Being Neighborly

Monday of 'Unholy' week ends with Brian and Jill meeting Carol Sutton and Brian reporting to Gladys (Mistress Night or Duvessa) she directing Brian and Carol in an attempt to insulate her against rumors of a takeover.

Tuesday has Donnie and Jill continue their building and training of Master Donnie's stable and preparing to give Mel over to Mistress Night.

Mistress Izzy, Nikki's daughter, accelerates Carla's training on both days, sharing her with a Master in the neighborhood AND her mother.

Everything in this chapter is happening Monday into Tuesday of Unholy Week

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Carol Sutton waited until 9 p.m., having a late flight just before Midnight, to meet the two people key to the overthrow of Mistress Night, Gladys Knight/Duvessa.

She needed to touch base with Jill and Brian, meeting at a local bar with minimal people there. She told Gladys she was going to get some things for her flight, her host to busy to even notice.

"She knows something's up," Carol warned them both, then reassured. "In the end it won't matter and that's all I'll say because I'm guessing she's going to ride Brian hard for information."

"Great..." Brian sighed, due to report to Duvessa at 11 p.m. that night. "I'll stick with the emergency plan if that happens."

"You can give that up, just make sure you take a beating," Carol reminded him. "She's not stupid...you can't crack too easily."

"Yeah...great," Brian said, then looked at Jill. "Tell her what we've accomplished."

"We have a probationary Master in Cardinal Creek," she said glowing. "After Red Light Wednesday Night, he could have a stable of at least three submissives."

"Female?" Carol asked, knowing the lean of Carinal Creek

"Yes, My Dear...females," Jill said with pride. "Possibly legacy."

"That's news!" she said, getting up, kissing them both and leaving. "Got to get back before she notices.

Jill watched Carol leave.

"I hate to say this but you need to go...."

"Fuck her, yes..." Brian agreed. "It would be suspicious that Carol wouldn't get the opportunity.

Brian kissed Jill, still eager to get to Gladys to see Carol, to his surprised he was to be Carol and Glady's mutual toy that night before Carol flew off.

Brian relished the role he served with both women, they would go lighter on him, than his wife who loved this humilation side of her role, Carol and Duvessa rather treating his cock like a carnival ride with unlimited tickets.

He was just 10 minutes behind Carol, walked in on Gladys and Carol in a 69 on the large fluffy rug with pillows surrounding it's edges.

"Get naked, Boy," Glady's commanded. "I need to see you fuck her hard."

He stripped, his cock growing quickly, and laid down besides Gladys.

"Ohhh! GOD! YES! YES!" Carol shrieked breasts out and bouncing, Brian was down under her as she lowered on his shaft from a squat. She ground on him in reverse cowboy for a good 15 minutes. Gladys sat, cupped her breast occasionally, kissed her lips, rubbed Carols back all while grinding her hand inside her own pussy.

Carol kissed Gladys and lifted off of Brian's cock, Glady's quickly put her mouth on his the monster, tasting her colleague's fresh juices.

"Mggfttt!" Gladys exclaimed, pushing her mouth on pet Brian's dick. Carol retreated to the chair, looking down at Brian's body driving into Gladys.

Mistress released his cock and crawled up his naked body, hers sparkling with body glitter, Carol watched as she lowered herself to his cock and laid forward.

Brian wondered if he'd ever kissed Gladys, her cunt slipping down his shaft, she moaning in pleasure. He'd kissed Carol, often actually, and had even kissed Gladys's husband Rylan when they were having the torrid affair. Their lips did meet, the exchange brief before she rose and was high above him, his hands on her breasts, firm and beautiful.

Brian smiled, closed his eyes while Gladys rode his cock and he imagined Rylan, his large lineman who brought out his dominant side only male on male.

"YES! MY PET! YESSSSS!" Gladys orgasmed and collapsed on his chest.

Carol had gone to get her things, Brian got up and got dressed to take Carol to the airport.

Gladys sensed something was up when Carol gave Brian 'those eyes' getting into her car. The look was more than her desire for his cock, or whatever she saw in her urchin.

An hour later when Brian returned, Duvessa/Mistress Night was waiting for him commanding him to her lair, stripping and restraining him. She began the torture that Carol had predicted, the whip snapping against his flesh.

"AHHHHH! I SWEARRRR!" Brian screamed, the two alone in the dungeon well past 11 p.m. "NOTHING...AHHHHHHH!"

