The Sanctuary

The Sanctuary Part 2

The next days of Michelle's teachings evolved quickly into what her own circumstances and desires indicated. She was given polysomniogram treatments with sensors attached to her head and body whereby her mind was flooded with the indications of her deepest fantasies and darkest desires which were revealed during her initial days here at the sanctuary. Her bodily responses were simultaneously measured to include pulse rate, variations of breathing, dilation of the pupils, moistening of the vagina, and hardening of the nipples. Giving further validation as to what her real needs were sexually as a woman, as well as how they could be incorporated in her servitude as an enticing slave, an exclusive regimen was formulated where she could feast on what she herself most enjoyed. For the entire time she slept, she was allowed to not only view such scenes of erotic passion and sexual expression, but by the advanced work done with virtual reality, she actually experienced the sensations firsthand in what I simply refer to as "Feelies", as opposed to what most people only know as Movies.

For the reader's pleasure, I am including exerpts from Michelle's personal journal. Required of each novitiate during the entire experience of the sanctuary, a glimpse inside revealed..."Waking up after a number of sexuality tests my Master had provided for me, I knew I had experienced something unlike anything before. the sanctuary had become an evolutionary place of surprises and amazement. In the beginning my soul fought against allowing something that I had been taught my whole life as wrong, not appropriate for "good girls" to even imagine. Always though, an invisible urging, something I can't place my finger on, called to me of it."

"I did not remember what my body or mind had secretly revealed and told them while I slept, and now inside my personal and private world of secrets my heart shook with fear at what my master might now know about me. Even when I am influenced and manipulated to share all the hidden moments of my life, there are still deep within some things I care to withhold even though I may not realize still I am able to do it. There are some things that have always aroused me privately, yet I have always been too afraid to experience them. Today I fear I have disclosed some of those secrets."

A woman is God's most delicious creation for Man. She is blessed with degrees of subtleties in her personality and spirit and variations of expressing herself in so many ways that a man can never understand or really appreciate who that person is that he may have known for the greater portion of his life. The sadness for this society is the abuse of women, as young girls, when 25% are molested sexually, thus imprinting in their lives forever a distorted perception of what is proper and improper with their own sexuality. I, WolfenDom, have seen the misery firsthand, of many whom know what is "decent, acceptable, and proper", yet their moment of awareness was anything but that. Thus, they are forever marooned between appearing as the aforementioned traits of propriety, and knowing deep within there lies a hunger that was cultivated as it was, that no one can find out, or else she will be considered less than or leprous, and destined to aloneness for the rest of her life. Many of the girls who come to the sanctuary are searching in an attempt to reconcile the darkness with the light. Each is to find her soul's way of fulfillment in a place where she is unconditionally accepted, given the emotional support, and the feeling of purpose and self-esteem that she can not find elsewhere. We all are, as we are...and being who we are...is more than fine...for how we express ourselves is a way of being that makes us complete, in all the seasons of our lives. Michelle was about to understand her own, as she had never known, or frankly, imagined.

Awakened in the middle of the night, soft hands of my personal assistants mask her surprise with hushed tones and shadowy silhouettes. She is led to an even darker chamber than her own cell, and stripped of her novitiate uniform, a flimsy material of cotton, revealing all of her...firm breasts, always hardened nipples, smooth stomach, waxed pussy, and tight ass astride well- proportioned legs firm from daily exercise. Her well-toned body attested to the healthiness demanded of these girls, and Michelle was more than an excellent specimen, in so many ways. Since her arrival, she had thrived on my environment of healthy living, abundant exercise, and sensual explorations. Her body was totally exquisite; firm breasts, toned muscles, that line of definition down her stomach, taut calf muscles, and thighs, and the cutest tight ass I had pleasured myself with in a very long time. She was indeed a gorgeous young slave, whose only pleasure became increasingly to please me, her Master.

