Chapter 15
The Rotunda was a grand circular room used for large meetings or very public training exercises. Its golden dome rose fifty feet off the wooden parquet floor. Tonight a tight arch of seats circled a raised stage; it was more like an altar, with its large chair and raised padded platform. Each of the Dominates sat in the circle facing the center and was flanked by submissives anxious to see why such a fuss was being made about a new slave. Normally initiation ceremonies were not held in such a public manner and were never attended by the heads of the six Lovecraft Manors. The entire night had the charged atmosphere of a prize fight.
Bernadette sat in the throne-like chair in the center of the stage and watched as the four women who had been tending to Mindy for the last several hours brought the terrified woman though the circle of Dominates. Symbolically, each of the four held onto the elongated leash as Mindy crawled on all fours to her loving Mistress; representing the giving of a submissive by the collective to a single dominate woman. It was carried out much in the way human sacrifices were centuries ago; when a virgin would be brought to the high priestess on the shoulders of an entire village.
Mindy had been bathed meticulously in exotic salts; she was shorn of all body hair and had been massaged with fragrant oils. Once the oils had worked there way into her pale skin, she was fitted with her "Bitch Suit". Each slave begins her training wearing a suit designed to undeniably erase her former identity. The skin tight outfits, most often are designed to appear animal-like. They are slid over the oiled skin, and once on make the new slave look an animal they are familiar with; in America they are fashioned to look like a Puppy, Cow, Kitten, Bunny, Piggy, Pony or some other easily identifiable animal. In Asian countries it is not uncommon to see Tigers or Pandas, in Africa; Lions or Monkeys. Bernadette had ordered for Mindy a spotted Bitch Suit designed to look like the Dalmatians she had grown up with as a girl. She thrilled at the result; Mindy's long sleek frame looked devastatingly beautiful in the shinny latex outfit. Holes were cut from the chest of the Suit to expose the girls 'Udders;' Mindy's nipples shown with boastful pride and adorned with cow bell clamps that jangled as she walked. The sight was too much for Bernadette as her sex began to churn with the anticipation of what was to come. Holes are specially stitched to provide easy access to the slave's sex and anal port. This is not only for training purposes, but also for hygienic reasons. Mindy entered the circle on all fours; her bondage apparatuses returned to restrict her movements; and she was led triumphantly through a sea of women to the glowing visage of Bernadette Adams.
Mindy saw that all the Dominates were wearing black outfits and each wore a necklace containing a medallion embossed with a symbol representing their own particular specialty within the erotic arts. The submissives were all naked and kept on leashes, each attentive to their Mistress needs, while still facing the spectacle in front of them. As Mindy entered the inner circle she saw the six women from her office sitting in a row inside the circle facing the stage. Each of the women wore brightly colored clothing representative of their Manors of origin. Mindy recognized them immediately and another tumbler fell into place. The nervous girl noticed in particular the tall black woman that had been sitting at her desk just the other morning, the one who appeared to pay special attention to her as she sat across from her boss that day. She once again seemed to have a different look than the other women; one more defiant, with a hunger in her eyes that the others didn't possess. Mindy again felt uneasy by the stares of all six.
Bernadette stood up, her floor length white robe shimmering as the four Dominates delivered her pet. She looked down and squeezed her full breasts in a triumphant gesture of dominance as she looked at the kneeling woman. This was not a time to show any weakness; it would be a mistake to be seen by anyone in this room as being anything less than the supreme Dominate, and she intended to play that role to the hilt. The magnificent woman addressed the gathering.
"It is time now slave to assume the role for which you were born. You have been selected by this gathering and by me personally to assume the role of a slave. The choices you have made throughout your life led you to my feet here tonight. There are no accidents slaves; you are meant for a life of servitude, and your submission will now begin. Do you have anything you wish to say in your last moment of freedom?"
Looking up at her Mistress, Mindy felt calm wash in over her. All the inner turmoil she had felt seemed to have vanished. She knelt at the feet of a Goddess and this was the only vantage point she wished to enjoy. No longer would there be lingering doubts in her mind about the direction of her life. Gone was the gnawing pain of unrealized desires and repressed dreams. She was now about to begin discovering her true nature and of this she had no doubt.
