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-I know the hour has to be going by. I can feel my body wanting to rest. At the edge of my thoughts I think that I, a slave, have made many many men cum over and over. I am being freed of my cage and I walk not proudly, but with the supreme knowledge that I was given that power by my master. My body aches, but it hums with a pure sensuality that I have never held within my grasps. I admit to myself that it is something I have always dreamed of doing. I realize that beyond my aches and pains I enjoyed serving many for one.
Standing up again, for the first time in that seemingly endless hour, she immediately came to me, knelt before me, and as I ushered my two attendants back to their position behind me, I asked my sexiest of protégées..."Michelle, now that you have ventured beyond the sanctity of the lover's den, disregarding all pretense of shame, and modesty, I want to enable you to attend with me and find erotic pleasures you will enjoy at a privately affair I've been invited to this evening. For now, we are to return to the sanctuary, and have you clean up, rest, and be ready at dusk to further your spiral into the particular depravities you need for your own personal pilgrimage into passion."
-My heart swells as I kneel before him. He has given me a desire that I was not aware of. Can you understand what that feels like? To be so sexually and emotionally awakened that when you are away from the person responsible for this for the shortest amount of time your body, mind, and soul ache. I do know this feeling. The man's feet I kneel before is my saviour and to him I would give all. I listen to his smooth deep voice tell me of what is to come and I float inside my tired body.
Without any hesitation, my two bodyguards covered her gorgeously toned shoulders with the cape, making sure her body was as revealed now, after its public service, as it was only a single hour before. In her eyes, Michelle had deepened her awareness and confession of who she was, and now with head erect, nipples hard and projecting the pride she felt as my own slave, she walked even more seductively off of her stage as the wanton whore that she was, rather than the timid novitiate that first ascended. Only the briefest of sideways glances in my direction revealed my pleasure of her performance to her, and with only a hint of a smile, this proud slave assumed her life as my own vessel of inordinate ecstasy.
-My master is proud I think silently
"You will come to me tonight in the Great Hall, my slave...for now that you have found such pleasure in public usage, you will now know what it is to be of profit to me."
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Relishing the cleansing of so much male attention from her body, Michelle luxuriated in a special bath I had ordered prepared for her. The herbs and medicinally pure extracts that swirled around and inside her, as she immersed her well-proportioned body under the warm bath rejuvenated her skin and cleansed all manner of concern for her health and well-being from being a consideration as to her future welfare. My two attendants bathed her tired muscles, massaging the stress from her limbs, and generally primping her for the next session that I planned for her to enjoy this same day...well into the night and next morning. To see all three of these women in such a relaxing manner would make any man wish for just once in his life, to be graced with such beauty and expect sensuality. Fortunately for me, my choosing of this work had more benefits than any other profession I could imagine myself.
-"I am encompassed in the strangest feelings. The women I was so loathe to look at earlier with my master are now the ones that I give my body over to for care. They are gentle and slowly bring my limp form back to life with their minimal caresses of relaxation. My mind and body are quietly at one."
After a quiet meal of salads, teas, and a bit of cheese and bread, Michelle was escorted by both of my gorgeous attendants once more into my presence. Sitting before a roaring fire, comfortable in my overstuffed chair, I turned to see what again took my very breath away as I gazed upon this work of art in the making. Michelle's eyes were appropriately downcast nevertheless an assuredness of purpose in her stance as I saw her relishing her role to serve me. Her hands were so delicate and sure while her arms almost vibrated with vitality and muscles well-toned from her stay...her legs so strong, with calf and thigh muscles apparently firm withholding strength by choice that were not visible just a few months prior. Beneath her pussy lips that triangle of light which indicated just how firm her legs were, as I enjoyed seeing when she stood, knees together. Her stomach showing that line of muscle just beneath the surface, vertically from her breasts to her navel. I was validated with just the sight of her, in my choosing intuitively this rare animal of passion as my personal choice, and she did more to kindle my passion than any novitiate or continued member of my select assemblage of girls.
-"I am brought before my beloved master and I am filled with a golden excitement. I have come to find that I am more owned by this man then I myself have ever been owned by myself. My focus now is upon nothing else, but this rare specimen of masculinity. His eyes graze my body and I feel their heat. My body responds and changes to the sexuality that he breathes upon me. He is life to me and I love him completely."
"My dear you have done well to enjoy this day, and those prurient interests which only you and I had known, prior to your demonstration today. Now, I have assembled another group of men...and in utilizing the same desires you have of serving multiple partners, I will auction you off to the highest bidder as my bodyguards will be performing any act of sexual decadence with you as their object of desire. My well-endowed bodyguards will be the "tools" for these men, as you are viewed and enjoyed in any and every imaginable way for sexual pleasures. You must be aware though, that this group of men consist of those whom I have known in the past as the present owners of my graduates, and they are indeed aware of the degree of sophistication and learning which my girls are able to immediately provide upon completion of their stay with me. Should any of these men care enough to purchase you tonight, then I will allow your service and devotion to me to end, and I will find another novitiate to supply my needs."
