Dom-In-Training

Dom In Training

"This champagne is nice. Expensive?

"Krystahl usually is. It's an indulgence and glad you like it." Sandra coyly smiled to her friend Gloria and clinked her half-filled flute of bubbly with her friend's. "But then I've saved my greatest 'indulgence' for last…"Gloria and the other two young women giggled bemusedly at the titillating comment. Jackie, the youngest of the guests, finished her glass and sat erect on her section of the wraparound sofa.

"Is it a New Pair of Shoes," the redhead hopefully asked.

Sandra slowly shook her curly blonde head in answer to the impetuous query, uncrossed her long fishnets and arose from her cushy chair. Towering above her friends she said, "Better. If you really wish to know, and I know that all of you do-follow me. Stilettos clicked across the oak floor. Six mainly silken thighs sleeked, maneuvering to follow closely behind their hostess's lead. Reaching the closed cellar their owners stopped, practically on top of each other as Sandra pivoted and faced them. "Anxious to see are we?" She smiled given her position, the obvious eagerness of the others and slight tipsiness from the champagne. With a warning finger to her blood-red lips she said, "Now I know you are all eager, but be careful of these steps…" With that admonition Sandra unlocked the cellar door, turned on the light above the wooden steps, and began the steps downward, under her house.

"My very own slave," she proclaimed as the others bunched behind. In the muted light kneeled a chained male dressed only in what looked to be a leather punishment hood. "Oh he's got a few miles on him, but he works out every day and under that macho hood is a full head of hair-all his, a lovely nose, luscious lips and beautiful eyes. Here," Sandra said and ignited a gas fireplace. "Let's throw more light on my….uhm, Indulgence."

Two golden studs glimmered from the broad and lightly oiled chest but the shaven cock and balls drew the most attention. Seeing where all eyes were focused, Sandra proudly said, "I debilitated them myself. Just the package part and dabbed a little around the nipples. I left the rest 'cause I do enjoy some hair. Pretty, aren't they?" From the denuded balls Sandra held in her hand and the one scarlet fingernail she used to flick at one of the chest studs piercing the nipples, the others quickly nodded in agreement.

One of the braver of the guests ventured to ask, "What's its name?"

Sandra let the genitals drop and stopped her flicking. "A curious one. Slave calls himself "faibhar" and despite the name he is neither from the Middle East, nor some sort of digestive aide designed to keep one regular." She chuckled. "He actually is a dom-in-training and today is to be his graduation day. Claims the name just came to him."

"Oh…"

Crackling firelight showed enough. The kneeling slave despite his overall tan and face-hiding hood was a Caucasian of some sort. And a well developed one at that. Faint breathing showed what was the beginning, or end, of an actual four-pack.

"But what kind of a host would I be," Sandra said to her fixated audience of three, "If I did not share my Indulgence with all of my guests?" She moved to another wall, fiddled with the thermostat and said, "With the fireplace now lit, the heat on High, and your own energies it's time to have fun!" The others whooped and hollered as their hostess moved to a mini refrigerator, opened its door and removed chilled glasses with a fresh bottle of champagne. "Time to par-teee!" Plenty of bantering revolved around the "graduation" that Sandra had mentioned. Summa cum laude, e.g., easily became Some Cum Loudly.

"But let me also say on a more serious note that slave faibhar has contracted to not only be my slave, but a pain slut too! And, nor fears ladies. This one has been checked out for any of those icky STDee's and the HIV test turned out negative. So with that reassurance have at it!" Sandra said as she peeled off her tank top and wiggled free of her spangled micro. All she wore underneath was a thong-which she also removed. The fishnet stockings being thigh-highs she kept those on, along with her heels.

The others followed suit-or actually, sans suit soon leaving all naked. Some remained standing close to Sandra and the slave while others reclined on the wraparound sofa and sipped from their fresh flutes. All watched as their host freed the slave's arms from the chains and then forced his arms downward.

"These," she said as she fingered a golden stud. "Are, I think we all agree, pretty but…" In her hand she held two silver rings. Underneath the waiting slave she replaced the studs with the rings and hooked to each slender chains. "These," she showed her guests after she had scooped up more items, "are one pound weights. We'll start with them."

