Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Me, too,” Ellen said sincerely. “We kept meaning to get back to Asheville sooner, but life just kept getting in the way.”
As they stepped into the large living room, it was like going back in time to her training days. A naked woman with a shaved head and tattoo sleeves up both arms was perched on the four-postered punishment platform that had been set up in front of one of the large fireplaces. She wore a slim black collar that identified her as a trainee. She was on her knees, her back to the room. Her wrists were cuffed to eyebolts attached high on the posts on either side of her. Evidence of a recent whipping showed on her ass.
Following Ellen’s gaze, Jaime whispered, “That’s Cecelia. She reminds me a little of Lia. She just can’t seem to stay out of trouble.”
It was a typical Friday evening at The Enclave, most of the members seated in casual groupings around the room, the Masters and Mistresses in chairs or on sofas, their slaves kneeling on floor cushions at their feet. Dinner was over and soon those who wished to would head into the dungeon for a little BDSM play before bedtime.
Two women whom Ellen presumed were also trainees were kneeling in front of Master Brandon and Master Lawrence. Both men had their pants open. The trainees were bobbing their heads over the men’s cocks, their hands grasped together behind their backs. A third trainee, this one male, was similarly engaged at Master Julian’s crotch while his slave boy, Hans, looked on in apparent approval.
“Ah, there they are,” called out Master Anthony as Master Damon and Ellen came more fully into the room. “We’re so glad to have you with us again.” He flashed a warm smile at Ellen and then shook hands with Master Damon.
Lucia, who served as a sort of house mother for the trainees, rose from her perch at her Master’s feet to pull Ellen into a warm embrace. “So good to see you again, querida.”
Master Mark sprawled on the loveseat opposite Master Anthony, Jaime sitting on the floor cushion between his knees with a beatific smile. Master Anthony waved Master Damon into a nearby chair while Ellen settled gingerly onto the cushion beside him. Her bottom was still tender from the delicious paddling she’d received earlier that evening.
A young redheaded guy also wearing a trainee collar, his body shaved smooth, approached them and asked if he could bring anyone a drink from the bar. Master Anthony and Master Damon both asked for cognac, Master Mark for a beer. Lucia said she’d have fresh orange juice over ice while Jaime requested a glass of white wine. Ellen, already tired from her busy week and their two-and-a-half-hour drive from Charlotte, also opted for the orange juice.
Drinks in hand, they chatted amiably for a while, the men talking together while Ellen caught up with Jaime and Lucia. It felt so good to be back at The Enclave with her sister submissives.
After a while, Master Brandon, his cock apparently properly seen to, came up to the group, something in his hand. To Ellen’s surprise, Master Damon rose to his feet and the two men embraced like old friends. She hadn’t been aware Master Damon knew Master Brandon except by sight.
At the same time, Master Anthony got to his feet. “If I may have everyone’s attention,” he said in his deep, sonorous voice. “Our good friend, Damon Miller, who won our darling Ellen in a binding auction a little over five months ago, has returned to us not only to enjoy tomorrow’s dungeon party, but to invite us to witness one of our favorite rituals.”
Ellen looked up at Master Damon, confused. But he wasn’t looking at her, his focus instead on Master Brandon. Lucia leaned forward and whispered, “Take off your collar, Ellen.”
Ellen made a face, still not quite understanding what was happening.
“Don’t ask questions,” Lucia said with mock sternness. “Just do as you’re told.”
Ellen reached back and unbuckled the slave collar. She hated taking it off, and only removed it to shower or to replace with her “vanilla collar,” a silver, filigreed choker Master Damon had given her for when they visited family or other people who didn’t need to know they were in the lifestyle.
She had an idea now where this must be going. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from squealing with excitement. Master Damon, smiling down at her, held out his hand. She took it, allowing him to pull her upright.
Holding the small, oblong box Master Brandon had given him, Master Damon led her to the second stone fireplace, a focal point in the large space. The room had gone silent, everyone’s eyes on them.
As they stood side-by-side, Master Damon reached for Ellen’s hand and threaded his fingers with hers. “First,” he said, addressing the room, “I want to thank Anthony from the bottom of my heart for seeing something in me that I honestly didn’t know was there. By giving me the opportunity to participate in the binding auction, he gave me a chance to discover something I didn’t realize I was capable of.”