-"A slap in the face!!! That is what would have been better. He makes me love him then would sell me to some unknown who could never take his place! My heart falters…and my breathing catches. Tears form beneath my eyelids as I struggle to keep them back. I will not let him see my broken heart. My respect for what he has given me already holds me back, but I would scream if I could. Never have I felt such defeat! Never have I felt so unwanted and uncared for! It would be better to be owned by someone else than by someone who could care less, as he, my Master, must truly feel for me now."
Michelle jerked convulsively, just as she did earlier when she saw the two attendants relishing me with their own charms of pleasure. The hurt and shock in her eyes told me once more, that in the satiation of her degradation and public humiliation, she loved me like she had not known before in her entire life. It was this love and devotion that I demanded now, as she performed for my group of select friends, as tonight's entertainment. I knew her deep craving for me personally...many of the other girls had similar feelings when they became aware, comfortable, and secure with me and of my unveiling of their sensuality, and my intentions for them to realize the actuality of their hearts. For most I would defer and explain it as a schoolgirl crush, infatuation...thus denying them any encouragement to continue their abject devotion to me. Michelle though...I intensely wanted as my own, for she was so rare in all the things I most desired in any woman...and she indeed loved me with all her soul. It was my choice to display her tonight...not for vanity...but for precedence as the choicest of the current novitiates during this annual reunion of my Masters Society.
- "Let this then be the last honor I bestow upon him who has given me so much. Let my heart not falter, and let my stride be strong. With this shock still I know my love for this man. I would make him happy. This he asks and with a sad heart I will comply."
Continuing with me along the sconced corridors of my stone halls, my small group rounded a corner into the banquet hall of the sanctuary. Resplendent in holiday mirth and splendor, the thirty-six men that I allowed to be involved as the recipients of my precise work, had already enjoyed the male camaraderie of a fine meal and entertainment provided by the other novitiates as maids, and my attendants as hostesses. The lights dimmed, as dessert was brought out, cigars lit, and coffee served.
- "So many men. Too many to count, as I glance over them, searching the crowd maybe to see the one who would be my new master. My eyes fall back to Him and I drop my head."
In the middle of the massive room, an intense light beamed directly down upon a platformed bed illuminating just the stage, leaving the rest of the room in shrouded blackness. To complete the area for my guests' tastes were all manner of instruments of pleasure, domination, and discipline. My two bodyguards, such magnificent specimens in their own right of how finely tuned the male body can be, were again hooded with black masks covering their faces with only eyes, nose, and mouths visible. The resonant sounds of kettledrums reverberated among the vastness of the room, as a lone light immediately caught my slave, Michelle, being hoisted above the crowd on arms of four other bodyguards. With one hand on each extremity of Michelle, and the other either supporting her tight ass or back, these huge men took her spread-eagled to the brilliantly lit platform, and laid on her back upon the bedded frame.
- "A lone light in a dark filled room captures my dread. My time has come. Oh but to say goodbye to my master, but I am swept quickly up into the arms of four men. Possibly better this way for I may have burst into tears or shamed my master and myself by trying to run. Never have I been so afraid. Carried into the middle of this large group of dominant men…one of which would eventually claim me."
"Gentleman, colleagues, and friends...I have an especially good night of devious fun planned for you tonight, as I offer you this most delicious of all creatures, Michelle. You know of her in the complete biography which you've been provided with at your tables, and you can read of course, not only her background as most know it, but also the depths of her depravity that have been discovered through our thoroughness of indoctrination here at the sanctuary. Tonight, I want to entice the bidding of our game of pleasure...Slave Roulette...by allowing Michelle to be purchased from me, as I have personally selected her to be my very own slave, and trained her in such a way that she is the epitome of my work here. The highest bidder will have her as his own, and I will defer to our mutual honor and friendship from our association in the Masters Society, and find another to replace her for me."
- "God…Please just let me just disappear."
"While my beautiful attendants will spin the Wheel of Decadence, we will start the bidding of each performance from Michelle and these six bodyguards, when the perversion of choice is indicated. The one bidder who tops all others will be rewarded with his gracious generosity by having Michelle owned by him, and as she's stated in her application to me, she is willing to be a slave for her entire life to her Master. Let's begin and enjoy the evening, shall we?"
- "That master was supposed to be you!!!… I want to scream. I just lie back and do what I must. Maybe I will get a really good master. Oh, master if you would just see that my heart is filled with you. How will I be able to serve another master when you will always be my Master? I know how...I will do it so that I will not fail you. Though each day may make my heart ache, I know I will be doing what you have wished upon me. I was never guaranteed that you will keep me. Only that I would serve you so I must."
