The limo had pulled up to an abandoned-looking warehouse. A faded sign from many Halloweens ago said, "HAUNTED HOUSE." Just like Susan, Dani thought. The rest of the group from the limo were chattering excitedly among themselves. The door opened and Steven ushered the seven people in. The building’s nondescript exterior hid a spacious reception room, complete with bar and a gracious buffet. Two more limousines arrived and Dani breathed a little easier when Tricia and Vicki came in. Vicki, a fairly tall brunette, had a date, but Tricia, a zaftig blonde, did not. "Hi Dani," Tricia said. "Is this your first party?" Danielle nodded and tried to find out exactly what was going to happen, but both coven members were evasive.
A door at the back of the reception room opened. "Ladies and gentlemen and pets, please take your seats," Steven announced. Pets? I suppose Kevin is my pet, but not everybody here has the power… Dani’s confusion was displaced by shock when she entered the next room. It was like Susan’s dungeon, only much larger. She was trapped with over twenty strangers in a bondage dungeon. Lewis, Mistress Susan’s other slave, was standing in front of the "audience." Dani selected a sofa for her and Kevin, wondering what was going to happen.
Lewis announced the "Sixth Annual Ball of Sin," and a hush of eager anticipation fell over the crowd. Danielle’s jaw dropped when two men, one in leather, the other in loose-fitting black clothes, lead a naked Heather, Tricia’s twin, onto the "stage." They fastened her arms to some sort of device and her legs to a spreader bar. She couldn’t believe that Heather allowed the men to restrain her without protest. She had the power, why wasn’t she using it? Where was her sister? One of the men selected a riding crop while the other stood in front of the girl, whose back was to the assembled group.
The man facing Heather spoke with authority, while the second man caressed the blonde with the crop. "You understand what you are to do." Heather softly murmured her acquiescence, and called the man "master." Dani was very confused now. Her confusion grew extremely dense when the man with the crop snapped it across the blonde initiate’s back. The only sound that came from Heather was a quiet, "One. Thank you, master." The man with the crop resumed his soft brushing of Heather’s back. The crowd was quiet.
A second blow came from out of nowhere, and Heather responded as before, with a quiet, "Two. Thank you, master." At the count of ten, the crowd started murmuring, then made scattered applause when it reached fifteen. Dani could see the welts forming, and it was making her nervous. She actively scanned the room for Tricia, but the twin was not in evidence. She pulled forcefully on Kevin’s "leash", commanding him to remain and act attentive. She headed for the bathroom, but found Tricia first, alone in the reception room, having some hors d’oeuvres.
"Your sister’s in there being whipped!" Dani exclaimed.
Tricia looked bored. "Did the little femme last more than ten?" More applause came from the other room, and a visibly excited woman shot out of the door, heading straight to the bathroom. Tricia said, "Oh, my! I guess I’d better go see!" She pivoted, quickly going back in the "theater." Danielle followed her, hoping to be of some help in rescuing the manacled coven member.
"T-t-twenty," Heather weakly gasped, "t-t-two. Th-thank… you… master." Although there was a low buzz of excitement in the room, the suspended woman’s gasp was clearly audible. The weals on her back, ass, and legs were evident. She was sweating profusely, and there was no sign of tension in her body. Had Heather not been supported by the array of chains and bars, she would have been lying slack on the floor. Danielle held her tongue, despite her every urge to do something. Tricia had returned to her previous seat and was just quietly watching. The man with the crop had been teasing her, extending his reach to her thighs and cunt. His hand drew back again, deliberately, and hovered in the air for an eternity. "Master," Heather gulped. "P-p-paycheck," she sighed. The poised crop was lowered, and its wielder moved off-stage.
The remaining man said, "Excellent. I shall now please you, for your service has pleased me." He knelt in front of Heather and buried his face between her spread legs. Her reaction was instantaneous. Heather’s body jerked as if she were being electrocuted, and she screamed powerfully, belying the completely drained air she had possessed not more than a few seconds ago. Danielle had returned to her seat next to the enslaved Kevin. Her long-delayed trip to the bathroom was forgotten as the man who had commanded Heather’s flogging made oral amends. Dani watched as the man’s obvious skill at eating pussy sent the blonde-haired coven member to another plane. She wanted to extinguish the tingle and heat that was growing within her own body, but couldn’t bring herself to stop watching. A soft squeak came from her side, and Danielle noticed the woman sitting next to her for the first time that night. She was simply… stunningly beautiful. Long, thick blonde hair and a face that was contorted with lust were all that Dani cared about while the woman furiously masturbated to climax. Danielle felt much hotter as the scene taking place next to her took precedence over Heather’s predicament. She finally forced her attention back to the stage. Her neighbor emitted a soft groan a couple of minutes later. Shortly thereafter, the house lights came up and much of the crowd stood up, applauding as a limp Heather was gently removed from her bonds by two able-bodied men and carried off-stage.
"Master Anateus," Lewis’ voice boomed, and the man bowed. Heather’s pussy juice glistened on his face. "Master of the whip—The Jockey." The applause grew louder as the flogger came out and took his bow. "Ladies and gentlemen—Slave Heather!!!" The room went wild for the no-longer present girl. "There will be an intermission of twenty minutes before the next act," Lewis announced. Everybody began to leave the room, so Dani followed suit, commanding Kevin to come along.
Smoke rose in the reception room, but Dani had to head for the ladies’ lounge first. As she sat in the stall, she could hear the excited chatter of other women in the room. Two of them had been quite—aroused—by the just-concluded scene and were speculating on the next one. One woman remarked that she had been tempted to "ease her discomfort," but wanted to wait for the orgy. Danielle thought about the beautiful blonde that had been seated next to her. She shook her head violently, shattering the image of the young woman’s orgasm in a hail of kaleidoscopic lights. Returning to her still-spellbound love slave, she removed a cigarette, and made him quietly say, "I… live… to serve… my… mistress." At least that made her clit pulse without Andy around.
