Neighbors Mel and Donnie Adler, Jill and Brian Halter continue their quick assent up the ranks of a secret BDSM society operating within two sister developments. The couples live in Cardinal Bay, and across from them, separated by Grand Mistress Knight's complex is Cardinal Creek.
Gladys Knight is the Supreme Mistress of the democratic BDSM society residing in the complex for many years controlling both sides of the development. She has woven support throughout both, controlling the council and board meetings, using her connections to maintain her sovereignty.
Never married, Carol Sutton doesn't own a property introducing Gladys and her late husband Rylan into the pleasure of pain as their first Mistress. She has a professional connection as an accountant and has worked with Jill and Brian as well.
Carol secretly desires Brian's cock.
This chapter
features Mel's journey as a pawn in a grand plan to unseat Gladys at the top with Mel's husband Donnie.
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"Melanie!" Gladys Knight, known as Mistress Night, said with excitement. "It's been a month since I've seen you."
Gladys and her late husband Rylan developed Cardinal Bay and Cardinal Creek subdivisions of Cedarville, Iowa, 18 years ago. The sister developments are beautifully landscaped and carved into a wooded area, numbering 60+ houses. Together they occupied the gated complex houses and buildings between the two.
"Have a seat sweetheart," Gladys motioned to the living room, victorian style furniture sitting on the coffee table was some tea and scones. Mel and Donnie's house was nice but this was lavish and palatial. "Please feel free to speak and act freely, we're not going to start for a bit."
"Thank you Mistress," Mel said, not ready to give up the formalness of their roles, her memories of Jill, Donnie and Gladys's hand vividly. "I am honored to be here, it is so beautiful."
Gladys poured some tea and Mel took a small bite of scone, a sip and placed the cup down. If she could escape to this place, if Gladys offered just a corner room to stay and be part of the tapestry of Duvessa's life, Mel would sign up.
"You have great taste, Mistress." Mel said looking up at her with big eyes, the pain of Donnie's domination, the affection of attraction towards her domme.
"Ah, it's the worldly possessions we covet instead of touch, taste, feel and thoughts that we should hold closer to our hearts," Gladys said running her hand over Mel's hand, sitting besides her on the couch. "You're looking very beautiful today, may I ask how are you?"
A degree in psychology, Gladys knew compliment, open with a relevant question. She knew the punishment, torture, near enslavement that Mel had gone through, and the affirmation combined with sincere interest got the response Gladys sought.
"Oh thank you Mistress, I'm surprised you think so I...I...I" Mel started to talk, the words getting caught in her emotion. Mel stopped and broke down crying, Gladys let the 52 year old woman melt into her 61 year old arms.
"Melanie....there, there now," Gladys stroked her hair, kissed her cheek. "Mistress Jill has said nothing but good things about your progression."
Her heart sank. Mel couldn't tell Gladys all that was going on, that Donnie had ascended like like Phoenix from the ashes of their marriage to displace Mistress Jill as the dominant in Cardinal Bay.
Mel thought she had to keep his growing power a secret.
Mel cried for about five minutes, Gladys using aftercare techniques, comforting her like she did after delivering the first punishing, painful blows to Mel's body back in Galena.
"You make me happy, Melanie," Gladys said, lifting Mel's head after the sobs subsided, drying her submissive's tears.
"I don't feel worthy of any of this," Mel said, both hating and loving every moment of pain, pleasure, sadness, euphoria and discourse she'd been through the past month.
Looking into Gladys eyes she thought of telling her about Donnie and Jill, their plans to infiltrate Hades Night with their stable and take Gladys down.
"You also make me hopeful, Melanie," Gladys continued, now rubbing the younger woman's thigh softly, inching up the dress Melanie had on, her fingers touching lace panties. "You make me feel young and alive."
Gladys moved her lips to Mel's, holding her face, the river or tears still evident on her cheeks, Mel's hands on the slim woman's torso.
"A week ago at your indoctrination, I hear Donnie has taken control of Jill's stable," Gladys asked, kissing her where her tears ran, then her lips, Gladys hand up the skirt brushing the front of her panty, pressing at her clit.
Mel's eyes got big while their lips were pressed, she felt the pressure below, wanting Gladys to take her there in the large sitting area, with servants walking past occasionally.
