Marie took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She'd always been sensible, in control, doing the right, expected things in life. But there'd always been some part of her that wanted, craved, more. And so it was that she found herself here, answering the sort of crazy invitation no sensible woman should have even known how to find. She gripped the steering wheel of her car, willing her heart to still, but it would not. And deep down, she knew this was because she was excited, rather than afraid.
Telling herself this, she steeled herself, and got out of her car. She was parked in front of a large house, with its own grounds and gardens. She glanced at her watch as she ascended the stairs to the front door. Two o'clock. Exactly on time.
She'd only had time to knock once when the door was pulled open by a young, slender man in a well tailored suit. He bowed his head politely to her. "Marie, I presume?"
"Yes," she stammered, trying to keep her nerves out of her voice.
"Follow me if you please," he said, gesturing her inside to the spacious main hall. He led her through the building, stopping at an unassuming door. "They're awaiting you in the office, ma'am."
Marie stepped through, finding herself in a well lit room with a view of the gardens. Right in the center was a large table, behind which sat three people, and in front of which was a chair. The effect, Marie thought, was rather like a job interview.
"Take a seat," the woman in the centre said, smiling. She had long, well styled blond hair and shapely curves shown off by the low cut of her red dress. "It's good to see you in person, Marie."
"You must be Katy," Marie said, sitting down, feeling awkward.
"Yes," the woman replied, "though you must remember, if you do decide to join, you will be expected to call me Mistress, or One. If we decide we wish to have you, of course."
"Of course," Marie said, swallowing. The thought that after she'd had to brace herself to do this that it might be all for nothing made her far more scared than she wanted to admit. "I hope I'll be good enough for you."
Katy, or One, smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry too much. We're rather selective about who we invite. But we do of course like to meet people personally before making any final decisions. We are, after all, very close here."
Marie nodded, feeling a little better, though there was still a tense feeling deep in her stomach.
"In your application, we've gone over your desires, the feelings that brought you here. These are most important. But how we click as people is also vital. Two, what do you think?" One turned to the man on her right.
Two was a well built, dark skinned man with close cut hair, whose short sleeved shirt showed off a delightful amount of muscle. He pressed his hands together, leaning forward on the desk, and stared at her pensively.
"She's clearly nervous. That's plain to see in how she clutches her hands together, and the tremor in her voice. And yet she showed up exactly on time, and showed no hesitation in sitting before us, and expressing a desire to satisfy our requirements. Joining us is a big decision, so the nervousness is understandable, but she is eager. I'm willing to wager she's wet already," he finished with a grin.
Marie had already been self conscious at the comment about her hands, but the sudden vulgarity pushed that out of her mind. She squirmed slightly, no longer comfortable in her chair.
"Well?" One asked, raising an eyebrow. "Is Two correct?"
"Yes," Marie admitted quietly.
One gave her a smile. "It's okay to be nervous. But you're going to have to get used to answering far more personal questions than that, not to mention doing far more embarrassing things if you join us. Three, anything to add?"
Three, on the left, was a petite East Asian woman, whose straight black hair contrasted with her stark white dress. So far, she'd done nothing but stare intently at Marie with a far less friendly expression than the other two.
"She's pretty enough I suppose, though brunettes with shoulder length hair are hardly rare. But the wardrobe choice. A pants suit? When she's trying to look sexy? I understand some people like the look, but it hardly suits her. But it's not like she'll have a choice what she's wearing. And we can work with a figure that shapely," she finished with a leer.
"Personally, I like the suit," One said, and Three's smirk faltered somewhat. "But you do bring up a point. If you join us," she continued, turning back to Marie, "you will have to do exactly as we say. Wardrobe, yes, but far more than that."
Marie gulped. "You mean, sex, right? That's why I'm here. To be your submissive." Saying it aloud felt strangely liberating.
One nodded. "Sex, yes, but not just that. There's more mundane things, like looking after everyday needs. If you join, you'll be made number Six, with only Seven, the current Six, beneath you in the hierarchy. You'll frequently be waiting on us, hand and foot. Not to mention, once you agree, there is no backing out. Once you're one of us, you have to do everything we say, and that can include some very permanent things. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Marie replied, "I think so."
"Just to be sure," One said, "perhaps a demonstration is in order. Three, strip and show her."
Three stood up from her chair, her height barely increasing, and peeled off her close fitting white dress, beneath which she wore lacey white underwear. Primly, she marched around the side of the desk, before turning her back to Marie, and peeling down her knickers. To Marie's shock, tattooed across her arse were the words Anal Whore, in large letters, one word on each cheek.
"You see," One said, a pleased smile playing across her face, "all of you have to obey any order given, and will be punished for any disobedience. And I like to keep punishments unpredictable. After all, if you know what will happen to you, you might decide the punishment is worth it. But when you don't know, it can always be worse. And as my word is law, I can make exceptions to the hierarchy. Three here, for example, has to obey when anyone wants to put anything in her arse. She's allowed to complain, retaliate, even, if she wishes, but she's not allowed to remove the item until given permission. And that, along with the reminder, is permanent. So what you have to decide is if you are okay with the possibility of something like this happening to you."
Marie tried to think about this as a warning, but she was far too horny to do so. Her legs were rubbing together of her own accord as she felt a desire to plunge her hand between them, beneath her underwear. All she could do was stare at Three's arse, and at the occasional glare coming from her, clearly annoyed at the humiliating exposure.
"It seems our potential newcomer likes that idea," One continued. "Two, if you'd like to demonstrate more vividly?"
Briefly, Marie tore herself away from staring at Three, and saw, to her shock, that Two had pulled a large dildo and a bottle of lube from the desk, and was moving around in front of it. Reaching three, he grabbed her by the hair, and pushed her over the desk, her short legs straining to reach the floor. As Two applied lube to his hand and began gently, even delicately, to rub Three's exposed arsehole with his fingers, One continued speaking.
"Two of course could do this anyway, being second only to myself in the hierarchy. But despite having to obey her orders, you could do this yourself at any point should you wish. In fact, as I say so, you may do so now if you choose."
Two continued to finger Three's aresehold with one hand, but with the other he held the dildo out to Marie, who after a moment's hesitation, took it. Something about this barely felt like it was actually happening, and yet at the same time, when she pressed the end of the dildo against Three's arsehole, the grunt and panting sounds she made were vividly real.
Eager, Marie continued to press, and Two had done a good job loosening and lubing. Suddenly, the first part of the dildo slid in, and Three let out a muffled moan, her face pressed into the desk. Slowly, Marie pulled the dildo a little bit back out, and then further in, repeatedly, going a little further each time, surprised at how well such a thick dildo went in. Three's legs began to thrash, and she moaned hard, but she made no move to stop her. When the dildo was almost all the way in, One interrupted.
