Summary:
-Sam and Marina get invited by their highschool friend, Catherine, to an exotic sex club
-They pass the initiation test with the help of a red headed waitress named Audrey
-Sam can't help openly bragging about the Ten Club to anyone that will listen
-Trixie, a dominatrix from the Ten Club publicly dominates Sam and Marina as punishment for blabbing about their secretive club
-The pair go to a mandatory training night to get a crash course in BDSM that would end in an elaborate feast
-Sam got hypnotised by Katy and forced to crossdress and masturbate anally in front of her
-Marina was stripped naked and led by collar and leash to a room where Seamus and Melissa tortured and had there way with other slaves in training
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Chapter 7: The Floor Masters' Meeting
It took Sam a few moments for his eyes to adjust. His surroundings were nothing more than a series of red, brown and cream shapes as he was thrust through the doors and into the centre of the room. Soft, rich orchestral music played as his vision sharpened and he slowly realised he was in some kind of empty banquet hall. The first thing that Sam noticed about the room was the sheer decadence of it.
The hall had a high ceiling that was completely mirrored, making it seem even higher. The Chairs resembled Katy's throne: grand and intimidating, although far less ornate. The chairs belonged to an extremely long table, akin to something you might see at Oktoberfest. A silken, white, perforated table cloth lay over a blackened, glass top. It was not as reflective as a mirror, but good enough to easily make out the details. As Sam walked past, he focused on the reflection of the ceiling through the surface and instantly saw a thousand echoes of the room, giving him a brief stint of vertigo.
On one wall hung an enormous red velvet tapestry with some latin phrases woven masterfully into it. Sam guessed the materials needed to create such an artwork were well into the thousands. A variety of artwork littered the rest of the walls. The paintings and statues were diverse in era and origin, but all seemed to share a central theme, one which Sam couldn't put his finger on initially. He gazed from painting to painting trying to discern what linked all of these scenes together.
Most revolved around some sort of erotic situation, but many displayed acts of gluttony, pride and slothfulness. There were multiple paintings of Roman feasts, a bronze statue of a man eating grapes while spilling wine, depictions of Ancient Japanese orgies, a painting of an Islamic opium house among others.
The most interesting thing about them, Sam thought, was that despite many of the subjects historically being considered sinful, they weren't being depicted negatively. There was no judgement from the painter on the subject, purely indifferent observation, or perhaps celebration. Many of the sex-focused scenes weren't something that you would get an erection over, but described something special, something inherently human.
Sam had almost grasped the meaning of the collection when Katy spoke a secret word and his mind went blank. Suddenly his eyes were glazed and his expression stupid. Katy ordered him to sit at the closest table and unzip the bag he had been carrying for her. He removed a mirror and a diverse array of make-up.
"Now doll yourself up Samantha, while I get some of the others," she said with a smile.
By the time Katy returned with her other slaves, Sam would have easily passed for a girl save for his Adam's apple and broad shoulders. He did, however, get bonus points for having naturally curvy hips and an above average butt. Katy had contemplated getting him a wig, but decided that he suited the short haired, androgynous look instead.
"Oooh Samantha, you look gorgeous!" Katy cooed. "Now why don't you get into your position?"
Sam walked zombie-like to his designated spot, behind a chair where he would stand through the course of the night, or until he was told otherwise. He knew this, but did not know why he knew this. His back was straight and his butt was pushed out, as Katy had instructed him throughout the hypnotic track. One by one Katy put her small group of servants under a spell via their individual triggers. At the very back of Sam's mind, a sliver of consciousness remained watching, recording.
A brunette girl walks in. Katy whispers 'Pillow'. The girl submits. Katy returns with a slim blonde male. Katy whispers 'Bowl'. The man submits. Katy returns with a blonde. 'Kettle'. Another male. 'Football'. Another female. 'Candle.' Now all the servants are standing at attention. A food trolley rolls in. Large silver saucers with semi spherical lids are given to each servant. The trolley get pushed out of the room. Katy stands at the end of the table. She speaks each release word. 'Fox, turtle, mare, hare, albatross, f-'
Sam suddenly came to. He looked around, startled and confused. Fuck, he hated that feeling. He was more than submissive, he was malleable. He looked down and noticed he was holding a silver platter with a lid. Or did he already know that? Engraved in the lid were a few simple, words in an elegant, cursive font. 'Don't open.' Sam moved the platter up and down. It wasn't that heavy. He looked at a large clock above the door and read the time. The dinner wasn't for another hour. He let out a deep sigh when a sudden movement caught his eye.
He looked down at the table. Had something been there a second ago? Had someone poked their head out from under there? Was he going crazy?
