Hades Night has concluded! All of the stables have been resting and relaxing for an hour, trying to figure out where they all stood going into the "Declaration" phase of the night.
At 1 a.m. they were all brought out into the general holding area in front of their rooms and watched Amanda Gregory (Betulah) select, through competition, her suitor (in this case suitors). The courtship activities had been tallied and now she was on a platform above the crowd fulfilling her desire to lose her virginity by fucking two men. Everyone had a "ringside view" on the huge screens over the stage.
The scores were close:
Master Donnie's Degenerates - 24,467
in second place, Mistress Anne's Cunt Lickers - 26,001
and in first place, Grand Mistress Night's Demonic Plague - 26,103
In the nearly 20 years of competition "Declaration" had meant nothing because of the blind loyalty to Mistress Night's stable; she held all the cards. Tonight was different; it was anyone's game and the fluidity of Master and Mistress commitments during Hades Night made tonight's ending unpredictable.
Randle, the MC, introduced the top three stables; the stage expanded to fit them all, a variety of love seats, couches, contoured soft chaisse seats, on thick carpet. Each member was announced to cheers and revelry from the attentive crowd still there.
Each participant brought a final night's outfit, more covering than those they strolled through the Circles in; most were robe-like, using softer materials. Duvessa was known for grand headdresses for all of her female subs, Mistresses and Imps. Donnie's group didn't really coordinate and looked much like a teenage slumber party.
Ann and Cameron had a theme - Rome. They were dressed in tight fitting Roman warrior garb, breasts propped up, penises pressing against the fabric, and amazing face paint and makeup.
Randle tipped his hat to Duvessa, placed the mic in its holder on it's stand at the top of several steps (on all four sides). Each Stable would send one representative to talk for the group before declaration began.
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This is the story of Declaration '24 as seen from Donnie's POV
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Amanda was introduced last, the applause that rolled from the audience and other stables made my heart both leap and sink, watching my daughter being taken by two men (some could say she took), in front of everyone, including her Mother and I.
She had a beautiful 'brides' outfit, which she flung into the crowd, and a second 'reception' dress, made of the same teal/bluish soft material, this one long, covering half her thigh and her chest, with a woven flower assortment in her hair.
"Hi Daddy..." she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. She was radiant hearing the crowd whistle and cheer, hearing several "Betulah, I love you"'s from both men and women in the crowd. It was very affirming for a young lady who's beauty was hidden by her shyness.
Her mother Mel, having entered Hades Night as a member of my stable, also came in. She was less well received, and her outfit was simply a thong panty and a push up bra; her collar from Duvessa on display. She sneered at me and went to sit with Ron and Camilla, snuggling in with our young neighbor.
There were rumblings that Mel had escaped all nine Circles of Hell and would declare her choice of roles within the community, crumbling and shuffling the standings. She put her head in Ron's lap and at times it looked like she was gong to sleep.
Everyone was in position so Duvessa sent Mistress Jill onto the stage to speak.
"She's your submissive, Daddy. Why is she with Grand Supreme Mistress?"
"She's an officer, Amanda," I said placing my hand on my daughter's cheek, touching her as a woman for the first time. "She is still my sub, but her place is in Duvessa's court."
"It's so confusing..."
I got to declare my officers, Master Ron, Camilla and Mistress Consommé. Duvessa and her officers held their position as leaders of the community throughout the declaration phase. If she was not in first place at its end, then Duvessa's officers could move and Mistress Jill would slip into my stable.
Mistress Jill looked amazing, the headdress was high, intricately crafted and curled around her cheeks. She wore a beaded top, her nipples showing; it was both sheer and covering at the same time. The strands were curled over her breasts, tight to her stomach and flowed over her hips. The full length dress sparkled in the light.
"My fellow degenerates!" she addressed us all, getting cheers and "whoops!" from the audience and the stable of Dommes and Subs.
"Grand Supreme Mistress Night has built all of this while we've been on our backs, all fours, tied up, tortured, humiliated and most of all, in charge. We are the community that honors the inner thoughts that all humans have; we just have the courage to act on those thoughts."
(Thunderous applause).
"In a moment, all of you, not just those on stage, will have a choice to stay with your current Mistress or Master, in the quiet confines of what's comfortable, or join the most powerful woman in this state when it comes to your pleasure; Duvessa!"
(More applause).
"If you were served by, or served one of our officers, Mistresses or Masters tonight and want to declare your loyalty to the one that created all of this for you - this wonderland of sexual delights - please come onto the stage."
Mistress Jill looked at me after more applause and kept talking...
