Chapter 2 - Dark Divulgence

The deep black of night faded into the purple and dark blue of early morning. The chirping of insects gave way to birdsong. Cheerful tweets and whistles floated through the air as Devin stared into the distance. The yellow glow of day was making its first appearance as a thin ribbon on the horizon.

The young Chosen’s limbs were filled with unrelenting ache. His every appendage was locked in brutal predicament bondage. He was on the back patio, his knees digging painfully into the grainy stonework floor. Leather straps ran around his shoulders and chest, leading back to the tight armbinder locking his arms behind him. At the end of the cruel device was a large metal ring. Short lengths of chain ran from the ring to the cuffs on his ankles, immobilizing him.

The thick leather band around his neck acted as a triple wide collar. It was locked tight with a padlock and had a chain leash that led to a post behind him. If he started to doze off, as he had many times, his head would lull forward and the band would tighten around his neck, choking him. The rest of his body was nude; exposed to the elements. It had been a cool night, but the brilliant colors on the horizon foretold that it wouldn’t remain that way for long.

Devin heard a door open and shut followed by the slow, deliberate striking of high heeled boots across the terrace. It was Sadie, of course. It had to be. She wouldn’t leave him out here past dawn.

The clan matriarch strode before him. Only her outline was visible in the half-dark of nautical dawn. Sadie tapped a folded fan in her free hand as she studied the servant kneeling before her. Devin was a good slave, for the most part, but sometimes he needed to be taught a lesson. This was one of those times.

“Who told you to kidnap the girl?”

“No one, Mistress.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“An opportunity was presented and I took it.”

“An opportunity to what? Confirm their suspicions? Lead hunters directly to my door?”

“I wasn’t thinking.”

“That’s right, you weren’t. Thinking isn’t your job. The men of our kind have rarely been good at it. Their lack of foresight nearly saw us wiped from existence many times. That’s why things are different now. Leave the thinking to me, Devin, and just do what you’re told.”

“Yes, Lady Octavia! I’m sorry.”

She raised the folded fan, tucking it under Devin’s chin and lifting his face with it.

“I’m sure you are, but that’s not good enough. I think you need a reminder. And what better than a morning on the patio? The weather report says today is going to be a hot one! High UV index. Absolutely gorgeous! A rarity in this place, but well timed with your stupid fuckup.”

“No! Please, Mistress!!!”

POOMF

The point of Sadie’s leather boot leapt forward and blasted Devin’s dangling cock and balls. She followed it up with two more kicks to his groin that left his eyes wide and his mouth coughing and drooling.

The haughty woman smoothly tucked her fan away before pulling a ball-gag from the pocket of her dress and bringing it to Devin’s open mouth. She pushed the fat rubber ball between his lips and fastened the leather straps around his head with practiced ease.

She gave his short, brown hair a tug, pulling his head up with one hand and grabbing his chin with the other. Sadie stroked his well manicured goatee with her thumb. It was one of his better features. That and his normally unquestioning obedience.

“No more talking, slave. It’s time to reflect. Worry not! This is a punishment, not an execution. I’ll have you brought inside before noon. You’re just going to get a little tan. Enjoy the sunrise!”

Sadie stalked back to the manor without another word. Devin muttered into the gag and wrestled with his leather and metal bonds as he heard her heels clack into the distance.

The clanking of chains and the delicious stretching of leather made Sadie’s cock twitch as she reached for the door. Under normal circumstances, this could’ve been a fun morning for her head of security, but a good Mistress always put discipline before personal pleasure. Besides, there were so many other slaves to fuck.

Devin grunted. He endured his leather-wrapped stress position and slurped on the increasingly phlegmy gag filling his mouth. He was powerless to do anything but watch in horror as the yellow band in the sky expanded and the air steadily grew warmer.

Kayden’s eyes opened and he found himself in unfamiliar surroundings. His memory of the wild night with Cassandra flooded back as he lifted his head from the pillow and studied her well furnished bedroom. The walls and ceilings were painted white, yet the room was dark thanks to the heavy shades that blocked each window. Kayden could see edges of bright line around their periphery, but nothing more.

