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Authors: Kallista Dane
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truly bizarre. The room was large, lit only by more of the flickering torch lights. With no windows, a stone floor, and thick plaster walls, the room felt like the inner sanctuary of some ancient temple. Adding to the illusion, Mistress Jade sat regally at the opposite end of the room on a high-backed, padded wooden chair raised three steps above the rest of the room. Claire tried hard not to stare. Today Jade wore a bronze metallic skin-tight corset. Copper eye shadow with chocolate liner accented the cold green eyes, which were regarding her as though she were a timid rabbit tossed into the cage of a hungry but haughty lioness. Around her neck, Jade wore a twisted gold chain with what looked like an ancient coin dangling from it and another pair of thigh-high patent leather boots with stiletto heels, in bronze this time to match her corset. Claire wondered fleetingly where in the world she got her clothes. Maybe somewhere in this warren of underground rooms there was a whole army of dressmakers and cobblers, laboring away in the torchlight.
Jade nodded her head, and both men stepped forward to kneel on one knee in front of—well, there was no other word for it—her throne. Claire stood behind them, surreptitiously peering around the room. The wall behind Mistress Jade’s seat was lined with dark wood cabinets. On her left stood the padded bench from last night’s performance. On her right was a table that looked like it belonged in a doctor’s office. Waist high, built in sections that could be raised or lowered.
Jade clapped her hands, and the two men rose, grabbing Claire by the arms. They led her to the table. “Lie face down,” she said. Claire stood there trembling, uncertain of what was to come next. Jade waved a hand, and Claire found herself bent over the table, held down by a pair of strong arms. Her blue tunic was yanked up, baring her ass, and the other attendant delivered half a dozen hard swats so fast it took her breath away.
“You have a great deal to learn,” Jade declared. “When I tell you to do something, I expect to be obeyed—immediately. Kyle has requested that you be outfitted with two of my special devices tonight for your initiation into your new status. You will be his private sub for the remainder of your time here. Now, get on the table.”
Legs shaking, Claire climbed awkwardly up onto the table. Her bottom was burning from the unexpected spanking, and she didn’t know which was more terrifying—the idea of submitting to whatever Mistress Jade had in mind for her or the thought of getting an even harsher spanking by trying to resist. She had barely stretched out on the table when her arms were seized and pulled forward. Wide leather straps fastened her wrists to the front legs of the table. Behind her, the other attendant who had spanked her pulled her tunic up again, tucked it in around her waist, and then bound her ankles to the table with more restraints.
Claire blushed, embarrassed to have two strange men ogling her bare behind. But when she felt the back half of the table being pulled apart, spreading her legs wide, Claire realized her shame was just beginning. Jade came to the table, manipulating a lever that controlled the sections of it. The front suddenly dropped, lowering Claire’s head and raising her naked ass high in the air. Jade stepped between Claire’s legs and pulled on a pair of latex gloves. One of the men walked over to the cabinets on the wall, bringing back a tray of gleaming silver implements. With a shudder, Claire recognized them as butt plugs, like the one that invaded Melody’s private parts last night, in a variety of sizes, from short and slender to impossibly huge.
Jade stepped to the front of the table, rubbing more of the strange scented oil onto her gloved hands. “Pay attention, Claire,” she demanded. “I want you to be aware of exactly what is planned for you all along the way. You’ll be fitted with a vibrating plug that Kyle can
Jade nodded her head, and both men stepped forward to kneel on one knee in front of—well, there was no other word for it—her throne. Claire stood behind them, surreptitiously peering around the room. The wall behind Mistress Jade’s seat was lined with dark wood cabinets. On her left stood the padded bench from last night’s performance. On her right was a table that looked like it belonged in a doctor’s office. Waist high, built in sections that could be raised or lowered.
Jade clapped her hands, and the two men rose, grabbing Claire by the arms. They led her to the table. “Lie face down,” she said. Claire stood there trembling, uncertain of what was to come next. Jade waved a hand, and Claire found herself bent over the table, held down by a pair of strong arms. Her blue tunic was yanked up, baring her ass, and the other attendant delivered half a dozen hard swats so fast it took her breath away.
“You have a great deal to learn,” Jade declared. “When I tell you to do something, I expect to be obeyed—immediately. Kyle has requested that you be outfitted with two of my special devices tonight for your initiation into your new status. You will be his private sub for the remainder of your time here. Now, get on the table.”
Legs shaking, Claire climbed awkwardly up onto the table. Her bottom was burning from the unexpected spanking, and she didn’t know which was more terrifying—the idea of submitting to whatever Mistress Jade had in mind for her or the thought of getting an even harsher spanking by trying to resist. She had barely stretched out on the table when her arms were seized and pulled forward. Wide leather straps fastened her wrists to the front legs of the table. Behind her, the other attendant who had spanked her pulled her tunic up again, tucked it in around her waist, and then bound her ankles to the table with more restraints.
Claire blushed, embarrassed to have two strange men ogling her bare behind. But when she felt the back half of the table being pulled apart, spreading her legs wide, Claire realized her shame was just beginning. Jade came to the table, manipulating a lever that controlled the sections of it. The front suddenly dropped, lowering Claire’s head and raising her naked ass high in the air. Jade stepped between Claire’s legs and pulled on a pair of latex gloves. One of the men walked over to the cabinets on the wall, bringing back a tray of gleaming silver implements. With a shudder, Claire recognized them as butt plugs, like the one that invaded Melody’s private parts last night, in a variety of sizes, from short and slender to impossibly huge.
Jade stepped to the front of the table, rubbing more of the strange scented oil onto her gloved hands. “Pay attention, Claire,” she demanded. “I want you to be aware of exactly what is planned for you all along the way. You’ll be fitted with a vibrating plug that Kyle can
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