"Some may be swayed by the new flavor, but remember the stability brought by the one who has been here from the beginning - Grand Supreme Mistress NIGHT!"
Mistress Jill left the microphone, waving to the crowd, her body beautiful, once a shoo-in to be by my side at the end of this night; now back in her familiar role with Duvessa.
Mistress Anne stepped up, my piercing with her initial on it still throbbing in my ear. My new pet Tigre (Tienna) had found me and was curled up beside me on the soft irregular couch, getting a glare from Mel.
"You need to talk to her," Tigre said, feeling the sharp daggers from my wife repeatedly looking over, though it didn't stop the younger pet from reaching down and rubbing my cock.
"Give yourselves a round of applause for you have served and been served well tonight," Mistress Anne yelled, getting a roar from the audience. "It's been a while since we've been back to enjoy all of you, but I need to give you the history before you make a truly important choice tonight."
Anne began to tell the history of Duvessa's control, not slamming it directly, but putting enough negatives out there so that people could read between the lines.
I got up and moved to Mel.
"Good evening, Master Donnie," she said, with a tone of indignant disgust. "I hope you've had your fill of young submissives tonight."
"Your trip through the Circles is the talk of the night," I said leaning in, moving my hand down her thigh. "How warm is my pussy?"
I moved my fingers inside her quickly, her eyes went from disgust, to anger, to orgasmic pause.
"Ohhh fuck you...oh..."
The past month had taught me all of my wife's buttons. I learned about her kinks and her resilience, and her need for cock.
"You have the freedom to take any role in the community," I whispered, rubbing her rough spot just on the underside of her clit, two inches inside.
"Ohh GOD! OH!"
"Remember I brought you here. Because of me we are the two most powerful members of this community," my third finger went in, and soon, my fourth.
"JESUS! OH! YES!", she cried out, most of my stable now watching us, Mistress Anne talking about the mistake she and Cameron made years ago trying to overthrow Duvessa.
"BUT OUR TIME IS NOW!" Mistress Anne yelled, the crowd erupted. My entire hand went inside Mel.
"Don't forget ME when you make your choice," I yelled into her ear.
"OH GOD! DONNIE! YES! YES!"
I felt the rush of her fluids over my hand and saw the submissive look in her eyes, tying together every experience she'd ever had sexually, understanding in that orgasm I brought this to her; a gift like nothing else.
"Your choice, but you're still mine," I said, kissing her cheek, then her lips.
"Master Donnie, you're on," The stage producer said. I looked up to see Mistress Anne climbing down the steps.
Mel was breathing heavily, her look of confusion, and appreciation, made me swell with more confidence than any time when taking my submissives. Most Dommes in the community would now be serving me.
"Most Powerful couple," I said to Mel, turning to give the performance of my life.
Uniting a Community
My wife's orgasm was still wet on my hand when I took the microphone, a fitting sheen reflecting the light as I smiled at the community.
"Tonight marks the night this community is given back to YOU! You the gay Master! You the submissive freak! You the impish bitch who rode my cock!"
The place went crazy.
"Mistress Anne was too nice! Duvessa built this place to serve herself. I am taking it now to serve YOU! When the results are in, I will bend her over and show you what she deserves!"
People exploded in applause, jumping around, several getting over the barrier, eager to declare what I could only believe would happen to my stable. My group had covered every circle; I felt Mel in my back pocket, my daughter who would bring so many with her.
"You will see an alliance formed between those upset with Duvessa in the past and those who have dominated her now in the future! You heard from Mistress Anne about the despicable things Duvessa has done in the past; come join us for a liberated future!"
The declaration phase would begin once I stopped talking. I noticed members of the other two stables standing up, cheering with the masses.
"Mistress Jill and I are of one mind, though I doubt she will do what's right and join me now,"
There were boos.
"She's correct when she calls us all degenerates and that we are the community that honors the inner thoughts all humans have, we just have the courage to act on those thoughts."
The energy was still rising.
"I will reshape our community of degenerates so the language of LUST that we all share is an open feast more often and free for all to devour!"
The atmosphere was electric. They were ready to move.
"Now go and declare your allegiance!"
People began to switch groups, but, looking at my stable, I didn't see any movement out, and began to see people moving in, hugging my Masters and Mistresses.
In the audience they shuffled around, then sent one of their number to link their group to one of the three on stage, or to each other.
I saw two Masters from Cardinal Creek join Mistress Anne's group, and I saw a few trickle into Duvessa's. I was told that you wouldn't see a lot of change, though there were at least a dozen that came out of the crowd and added to one of the three leaders.
"The key is who and to which stable," Mistress Jill told me one night after I whipped her raw and then forced my cock into her arse.