He turned to his left and was presented with the face of a slumbering angel. In addition to her jet black hair and pale skin, there was a new contrast to behold in awe. It seemed impossible that the sleeping beauty at his side was the same woman who’d been so fierce and demanding with him throughout the night.

Kayden had sought a true female dominant, a woman who would put him through his paces, and Cassandra had delivered in spades. The fact that she was hung like a porn star was the icing on the cake, though his ass was still paying the price for that. His well-ravaged hole still ached from the monstrous pounding he’d received.

He studied the mysterious Mistress Cassie as air whistled lightly in and out of her nose. Her chest rose and fell; ample C-cups creating two silky bumps from the below the bedding. It had all happened so fast. In truth, he knew little about the woman he’d just spent the night with.

Kayden hoped to learn more today, but if he was honest, Cassie could keep her secrets forever if she wanted. He was already crazy about her. The young man had never fallen for a woman so completely and so fast. There was just something about her. Her eyes, her scent, her ... everything. And that was on top of her sexual proclivities which seemed so perfectly aligned with his own. Kayden felt utterly helpless in her presence and he savored every drop of the sensation.

The short-haired blonde smiled. As happy as he’d be to study her all day, it was almost noon and he was starving. Kayden slipped out of the bed and stood; stretching his limbs and yawning. He reached for the shades and turned the long, thin pole hanging from the top. He meant to open them smoothly, but the device was more sensitive than he expected. The blinds flipped open and sunlight poured into the room. It bathed everything in bright white and yellow.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Cassandra cried out. She frantically pulled the covers over her head and turned away. “Close it! Close it now!!!”

Kayden looked bewildered. He chuckled and shrugged. “What’s the matter? You allergic to sunlight?”

“I’m photosensitive, you jerk! It hurts my eyes! Now CLOSE IT!”

“Oh, shit!” He turned back to the window and fumbled with the rod, turning it until the blinds re-shuttered. The gray half-darkness enveloped the room once again. “Sorry, I didn’t know.”

The blanket lowered and an unamused Cassandra reappeared. The naked young man standing at her bedside looked genuinely apologetic. “I suppose I’ll forgive you this time, after you pay some penance.”

“Penance?” he asked with a sheepish grin.

Cassandra sat up and leaned back against the headboard. She gestured to her lap. “Stretch out, right here.”

Kayden didn’t need to be told twice. He smiled as he slipped back onto the bed. His flaccid cock and balls dragged across the silky smooth duvet as he crawled across the expanse and set his midsection across Cassie’s lap gently. His head hung off the bed and his legs spread out behind him as Cassandra began rubbing and circling his bare ass with her right hand.

“Thirty spankings is fair, I think.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

She wasn’t gentle and Kayden was quickly reminded of all the impact his ass had suffered the night before. Cassie built upon the marks she’d left already. A lovely redness returned to his round cheeks in little time. Kayden bit his tongue and counted the thirty strokes silently. Her surprisingly strong blows and steel-like palm brought him close to crying out in pain instead of merely grunting.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Once the torrent of spanks ended, she resumed rubbing and groping his tenderized ass. Kayden hissed as her grip delivered a new dose of pain to his throbbing buttocks.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes, Mistress Cassie. Very much!” he answered truthfully, though his voice was anguished.

“Mmmmmm ... I’m glad to hear it. I think you have potential, Kayden.”

“Potential, Mistress?”

“Yes, potential to be my live-in submissive” she announced, releasing his ass reluctantly. “If that’s what you want.”

Kayden turned on his side and propped his head up on one shoulder. He looked up at the proud Domina, her eyes glimmering in the dark room. Her gaze lingered on him; a lioness studying her prey. Kayden suspected he’d soon be hers, but she hadn’t caught him yet.

“I mean, that sounds great, but what about the rest of my life?”

“What about it? Tell me about your life. You used to be a gymnast, right? Why aren’t you doing that anymore?”

He shrugged. “I was good, just not good enough for the Olympics. I went as far as I could before calling it quits. The injuries got old, too.”

“And what about the rest of your time in university?”

“I got a General Studies degree while playing sports. Which is why I do landscaping now.”

Cassie laughed. “I see. So what’s an average day like for post-college Kayden Forrester?”