The brilliance of the lights shining down upon her revealed her lungs filling with air, expelling each with a shudder as her nipples were so hard and tight...her body tensed as to what will be her fate...and the clicking of the Wheel as my gorgeous attendants smiled with their own pleasure to witness this night. The Wheel stopped at The Wooden Pony...
- "My fate is sealed."
Michelle began an evening when all of her education, personality and talents were presented in a sexual fantasia of pleasure for the members of my Masters Society. The actual sexual positions and partners began with the Wooden Pony, when she was practically impaled…placed across a metal pole with only her shaven mound of pussy allowing her to keep her balance. I sadistically had a vibrator attached to penetrate her pussy, while a butt plug was inserted in her tight ass to even more pronounce this violation of her dignity before all these people. While her nipples were stretched from her body with clamps, her mouth was ball-gagged so as not to allow her the simple utterance of her acute pain. Video cameras recorded her demonstration, while sensors attached to her body registered in colored spectrums the degree of pain, as well as the arousal of Michelle.
Before the night was through, she had accomplished what few women ever have the opportunity to enjoy…having six men cum within a minute of one another, using the same woman as the reason for their pleasure. She did this remarkable feat by positioning herself face down on a "fuck bench", with her arms supported on a padded incline, and another bench was horizontal to the floor, running between her spread, wearying legs. With her mouth, cunt, and ass engaged with three of the men, one well-endowed servant straddled the bench from an angle, and placed his enormous cock between her firm tits, while two more allowed her reach to manage their cock in each hand. Her entire body occupied, Michelle fucked, sucked, jerked, and massaged each man's turgid member until the improbable occurred with sperm spewing all over, in, and around my gorgeous slavegirl.
Entirely spent…Michelle was left alone…kneeling with head bowed, and body wearied, while the money was tabulated for who now had the ownership of her exquisite rights. The beam of light glistened off of her sweat and cum streaked body. Her breathing heaved her magnificent breasts up and down…alone more potent of a temptation that most women can forcefully achieve with all their charms at their best provocativity. I stepped upon that stage, and reaching for her hair, I pulled her to her feet, and attached the chains personally, so that her wrists and ankles were suitably bound to accompany her new master to his chosen place of introduction. With the deepest of exchanges between her eyes and mine, a lifetime of love and despair wrenched my very soul into a scorched burn forever searing my memory. She loved me with all her heart, and without any other way or time to tell me…she was telling me now, as only she could…with her eyes. In all my years as a Master, I had to turn away.
The female slave attendants came forward immediately, when I glanced their way, and brought the perfunctory envelope, containing that one name of Michelle's destiny. Stepping behind her, I sliced the paper with my dagger, and held it aloft to read that one name.
"Erasmus…you, my friend of all ages, have chosen to generously allow this woman to be your personal slave for as long as you choose. Her life is yours now, to do with what you will."
>From far back in the smoke-laden room, as the lights were slowly turned up…a withered old man reached for support and brought his hideous countenance into the viewing of my former slave, for the first time in her life. Michelle, turned to stone…as her eyes dropped a steady stream of tears, and with almost no presentation of her body's response, I saw her trembling to fight the explosion of her heart, knowing she was lost to this one forevermore.
Saying nothing…a gnarled, crooked hand with fingers so misshapen, reached and took the leash that was now attached to her collar. Shuffling his weathered feet along the stone floor, Erasmus led this gorgeous creature from a room, now hushed with only this spectacle of slavery so real for each in his own way to appreciate.
Outside the Great Hall, he placed a leather hood over her beautiful head; her hair still resiliently shining despite her day's torments and trials. Without a sense of where she was, he led her through countless corridors and up stairwells she never knew existed, until he paused finally, before a massive door. Swinging it wide open, he pulled her to the bed, slapping her young ass with one measures *pop* to signal her to climb up onto the satin sheets.
Masking her living death, Michelle shuddered within her disciplined mind and body to contain her utter and desperate feelings of anxiety and panic. In only a short time…or was it hours and she had not known if she slept or not…a hand was placed on her stomach. Lurching convulsively, she as quickly, quieted and returned to her ever-vigilant mindset of a slave's duty to anticipate and serve as desired. As weight pressed upon the bed linens beside her, the hood was slowly lifted. Eyes still closed, and realizing that the morning's light now permeated the room around her, she squinted tightly until she dared open one just slightly to witness her new life.
Smiling down upon my newly-owned slave, with my old friend and mentor, Erasmus, just having left his vigil for the night, I kissed Michelle's eyes awake, and for the first time that she ever heard the words, I whispered in her ears…"I love you."
copywright '99 WolfenDom
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