"Hades Night" had concluded, and Carol Sullivan, known as "Mistress FunTashia", had worked behind the scenes with Brian, Mistress Jill and Mary to blindside all the stables, and, in a coup, had taken over the communities. Master Donnie had won the competition however some last-minute happenings earned him torture in Circle 7 while FunTashia earned the role of Grand Supreme Mistress.
The scores were audited through the night and were made available for all to examine at the scheduled brunch in the complex beginning at 11 a.m. There were several important tasks to accomplish during and after the brunch, including any household shuffling due to the declaration process, where Masters, Mistresses, and their subs/spouses could declare changes in residency for the coming year, or make arrangements of their choosing, with each other.
Duvessa had held such a firm grasp on the communities that there were just a handful of spouse arrangements, but few changes.
This morning's Brunch ushered in a New Dawn for both communities.
***
(Told in the third Person)
A New Leader Awakens
Grand Supreme Mistress FunTashia stayed in the presidential suite at the complex; her flunky Brian and her wife Mary were both sleeping soundly at 8 a.m., just four hours after having taken a shower and retired to bed. Ten years of work had paid off and she had gained control over a BDSM community that had both ritualistic and financial stability.
The 48-year-old Carol Sutton, an accomplished lawyer and accountant, was pansexual before it was a word. Her mentor was a dominatrix at the University of Michigan, who guided her preferences through her late high school and college years and would have been proud.
"Fun...I wanted you here to see this," she said, gazing out from the balcony that was high above the main ballroom where many workers were cleaning and setting up for her inaugural breakfast.
Carol took her name, "FunTashia", after her mentor; the 70-year-old law professor giving her it on her death bed, stating - "I want you to carry my spirit with you and keep my persona alive."
It was the only reason she inserted herself into Gladys Knight's well-developed community; an older woman who was mentored by the original Mistress FunTashia through Carol. In her own way Carol loved Gladys, though FunTashia only scoffed at love, constantly telling Carol that ......."Love is want and partnering with someone who will be lesser than you will pull you down, split your assets and, at the end of your life, make you wonder who you could have been."
Carol's mentor paired that with a strict regimen for eating and keeping her body fit, adding, "Love is for the soft at heart, and soft everywhere else. It's sure cute and all, but maintain yourself and people will love you, then you can decide who you love!"
A couple of workers noticed the naked leader of their community, stopping to admire her standing on the balcony, bowing their heads and getting on with the preparation.
"I may keep these extensions in," Carol said to Mary, running her hand through her hair. Her 'wife' of five years had got up sensing her lover was already out of bed.
"Sit," the 65-year-old Olympic athlete Mary said, patting the bed, then took a brush to Carol's hair, massaged her back, cupping her wife's breasts, giving her a kiss on the neck, until Carol got up to shower.
Mary, spurned by Gladys Knight because of her late husband's involvement with Gladys late husband, met Carol in the community gym late one night six years previously. They hit it off, had a couple drinks and were fingers deep in each other by Midnight, loving each other expertly. Mary filled Carol in, and with Carol's access to Gladys and the rest of the community through Brian, together the three of them developed and adapted a plot, that was already taking shape, to take Mistress Night down.
Carol took a long, hot shower, her body sore from the few Masters and Mistress she had been with last night. She wasn't as young as she once was, and her mind was guilting her about skipping a workout this morning.
She shut off the water and immediately heard Mary's voice moaning and crying out; Brian must have awoken. She had promised she was going to fuck him the minute he regained consciousness, having serviced so many women the night before.
"I love his cock," she told Carol, before going to bed. "What can I say!"
Carol loved his cock, his accounting expertise and the access he gave her to this community. She had developed and overseen several similar BDSM set-ups in Europe, but in condos not actual houses in an actual city with vanilla residents mixed in between red-light houses.
"OH! AHH! OHH! BRIAN!!!" Mary exclaimed, climaxing. Carol could hear the bed rocking as her wife hit her orgasm. With her hair up in a towel she moved out into the room, Brian had had little contact with guests last night whilst supervising the point gathering, or being restrained by Mistress Night when she discovered his betrayal.
"I heard her cum, Shitstain," Carol said lying beside them, his hips still thrusting into the shorter, older woman. "Give FunTashia what you have left."
Brian dismounted Mary, her breathing fast and heaving, and moved between Carol's legs, his cock magnificent and so familiar to Carol; she rode it multiple times on each visit.
"MMm....never gets old...OHH!" Carol moaned, looking up at the balding man in his late fifties, with his Dad bod, noting he hadn't let himself go. "OHHH! Mmmm...We're just going to have to keep your contract as our personal....OHHH....sub...OH GOD! YES!!!!"