"I understand now that the failings of my life were proof I existed in a world which I was not meant for and I turn over the care of my body and the direction of my future to my Mistress; to whom I pledge my undying devotion and endless servitude."
The words dripped off Slave M's tongue like honey. They hung in the air to be licked up by all who wished to hear them. The words were spoken into the vast expanses of her Mistress deep blue stare and seemed to be a declaration of love to her as much as it was an intent for her own bondage.
"It is time then for a final demonstration of your willingness to enter your life of slavery. You will now be 'Tailed.' A symbol of your position in our society, an offering of your body which will remain affixed until your Mistress determines it shall be removed."
She turned to one of the four women. "Give me her tail."
The woman brought to Bernadette the box that Slave M had been given by Cherie as she left the Cocoon. In the long drawers in the wall there was an array of tails; these are thick anal leashes which fit into the anal ports snuggly, forming a tight seal which cannot be removed without the aid of a Mistress. To the anal plug is attached a long mane of hair. The hair is often matched to the natural hair color of the slave, unless desired otherwise by the Mistress. The chubby store clerk has an uncanny ability to match the personality of the girl with style of a corresponding bondage tail; it is the real reason she keeps her position at the Cocoon. The tail chosen for Slave M was crafted from the hair of Nordic beauties; a shimmering blonde tail adorned with colorful beads of gold and jasmine. Interlaced within the blonde hair was an almost indescribable color of darker hair. As Slave M looked in nervous anticipation at the tail and the large anal plug she squinted and recognized the interwoven hair of the tail. She wasn't sure at first, but the barely discernible smile of her Mistress told her that it was true. Her Mistress had donated her own hair for the making of her tail; a gesture never before seen at Lovecraft, and it's importance - once known- would be lost to no one.
"Bow at my feet, slave." The majestic Goddess intoned. "Present to me the Port which was placed in you for my pleasure. Give to me what is now mine, slave."
Mindy mimicked the position she had taken in the Cocoon. She pressed her face to the stage; making sure to flatten her chest and arching her back.
"Slave, open yourself to me!"
All that Slave M could think of doing was reach behind her with her shiny leather mittens and spread open the globes of her bottom; offering up in full submission her most intimate hole. Her anal port had been lubricated and as her Mistress looked down she saw the wrinkled eye of her bottom open and close as if to wink a hello to her.
Mistress took the tail from the box and showed it around the room to the riveted crowd. She took special care to make sure that Makeda saw every detail of the opulent device.
"Prepare yourself, slave, to accept the life you have chosen. Thank me, as I invade the very core of you, which I now own."
Mistress held the heavy anal plug in her hand. It was a blunt plug, hand-carved out of ivory, and had been passed down through generations within the Adams family. It seemed only fitting that Bernadette now used it on her intended love. The plug widened quickly to the width of a modern soda bottle. It was carved with little nodules and ridges that would act as anchors inside the slave's anal passage and prohibit her from taking it out without her aid.
She leaned down and hissed into her slave's ear in a hushed tone only the two of them could hear.
"You are mine now. You are going to take all I give you without complaint or suffering. You are going to prove your worth by swallowing your pain."
Mindy breathed deeply and readied herself; she wanted nothing more than to make her Mistress proud. She felt the cool end of the ivory phallus press into her tight hole; quickly it exceeded the width of the metallic cock she had suffered through at the hands of Cherie. Her anal port stretched easily to accommodate the girth, but her sphincter suffered greatly. Mistress pressed the tail into her slave with steady persistent force. She recognized immediately the distress Mindy was experiencing and found a perverse satisfaction in it. Her inner fire was fueled by the pathetic whimpers the girl unsuccessfully tried to hold in and gushed as she saw her ring once again turn a painful white as it afforded the bulk of the merciless intruder.
"Take it, slave, thank your Mistress. Come on, Thank me slave!"
"Thank you, Mistress! Thank you for my tail... uggghhhhhh..."
