One.
Sasha's mind took in the room in quick gulps. Dark, a wood and leather smell, sweat, female juices, semen. She could see the wall holding whips, paddles, small items she could not fathom a use for. Each gleaming silver buckle she spied made her stomach jump, the shine of the leather laughing at her desire. She could taste the others who had been here on her tongue, their passion now in the pores of the chamber. She had heard of this club in whispers, vague references at clubs, online. It had taken her months to track them down, another to gain their trust and be accepted. Now she was here finally, her secret dreams of submission and carnality made flesh.
The woman who entered took her clothes away, the neat pile of her outside self. Naked Sasha trembled a little, unsure of the next move, the wait exciting her, her nipples now stiff in the cool breeze that wafted in. The woman returned now, another slave in tow. Sasha's eyes went wide, looking at the vision that knelt down at her Mistress's feet. She was at best five feet tall, perhaps only 4'11"? Sasha would tower over her. But her skin was a flawless olive, her features delicate and sharp. She was naked like Sasha, but wore a collar that held her head up, the rings around the neck so bright, inviting the leash that was attached. Her breasts were small, nipples erect. Sasha wanted to lick them, the throbbing She held a case, leather about the size of a briefcase.
"You may address me as Mistress Karen.... Sasha... or simply Mistress. You chose to come here. Final chance, back out or open to me, to us. If you choose to stay you will be changed. If you leave, don't ask to come back."
Sasha thought hard, her mind going back to the times she had imagined a room like this, her fingers surrogates for the tongues, cocks, hands of strangers. Strangers who used her, turned her over and back as they wanted, her opening filled and wet. It took seconds. Sasha knelt on the floor, her forehead on the cool surface, her hands crossed at the wrist in the small of her back. She felt her nipples scrape the floor, she pressed lower, to increase the pressure.
" Please Mistress...I am...yours"
Simple words, a single want, but as she said it Sasha felt her sex wet again, her core now burning, the anticipation of crossing over FINALLY making her dizzy. She had played with boys, girls in the outside, but none had ever had the courage to push her, afraid that she was not serious in the lascivious cravings she whispered in lover's ears. Karen crossed to her, pulling the unknown slave with her. Sasha never looked up, but felt the girl push her ass up, the exposure to them causing her to again blush. Without further instructions the girl leaned in, her tongue riming Sasha. As always, the feeling of a cool wet tongue on her tight anus thrilled her, the small hands pulling her open further. Sasha relaxed, her muscles opening to the invading fingers, as they alternated with the tongue. She felt herself sucking on them, her ass trying to draw them in, as if kissing them. Then as quickly as it began she stopped, Sasha did not move still, but could here her new friend move away.