...another entry of her's read..."Instinctively frightened, not realizing what is going on, I am afraid, yet also I know where I am I will not be hurt. Sometimes I still get a urge to cover my body up especially after being abruptly awakened and sent to a strange place in the middle of the night. The whole time my mind screams out to know what is going on. Inside my body prepares itself. Knowing always that Master is behind this, my body opens to him and I am unconsciously wet."

"Left here, I waited, but no one came. The walls made me shiver. So hard, so cold, so wet, and so dark. Why am I in this place? Did my mind and body says this is what I wanted. What will he do to me? No one comes and I want to cry out, but my mouth is gagged. After what seems like hours, tears of self-pity flow down my cheeks. Have I done something wrong that I must be put through this? Why does no one come? I want to scream 'Master!...I cannot handle this', but I do...and I will."

Shackled to the musty, dungeon walls, mouth full of a ball gag, legs wide apart...the hours passed with only the thoughts going through her mind as to what may be her requirements to come. As morning approached, I entered the hallway leading to her dungeon room. The sound of my boots on the cold, stone floor reverberated against the walls, announcing my arrival. The door swung open, and as she recognized me framing the entire doorway with my size and strength, immediately she drops her head in awareness of her master's presence.

Her heart quickens..."Master!!!...It is my master! I quickly drink in his looks and then drop my head. I wish I could hold myself in a better position,but sheer emotional and physical exhaustion overcomes me. My whole body is electrically charged with his being. After being left alone this whole night my deprivation has only added to my enjoyment of being in his presence."

With only the intensity of my eyes piercing her sweet innocence, I near her and for minutes...fifteen in all...I kiss her face, neck, and lips...with only my mouth and gentlest of fingers stroking her warm, soft flesh, all above her collar bones. Taking her ball gag out, I have no words spoken between us, just the feeling where she hovers with my lips, tongue, teeth and fingertips arousing her tight, irresistibly sexy body. Moans begin to rise from within her, as she so deliciously moves in a dance of pleasure to have her hardened nipples to brush against me, her wet pussy to touch my crotch to verify my own arousal, and hopeful allow her a release of passion against this chambered wall. I give none of that...just the incessant kissing, softly...now more profound and demanding...now barely a touch of my skin against her's. She is my instrument of pleasure, and I gain much pleasure from her orgasmic nature, already having achieved over a dozen orgasms during one half-hour period of my tongue devouring her clit. Now, I know she needs more, and is willing to demonstrate that need, however I choose.

As she evolves into a personal desire for me alone, she continues..."Master comes toward me and my body comes alive. Then the sweetest caresses and kisses! Oh, how my body responds with quickened pulses and shameless wetness. To feel his touch...so tender and arousing. His mouth covers mine and and my body arches towards him, begging. My soul cries out for more. I want to him to take me as his sexslave, willing to do whatever he desires with me. I need him to fill me. My body cries, 'Please master!!', but he simply continues his teases, bringing me more and more to a feverish pitch of beastial pleasure. The most innocent of his kisses makes the lovejuices run from my body, embarrassingly to me a few weeks ago, but now, I need him, want him, will do anything for my Master."

"My precious sexslave...you want me, don't you?....Speak". "Yes Master, my body aches for your permission of release!!" "I have something planned for you that you aren't aware of, something you told me in your sleeping sessions. You will know more as this day unfolds."

Attaching her collar to that long, smooth neck, so proud and strong, I lead her out of the dungeon by a leash attached to my belt. Head bowed, arms below her waist, she follows as she's become accustomed to anytime I have her so. Down the halls, past others here, I take her to the outside courtyard, where her earlier public display of submission is still fresh on her mind.

"Today, my sweet slavevixen, you are to please me again with your willingness to serve. In the center of the courtyard is a metal cage, allowing you to crawl inside and comfort your knees with sufficient padding. My guards will take you, in that cage, into a town nearby where I have used the townspeople before to assist me in the training of a slave. Your interests have indicated a strong willingness for public display, humiliation, and degradation...and today you will have your fill of such." Immediately Michelle's eyes sprang open wide and she violated her training with a quick look into my eyes with a plea for mercy. Just as quick my flogger snapped around her hips, snatching a quick and painful nip of her ass, as she froze in fear, yet ducked her head as she knew she must to avoid further lashes.