What were once defined pectorals distorted to conical shapes as the weights attached to the nipples pulled skin and flesh. Sandra attached a black collar around his neck. To it another slender chain was pulled taught-its other end hooked onto the tiny ring piercing just below the cock head. Those seated and standing oohed and aahed.

"Time to ride. Who wants to join me?" Gloria, her brunette hair swinging, muscled the others out of the way and straddled the slave's slick back just behind where Sandra sat. "For good measure I wadded cotton in his ears before I put on the helmet. His only sense is his mouth and tongue and believe me girls," Sandra also giggled, "That's enough!" Gloria ran her hands over the smooth, full breasts of Sandra, scissoring her nipples between her fingers humming as she did..

"Let's go to Jackie first." The nude redhead heard her name and plopped into the sofa cushion. Sandra moved the slave on which she and Gloria rode in Jackie's direction. The heavy weights dragged behind. Jackie extended a leg. Sandra pushed down on the punishment mask. Jackie closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation of her toe being lavishly sucked and licked by the masked male.

Steaming estrogen combined with other heat sources to sweat all, especially the crawling slave who serviced more than one between spread thighs, sucking toes and licking shins. At Sandra's suggestion another tall blonde rammed a small dildo trailing horse tail-like floggers into the slave's ass. Through the unzippered mouth of the helmet he cried out as the dildo was inserted. Gloria, still riding behind Sarah, grabbed a cane and beat at the slave's legs, reddening them. More champagne was consumed. Not satisfied with her leg caning, Gloria got off and caned the slave's lower back. In response he lapped dog-like at the new set of toes presented. Aside from the orgiastic principals, the cellar resembled more a steam bath than the furnished lower room that it really was with the collared slave serving all.

"Help me," Sandra said as she maneuvered a long pole into the center of the room. Sunken tank spots in the ceiling illuminated with the flick of another switch. The slave was turned over, the pole under his lower back. Arms and ankles were attached to floor rings. The pole was raised. Gloria, her agenda flamed by the earlier caning, grabbed a single strand whip and struck at the bowed figure's abdomen. Occasionally, she would flick to tip of the whip at the exposed bare testicles. "Sandra wiped more perspiration from her brow. Raising the slave draped over the pole was hard work.

As Gloria whipped the slave, Sandra said to the tall brunette next to her, "Your turn now Sparx. But first, let's add more weights to these chains". Brown nipple meat now turned a reddish white bent further backward as the weights were added. Sandra pulled down another thin chain from above and handed its end to Sparx. She then released the collar chain attached to the cock ring and hooked it to the ceiling chain.

Gloria had ceased her flailing. Red welts marked the sweaty torso. Bellow the suspended slave the trailing horse-tail/dildo barely moved. Pulled upward rose the glistening shaft. Sparx attached thin wires to the already stretched base of the cock.

"Time for fireworks, girls!" Sandra watched with the others as Sparx applied the electricity from the small transformer she held. The slave writhed. More volts were applied. A nipple chain swung wildly. Blood ran down the heaving chest as the nipple ring tore free. A thin trail of steam or smoke climbed above the towering cock. The slave's yells reverberated the cellar.

Sparx used her Frenched nails to switch "Off" the juice. She, along with the others watched intently as the slave's cock continued to pulsate. The slave gasped as cum shot up. Caught in the lights the spurting geyser resembled a Roman candle igniting. Creamy white goo covered the cock head, shaft and slithered to pool at the cock's base. Eventually gobs of gism would plop to the floor. The slave hung limply; wet, whipped and bleeding.

Sandra spoke first and said, "Well, that's about it. Grad party's over. We've all had enough fun with my Indulgence. Help me lower this slave…" On her way out, one of the booted guests kicked the prone slave in the ribs. He groaned and slowly rolled onto his messy front from the force of the blow and slipped into a deep sleep.

Many hours later he awoke. Hands free he painfully removed the punishment hood, threw it away, shook his hair, rubbed his eyes and got to his feet. Looking around at what had been his confinement, his eyes saw that the only other person present in the cellar was Sandra. She nakedly sprawled on the sofa, hands outstretched, a flogger between her sculpted white thighs.

"Good morning, Master Faibhar. Your slave awaits you."

Graduation, it seems, had come at last…