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Tags: BDSM, bondage, domination, submission, sex club
Authors note: This story is 54,874 words long. It is purely fictional and deals with sex and violence in the BDSM lifestyle. It is not intended to be an informative primer or compendium on BDSM or any alternative lifestyle. Each relationship is different and the situations in this story may or may not be included in any specific individual's relationship.
Forward
Violet held her body position even though her arms were about to fall off. At least they felt that way. The tiny golden shackles on her wrists glinted as her breathing made the light reflect and refract from the short links of chain that hung swinging from the cuffs. The glimmer was hypnotic.
Violet continued to hold her hands up, with her palms flat, to form a human table for the rolled blue scroll that contained her petition. A petition she was required to present to her Mistress, while kneeling naked on the bare floor, wearing chains. Though only symbolic, they were still very heavy and made it difficult to continue to hold her arms up. Violet waited for the long faced woman behind the desk to notice her. Maria Wolfe looked up at some noise or motion from Violet and sighed.
"You're interrupting me, Sub."
"I'm sorry Domna. Please forgive me." Violet's voice was quiet and respectful.
"What is it this time?" Wolfe asked the petite redhead kneeling before her.
In response, Violet only lifted the petition higher even though her arms were screaming at her to drop her hands. She bowed her head further as she raised the petition. Sweat from stress and her nervousness slicked her body. The sweat causing her hair to stick to her neck and back. She almost trembled from fatigue, but caught herself in time to prevent it. This was a formal request. She would not show weakness while making it. She would not!
Wolfe moved around her desk to stop in front of Violet. Carelessly she lifted the scroll and opened it. Violet slowly lowered her arms. Her shoulders, protesting at the abuse, made her want to just drop them. Instead, she lowered them gracefully until she could rest her hands on her wide-spread thighs, with her palms up. It was the basic pose for a submissive, which she was and always would be. Keeping her face respectfully down toward the floor, she waited in silence.
Wolfe read the petition twice to be sure that she understood exactly what Violet was asking for.
"Why should I do this for you?" Wolfe questioned the woman kneeling before her. "Why should I even be
asked
about this? Why is this even my business?"
"Please Domna. I ask because I desire permission to do this. I cannot do this without permission. Please, I want to have a baby. To have my own family. Please Domna. Please Scarlet. Please." Violet barely choked out her plea.
"This will require that I personally make changes in your hard limits. It will require that I personally oversee your proposed breeding. It will require that I take time from my busy schedule for your pleasure. Changes and pleasures which you are more than capable of taking care of on your own, without my intervention, for the same result. So I ask again;
Why should I be required to do this for you?
"
"Because I belong to Scarlet. It is for Scarlet to say whether I may breed and reproduce. I only ask that I be allowed to do so now. With my owner, husband and chosen mate. Rather than with another chosen by Scarlet or chance."
"You are not a slave. You may choose and breed with whomever you wish. You know this. I do not have to intervene for this."
"Domna, please. This will affect the House. It is Scarlet's business and places it within your dominion. Please allow this small request. Please."
"You may always leave the House. Your doing so would no longer affect the House or Scarlet."
"Please Domna, do not command me to leave." Violet begged as she had never begged before. She did not want to leave. If she did she'd no longer have a place that was safe for her and her sexual fetish. For bondage and sex, it was either be a member of the House or nothing.
"It is only a Blue Petition, not Red. Please, I want to stay. But, I also want a baby. Please."
"Very well, I will grant this petition." Wolfe tossed the blue paper onto the floor in front of Violet.
"You will be allowed three months for breeding purposes as you request. You will be granted exemptions from service once you are proven pregnant. Should you fail to become pregnant within the three month period you will return to normal service in the House. Your current service during the three months will be limited to the
single
mate of your choosing only and light duties for the House. You will be given a grace period of one year after your child is born before you are required to return to service with the House,
provided that
the House can do without your services for that period. Should that not come to pass, Scarlet will recall you to the House. Should you choose to not return when your grace period is over, or upon recall, you will be exiled and never allowed to return. All as you have requested."
Violet's eyes welled with tears. "Thank you Domna. Thank you."
"But!" Wolfe held up her hand in warning. "This is the only request of this type I will grant. To you or anyone else. I do not want to see more of these. I do not have time for this. So I will personally make the changes required to your hard limits. I will make a room available to you as necessary for breeding purposes. You will not speak of this to any other member of the House. Do you understand?"