He was chained to a post, arms wrapped and cuffed on the other side, his naked body had multiple welts and bruises. Mistress Night was cruel and intent on getting any bit of information out of Jill's husband.

"I smell something is up, you worthless swine," Mistress Night sneered, her hair made up woven into a headdress of leather, the long black boots studded with silver horns, dark crotchless stockings, perfectly shaven, one inch leather straps covering just half her torso, the side and under boob magnificent.

"Nooothing....your Highness," Brian said. "I swear on my life. AHHH! AHHHH! AHHHH!!!!"

She tore into his flesh three more times with her whip.

"It sounds like we'll be here all night," she said approaching him slowly.

The whipping, caning, spanking and paddling went on for an hour. Mistress Night would stop for a moment and ask if there was anything he wanted to tell her.

Brian wanted to give up the information agreed upon, but didn't time and time again. It was near 3 a.m. when she leant down to hear him muttering finally.

"I....I....I...comand...." Brian's beaten body breaking down.

"You command shit!" Mistress Night yelled, her hand reached back and she slapped him across the face with her palm.

"AHHHGGFFTT!" Brian screamed. "I command the gays!!!"

Mistress Night stopped, dropped her arm

"Of Cardinal Creek? How?" she asked, moving to him.

"Carol knows it, wants me to flip them," He said, bowing his head.

"To whom?" Mistress night asked confused. "Your wife?"

"Correct Mistress," Brian affirmed, staring at the ground.

"I see...." Mistress Night said, releasing the cuffs from his hands. "You may sleep here."

She turned and walked out.

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Tuesday, Oct. 27 - "Unholy Week"

'You awake?' the text read at 4:30 a.m. from Jill.

'yes' I responded, hearing the buzz, laying starting at the ceiling. I had gotten up and seen Mel was out of bed, naked in the middle of the living room under a blanket, the dog curled up by her feet.

'Workout?' Jill replied.

'Sure..." I said and got up, dressed and went over to Jill's, it was cold and blustery, the end of October turning windy.

We did an old P90X total body DVD in her dungeon space, she in just a sports bra and tight spandex shorts, hair up in a ponytail. It got our heart rates up, and when finished I made mention of the slavic trainer in the video had to be a domme.

"Your mind...." Jill giggled. "Your sweet, deadly, dirty, beautiful mind."

I moved in and kissed her, the sweat of each of us pungent in the air, my hand to her breast, hers slid over my shorts, pressing into my cock.

"Coffee?" I nodded towards my house, pulling away. "Mel is naked in the middle of the living room."

"Normal..." Jill said with a sly grin. "I'm surprised she's not in some random neighbor's yard, her personality is dying and when things die they run,"

"Sweet, deadly, dirty beautiful mind," I said, cupping her face, pulling her to my lips.

My coffee maker is set for 5 a.m. and the smell of fresh brew hit us the minute we walked in the door, we stood over Mel her face and breast laying on the floor, body clutching a pillow.

Mel stirred and looked up, laid back down and we got our coffee sitting on the rockers, Jill had thrown on a sweatshirt for the walk over.

"You okay girl?" Jill said getting up from the chair and leaning down, petting my wife's hair.

"Never better," Mel said softly, Jill pulling her up and hugging her.

"Good to hear," Jill said taking her hand and rising her up to her feet.

"Don't forget to break it off with Lillian at work," I instructed firmly, holding her arm for a second, getting an inquisitive look from Jill.

"I will...Sir..." Mel said with a defiant tone.

We dismissed Mel to the shower.

"Someone at work, noticed her collar is asking too many questions," I told Jill, her sensing I didn't want to talk about it at the moment. Immediately we discussed Mel's role on Hades Night.

"She will perform well in Circle Two," I said, gesturing to the island or 'altar'. "Yesterday she took four cocks like a pro."

"I agree, and at the end of the night we turn her over," Jill said, then was obviously contemplating something.

"Slave, what are you thinking?" I said, her holding the thought back giving me pause, thinking of taking my hand to her ass.

"Brian got two years, knowing the perfect couple had to move in somewhere" Jill said, giving me 'fuck me vibes' from the chair. "He uncovered something you should be aware of when he re-upped for a third year."

"Tell me wench," I said playfully.

"Apparently I could have requested a new husband or partner," Jill said, looking over the coffee mug, sipping then running her tongue over her lip. "As long as they were in the stable I commanded or was in."