Slave M's words trailed off into anguish, which caused a collective gasp from the room of Dominates. Some became so enthralled with the proceedings they used the mouths of their submissives to quench their needs. Throughout the room the slurping and sucking sounds of slaves orally gratifying their Mistresses filled the room. It had a chain reaction effect amongst the agitated women and soon became a vortex of prurient desires. The more the slaves serviced their Mistresses, the more they wished to require of them. The communal raising of sexual desire and need continued unabated for several more minutes as they watched the tailing of the new slave.
"Yes, you are at the apex of the tail, slave... cry out! Cry out in your need for your tail."
Slave M wanted to show her inner strength, she held back her desire to wail. The white hot pain was cresting through her body like a wave across a beach. She knew if she could suffer this, she would earn respect from those around her; and she did.
Mistress reached inside her robe and nurtured her arousal, finally acknowledging a growing appendage that rose at the top of her sex. The Goddess had an extraordinary clitoris. It hung down like a finger between her fleshy folds. It felt angry and would soon reveal its power to the room of panting women.
Mindy felt a pop as her asshole began to close over the outer edge of the ivory plug. The mixture of hair in her tail symbolically fused the two women together; binding them to a lifetime of shared passion. She felt as if her ass were hungry and devouring her tail; feeding on the gift from her Mistress. She felt as if she had passed a test. Unable to speak, the creation of sound was too much for her body to muster. She groaned and whimpered as the burn in her ass was beginning to dissipate and started to feel like little needle pricks. The pain was now throbbing; it was no longer sharp. Soon the pain would leave her all together, and she would learn to love her tail. It would become a symbol of her love for her mistress. Indeed, she would feel naked and empty without it.
"Witness all, the slave is tailed. She will remain our slave and is now worthy of the instruction and guidance of women meant to show her the joys of servitude and reveal her true nature.
The Mistress thundered on her proclamations; her words carefully chosen and skillfully delivered. It had a hypnotic effect on the room and she reveled in her power over them. Mistress couldn't help but look at Mekeda and smile with satisfaction. She saw on the woman a gaze most unusual in a subordinate. The intense look Mekeda gave her was unflinching; it appeared a direct challenge. If they had been wild dogs, there would have been a fight to the death.
Typically this is where initiation ceremonies would end. The tailing of a new slave is the culmination of a lengthy transformation of naturally submissive women into slaves. Mistress Bernadette looked around the circle; none of the Dominates had yet made an effort to leave. Each of them was indulging in lascivious acts of pleasure with one or more submissive, obviously taken by the energy of tonight's events. There was a lingering sense that the initiation was not yet over.
The six Manor Mistresses were offering their services to one another. There was no hierarchy between these women. Each had lofty titles and earned respect within the slave trade world over. They rubbed each other's cunts and caressed each other's breasts more as lovers would. Each of them had rights to any woman in the room, except for Mistress Bernadette. For now they enjoyed their own company; which was something they did on the rare occasion they were all together; each grinding and slathering on one another. Each caught up in the moment and luxuriating in the fever pitch of sexuality that permeated the room, all but one that is. Mekeda sat still in her seat; never touching herself or any of her compatriots, she leveled a glare across the stage at Bernadette Adams that let her know this was not over; not by a long chalk.
Mistress Bernadette continued in an unnerving manner. She was calm as everyone else was ragged with desire. She controlled her sexuality and wielded it like swordsman wields her saber, she orchestrated everyone's orgasms from the stage like a sexual maestro. She intended to tangle bliss in front of everyone, then take it away again. She was playing the room with a skill the likes of which no one had ever seen. It was like watching a much heralded, but never before heard musician take the stage; and then far surpass everyone's expectations. None of the women present in the room had ever witnessed Mistress Bernadette's sexuality first hand; it was only spoken of in allegory and rumored about within the trade. Everyone was caught up in the spectacle; everyone, that is, but Makeda.
It was time for Bernadette Adam's to take ownership of this night. It was hers; she would not allow anyone to take it from her. This was the night she had waited for over years of patient planning. A night that required she leave no doubt as to her superiority among the women of this room; nay, the women of the world! She had never had to take so bold a stance before, but she would not let her one chance at love slip away to the hand of another.
She took her newly tailed slave by her leash and led her to the large padded platform in the middle of the stage. For all intents and purposes it acted as a bed; it was a ten foot square platform topped with a luxurious white padded cushion. All eyes of the room watched as she led her slave onto it; wrenching the poor slave's neck in a show of power, eliciting a quick yelp of discomfort from her.
