Chapter 1
Carol looked around nervously. She saw that she wasn't the only woman sitting in the small room, having second and third thoughts about the decision each had made. For her it had happened when her boss, Maxwell Trent, had asked her on a date a few weeks back. Since then they had been seeing one another regularly after hours, but she had not let it progress to anything more than a few kisses.
"I'm old-fashioned, Max. I can't help it. I don't care if no one else waits because I am!"
That had been the last thing she said to him last Sunday before she stormed out of the nice restaurant he'd taken her to for dinner. They had been having a wonderful time, and then he had asked her back to his place for some wine, soft jazz and maybe a little horizontal dancing.
But he had been all smiles and friendly on Monday, and through out the week. And he had invited her to come to this club tonight with him. It was very exclusive, with a parking valet. That was one of the things she'd noticed first in fact. The young man's hair had been cut military short, like a "high and tight."
As they took the elevator, Max leaned over and whispered in her ear. "What do you think I'd look like if I got my hair cut that short?"
Carol had jumped in surprise. She wasn't sure why, but she knew it wasn't the first time she'd have that reaction to the word haircut, or even just thinking about someone having their haircut. To be honest, she did wonder what it would feel like to run her fingers over his head if Max did get his hair all sheered off. But she knew he wouldn't do it. He had gorgeous, thick black hair, with just a hint of gray, and she was also aware that he got it cut regularly at a salon that charged a hundred or for a cut.
Anyway, instead of riding up in the elevator, it had actually gone down. Max had walked her down a short, dimly hall. Inside a room, he had her sit in the single chair. Pouring her a drink from the wine bottle already present, he watched her drink it. Then he began to fasten the straps.
The first two went around her wrists before she realized what was happening. "Stop this, Max."
"Hush, my sweet. I have something really special planned for tonight. I know you will be surprised." He fastened a band around her chest, waist and then each ankle. "Open your mouth, darling."
Carol shook her head when she saw he had a small ball gag. She kept her lips pressed together. She would not give up her right to protest. Of course she ignored the little voice that said with your mouth-closed...duh. Instead she shook her head side to side and pursed her lips more tightly.
Max merely smiled and pressed her nostrils together. It wasn't long before she had to gasp through her mouth and releasing her nostrils he had the ball in her mouth that. He looked right into her frustrated eyes, smiling.
"Remember that talk we had about power, submission, the giving and the taking away of it. Well, this is the next step in becoming a Dom for some of the men here tonight. And for some of the woman, such as yourself, my sweet, this is your first step in becoming my submissive."
Carol didn't need any further explanation. She knew what he meant by Doms and submissives. She'd done research on the Internet, and found herself titillated and aroused by most of what she found. Something about Max, from the very beginning, had told her he had secrets. That's probably why she had held back in her relationship with him so far.
When she had talked about waiting, she had not automatically meant marriage. She wasn't getting sexually involved until she knew there was commitment to try on both sides.
Now, she was just scared.
She'd been left alone after that until a woman dress all in black entered and pushed her chair into the elevator. Surprised that her chair rolled was one thing, and then feeling the elevator rising through the building told her the climax to the evening was coming soon.
And now she waited in this small room with three other women, all similarly bound. Each had a gag in place, or duct tape. One of the women, who had long, teased and sprayed blonde hair, was wearing a piece of the new clear duct tape. Her lips must have been freshly painted, considering the amount of color. Carol wasn't sure if she was glad to have the gag or not considering how much bigger the woman's lips appeared mashed up behind the tape.
Suddenly she thought she heard a noise. Looking around, she knew she was correct because the other three women had all perked up as well. Their chairs were all facing the direction the noise was coming. Then she heard a voice, quite nearby speaking.
"Welcome Masters and Mistresses to our induction night. We have four Doms tonight presenting their new slaves and/or subs for the ceremony. Now, before we begin and just as an aside, we have the new chairs, which will allow us to do the full top and frontal induction process. Special thanks to Master T and Master W for their donations that allowed us to purchase them much sooner than planned."
Applause greeted the news.
Carol shifted on her "new chair" and didn't feel at all comfortable with the word "induction" or with the fact that he was talking full frontal anything! Before she could formulate another thought, lights blared in front of her as the curtain rose. Carol realized that she and the other women were on a stage, facing a room full of people. Blinking quickly, she tried to find Max in the crowd. Many of the men and women, dressed in black, had on some kind of eye mask.
"Now, we've drawn lots to see who goes first...the winner is...Lisa!"
Carol saw the blonde shake her head rapidly. She didn't blame her. No way did she want to be first. It made no difference. Lisa's chair was pushed forward, near the edge of the stage. Clapping and cheering went on for a few minutes. The Master of Ceremonies gestured with his hands for people to settle down.
"Now, please note that all I have to do is put my hand in the front of their clothing, and it doesn't matter what it is, pull and voila! I have pulled off all of their clothes."
The audience gasped as Lisa was stripped of all of her clothing, including her underwear. She now sat in the chair, totally nude. Her enhanced breasts hung from her chest with hard nipples. With her legs restrained there was no way for anyone to know that Lisa was not a natural blonde.
Carol looked away. She didn't want to see what was happening. If she did she'd have to acknowledge that it could and would be her soon. She started humming under down low and reciting an old prayer she recalled from her childhood.
It would have worked if not for the soft caress along her cheek several minutes later. Max was beside her, down on one knee. "You need to pay attention to this, sweet pet. It's all part of the learning experience. Now, eyes forward."
Carol looked at the blonde, who was still in the chair and it had been elevated and flattened. As she watched, a woman, who was wearing what appeared to be two leather flaps and they tied at the sides, stepped close to Lisa. The leather pieces fell to within about twelve inches of the floor, gaped on each side from one to six inches, but not more than six. At the waist, or hip band, there hung a chain. The woman started clipping long strips of Lisa's black pubic hair off.
She jumped when Max whispered in her ear a few seconds later. "I can't wait to see your bush. Is it hairy and dense? Do you trim at all? Is it getting moist just anticipating what is going to happen?"
Carol groaned at his words. She was wet and was fighting the need to flex and rotate her pelvis in response to the feelings growing inside her. She was becoming more aroused with each passing second. The question was becoming how soon would she succumb rather than if.
"I'm even more anxious to see your hairless pussy though. Pretty, pink and all mine!" Max whispered in her ear.