The communities of Cardinal Bay and Cardinal Creek, run the same way for 20 years by Gladys Knight, have had control taken recently by Carol Sutton. Re-branding had started months ago and had come up with the simple title - "Creek and Bay".
The residents of these BDSM communities had finished their ritualistic weekend, where Masters and Mistresses (husbands and wives), lost, or gained subs, willingly or unwillingly and coupled up for the next year. They were instructed to go home with their legal partner, make love and immediately abstain a week from sex, reconnecting being present with each other.
The foundational pieces of their new community played out while the principal members found connections back with their spouses after an intense couple of months of exploration.
Mistress FunTashia (Carol Sutton) has an international vision for the brand, and the large complex and the residents, in serving a network of dungeons in the USA and abroad.
This chapter does tie back to the old series, but continues forward
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Brian and Jill
Brian's wife had served as his Mistress since the birth of their twins, taking his infidelity, with a man, out on him, finding how to make their sexualities merge and keep their marriage together. They own three different accounting firms and her dominant/his submissive tendencies were developed during the birth of the two BDSM communities.
Carol Sutton, a young woman helping Gladys Knight and her husband Rylan, by doing the books for the developments, helping them through their own marital issues. She brought in the original "FunTashia" to train them in her style of dominance and submission; the four were excellent students soon adding Mary and Willy Hildebrand.
Twenty years later, Carol, with Gladys, had left for Europe to introduce the Creek and Bay concept to investors, and potential clients, once updates had been done turning the complex and mansion into a high dollar BDSM multi-themed destination.
The week of abstinence, with the spouses ordered to be present with each other, looked different for Brian and Jill who had FunTashia annul their courtship declaring their training, and first year after training, as their time of discovery.
Jill had hung Brian on the "West Wall", feeding him, letting him down three times a day for food, bathroom and a shower, then torturing him, then bringing him to the brink with her mouth, cunt or arse, but not letting him cum.
Rinse, repeat.
They got a call from Europe, and Carol needed Brian's expertise on several conference calls, so they went to the complex, allowing Nikki to move out of her condo above Pedlar's. Nikki let Amanda know she could move in there, with the possibility to buy it in a year.
"When you're done with your calls, come down to the main level," Mistress Jill said. She was dressed in the finest dominatrix wear from Mistress Night's closet. Jill and Brian were going to have to live in their house, but during the week of the month they would reside in Mistress Night's room.
Brian would spend more time there due to business and was shared with the three women left in the complex.
Mistress Jill had been patient giving him three days free, but now that he was about done, she was going to give him two nights of hell and then consummate their marriage as directed by FunTashia. They got to wait until the end, not the beginning, because of his responsibilities with his new bosses, and their relationship of denial before satisfaction.
"Good Boi," she said seeing him naked, laying over a bench waiting for her. She entered the dungeon, heels, stockings, garter, panties, all black, muted red leather covering her torso, cupping her breasts, a matching hood with her mouth and nose cut out, fierce eyes and her hair in a ponytail out of the back.
"Durga, please put him in the stocks," Mistress Jill told the 20 year-old blonde. She was naked except covered eyes; her nipples newly pierced, and a crotchless fishnet one piece, showing everything.
The young woman moved her hand over his arse, grabbing his dick, whispering in his ear. "Wake up, Boi, Mother wants you in the stocks."
Durga's hand found his cock and led him to the bench, bending him over it, hands and neck in the stocks allowing Mistress Jill to close it on him. It was a well-padded set of stocks with good support so he could spend the next 12 hours inside it, until morning.
"Ahhh!" Brian exclaimed over and over The first dozen of hundreds of lashes, with a cane or paddle fell on his naked backside, soon joined by dots of hot wax, that Mistress of Durga administered. The support curled his hips under, with a cut out, so the ladies had access to suck and fuck his cock, but not to conclusion.
Durga turned her wet, plump, pussy lips to his face, backing up and pressing them against his cheek and nose. She began to indiscriminately grind on him; he knew the game to please her. Mistress Jill stood behind him, watching, her face looking at both Brian and her Mistress.
"Please him for a while, I have a guest to attend to," Mistress Jill said, the real reason she was in proper garb. "Don't let him cum and then practice all you want with these devices.
Mistress Jill had talked to FunTashia (Carol Sutton) about an important client, actually a partner of sorts, she said. She had allowed her to break her commitment to her husband.
"He's in his early 70s, really fit and hung, asked for a man, but settled for a woman since all of our top Masters are serving their spouses," Carol continued. "He's really here to look at one of the four houses we have for sale."
His scene was simple. He wanted general light pain to his body, especially his genitals, by a full Mistress or Dominatrix, who will then take his cock and start riding him, then he'll reverse it into some hard fucking and in turn, light torture.
She entered the room they had set up just off of the main complex rooms. It was decorated to the max with electric torches, faux stone on the walls, chains, fake cobwebs, and low sounds of torture, with appropriate music humming in the background.
He was seated on a chair, his large hands holding a bourbon. His intense gaze and head nod told Mistress Jill he approved of her look. James had on a full business suit, and did not bow before Mistress suggesting to Jill that this was an equal scale.
She moved to him, stepping across, each step causing her hips to jut left, then right, showing off the flesh of her cheeks and bounce of her breasts. Mistress Jill got to him, took his glass and finished the shot, slapping him for not bowing.
He smiled and bowed his head. It would have to do!
She reached and took his tie, pulling him towards the rack on the back wall of the 250-square-foot room, cinching the knot tight and restricting his breathing somewhat. He had a short salt and pepper beard his eyes were oddly both alive and dead. He touched her breast and she slapped him again.
"Slave, you have to be punished," she said vaguely, not knowing what level of role-play he wanted. "Tell Mistress was sins you have to atone for?"
"Mistress is so generous to let me speak," he said, Mistress Jill cuffed one hand, and then the other. She attached a leg spreader between his ankles and connected it to chains from the side. "I have violated the trust of many, for my pleasure, Mistress."
"I see," Mistress Jill said, unbuttoning his shirt. He had left his jacket and vest on the chair. "Tell me your greatest sin and I will be yours here forever."
She undid his pants sliding them down, then his boxers. They made it past his knees beyond his large, flaccid member which dangled uninspired.
"Mine?" He said. "You already are mine! You see I have many talents and I've owned everyone I've wanted to possess. No offense, Mistress."
"AH!" Mistress Jill punched him hard in the junk.
"I've had enough!" she proclaimed, grabbed a ball gag and quickly stopped the flow of words she had allowed.
"Gmmfftt!" he yelled into the gag, there was no discussion of 'safe words' no pre-scene meeting or get to know this man. She was slightly pissed that she had been handed this arrogant man to figure out.