"Kneel, Slave!"
Slave M rose on her knees and held her hands up near her shoulders in a submissive begging position. Her new tail dangled down the back of her thighs and flowed out in all its beauty along the bed. She faced her Mistress and looked up at her with anticipation. She felt the electricity in the room; but missed much of the symbolism of the night. She had not been a part of this world long enough to understand.
Mistress held her leash firmly, causing her head to cock as she salivated with an open mouth.
"You are going to service me, slave. I am going to use your mouth for my pleasure. You will continue to provide to me your eager mouth until I have had my fill of you. You may not stop, slave; you will worship my body fully. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, I understand. My mouth exists for you, and only you."
"Yes, that's right... now bring me your slave mouth." With that, Mistress Bernadette removed her white satin robe and revealed her magnificence to the room. There was an audible gasp as the silent room gazed at the legendary body of their Mistress. Her breasts were full and perfectly shaped; blessed by God with identical size and contour. Her age had not yet robbed them of their firmness; her nipples were dark and fully erect. Mindy saw they were not as long as hers; however her areolas were much wider, perfectly framing the pencil size nodes. Her body was not sculpted; it had a sense of being voluptuous without being paunchy, the sort of body that used to be celebrated in works of art. Her hips gave way to a gloriously full matt of dark pubic hair. It was rich and full and clung to her labia which were wetted with excitement. Hanging down at the crest of her vagina was a thick throbbing clitoris that extended like the index finger of an adolescent child. The tip of her clit had the faint line of a ridge, almost giving her appendage the appearance of a cock. Mistress Bernadette was all woman, and it was time to prove it!
The room was soon flush with the sounds of busied mouths and violated holes. The wet sound of sex was like a symphony and it echoed throughout the domed chamber; slave on Mistress, Mistress aiding Mistress, slaves stealing pleasure from one another. To call the event an orgy, would be to call World War II a conflict.
"Open your mouth, slave, and begin your life of servitude." Mistress Bernadette spread open her outer labia and exposed the dripping inner lips to her slave; she wanted her to see her full glory, keeping her sex just out of reach of her salivating mouth. She then lifted on her toes and clutched the straining girl by the ears and pulled her hungry slave mouth to her sodden cunt. "Ohhh YESSS! That it. Worship me. Eat my cunt with your hungry slave mouth. Use your tongue now. Yes, like that, dip it deeply into my cunt and eat all that I give you. Never stop, Damn You... Never Fucking Stop!"
The lust filled woman was jockeying for position; moving higher on her face, attempting to gain firmer purchase on her mouth. She strived to lower herself directly over the strained face of her devoted slave. "Stay still, slave, let your Mistress ride your face. Yes, that's it, lick me deeper. Fuck! Just like that." Her fully engorged organ was now slapping her slave about the face and nose as she increased her tempo; smearing her cunt oil from chin for forehead.
Mindy struggled to keep up with the demanding woman. She wanted to keep up with her movement, but was not skilled enough yet to do so. At times if felt like her Mistress was merely masturbating herself along the contour of her face; again and again her mouth filled with the tangy cunt soup of her relentless domina. She had tried a lifetime to imaginewhat it would be like to eat pussy; she imagined the texture of the fluid, the flavor, and amount. But nothing could have prepared her from the thorough fucking she was getting from this oversexed woman. Her jaw began to ache as the minutes wore on. She strained to keep her tongue moving; and every time she slowed down, her Mistress would give her a harsh reminder to continue, by wrenching the poor girl's ears to the point she thought they would be torn off.
At one point Mistress Bernadette scanned the heads of the six Lovecraft Manors; only to see them all in various configurations of copulation. These were Cuntsmiths of the highest order; and the privilege of watching them alone in heated sex would have been a once in lifetime experience. But their torrid sex only added to the overheated edge of the moment. It was clear the room had just about hit its moment of exhilaration; it only needed permission from their collective Mistress to release in a unity of orgasm. No one dared achieve pleasure before their Mistress Bernadette. The pitch of the room took its final climb; all but the glaring ebony snake Mekeda, who declared her defiance of her Mistress with her eyes.