“I mow lawns, trim hedges and fight off horny housewives. Sometimes I see a movie or grab beers with my friends to end the day. That’s about it.”

“Doesn’t sound like there’s much keeping you from being my full time bitch boy.”

“I still have bills to pay.”

“Let’s see ... You have an apartment. A car. Some miscellaneous expenses. That can’t be more than a few thousand a month, right?”

“Pretty much.”

“I’ll cover it. For as long as you choose to wear my collar.”

Kayden’s eyes practically bugged out of his head. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah” she answered nonchalantly and nodded in earnest.

He was dumbfounded. It couldn’t be that easy. He looked from side to side, re-examining her luxurious bedroom. Kayden had seen the rest of her condo on the way in last night. He felt almost stupid asking the question. “Are you rich or something?”

“Pretty much” she repeated his own words with a cheeky smile. “So, does this sound like something you’d like to try?”

“Hold on a minute” Kayden said, sitting up and shifting off her body. As enthusiastic as he was to submit to this gorgeous woman, she was moving a bit fast even for him. He crawled back to his side of the bed and stretched out. “Don’t I get to ask a few questions?”

Cassie folded her arms below her breasts, tightening the silk nightgown around her mounds. She resisted the urge to be pedantic and point out he’d just asked two in a row. “You may.”

“Tell me. What’s an average day like for Cassandra Winters?”

She smirked. “I work. I play. I study things that pique my interest.”

“Can you be a little more specific? Your work, for example?”

“I’m a trader. Stocks and other financial instruments.”

“Like a day trader?”

“No, I’m a value investor. I take the long view. Gambling is for fools.”

“What about your play? Do you mean hobbies, like sports?”

Cassie giggled. “No, silly. I’m talking about what we did last night. I enjoy attending fetish balls and sampling the finest S&M dungeons around the world. Believe it or not, we have an amazing one right here in Tumwater.”

“For real?” he asked in astonishment.

“Yes, but it’s an exclusive club that caters to a niche element of the lifestyle.”

“Wait a minute. Are you talking about that Scarlet place?”

“Yes, the Scarlet Sanctum.”

“I saw one of their flyers. Tried to talk my last girlfriend into checking it out. She wasn’t enthused.”

“It’s a fabulous dungeon. Many of their events are invite only. I’m friends with the owner.”

Kayden nodded. He recalled seeing blood play on her list of kinks. Now it made sense. She was probably into that kind of role play. It tracked with her overall look. She enjoyed the unholy, creature of the night aesthetic. Figures he would fall for a sadistic goth girl.

“I’ll admit, I’m intrigued. Last question. What is it you enjoy studying?”

“Aside from handsome men in bondage? Ancient history, pagan culture and the supernatural. That’s all I’ll say for now. Maybe if you stick around, you’ll learn more.”

The birthday-suited blonde grinned. What a fascinating woman had entered his orbit. Or rather, he’d fallen into her orbit. Cassie was the gravity well pulling him in. That much was undeniable. She’d baited the hook and Kayden knew he was going to bite. All that was left were the details.

“Alright. So what, specifically, are you proposing?”

“Total power exchange. You will live here as my willing slave. You will fix and bring my meals, do the housework and run my errands. You will dress how I tell you to. You will obey my every command and submit any time I demand, day or night.”

“Twenty four seven?”

“That’s right.”

“For how long?”

Cassie shrugged. “Could be a month. Could be a year. Could be the rest of your life or two days. It depends on how much we both like it. What we’re getting out of it. You may leave at any time. And if you do, I will continue to fund your expenses for six months while you decide what to do next.”

Kayden blushed. His heart pounded in his chest. His palms grew sweaty and his cock was quickly hardening to attention. To have such a well-heeled woman desire his companionship and submission to the point of making such an incredible offer ... It was a huge turn-on all by itself. Imagining how he might spend the next few days, months or years of his life, in bondage and servitude, was more than enough to turn his penis to fleshy steel.

Cassandra noticed his growing boner and laughed. “I hope you weren’t planning to bargain. Your body just gave you away.”

“I’m not sure you could make a better offer” he quipped back.

