[This is fiction. In this story are scenes of oral sex, punishment, pain, anal play and penetration, coitus, threesome sex and the discovery by two characters of a whole new world. No one was actually harmed in the writing of this story. Your comments and votes are welcomed. If any of the listed activities offend you, please don't bother reading the story. I have no desire to offend anyone.]
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"Marsha, stay with Mr. Peterson. Answer any of his questions and do whatever he asks you to do. You are his guide."
"Yes, Master." She bowed her head less than an inch, but it was a bow. A signal of her submission to him. He was a colleague of mine. Adam Pelphery, professor at the same university where I teach. We got to know each other over the last eight years of sharing an office and occasionally working with the same gifted students.
Here I was, at a party hosted in a warehouse on a Friday night, at Adam's invitation. I had asked more about his away-from-campus life and his answer was to ask if he could trust me. That answered, he invited me to come to the party to see what his life was like, away-from-campus.
There were about forty or fifty people at the party. Well dressed men and women with some dressed in ways I had never seen in public. Marsha, my guide or escort was one of those. She was a tall, red haired woman, with a very nice body. She wore a long dress that came within an inch of touching the floor. The dress was emerald green, belted at her waist and tight above the waist fitting her form nicely to the bottom of her breasts. Above the bottom of her breasts she only wore a collar. Her chest and upper back were bare. In her left hand she held the end of a chain that attached to her collar. In each of her areola, a barbell of gold, with the ball at each end being almost half the size of her nipple. The skirt portion of her dress was slit to her waist in four places, up each thigh and up the middle of the front and back of the dress.
When I first met her I didn't notice the slits. When she stood still they touched and hid their presence. As soon as she walked her legs parted the slits and showed themselves. She wore four inch heels and thigh high hose.
Adam said that he needed to mingle for a short while and while he did Marsha would take good care of me. He took the leash from her hand and handed it to me. He smiled and walked away into the crowd.
"Marsha, please tell me about this group."
"Yes, Mr. Peterson. This is the Society for Southern California meeting for April. Any and all Dom's from the membership can attend and bring any or all of their subs to the meeting. The purpose of the meeting is for the Doms to show off, to publicly punish a sub who has been disobedient or otherwise offended her Dom or to sell or buy a sub. If I heard correctly, there may be a sale tonight and three punishments."
I held the leash lightly in my hand. She looked at it and said, "Please hold the leash firmly. Holding it lightly is a signal that you may be displeased with me. Holding it firmly shows that I am yours and that you are proud to have me."
I held the leash tighter.
"Over against the wall to your left are three couches. On the black couch are Mr. Walters and his two newest subs. He is here to show them off. They have been his less than three months and are, he says, very well trained."
"Doms? Subs? I don't understand."
"Dom is short speak for Dominant. A person who Dominates others. A sub is short speak for a submissive. In this room there are many subs. Each of us finds that being submissive is how we love living our lives. My life belongs to Mr. Pelphrey. I gave myself to him."
"So, he told you to dress like this?"
"He bought the dress and he asked me to wear it tonight. If I am able to comply with a desire he has I will."
"Do you like having all these people see your breasts?"
"It pleases Mr. Pelphrey to have people see my breasts. If it pleases him I am pleased."
A glass bell rang twice.
Marsha turned and faced me. "It is time for the punishments. I recommend that we sit over here." She pointed to some chairs. "That way I can be free to tell you what is going on and help you understand."
We sat in the chairs she had pointed to. I felt like I was in some other world and felt blessed to at least have a guide. As we sat I noticed others sitting near us. Each of them held the leash to another person, a sub. Each of the subs was dressed to show their bodies.
A large man walked into the room with a woman behind him, being led into the room not by a collar but by a choker chain. She was blindfolded by means of a black leather helmet covering her entire head except for a hole where her mouth was. There were no openings for her eyes. Excerpt for the hood, she was nude.
The man led her to a platform in the center of the room and assisted her in standing on the platform. Another man walked to the edge of the platform and spoke.
"You will tell everyone in the room what you did to embarrass me."
Her voice was shaking and stopped every few seconds to sob. "I forgot my position and spoke during a dinner party when I had not been spoken to. I gave an opinion that was not my Masters and not given with permission."
No one in the room moved. Silence lasted a long time, perhaps two minutes. The young woman was shaking. I was thirty feet from her and could easily see her shake.
The man spoke again. "Do you know what your punishment is to be?"
"No, Master."
"Are you afraid?"
"Yes, Master."
"The punishment is designed to teach you something. Do you know what I want you to learn?"
"To keep quiet, Master."
"Very good." He turned to the man holding her leash. "Remove her hood, please."
The man nodded and unzipped the hood, removing it. The woman blinked and glanced around the room. The man holding the hood approached her and reached into his jacket pocket. As he pulled a device out of his pocket her Master spoke again.
"I have devised and made a tool for teaching you to be quiet. It is a clamp that will hold your lips closed. All along the upper and lower edges of the clamp are tiny sharp teeth that will barely penetrate your skin. Any attempt to open your mouth will tear those teeth from your skin. If you can hold still until midnight the clamp will be removed and no more will be said about the embarrassment you caused me. If you fail at this you are no longer mine and will be sold or given away at midnight." He paused. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master, I understand." Tears streamed down her face.
"Offer your lips to the man before you." The man showed her what he wanted her to do. It looked like an exaggerated kissing posture. As soon as she pressed her lips together and forward he attached the device. It looked like a barrette that girls use to hold their hair in place, a spring loaded barrette. As he released his pressure on the device the sharp teeth bit into her lips. Tears sprang from her eyes and her hands involuntarily moved up as if to protect herself from the pain or to remove the clamp. They only moved up an inch before the man slapped her across her breasts.
"You will not reach up for the clamp. You will not do anything to lessen the pain or allow anyone else to remove it. Do you understand?"
She nodded. It was obvious that moving her head hurt.