Mistress Bernadette rode the wave of pleasure as far as she could; spewing out an endless stream of obscene demands to her slave. Her words stung with their intonation and perverse tone. "Oh, fuck, Fuck, FUCK! YES, EAT ME, SLAVE WHORE! YES, SUCK ME, SUCK MY CLIT! I'M GOING TO FEED YOU...
YES, YES, YES! OH, CHRIST! CONSUME MEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Her body succumbed to years of pent up demands. Never before had she performed in such a raw and base manner within such a large group. Her body found a plateau she never knew existed and she released a scalding hot flood of syrupy cum down the girl's throat. Her body pumped stream after stream of gushing cum into her slave's stunned mouth; her Mistress held her mouth tightly to her exploding sex and her bobbing throat struggled to keep up with the volume. The Mistress looked at the scene of obscenity she had caused through hooded eyes; nearly a hundred women dealt with the burden of their sexual crises at precisely the same moment. The communal sound of orgasm was deafening as it echoed through the chamber. Literally gallons of cum exploded from squelching cunts into the mouths and faces of women scattered throughout the grand room. The floor became slick with the milky flood of female cum. Everyone in the room was simultaneously achieving multiple orgasms. The sound of slapping, the cries of pain, the cacophony of perversion and elation sung to the heavens with a sound never before made.
Panting and the remnants of sexual conquest continued for 15 minutes or more; the entire room was in a state of shock at what they had just collectively experienced. Slowly the room began to quiet; no one quite sure what was going to happen next. Mistress Bernadette, herself shaken by the calamity of her own orgasm, stared down at her new slave and couldn't help but swell with pride at the sight of her devoted slave busying herself with the job of cleaning her leather mittens with her mouth, and mopping the floor with her eager tongue at any drops that escaped during the pandemonium of orgasm. Mistress scanned the room of sexual wreckage and watched submissives untangling themselves from under their Mistresses; each helping another up and tending to wound from an overly aggressive Mistress. She scanned the six women who seemed less shaken than the rest of the room, but still needed time to regain composure. She saw Mekeda's stare had not changed during the entire time. Her clothes were still perfectly pressed and devoid of any wrinkles or fluid. The room hushed as if waiting for her, their Mistress, to dismiss them.
Bernadette Adams placed her hand on her slave's head and gently guided her down to the floor; she laid her down flat on her back and stood over the girl with her feet straddling her shoulders, a triumphant stance of superiority; standing like a lioness over fallen prey. She looked out at the room as if to give them a final lesson in domination.
"Each of you is here tonight because you were meant to be here. You were all drawn to me at different times in your life and for different reasons. The reasons you are here are no longer important. What is important is that you have just bared witness to what is possible in a world where women are free to find their true nature; you each have seen what we are capable of when we are freed from the shackles of societies not brave enough to celebrate true freedom. Let this be a battle cry to the rest of the world. My sisters, go out now, and spread the truth of what we are capable of. Let no one misunderstand the power women have over our world. We hold the key to salvation; through the sheer will of determination and the conviction of our beliefs."
The room broke out in deafening applause; all the women, for a moment equal sisters, celebrating the beauty of their female sexuality. Bernadette Adams wanted to leave no doubt in the room - and especially to Makeda- that she would not be denied her one chance to love. She took the final step to claim her prize. Through the thunderous applause, whistles and cat calls, she beamed down at her loving slave and mouthed the word "Open." Mindy thought back to the first thing she saw when she entered this magical place; she pictured the fountain and knew what was to come. She opened her mouth just in time for her loving Mistress to release her golden nectar into her wanting mouth. The room instantly quieted and all that could be heard was the sound of a loving slave consuming a most sacred gift from her Mistress.
Mistress Bernadette had won the hearts and minds of every woman in the room, but one; and to her, she had just made a sworn enemy.
*** If you have read this far; I want to thank you for taking the time. It was a challenge to write this story, and I hope that you enjoyed it.. The door is open for a follow up, but for now, I will rest my weary fingers. Your thoughts and comments are welcome; the dialog with readers makes this process more enjoyable, so please write me if you have any interest. ~ ArteMiss quiet_writer@yahoo.com