Donnie continues to take his wife hard and often, unmercifully turning her body over to others when she does not please him. She had come back from orientation with Supreme Mistress Gladys committing to the
Second Circle of Hell - Lust
for Hades Night on Saturday
The "Longest Night" concluded with Donnie stabling Mary, Jill added Nikki, Jill and Mel (but only until Midnight Saturday). Tina was offered and she needed to consummate and agreement with her husband on Monday, fortifying his stable
Donnie's submissive, Mistress Jill, knew and continued guiding Donnie and the slow pace of the week will bring odd couples closer through their preparation.
Brian was doing things for his wife Jill, though still possessed by Gladys and pursed by Carol Sutton.
This is the start "Unholy Week" the days preceding Saturday's "Hades Night" on Halloween, into All Saints Day.
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Monday, Oct. 26 - "Unholy Week"
I had breakfast and sat reading the paper online.
Having retired, selling my businesses six months ago, I had plenty of time to get started in the morning.
The previous night I made it clear to my wife Mel she was to go into work after two weeks off. She was begging to call in sick, still lying in bed feeling the effects of so much training and sex.
I got a glass of water doused her face and slapped her hard on her left cheek.
"Get up NOW!" I said, landing the slap and pulling the covers off her naked body. She looked at me with distain rushing to the shower.
I screamed "You'll pay for this later!"
Meanwhile, the texts came streaming in:
"Daddy, I NEEEEEED U...," was one from Camilla.
"You were, purrrfect last night" - an unknown number I assumed was Mary- "Hildy" who manifested a cat personality as a pet submissive.
"Meet us at 5 p.m." was from Nikki.
"We may need to talk" - a text from Gladys, Mistress Night herself.
"Drinks tonight, say 7ish?" was from Jill.
"Noon?" Tina's asked.
I responded 'Yes' to all the specific times, gave a thumbs up to Gladys and instructed Camilla to masturbate thinking of me and I'll stop by before lunch.
I was planning out the week, double checking the lists I had created earlier when Mel appeared at the door of the bedroom showered, naked, walking into the kitchen, window shades open, to get coffee.
"Morning," I said to her, if anyone was walking they'd get a good view of Mel's naked body. She didn't immediately react, sipping her coffee, looking out the window, then to me, then turning away, showing me random ass bruises.
"Hey," I said firmly but softly, "What are you thinking?"
She stopped without turning, facing the mudroom halfway down the island, just feet from where I took Jill, where I've taken Mel hard, where I had set it up for later in the day four men penetrating her mouth and cunt.
"This is an altar," she said, running her hand on the smooth granite. "We've entered, and in ways created, a new religion right here."
Metaphorically she as spot on, speaking symbolism to truth both blasphemous and delicious. The society crafted within Cardinal Bay and Cardinal Creek worshiped both deity and process, inside the politics of the organization - the definition of religion.
"I should take you there right now, you've been so lazy this morning," I sternly said, showing her my displeasure, but knowing she needed to get out the door. "Your body will get what it deserves."
"You're a son of a bitch" she said matter of factly to me, getting her things gathered for work, knowing she's paying later.
I followed her on Life360 to be sure she went to work, not in the neighborhood, or just out of the house somewhere and park.
"I've got so much to do," I said out loud and went to the shower.
Driving Mel was numb, the orientation just a day ago, Donnie turned into a dick of a Master her thoughts had her depressed, self conscious and paranoid arriving at work.
"Good to see you, I hope you couple weeks off were refreshing" Frankie the male secretary at the front desk said, and Mel nearly fainted. "Oh Dear, you okay?"
She mumbled something like 'they were good' and quickly went to her desk didn't interact much with anyone the office scrambling on a Monday.
"You look amazing today, Mel," her closest friend at the company Lillian said stopping by at 10 a.m. "Let catch up at lunch and you can tell me about your two weeks off."
Mel nodded and made a little small talk with Lillian, the 45 year-old actuary, kids in high school, husband left her 10 years ago. Her wavy auburn hair, freckles and broad smile infectious and bright. She was in decent shape, large breasts that pushed the D cup boundaries.
The two hours melted away and Lillian was at her office door ready to eat.