“Oh! Does that mean you agree to my terms? Say yes, Kayden. You obviously want to.”

“I do...” he admitted. “But, I have one stipulation.”

Cassandra’s cheerful expression fell away. She didn’t like conditions, but she would hear him out. “What is it?”

“Once a week, I want to be free to hang with my friends. Just for a few hours. That’s all I need. The rest of the time, I’m all yours.”

“Done.”

She would’ve let him do it anyway, for however much longer he desired. Cassie knew from experience that wouldn’t be long. The deeper she dug her claws in, the less Kayden would want to leave her side. For those who developed a bond with a Chosen, being apart was painful.

“I guess that settles it. Does this start today?”

“It starts right now.”

Kayden lifted his hand to his chest and offered a little bow. “What’s the first order of business today, Mistress?”

“Breakfast” she stated flatly.

His stomach winced at the mere mention of food. “Great! I’m starving. What are we having?”

Cassandra pointed to her crotch. A large bump in the silky covers revealed just how large her erection had grown. The huge bulge put Kayden’s jutting pecker to shame.

“This is what you’re having before you get anything else. You’ll be having it every morning from now on.”

Kayden smirked. He should’ve guessed. “Yes, Mistress” he responded before lifting the covers and disappearing below the thick duvet.

Cassie slid back down into the bed and pulled her nightgown up around her hips. She sighed in contentment as Kayden made his way to her meaty schlong and sucked the tip into his mouth. Her rod was pulsating with heat and musk as he pressed his lips down her fat length and sucked in as much as he could in one go.

The young man took hold of her thighs as he fellated her hefty cock in earnest. He hadn’t asked permission to touch her legs, but Cassandra would overlook it for now. Kayden needed so much training and she would happily transform him into the best version of his submissive self.

Besides, she could easily punish him for the indiscretion later when they made their first trip downstairs. In their first night together, they hadn’t even visited her own little personal dungeon in the basement. This filthy slut had no idea how much trouble he was in. She would introduce him to some of her favorite toys before picking out his first collar.

Cassie’s head pressed back into the pillow, moaning as Kayden’s soft tongue and warm, moist cheeks bathed her cock in exquisite, wet tightness. She reached down and took his head in both hands, guiding his mouth down her cock as the eager bitch boy slurped on her obediently. She dug her fingers into his blonde locks, tugging on his head and urging him to take her deeper.

“Ohhhhhh! YES!!!”

Finally, no more going to the Sanctum every day or driving to Olympia just to get her needs met. She would mold Kayden into a world class cock sucker and butt slut for home use. Thorough and frequent home use. If that’s all that came of it, it was worth the effort and expense.

What remained to be seen is if their relationship would blossom into something deeper or remain purely physical. Domination, submission and lust were heavenly. To be an eager sex slave and willing blood bag were the finest possible qualities in a female Chosen’s partner. But she wanted more.

Cassandra couldn’t know for sure, but this new beginning felt like something special. Only time would tell. For now, at least, lust would be more than enough.

Tristan was watching the big screen thoughtfully as Lady Octavia strode back into their private parlor. The Sanctum had many such rooms, but this one was exclusively for Sadie and her favorite pets. They had access to all the cameras throughout the manor, of which there were many, visible and hidden. Their dual purpose was for security and enjoying a little voyeurism. Sadie and Tristan could witness whatever perversions were occurring throughout the estate while enjoying a rut, a meal, or simply resting in the lap of luxury.

The rubber of Sadie’s bright red bodysuit creaked and meshed as she stalked into the cool room. The latex hugged her curves exquisitely, covering her body from her neck to the bottoms of her calves. She was almost as covered in the restrictive cling of rubber as her prize slut. She eyed her glossy black bottom bitch as she crossed to the bar. Tristan was observing one of the dungeon cells on the entertainment center’s massive monitor.

He watched a young woman stalk back and forth in her small holding room. Tristan couldn’t tell if she was more angry or afraid. The woman looked almost delirious; on the edge of mental breakdown. And yet, there was something stunning about her. Supple, dark skin. Thick, luscious hair. A lovely figure. She was a flower in her youth.