Carol orgasmed, Brian buried his cock deep and released his pent-up load inside her. As they were unwinding, Mary met them with three champagne flutes.
"We fucking did it!" Mary exclaimed, the three sitting on the bed.
"A toast!" Carol said. "To our redesign of this fabulous community and to all of the sticky, messy, fucking-hot relationships we will strip down and create this morning."
They clinked glasses, took hearty sips and smiled at each other.
"Mary, can you get your ideas out and we'll finalize how we want our couples to arrange?" Brian asked, Mary hopping up happily towards her book bag.
"How do we control freewill here?" Carol asked Brian, who knew the couples involved and what generally worked with whom.
"Easy," he said, taking another drink. "It starts with my wife; her selection will start a domino effect, and whilst there maybe a few not totally in line with our thinking, that won't matter."
"I trust you Shitst...." Carol began and then stopped. "We will have to get you a new slave name."
"That would be nice," Brian said, and they all laughed, revelling in their victory.
***
Throbbing Cunt
"Mmmm..." Melissa Stingly moaned.
Mel Gregory was curled into her under a stream of hot water. The two had landed together in a mass of bodies, a couple hours after Mel declared herself the community slut, and had promptly been put to the test by a wave of cocks, pussies and mouths.
"Your body is amazing," Mel said, her hands sliding down Melissa's flat stomach to her shaved pussy. Her fingers probed where she had spent at least 30 minutes devouring her, while Melissa's husband Jack had pounded her arse with his sizable cock. "I'm going to remember your address!"
"Ohhh...." Melissa moaned, Mel's fingers rubbing her clit. "We have an extra room...Ohhh...God...oh..."
Mel had been on the floor of the complex for a good hour, welcoming all takers inside her. She was then picked up by a large man and ushered into a van, where the parade of cocks continued, and into a residence one door down from Melissa.
They were getting it from behind, face to face, starting to kiss, and ended up sliding away from all the cocks, and loving each other in a bathroom.
"Come home with me? I promised my husband a reward for taking the late shift at the hospital," Melissa said, the two sneaking out the back and running naked in the 40-degree cold to Melissa's house.
"I'm so sore right now," Mel said, her pussy aching, the two kissing inside the back kitchen door.
"He'll take your arse, baby, leave that throbbing cunt to me," Melissa said, escorting her to the couch, crawling between her legs.
It was 5 a.m. before Jack came home, his wife's gift high in the air awaiting his cock which was immediately hard.
"Thanks Baby," Jack said, unzipping himself and whipping out eight good inches. "Hi, I'm Jack...ohhhh"
"Fuck...oh...Hi, I'm...oh...Mel," she moaned, his head slipping into her arse; there being enough lube and cum in there to make his pushing inside her a smooth, pleasant one.
He came, and the two women ended up in the shower, Mel washing her new Lover's hair, caressing Melissa's perfect 34c breasts, kissing her whenever she could.
"I'll have to sleep sometime," Mel said. "But I have to be at some breakfast ritual at 11 a.m. in the complex."
"Shit, that's a big deal," Melissa said, kissing her back. "Jacks got a little blow, if you're up for it, and we can then just fuck till you leave."
"I've never had any before, but if you show me,"..... Mel said, her hand grinding against her clit, her fingers slipping inside.
"Ohh...it will be....ohhhh...my pleasure."
***
Mistress Jill, Nikki and the Girls
"Can you take a wife, not a husband," Nikki asked, cozying up to Mistress Jill. It was 10 a.m. and Nikki wanted a suitor so badly, not really having lined one up during Hades Night and, being single, not in line to take one.
"Mmmmm," Mistress Jill said, kissing the younger bar owner, her impish tendencies alluring, her body soft, yet firm. She was not a fitness buff, but didn't overeat even though she owned a restaurant/bar. "You tempt me with your beads and Bo-Ho attitude."
Mistress Jill ground her pelvis into the naked woman, though her alliances would prevent her from taking Nikki as her surrogate spouse. They had 69ed for an hour as they woke, now holding each other in the middle of their room. She could just start over again, except the breakfast of her lifetime was awaiting Mistress Jill.
"Get ready, Babe and we'll consummate your bringing your subs into my stable later. I will make you one of mine, but unfortunately not my wife," Mistress Jill said, kissing Nikki, cupping her breasts and rolling the nipples in her fingers.
"Your loss if someone else selects me," Nikki said impishly, slapping Mistress Jill's thigh.
"You'll pay for that, imp," Mistress Jill said, with a giggle.
"Promise?" Nikki said, grabbing a robe and heading for the door. "I'm going to make sure the girls are awake."
Mistress Jill laughed and continued with her makeup; the door swung open and then shut. Nikki walked into the side room where there was one queen-size bed and a mess of bodies intertwined in various states of sleep.
