The warning about the 'kitchen sink' at the beginning of the last chapter still stands.
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I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave.
I will work to elevate you just enough to bring you down
—Sober
by
Tool, Undertow
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Jackie looked down at the large puddle of cum that was beginning to soak into the satin sheets, and said, "Wow, we certainly made a mess. I don't think I've seen that much cum from one dick before."
Karen replied, "We really should clean it up before it stains. Slut!"
"Yes Domina?"
Pointing at the congealing mess at her knees, Karen commanded, "Clean that."
"Yes Domina. I'll get a towel."
"Don't bother with towels, Slut. Slurp it up!"
Looking distastefully at the coagulating pool of slimy, white glop, she hesitated.
"I said slurp it up, Slut." Karen repeated slowly, and in a tone of cool malice.
Hearing Karen's warning rattle, Slut busied herself licking up Connor's leavings.
Karen and Jackie came out from beneath the table to stand with Denise. All three of them stared seductively at me, and crooked a finger. Denise patted the table top, while saying, "Your turn Tiberius."
I was about to take them up on their offer when a blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the club.
"What the fuck was that?!" several members exclaimed at once.
Several others opined, "It sounded like it came from the specialty rooms."
I muttered to no one in particular, "What next, first fighting and now this. Maybe we pushed too hard." Then a thought came into my head, and I asked loudly, "Where are the twins?"
"We're right here," they answered in unison from somewhere behind me, and with an irritatingly snotty tone.
"Very well. I assume, then, you're not the architects of this latest fiasco."
They began protesting my accusations but I threw up a hand, stopping them in mid-whine.
I was about to send a slave to investigate when one of the club Dominants came running into the grotto.
The Dominants were also special club members. They totaled six, four males and two females, and alternated their schedules so that at least three would always be working each night. Calling themselves the Dungeon Masters, they were specialists in bondage, punishment and sadomasochism, and expertly plied their trade for any member who enjoyed the controlling arts of submission and discipline. Mostly, they kept to the Caligula Grotto.
Early on in the clubs history, Gabby had become an honorary Dungeon Master, and with one of the other female Dommes, spent much of the time tormenting the cuckold husbands, including her own. Phil was a Caligula regular.
The Dominant fast approaching me was decked out in his typical leather attire, minus the hood he wore when plying his trade. A panicked and horrified look was plastered across his face.
Slightly breathless, he said, "It...it's terrible Tiberius. I-I don't know how it could have happened. We're always so careful around her."
"De Vries, just slow down, take a breath, and explain."
"It's Gregor. He..." De Vries stopped in midsentence.
Two security guards approached us while supporting the other Dom between them. They essentially carried the Dom forward by his arms, while letting his feet drag along the floor. The injured Dom covered his groin with his hands.
Even though he still wore his hood, I could tell by the way he held his hands and by the rigidity of his body that he was in immense pain. I could also tell from the placement of his hands what had happened.
The two guards laid the Dominant at my feet.
"Show me Gregor."
When he removed his hands, some of the members gasped in horror at the sight, while most laughed cruelly at poor Gregor's misfortune. None laughed more wickedly than the twins, and between sadistic laughter they taunted him in unison with even more sadistic banter. "Look at the itsy bitsy, teeny tiny dick! It's such an itty bitty pee-pee, now. *snicker* Poor Gregor better find a woman with a little dick fetish, or it's no more fucky-fuck for him. Yeah, a woman with a major, teeny tiny dick fetish. You won't even get a Chihuahua off with that teeny dick, Gregor."
Gregor was one of the few belonging to the club whose cock rivaled mine in size. What I now saw between his legs was an abomination compared to his former virility. His cock, once thick and long, was no more the size of a corn nubbin. It was beet red in color as if it burned with an internal flame, while a thick, yellow fluid wept and crusted about the tip.
Gregor looked up at me and pleaded in a raspy tone of pain, "Fix me Tiberius. You have the power. Please! I beg you, fix me!"
"Haven't I made it perfectly clear to everyone that Domina Gloria's pussy is not to be violated? Didn't you learn anything from when the last member tried to fuck her?"
"Please Tiberius. It was an error...an accident. It won't happen again. Please! I'm begging you, fix me!"
"I'm sorry Gregor. A curse is a curse, and I won't lift it. You knew my proclamation going in, and have no one but yourself to blame." Turning to the rest of the members, I said loudly over their nervous chatter, "Let this be a lesson and a warning to you all. If any of you attempt to fuck Domina Gloria, with or without her permission, this will be the inevitable result."
Turning back to De Vries, I inquired quietly, "How is Domina?"
"She's quite shaken up, Master, but other than that, fine."
"Very well, see to her needs."
"She's still hanging in leather restraints. Should I take her down?"
"No. It will be better for her if you keep doing things the way you were. See to her needs, and tell her I'll be along shortly."
Suddenly, I heard laughter break out, along with the sound of trickling water. Turning around I saw the reason for the laughter and the sound. The twins were squatting over Gregor's prostrate form and urinating on him. His leather hood and hair were drenched, and a large puddle was already spreading out from him along the marble floor.
I exploded, "Enough of these fucking outrages to me house! Get the fuck out of my sight, the both of you!"
Even though a heavy stream still flowed from them, they cut it off in an instant and fled into the gathered crowd when they heard my anger.
I said to the two guards, "Pick him up and cover him in one of our spare togas. Call a cab and have him dropped off at the nearest hospital. Not that there's much they'll be able to do for him, except maybe ease his pain. Make sure you use the back ally. I don't want any of the protesting idiots out front seeing his condition."
Karen slid up next to me, and said as she looked at the large, warm, puddle of urine, "What a mess. Slut! More clean up for that devilish tongue of yours!"
Having seen what actually happens at Roman Wilderness when someone breaks rules or disobeys, Slut didn't hesitate and began slurping up the urine.
Turning to a male slave, I commanded, "You, Antonius, help her clean up that piss. When you get most of it up, find Mr. Portnoy and ask him for a mop and bucket. I want the marble spotless and dry before we begin again."
"Yes Dominus."
As Slut and Antonius slurped up what urine they could with their mouths, I kissed Karen's cheek, and said, "We're such a cruel masters, aren't we my love."
"And it always makes me wet."
Smiling at her, I squeezed her ass playfully, and commanded, "Make sure you have Slut clean herself and wash her mouth out before we have our fun with her."
"Of course, my sweet."
"Good. Now I should tend to Gloria."
"Wait. The table. We were going to give you a reward."
"The moment has past, my love. She'll need my attention after what happened."
"What am I supposed to do while you tend to the snot?"
"You have free reign, my love. Anything goes. Remember? You and Denise should have Connor fuck your faces, after he fucks your asses."