"Ohhh....Mmmmm....Ohhh... Mistress, that is correct," Mel said, pulling from the kiss, looking into the domme's eyes, Gladys slipping her hand out from her floral dress. Gladys paused, took a large inhale through her nose, Mel's body smelled amazing, light musk and violet.
"Jill was his Mistress for most of the last month," Gladys said, her hand pushing into Mel's breast, then asked, "Did you know that Child?"
"I've discovered it recently," Mel's eyes distant, reliving her own body pinned to their island by her husband Donnie, plowing her cunt ceremoniously recounting his infidelity, admitting to a relationship with Mistress Jill.
"Jill is still your domme and Donnie is Master of you both," Gladys said letting go of Mel, getting up and pouring herself some tea, taking a sip.
Mel was surprised there were no questions from Gladys about Donnie's exploits, and if he had anymore subs or had been sleeping with anyone else. She should be able to at least assume that he wasn't stopping with just one.
She asked no more questions.
"We'll retreat to my lair at 5 p.m.," Gladys said, it was around 3:45 p.m. "Let me show you your room."
The house had to have at least 5000 square feet of space, there was a grand staircase leading to the upstairs, and a hallway that Gladys took Mel down, passing several rooms before arriving at one on the end.
"I will send someone for you, and if you need anything there is a phone that goes to a service to make requests," Gladys said, looking into Mel's eyes. "I'm so glad you're here. Melanie."
The taller, older, slimmer and more elegant woman leant in and kissing Mel full on the lips, turning her face and pushing her tongue in her mouth.
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The daughter of two hippies growing up in the 60s, young Gladys Holgran saw a lot of people in and out of their house partying, smoking weed, her parents generous with their possessions, time and bodies.
She turned 18 the summer of 1978 and her parents gave her money for college, several investments and a car, while they jetted off to the west coast to produce network television.
Gladys met Rylan Knight, a football player for the University of Minnesota, on a summer weekend away with friends to the Twin Cities. The two were inseparable after that one weekend, he introducing her to sex and he was very skilled. They had a hot summer filled with lake nights, hitting the Minneapolis night life and some drugs.
Gladys enrolled at Minnesota that Fall and fast forward five year, she would marry Rylan at their Lake House in Hackensack. Only his Dad attended, his mom ran off with a movie producer and was high somewhere in Hollywood.
Rylan was a business major and had a job right out of college. His Dad loved her, owned property in the midwest giving them a plot of land, they would eventually develop into the community, as a wedding present.
Their courtship through the engagement and into marriage was magical and open. Gladys hippie roots, and Rylan's jock mentally brought many others into their bedroom. Gladys bringing girlfriends in for threesomes, and Rylan letting football buddies make out with Gladys before she would take whomever if the beer and weed were plentiful.
It wasn't always smooth sailing, but Rylan was the captain navigating the rough waters of multiple lovers. Despite their openness, Gladys discovered several unknown affairs Rylan had during their courtship, engagement and marriage.
In counseling they admitted they each had a taste for others bodies, the obvious part. What wasn't obvious when Rylan he had a taste for some of his football buddies, but vowed he "was done with all of that."
In their last session Gladys admitted on transgression, with Carol, an accountant with the firm that managed his parent's assets. She admitted to letting Carol dominate her and that she wanted to have Rylan dominated. It also came out that Rylan was with Carol his Freshman year before meeting Gladys.
The couple quit counseling, and pursued Carol who began to spend full weekends at their house. She did some light domination of one or both of them and would introduce more and more into the bedroom.
"Once you begin pushing the envelope, the opening becomes wider," their counselor had said, acknowledging they were unique in the depth and breath of their openness.
Carol took them to a new level.
One night she asked if she could bring a friend over to talk about the "Dark Arts" and they listened to a presentation about denial, pain, bondage, and they accelerated their journey that evening with Carol and her Mistress "FunTashia".
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Waiting for her final task before committal to Gladys during Hades Night, Mel was getting ready. She was dressed in a robe, and looked out into the hall, flagging down one of the helpers for a razor to shave herself smooth. Ten minutes later a viral young man, wearing outdoor landscaping gear, brought her a quadruple blade shaver.
He gave Mel a wink and a bow before leaving.
