him to move his car so she could get her keys and leave, when that was the last thing she wanted at the moment. Leila blushed at this realization. She looked back up at the man and smiled. 

"If that is what you want, of course I will help you, Miss." 

For a moment she looked at him, her mind whirling at the possibilities. Was he married? Or did he have a girlfriend? Would he want to go out with me sometime? Finally she responded, unsure why she said what she did at that moment. "I, don't really know what I want, sir." With this she quickly bowed her head, and she felt the heat of her embarrassment rising. 

The man came closer to her, and put his fingers upon her chin, raising her head. "Sweet girl, if I may be so bold, would you care to join me for some lunch? I find that airplane food leaves little to be desired and I am hungry. Perhaps I can help you find out what you truly want. I feel the keys are not the problem. Let me introduce myself. I am Geoffrey Barrett. I am the Chief of Psychiatric Medicine at Briarwood Hospital. Now, please tell me something of yourself." 

Leila wrinkled her brow momentarily at his introduction. A doctor, true, but a shrink? The last thing she needed was someone to tell her that her sexual fantasies were abnormal and should not be entertained in any way. Yet something about his manner made her think that he would be the type to understand perfectly what it was she was seeking. She slowly nodded her head, "I think I could take time for some lunch before I have to go to work. My name is Leilani Stephens. But please, most everyone calls me Leila. I am a fashion coordinator for Jameson's Department Stores."

"Well then Leila, let me move my car so you may get your keys. There is a nice little Italian restaurant about four blocks down the road from the turn, does that sound fine to you?"

"Antonio's? That is one of my favorite places to eat, yes, that would be nice." Leila responded cheerily.

Geoff had got into his car, an older model Jaguar in pristine condition. She opened the door to her sporty Grand Am, a gift to herself for her college graduation. She kept it neat and clean as well, and was glad that she had taken it to the carwash yesterday afternoon. Tossing in her purse, she turned around as his car backed out and quickly retrieved the keys. Getting in her car, she quickly buckled herself in and followed Geoff from the airport parking lot and out onto the street. 

Reaching the restaurant, she pulled in next to his car. He had already got out and was at her door. When he opened it for her, she stepped out. He took hold of her, firmly, and pulled her to him. She knew she should panic, but something in his demeanor told her that she was safe. He lowered his lips to her ear, and as his hand caressed her back, drawing her into his embrace, he told her that she was to leave her sweater in the car. She started to protest, saying it was chilly. Geoff placed his finger over her lips and told her that she would not need her sweater. She shrugged it off her shoulders and down her arms. 

The bare skin was smooth and creamy, just as he had known it would be. He preferred women who did not tan their skin. He felt it "toughened" them unnecessarily. Leila tossed the sweater into the car and closed the door. As they made their way into the restaurant, Geoff once more leaned in close to her. Into her ear, he whispered that she was not to say a word, unless he asked her a question. He would take care of everything she needed. 

Leila frowned at this, she had thought this man nice, and now he was proving to be a male chauvinist. But she was hungry and the smells coming from the kitchen were making her stomach rumble slightly. "Alright, Geoff, but I don't understand why."  

To this he responded, "leila, from now on, you will refer to me as Sir, or Master. You need me sweet girl. You need me to be the Dominant man you desire to serve." 

Leilani looked at him, startled. How could he have known that in just the short time they had met? Her body shivered slightly at his words. She felt a deep response she had never felt before, and it excited her greatly. 

He spoke again, "Do you have a boyfriend or someone in your life? I do not want to share you with anyone." 

She nodded her head "no" her mind still wondering what was happening. 

"Good, then from now on, you are mine. Do you understand that, leila?" 

She responded, "please, Ge--Sir, I am not sure exactly what you want from me. We have only met. Perhaps we should get to know each other before you declare me yours?" 

He laughed at this, then gave her a serious look, "sweet girl, you have no choice. You know you want what I am offering you. I can see it in the way you react to me. You are meant to be with me. I have been seeking a girl to be my submissive, and here you are, nearly dumped in my lap. If I do not claim you now, some other man or woman will claim you. And they may not be as generous a Master or more mindful of your needs as I can be. Now, let us go sit down, they have a table ready for us."

Leilani warmed at the thought of this, their first meeting. Little did she know just how right her Master was. He was perfect for her. And she tried very hard to be perfect for Him. she loved Him dearly. She thought of the next day after they met, and a tingling feeling came over her and down into her belly. 

Master Geoff had picked her up from her apartment that evening after work and took her to His home out in Brookside Estates. She was captivated by all the flowering trees and the huge stone and brick homes. He pulled up into his driveway and got out, coming around to her door. She started to get out and as she stood, he told her to go down on her knees. He made it clear that she was not to walk beside him, but to crawl behind him whenever they were in His home. Tears had formed, but she held them and went down to the ground gracefully. She felt sure that the neighbors could see out their windows and would wonder what she was doing. But Geoff did not seem to see anything but her. He closed her door and then bade her to follow quickly. 