“She’s quite pretty. Are you planning to keep her?”

“I haven’t decided yet” Sadie answered as she poured herself a drink. The amber tinted spirits flowed from a crystal decanter into the shimmering wine glass. “We’ll see how she handles the next couple days.”

Tristan nodded. He thought to ask about the girl’s comrade, the other hunter, but held his tongue. He knew his Mistress well. She’d already planned a proper course of action. Bringing it up would only bore her.

“How’s Devin doing?”

“He’s recovering” she said before taking a long sip of her bubbly. “He can take a few days off and think about what I said.”

“Do you think he’ll harbor a grudge?”

“If I detect even a hint of defiance, I’ll strap him down and fuck him until the condom breaks. Leave him a mundane mess for his trouble. He can go back to being a pleasure slave.”

“Are you sure he wouldn’t enjoy that?”

Sadie chuckled, but ultimately ignored the question. Her gaze fixed on Tristan as he continued to watch the young woman in her cell. The matriarch’s expression grew annoyed. “Tristan, I went to all this trouble and you haven’t even looked my way.”

The gimp-suited slave snapped out of his musings. He turned to see his gorgeous Goddess downing the last of her wine. Her ample curves were outlined in lustrous, shiny red. Sadie’s dark hair was pulled back into an elegant bun behind her head. She wasn’t wearing stilettos or heels of any kind. Her matching red rubber boots were flat bottomed. Tristan smiled. He knew exactly what that meant.

“You look amazing, my love. A peerless beauty beyond measure.”

Sadie smiled back and the curve of her lips betrayed romantic sentiment. She was a Domme to the core, but she still loved compliments. Flattery would get you everywhere with her.

She turned, set her glass on the bar and stalked back toward her submissive. She stopped after a few paces and put her hands on her wide hips. “I’m feeling primal today. I want you to resist me. As much as you’re able.”

Tristan took a few steps forward, his smile widening into a grin. The thick, black latex stretched around his broad, medium-build frame. His sparkling blue eyes peered through the holes in his bondage hood. He stood at attention, tucking his arms behind his back and clasping his hands together.

Studying the stunning Domina up and down, he noticed her arousal growing quickly. Her nipples were jutting dents in the latex of her costume. She wasn’t even close to fully erect, but the bulge at her crotch was clearly visible. Her shaft stretched down into the pocket of her rubber-clad thigh.

“It will be my pleasure, Mistress.”

She stalked forward eagerly and embraced the statuesque gimp. They entered a deep tongue kiss and Sadie assaulted his mouth with diving tongue and nibbling teeth. She groped him all over; caressing his still-strong arms and ample ass. She pressed her rubber breasts and wide hips on him firmly.

Tristan enjoyed the kiss and her aggressive attentions for long moments before giving his Goddess what she wanted. He unclasped his hands, reached forward and shoved her away harshly. Their sudden separation raked her teeth over his tongue and lips, drawing a thin trail of blood. Every time they did this, her reaction was the same. Even though she knew it was coming, she looked shocked, annoyed and at the same time, giddy with lust.

She leapt forward and grabbed his arms with both hands, pressing her lips to his once more. She savored the taste of blood as she dove back into his mouth, holding his arms firmly at his sides. Tristan let her enjoy the sensation for a few moments before summoning all his strength and pushing her away again. The rubber-clad vixen fell back a few steps. Her eyes were locked on his, burning with obsession.

This time she darted forward with incredible speed and took hold of the leather harness around his torso. She heaved him forward, guiding her stumbling bitch boy until she rammed him into one of the chairs at the side of the bar. Sadie increased the pressure, pushing him harder until he was forced, face-first, into the counter. With one arm she turned him over and held him down, locking one of his arms against the surface.

SMACK SMACK

Her free hand flashed out and struck him across the face twice in quick succession. Tristan’s latex hood did little to soften the brutal sting. Her blows were followed up by a wet splatter as Sadie spit a wad of phlegm into his eyes and nose.

“Fucking slut! Be a good boy and submit!!!”

Tristan pushed on her midsection with his free hand. He flexed his legs and tried to free himself from between her powerful thighs, but it was useless. Her well sculpted legs were like columns of marble.