"I see," I said standing up, standing in front of Jill, pulling my sweats down. "Suck me wife..."

Playing, Jill strutted for a moment like Mel, smiled and opened her mouth for me.

Jill sucked my cock and then was fucking Jill from behind on the blanket Mel had slept on when my real wife left for work. She acted as if this was normal before work routine, and in many ways it was. Jill's body taking each thrust, she giggled when the door shut and Mel left.

I didn't cum, pulling out of Jill after she climaxed, my morning was busy so I left around 8 a.m.

I texted Mary, I hadn't had her yesterday I needed to stop by and service my pet, part of one of the original couples creating the society, her husband passing, my dominance bringing her into my stable.

'Be ready in 15' it read.

'Purrrrfect....' her cat persona on full display.

I walked to Mary's, entering her house right at 8:20 a.m., she was naked on the floor of her basement, hearing me come down, opening her legs to show me her pussy.

I moved to her quickly to her open legs, sliding my sweats off, moisture from Jill still on me and I rammed inside, staring down at her face, her eyes intense, mouth open, my cock sliding deep.

I began pounding her pussy with my cock, slamming inside with my weight, moving her tight, athletic body a little each time, my hands in hers, hips thrusting faster and faster. For over 60 she was gorgeous, in shape and pulled at my hips while I rode her.

She cried out like a cat orgasming, I held inside but didn't cum, my stamina now entering an impressive phase from all the use, I slid out and petted her, we moved to the couch and continued her saying, 'good kitty.'

I sat in the living room for a while as she crawled off of me and went about her day naked, on all fours as Hildy my pet cat, licking herself and pawing at her ears occasionally.

I hadn't contacted Nikki on Monday and texted her that I was coming over to 'Pedlar's in 30 minutes.

'delightful' she replied.

I left Mary's around 9:30 a.m. to get dressed and drove down to Pedlar's to see Nikki, she was out at the bar, no one there yet, ready for with a role play scenario for me.

"I hear you have a complaint?" she said in her manager of the restaurant tone. "I have paperwork in the back room you need to fill out."

"Yes, a complaint...the food was not to my satisfaction," I knew what her intentions were "I demand compensation."

Nikki's smile was evil and seductive.

"Lets will go over your options in my office," she turned, she wore the popular Athletica shorts that curved to show just a hint of cheek, while maintaining proper coverage. Nikki's tank was tied and you could see the flock of birds tattoo that ran up her side and I'd seen before on her back, long braided hair swinging.

She shut the door and moved to her desk, fumbling with imaginary papers.

"I must have left the forms in the basement," she smiled referencing her lair filled with props, devices and several fun apparatuses. "Let's go down and look for them."

"Let's" I said and she opened the door, led me down the stairs to her lair, a place I'd punished her in before. I was one step from the bottom where she stopped.

"I can offer you my ass, my cunt or my mouth, Sir," she said at the bottom, looking up at me with ravenous eyes.

I heard Jill's words earlier when talking about domme on domme encounters saying, 'don't ever take a subs recommendation, make one of your own.' She was once an equal, but I had taken control and she was in my stable.

I stepped down to the bottom and stood over her, her eyes waiting for my response.

"I want your screams," I said, her mouth and jaw dropping, she looked down and immediately got to her knees.

"Yes, Sir..." Nikki said, understanding we were not equals and her impulsive side submitted to me on the spot.

She stay on the floor while I moved the wall, got several devices her head bowed. I moved to Nikki, ordered her to strip naked and began to put the restraints on her.

I had spread Nikki's legs wide, her wet cunt open, the bar cuffed to each ankle and the crank spreader doing it's magic. I leant in against her, my mouth at her neck and pushed one finger inside, then two, bobbing inside and then back.

"ohhhh, Master...." Nikki moaned, I added a third. "OHHHH! MMMMASTERRRRR!"

I moved away and began snapping her with a rubber hose again and again. I was relentless, quickly administering the pain, her voice squealing, the marks red, some welting. I moved to her again, rubbing the soreness, my other hand massaging her toned ass cheeks then restarted fucking her with three fingers, knuckle deep. She was screaming, she gave me all the volume I desired from pain, it was time for pleasure.

'Ohhhhh Donnie, Master Donnie," She orgasmed on my hand and I leant in and began to devour my breakfast, her juices spilling out of her cavity. "God! BABY! OHHHH! YESSSS!"