Deliciously mine now, she ventures towards her demands..."I see the cage. I hear his words. My body tenses up and I look for some mercy...only to get a punishment for violation of the rules. Is this what I really have told him yesterday in my sleep? God, I have no choice!!"

"Not only will you experience what I have said, but the people there are briefed beforehand as to what they may enjoy with your presence. You will soon find out that your cage is not inanimate in such a way that it will not respond to your movements. If your ass does not touch the back of the cage; your shoulders and hands along the sides and bottom, and your mouth does not encapsulate the cockgag, you will feel an increasing amount of electrical energy that will surge throughout your body, until you again comply with the grounding of that energy. It is your choice as to how much you suffer. Pull away from any of the walls of the cage, or the cockgag, and you will know immediately your error. Regain that position on your hands and knees and the surge decreases instantly."

Michelle approaches and admits to her self-actualization in this moment by saying..."This is what I was to do. This is what my body wants to experience. Deep down I knew it. I didn't want to admit it, but I felt that sick, dark stirring within the inner recesses of my body. As I wanted to cry out for mercy from my Master...my body cried out even more for wanting this. I trembled with fear and moaned with passion, privately luxuriating in knowing a darkest fantasy of mine would soon be real, and as graphically as I had perfectly dreamed it. A public display of pure carnality is what I would be, and I wanted this with ever breath of my being."

Wide-mouthed horror engulfed Michelle's face, nevertheless, as she was brought to the open marketplace, and there was a sinister, single, tiny cage... almost too small for a girl of her size to fit into. But, as I had told her of the needs for closeness, to avoid setting off the electrical stimulation, she needed to occupy as much of the interior of the cage as possible. Her hands were clasped behind her, a cape of red was blowing in the afternoon sun, allowing her body to be viewed by all that looked her way. Michelle was easily gaining a very appreciative audience, and as my hooded attendants led her up the few steps where the cage rested on a table, on a stage a few feet above the throngs of spectators, she would indeed provide a most pleasurable viewing of her immaculate body, willingly offered for anyone to view...and use.

Removing the cape, her only covering now is the wrist and ankle straps to accompany her collar...all leather, and all clearly showing her status as my personal sexslave. Bending over, she crawls into the cage, whereupon it is locked soundly behind her tight, muscular, rounded ass. She finds her mouth to comfortably open onto the cockgag, while her flesh is pressed lightly from the enclosure of the door, behind her. Knees padded, one of the attendants steps to the power generator and throws the switch which immediately bites into Michelle. Not realizing that all four walls around her have to be touched simultaneously, she is maddened with the harshness of the electricity shattering her composure, until she pushes inadvertently against the right wall. Realizing her mistake, she is flushed, hyperventilating, and thoroughly frustrated from the immediacy of the corrective action, mercilessly triggered with the electrical current. Her momentary comfort of realizing that a fantasy is about to be granted is vaporized when she realizes the purpose of her posture, the cage, and why I want her to remain so still.

The other hooded attendant, a strong, virile black man resonates with his booming voice..."Hear ye, Hear ye...until this hourglass runs through, this slave is to be used for whatever the townspeople choose...male or female, man or beast. There are no limits, except that she is not to suffer any further punishment, other than what is already in place. You are invited to experience this rare treasure as a gesture of benevolence from your Lord, and Master, WolfenDom...as his gift to you for your wanton desires. Do not fear the electrical shock being passed on to you, as the inside of the cage is only bare to the electrodes, and she can not break contact without only herself feeling the immediate reprisal of its bite."