They entered the house and leila looked up. She was over awed. It was exquisitely decorated. Everything looked as though it came out of an Interior Design magazine. Geoff went to a small bar on the other side of the Great room. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and turning, told leila he had a present for her, but she must first earn it. She was pleased that he already thought highly enough of her to buy her a gift, and was eager to find out what would make him happy. He led her through the kitchen and a smaller pantry room with well-stocked shelves. The room he led her to was behind a wooden door at the other end of the pantry. It had been locked and he had pulled the key out from a chain around his neck. He stepped into the room and called for her to follow. As leila crawled through the door, she stopped in her place and took in the room's decor and features. Her heart was racing and she felt the first small wisp of fear course through her. 

The room was black. No, not black. It was the deepest shade of plum. Rich velvet drapes were deep violet, held back with silver metal ties. The sheers under them were a myriad of colors in hues of the deep purple along with greens and browns. The carpet was deep plush. The color was pure and deep aubergine. There were several sofas and chairs about the room covered in mossy greens, deep lavenders, dark brown leather. The tables were ebony, carved in interesting features of people in various states of undress and entwined in intimate manners. One wall was completely covered in three mirrored panes of glass. Another was dark wood that matched the leather used in the chairs. On this wood wall were several hooks and curious things that leila had never before seen. The other two walls were covered in a Jacquard pattern done in a lighter shade of violet with slight shimmers of the greens and browns that complimented the rest of the furnishings. 

All the paintings on the walls were images of people entwined in various stages of sexual pleasure. Some of the pictures even depicted what seemed like ritualistic torture of beautiful young men and women with blissful gazes upon their faces. An iron worked chandelier hung from the ceiling as well as other chains and hooks. leila took it all in, astonished that such a place existed. 

She was pulled from her reverie by the feel of something on her back. Before she could look to see what it was, a sharp sting met her bottom and she cried out. "Now, now sweet girl, I cannot have you crying out at the mere touch of my crop. you have much to learn and I have so much I want to teach you. Now, there is one more thing I must demand of you. Anytime you are here with me, you will be undressed and your hair loose. There is a small bathroom over there behind that drape that you may use to undress and make yourself presentable. I will not ask this of you today as this is your first time here. But I will expect it from now on. Am I clear in this matter?" 

leilani gave Him the barest of nods, unsure just what she had gotten herself into, but curious enough to see what transpired. If she became frightened or uncomfortable, she could always call a halt to everything and walk out of His life. This was the agreement they had written up, along with several other items regarding their "arrangement" between them. He also had the capability of making her leave. To never see him again if he so willed it. Somehow, she wanted desperately to not see that happen. She was enthralled with this man. And strangely, she felt at home with everything that he was asking of her so far. She had never felt this way before and her body was eager to experience what He had to teach it. 




The Initiate Ch. 05



Geoff called her attention back to him and told her she could sit upon the cushion at the foot of his leather chair. Quickly she crawled forward and knelt there, feeling a bit awkward at first. She had been taught this position by the man who thought he could be her Master. Geoff looked down at her meager attempt at the kneeling position and laughed. 

"sweet girl, you will be sore if you kneel in that way for very long. I do not want a sore submissive. Now, unbend yourself and let me guide you in a more proper way of relaxing next to me. 

Gratefully, she let Him show her how to rest at his feet, and surprisingly, it was more comfortable. He stroked her hair, and she could tell he appreciated the effort she had put into making sure it was smooth and soft for His pleasure. 

"sweet girl, I did promise you a small gift for your willingness to obey me and be mine. you have shown remarkable ability already in being able to listen and take direction from me. Now, I will give you a token of my commitment to you to be your sole Master." Reaching over to the table near His chair, He picked up a small wooden box and opened it. He pulled out a delicate silver chain and unclasped it. From the chain dangled a silver charm. Leila looked up at it and a small smile spread over her lips. Geoff placed the chain around her neck and clasped it. 

Suddenly, leila felt the full import of what He had just done. The charm resting upon her chest was a padlock encrusted with tiny diamonds. She felt tears stinging her eyes as she looked back up at her Master. she was His. There was no doubt now. Everything she had ever known about loving and belonging suddenly became inconsequential. She knew that she had finally met the man who would free her from the shell she had built around herself all these years, and make her feel complete.

Leilani had been kneeling there, at Michael's feet, seemingly in a trance. Geoff had noticed her idly playing with the platinum and diamond padlock she wore around her neck at all times. He smiled to himself. He knew she was remembering their second meeting and the pleasures that had been unlocked since that fateful spring day when she had lost her keys underneath his car. He sat back, well-pleased with his beautiful girl. And he knew, that this final test would prove not only her worth, but his right to belong to this exclusive group of some of the most powerful people in the region. For once leila had passed, he would have to reveal her heritage, and they would be most impressed to find that she was the daughter of the former Governor who, along with his wife had been killed in a car accident a few years ago. The same Governor who had started this exclusive club for high society's sexual deviants as a place to come together in the safety and security they needed to play out their darkest desires.