I had texted Jill, who contacted Andy, that my 'whore cunt needed cock in the basement of Pedlar's'. I continued to fuck her with my hand until he burst down the steps, dropped his pants and soon his cock wast deep inside her cunt.

"OHHH GOD! YES!" Nikki exclaimed, the new, raw, cock inside her churning her insides, his length pushing inside.

"Fuck her long and fuck her hard," I said, gathering my things and leaving to the sound of flesh pounding flesh. I strutted up the stairs and out of the restaurant, their owner getting the business end of Andy's dick for the next 30 minutes.

I returned to Jill's mid-afternoon, having fucked Mary, served Nikki and turned her over, screwed Jill and pounded Mel. Tina, a recent acquisition, was going to get the day off, she spending the day with Kenneth and Wendy, soon to be moving in with the domme couple.

"Full day Master," Jill said, bowing down and dropping to a knee, then fully on the floor. "What news do you have?"

"Get up and let's talk freely," I said, waiting to take her small indiscretions out on her after dinner. "We need to assess where we're at and what's the report on the possible new additions?"

"You have served Mistress Nikki and she has a request," Jill said, her head bowed, she was dressed in yoga pants that tucked up making a nice camel toe, road up her ass cheeks, with just a sports bra, her cleavage hanging there to be observed. "Actually Master, it's my request as well."

"Tell me the request," I said, thinking I knew.

"It's Nikki's daughter," She said.

"I see," I quickly responded.

"And mine," Jill said, bowing.

"Carla? Wow...." I was speechless knowing Jill and Brian swore to keep her out of the lifestyle, and I personally knew Izzy, though younger, was more sexual.

"We request you bring them into stable and assigning Ron their Master," Jill said, still bowing wondering what was going on in my mind.

My daughter was Carla's age and they had actually gone to the bars together a few times and there was an 'incident' where they were caught together. It would be awkward bringing them in either way, yet it would be off the charts for our changes on Hades Night.

"We would get a substantial Stable Rating if they were under Ron, correct?" I asked, looking down at Jill, walking to her.

"That is correct," Jill answered.

"Then that is what is to be," I said, hearing the relief, almost a sob out of Jill on the floor. "What level will her indoctrination need to be and who would be involved.

Standing up, putting her hands on my chest, Jill kissed me.

"She will be at Novice, just serving Ron and maybe Tina or Camilla I guess," Jill remembered the change in stables.

"Interesting," I said, grabbing Jill's wrist. "I was going to wait till after dinner, but perhaps you need your correcting now."

"Yes Master," she said, I turned her arm behind her back and started to push her down the basement steps.

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Brian completed his chores around the compound and spent the rest of the morning already getting ready for Hades Night, the decorators and the supply people bringing things. His body was sore from the immense beating he took, but he was exhilarated, after 10 years he was finally getting the chance to turn the tables on Mistress Night.

She had tortured his body, the pain worse than imagined although Brian loved every second.

"You really took it to the next level," Carol said on their phone call immediately after the beating. "You said you were going to sell it and you did. And you gave up your command?"

"Yes. She knows I lead the gays now," Brian smirked while saying it out loud. "It feels so good to let it out finally."

"You're a sexual swiss army knife, you know that?" Carol quipped.

"Something like that," Brian said.

Three years ago at Rylan's funeral he had questioned everything, his involvement with Rylan and the gay community within the society, Jill and his ownership by Gladys.

He had texted Camron, essentially setting up the "code red" they used to joke about doing from the movie "A Few Good Men." He stated 'I've come to the realization that the best times of my life were with Rylan and what they were blamed for is unjust.'

He had confided everything to Camron who surprisingly told Brian 'I'll be there if you ever want to move forward. Just tell me they were "the best times" and that will be your ordering the 'code red''.

"There are more men in the community than you think often share on "red light" nights." Brian told Carol. "Rylan was 'out there' a lot, he didn't just save himself for me."

"I think it's time Brian," Carol said finally.

"It is time," Brian told Carol reading the reply text from Cameron saying 'I will see you soon'

"It's all in place," Brian said on the phone, working in the back of Gladys complex, his body toned, he was shirtless and sweaty, one of the other male workers moved past him and winked. "No I won't tell Jill, Mel or Donnie. It has to be a surprise."

"Yes, you say that every time," Brian said responding to Carol's tongue in cheek 'I LOVE you' affirmation after he completes a task for her. "Oh, and the papers are at your house, I checked shipping. It's the final piece, if you could get those signed and back today."