A roar of mob lust threw up from the dirty and bedraggled townspeople...as men fought and pushed to be the first to use my slave for their sexual needs and delights. Quickly the cockgag was filled with an enormously thick and long cock, more than anything Michelle had ever known before. Despite her training and awareness to accommodate such a massive cock, her current distractions and shock of what was to be her fate, caused her to again find the merciless current as her only reminder for straying from my exacting standards. As she fought a reflex to gag, she pulled off of the cockgag, and screamed, sending an intensifying jolt throughout her magnificent body...reeling her into utter panic and assaults upon her mind as well, as she brutally forced herself back onto the cockgag with its enormous load of cock still waiting to abuse the gorgeous face, mouth and throat of my personal slave. With abandon to her role as a vessel for male pleasure, a receptacle of cum, she relinquished her decorum as a creature of utter beauty, and accepted her role as a cumslut.

-Sweet Lord how can he do this to me? How can my body still respond to the humiliation I am going through? Ah, but it is so easy to imagine myself serving him as those other slaves do. My mind does his bidding and places me at his feet instead of in this cage surrounded by strangers. The cocks I am forced to take drift all into one and that is his. The cum that runs down my throat and into my body becomes his sweet saltiness. I am surrounded by a dozen men that all become my master. What I do is done for his honor and that honor is my life now.

More and more men, lining up by the dozen, anxiously awaited their turn to use the gorgeous slave as the expedient to their need to fuck. Older and younger men, soon began to join in the group of those who spewed sperm into and onto my willing Michelle...now totally steeled to remain still, and actually encouraging the cum to fill her mouth quicker with her tongue, and throat acting in unison to provoke the orgasms sooner. She began to accept, then actually relish this harsh situation that I had chosen for her, and with a glance over to me, between cocks being stuffed in her beautiful mouth, she saw me looking on approvingly. Now I was ready to find out more of what was in her soul.

Motioning for my personal assistants, former graduates of the sanctuary, who preferred to stay and serve in whatever role I deemed necessary for them, I placed two absolutely delicious girls kneeling at my feet, one...an awesome blonde, with sparkling eyes of pleasing innocence, barely twenty in age, and another...a redhead who was so incredibly gorgeous that I had only allowed her in public on two other occasions, for fear her provocative sexuality would be too much for her to encompass when men knew her to be one of my slaves, and demanded that she serve them as Michelle was doing at this very moment. Totally nude except for their slave accouterments, I told them to begin kissing my boots, licking my legs, and eventually, when I told them too, likewise swallow my cock and balls in their eager mouths so Michelle could see my own pleasure being derived from other slaves, while she was resigned to sucking any cock that was forced through the cockgag into her open portal.

Without awareness of my sadistic plan, Michelle was becoming covered in creamy cum from more than two dozen erupting cocks; her mouth sore, and muscles aching from the position of her servitude and the need to coax cum from so many men. As the appointed hour was nearing eclipse, I commanded the men, still waiting with erections so prominently displayed, to move aside and let Michelle see how her Master preferred his own pleasure from her moment of exposure. Horrified, Michelle watched as the blonde slave, smiled at her with her wonderfully sensuous mouth and enclosed her full lips over the head of my cock, immediately pushing herself down my thick shaft until her nose pressed firmly into my abdomen. I particularly enjoyed how she would stay there, without a breath, until I tapped on her head to begin pistoning her head down on my cock, as the suck/fuck machine she loved becoming for me. The redhead had likewise swallowed and was obviously licking and sucking on my balls, from the way her sunken mouth was swirling her talented tongue around them, one after the other. So all Michelle could see at times was this erotic sight of these two slaves serving me, with my hands directing two delightful heads of hair so perfectly matched to firm, toned naked bodies available for all to see. I orchestrated my two sexslaves to enjoy the pleasures of their master's spunk, and enjoying the public exhibitionism, which both delighted in, while conjuring my balls to spew their load.

-A thousand tiny thoughts run through my head. The first was of that damn bitch smiling at me, but then I put myself in her place and know I would do the same. This is my hardest area to control. This jealousy is something that I know stems from somewhere in my past. So I control it for my master. I connect myself with the two women who he honors with his pleasure. I become the two lovers.