"Yes Domna. I hear and obey." Violet spoke the ritual words that conveyed her submission to the will of her ultimate Mistress.
"You are dismissed." Wolfe returned to her desk and put Violet out of her thoughts. She had other more important business to attend to instead of the silly whims of a submissive. Her permission should end the matter completely. She need not worry about it, or spend her limited time on it, any further.
Violet gathered herself to leave the small office as silently as she arrived. She had won. Won everything. All she had to do now was go home and tell Dominick. Somehow. Maybe she could mention it at her best friend Karen's birthday party later that evening. Or would it be better to save it for after?
Making plans to herself, Violet silently exited the office to get dressed and go home.
One
The four boys crowded around her. Pinching and squeezing they grabbed at her body. Tore her clothes. Shoved her into the recessed entrance to the highschool gym, where they could shield themselves from view. Pushing her to the ground, they continued to grab and taunt her as she struggled to rise from her hands and knees.
"We're going to fuck you. You're going to like it too. You want it. You want us to fuck you. All of us."
"No! Leave me alone. Don't touch me. No! Go away. No!"
To no avail. They continued to rip at her clothes. Half-undressed, she tried to pull away as they ran their filthy hands over her skin. Shoved their hands and fingers down her pants into her crotch. Squeezing her breasts too hard. Hurting her just because they could. Pulling her hair to control her body so she was always off balance. Couldn't fight back. They could do whatever they wanted. Their fingers bruising her skin. Hands slapping and hitting her to force her to let them have her. More pain. Laughter as they took what they wanted at the cost of her pain.
Always she says no. They don't listen. Don't care. What she wants isn't important to them. She is nothing to them. Merely a thing to expend their lust upon. Nothing more. She is worthless. Unclean.
Noise as someone approaches. The boys straightening. Scattering like leaves in the wind. Leaving her disheveled and nearly naked. Scared. Hurt. Knowing they would be back. They would hurt her again. Make her do what they wanted. Force her. There was no escape. Not from them.
"Karen? Are you ok?"
* * * * *
"Karen, you must try to get out of the house more." Karen's therapist was adamant Karen needed to try harder to overcome her anxiety.
Karen, remembering where she was, shoved the bad memories away again. The nightmare that never ended.
"I do. I go shopping. Sometimes I go to the mall. Last month I even went to a work related party with Mitch. We visit friends too. You know that." Karen gave no outward sign of her inner turmoil. Not even here where she is supposed to talk about it.
"I know. You've told me. However, you need to be out doing something more for yourself than just the same old routine. Mix. Mingle with others. If you don't, you're not going to keep improving." Her therapist pushed her idea.
"You think I'm improving?" Karen was surprised. She'd thought she wasn't doing much except maintaining her ability to go out in public on occasion.
Certainly she had her tiny circle of family and close friends whom she socialized with. But, when it came to strangers, she still had frequent nightmares of eyes staring at her over grasping hands. All too frequent nightmares.
"Of course you're improving. You've made some tremendous gains in your self confidence. Now you need to go another step further. You need to socialize with others who aren't as familiar with you as your current circle. In short you need to try to make new friends. Not just women either, you should include men as well."
"Mitch won't like that. Men are grabby and only want sex." Karen's voice went flat.
"I think Mitch would be fine with it. It's you who aren't ok with it. You also know, unless you work at it, you won't improve. All you need is to be sure of the situation and setting where you meet them. Join a club. Get a job, even a part-time job would be fine. You need to expand your social interaction beyond the few friends you see occasionally in private settings."
"But, I want to be there for Mitch and Scott if they need me."
"Scott is eight now. He's more than capable of fixing a sandwich if he's hungry. For that matter, so is Mitch."
Karen hunched up the longer they talked. Eventually she wasn't really paying any attention as her therapist pushed gently to get Karen to improve her outlook and confidence. Karen knew if she went out in public
that
would happen again. And again. And again.
"So, by next week, I want to hear what you've done that's positive."
The words were startling in their finality and conclusiveness. Her therapist was concluding their session for the week by telling Karen what she expected to hear about by their next session.
Wait; did she agree to do something? Karen wasn't sure what that could be.
