Gaven waltzed through the room secure in his roman gladiator costume. Standing at a powerfully built 6'2", he commanded the attention of every lady in the room as well as over half the men, but each time he met another Dom's gaze, he lowered his eyes as expected of a Sub.
It had been six weeks since he had dismissed his last pet. He had grown tired of the groveling and excessive neediness that so many subs exhibit. He had a plan and was confident that his new strategy would secure a girl to be proud of.
So many women enter the BDSM world trying to establish themselves as a Dom but never quite finding the fulfillment they seek. He was sure that he could find just that type of girl and introduce her to the joy and release his slaves always find.
The costume party was the perfect opportunity to find what he was looking for, but first he had to lure her in....
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Dressed in a sexy black cat woman suit, Kat was starting to second guess herself. Perhaps this hadn't been such a good idea. At first she thought the Kat/cat woman thing was so clever. Now she regretted it each time she introduced herself to the others at the party.
She straightened her shoulders and set herself to the task at hand. She was here for a pet and she aimed to leave the party with one on her leash.
Three loud bangs from the front of the hall silenced the party. It was obvious that this was a crowd accustomed to discipline.
"Masters and Mistresses...sluts, slaves, pets... and everything in between...I welcome you to my home and trust you are all finding the enjoyment you seek. Except, of course, for those of you unworthy of enjoyment," A chuckle swept through the crowd as the MC in the judges robe took a sip from his glass of wine.
"I know we are all here to enjoy ourselves and we'll get on with that soon enough. Unfortunately I must first review the rules of engagement incumbent upon all those in attendance,"
"It is known that this gathering is for those drawn to the BDSM lifestyle. While some people are more submerged in the role play than others, it must be clear that if at anytime anyone finds themselves being coerced beyond their comfort, hurt beyond their threshold, or wants to disengage from the role-play; the party safe word is "Halloween".
"Anyone caught ignoring the safe word, even if heard by proximity, will be punished and stripped of their membership. I might add that a punishment from our membership committee will be very public and not provide pleasure in any way, shape or form to those who get punished".
"To aid the new faces and those new to the lifestyle, Doms were to incorporate some form of bondage or mastery into their costume such as leashes, whips, or handcuffs. Subs were to incorporate something indicative of their role such as a pet or slave costume, or perhaps that of a slut. Upon introduction subs are to avert their eyes from the gaze of a dom".
"For those here who are bonded to another, you are expected to wear either a necklace with a key to indicate the stronger one of the bond or a collar for the weaker. One must seek permission from the owner before engaging the owned, even in conversation. Stealing those who are bound to another is a punishable offense".
"I have secured a well trained force to ensure that the party rules are observed. All bouncers are dressed in the same shirtless police costumes with my seal on a chain around their neck. Boys, raise your hands so everyone can see you. To my beloved guests, you may look, but you may not touch. All guests are expected to move out of the way as my men pass through the crowd. Argue with them and it may be the last words you speak on Earth".
"Now I believe it is time to begin the festivities. On the East and West sides of this hall are devices made for bondage and torture as well as every sex toy you have every imagined. In the front by the stage here is the DJ booth and dance floor. In the back is the bar and buffet".
"Sexual acts are allowed in any way, shape or form between consenting partners and in any location in this hall".
"Let's make this evening one to remember!"
The judge waited for the applause to die down before going back to the naughty prisoner girl and bailiff waiting on the edge of the stage.
Kat surveyed the room from her spot near the DJ booth. As she looked around she saw some eyes both female and male drop while others met her gaze and silently challenged her to look away first.
She still wasn't entirely sure what kind of man she was looking for. She had recently watched a porn video of a girl spanking and torturing her manly victim. Two homemade orgasms later she was itching to find some cock. She had no idea that something so wild would turn her on so much.
So here she was looking for someone to take home and train.
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Gaven was beginning to wonder if he had approached this in the right way. There were so many luscious women here to choose from. He couldn't help it if his cock twitched every time a woman averted her eyes from his. Try as he might it was difficult to stuff his proud bearing into the humble pose of the controlled.
More than a few dominatrix's had confronted him in an attempt to secure him as their own. Gaven chuckled as he remembered the expression on the last one's face when he ever so politely refused her attention. It was obvious that he was the first man not to drop to his knees and worship her as she passed.
Then as he picked up his drink from the bar, he saw her. A stunning vixen dressed as cat woman. She certainly had the look of a woman in charge, but there was something about her bearing that didn't live up to the "bitch in charge" attitude that almost always characterized a lady dom.
Something about the way she looked about the room. She was unsure of herself; perhaps new to the game. He moved about the room watching the girl who would most likely kneel before him before the end of the night.
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Kat stood by the billiards table watching Madam Diana demonstrate to her friends how well her pet had done at obedience school.
The madam was sitting up on the edge of the table with her legs over the shoulders of a short, but muscular young man kneeled before her. Spot, as she called him, was licking up and down her core as she encouraged him.