"Puttered around the house mainly," Mel told Lillian once they sat at the small table on the heated patio at the local pub. "Amazing we're sitting outside. Indian summer...whoops, Native American summer."
The girls giggled at their political correctness and the server came over to take their order.
"I like your adornment," said the server, a slight (90 lbs. at the most) lovely girl in a lace top, tattoos on her chest, arms, and a leather decorative collar with a small ring on the front, motioning to Mel's neck.
Donnie had collared Mel a couple nights ago, the subtle mesh that held close to the skin, a series of letter 'd's in lower case. The server knew it could be just stylish jewelry, or it could be something else.
"Thank you Dear," Mel said bowing her eyesrespectfully, the servers soft 'knowing' look comforting. She got their drink order and spun away. Mel was smiling, had drifted to a world in her mind where the young server was beside her on the floor, or suspended from ropes, possibly side by side with her taking cock.
Mel turned to Lillian, who saw the her friend's body language change in the moment, she saw the wanton in Mel's eyes towards the server when the drinks came Mel givng a small touch on the young woman's forearm.
"What did you do for two weeks?" Lillian asked, her eyes catching a shine from the adornment the server complimented. "I want to know what 'puttered around' means?"
"Oh this? My husband gave me this, kind of a game," Mel's finger around the collar, looking intently into Lillian's eyes, noticing she noticed too. "Role play, puttered around, same thing really."
"Role play, as in torture or...." Lillian started.
"Stimulation..." Mel said, not wanting to lie but not wanting to get too deep into the subject.
"Stimulation....hmmm," Lillian said, looking into her glass and then up.
"Hey! Tell me about the kids," Mel said changing the subject.
The rest of their lunch was catching up with how everyone was doing, Mel's adult daughter and son weren't coming back until Thanksgiving, Lillian's were finishing Fall sports and getting ready for the Winter seasons.
Mel got the check and went back to work, feeling good about sharing something about what she'd been doing, yet not going to deep into the subject matter.
She was productive all afternoon and looking at the clock that said 3 p.m., she contemplated her options.
Lillian burst in the small office with a pile of work, shut the door and sat down next to Mel.
"What?" Mel said, her friend was wide eyes, licked her lips, was nervous and looking around, straight into her chest like a middle schooler.
"Forgive me, but..." Lillian stammered, putting down the file folders, her head fell into her hands. "I suck at this, I mean I should go..."
Lillian stood up, but Mel grasped Lillian's arm.
"Sit down and speak, geez, you're scaring me." Mel said, looking into the anxious eyes of her beautiful friend lowering into the seat next to hers.
Their gazes locked and Lillian slowed down.
"Do not hate me for what I'm about to say. Just understand I...." Lillian started, stopped looking down for a moment, then looked back up into Mel's eyes and took a deep breath. "I have been involved in a 'role play' for years."
Lillian used air quotes for 'role play' and her voice was slowing and her nervousness faded with every syllable. She began to open up to Mel, sensing they were sisters in a lifestyle.
"I've been afraid to wear my 'adornment', and if there's any chance it's more than play I have to say something because, well, I need to tell somebody. Hell I NEED somebody to know" Lillian said, her head bowed forward. "You are special, Mel I can tell."
Mel felt something for Lillian before that moment and the connection grew Mel thinking of the depths of their lifestyle neither knew, now they were tethered in thoughts.
"Lillian, I don't know where this came from," Mel said, Lillian's heart began to sink, expecting the rejection from any 'normal' person in the world. Mel still holding her forearm, slid down and grasped her hand, turning it so their fingers could interlace, Lillian's eyes widening.
"You're not wrong," Mel said and began to talk. "Grab some things and let's work in here the rest of the day."
Mel and Lillian worked in the same room for the next two hours, each sharing very vague preferences and examples of their kinks in between cost analysis and business plans.
"I don't know what my limits are," Lillian said, bashful and impressed at Mel's detailed examples of her pain play. "My partner, we really just played around, nothing that official except for the variety of collars he gave me to wear. He was Masterful."
"It sounds like it was more about appearance and illusion, with a taste of pain" Mel said smiling, looking up from her computer. "That's all any of it is at the start, until the lines are crossed. What lines do you need crossed Lillian?"
"I want to be owned sweet Mel," Lillian bowed her head. "I want to give up total control."