"Excuse me, but may I have a light?" Dani’s brief self-absorption ended. She turned and looked directly into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. It was the woman that had been sitting next to her. God, her eyes are incredibly blue… The woman added with embarrassment, "Oh, I’m sorry, my name is Leslie Woodbury." There was a definite British accent to the voice.
Dani finally gathered enough wits to introduce herself. "Hi. I’m Danielle." She paused, remembering the original request. "Kevin, give Leslie a light."
"Yes… mistress," came the distant reply. OH SHIT! I forgot he’s still hypnotized oh no…
"Quite a handsome slave you have," Leslie said. Dani relaxed, relieved that her neighbor hadn’t noticed the nature of Kevin’s condition. All the same, she loosened her magical hold on him. She and Leslie exchanged conversation during the break until Lewis announced that the second act was about to begin. The reception room quickly emptied.
A tall, thin woman came on-stage, wearing gloves, crotchless panties and thigh boots. Lewis led two bound males in and fastened them to the wall. Danielle saw that they were gagged as well. The thought of something being in store for the men that required their forced silence made her a little ill. She watched anyway, out of morbid curiosity, while the woman teased and tortured both men. The room was completely quiet, except for the rustlings of motion from the stage area and crowd. After what seemed like hours, the woman began to masturbate both men vigorously for another eternity. Danielle instinctively moved back in her seat. The men’s cocks twitched and pulsed but… nothing else happened. The slender woman turned to face the audience, then dramatically spread her hands to indicate the men. The audience cheered, buzzing with excitement at her complete control of the two slaves. She clapped her hands sharply. Once… Twice… At the third one, both men came, shooting stream after stream of hot cum.
Dani got very dizzy at the sight; her clit throbbed angrily. She lurched against Leslie, who didn’t even notice. Dani took some deep breaths, forcing her thoughts away from the twin ejaculations. She dared to look when the crowd started applauding again. "Mistress Dominique and slaves—" Mistress Dominique whispered something to Lewis. "—Slaves Michael and Kenneth. The mistress has given them names with tonight’s performance," the big man announced. The crowd went crazy, hooting and cheering, men and women. Another intermission was announced and Dani virtually fled the room with Kevin in tow. She had started to have flashbacks from episodes with Steven and Andy. Kevin or somebody was going to be calling her "mistress" tonight.
Leslie joined her in the lobby. Dani welcomed the company, to get her mind off the excitement she was feeling from the last scene. As they were chatting, a male voice behind her said, "Hello, Leslie. It’s been a long time." Her newfound companion excused herself, and turned to speak to the person Dani couldn’t see.
"Hello, Robert. It has been. How have you been these past years?" Leslie coolly replied. Dani couldn’t determine whether the tone was British reserve or dislike.
Dani turned to look at the man. She guessed he was in his mid-thirties, and he was very handsome. Athletic-looking, without being muscle-bound, and vaguely familiar. "I got divorced—but Sara and I are still friends, with one beautiful princess of a daughter. Robin’s growing to be quite a pretty young girl," he replied. "And yourself? I’m a little surprised to see you here on this side of the Atlantic."
Leslie quickly answered, "I’m here at Susan’s invitation. We’ve become very good friends over the Internet. Robert," she said, her voice becoming gentle, "I’ve changed." Dani looked very confused, sensing that she was in the middle of a complicated history. Leslie noticed. "Robert," she gaily said, "I’d like you to meet Danielle. Her pet is over by the buffet table at the moment."
"Hello, Danielle, I’m pleased to meet you." He shook her hand, and Dani suddenly realized who this was. She smiled while managing to keep her shock at bay. She never in a million years would have thought that she would meet this man at one of Susan’s parties. He immediately turned his attention back to Leslie. "Are you unaccompanied tonight?"
"I am without a pet, if that’s your meaning," Leslie answered, a distinct note of warning in her voice.
Dani’s mind wandered, as she felt very uncomfortable about all this. Where was Susan? It was her party, but she hadn’t seen her mistress all night. Dani’s musings were interrupted by Kevin’s return. She excused herself from the increasingly private conversation without introducing him, figuring that the fewer people he came in close contact with, the better. The announcement for the final act was made, so she commanded her slave to come along and went back to the theater.
When Dani walked in, an attractive young woman with long brown hair and wearing a black bikini was entering the stage area. The woman was tugging impatiently at a real chain leash, but whatever was at the other end definitely didn’t want to come out; it preferred the anonymity of the dark room behind the stage. A yelp came from the darkness, and a man hastily crawled into the light on all fours. The only thing he was wearing was a chastity belt. The room burst into laughter and Dani heartily joined in when she recognized him. Johnny Burton, the gossip columnist, was this woman’s collared slave in front of the society people he wrote about. Leslie came in and quietly sat next to her, the conversation with Robert apparently concluded.
"Ladies, gentlemen, and pets, your hostess!" Lewis’ pronouncement was like the off switch on a laugh track. An air of hushed anticipation replaced the hilarity. Mistress Susan came on-stage in full command of her powerful presence. She had changed her hairstyle to something a little more elaborate, and her make-up was perfect. Dani felt a twinge in her pussy; Susan looked really good. Both she and Leslie joined in the enthusiastic applause.
"Thank you, my friends," Mistress Susan said. "I decided that I would use this male slut in this year’s show, since he has caused some of you public embarrassment. This is ‘slave boy.’ At no time during the evening are any of you to refer to him by any other name." Everyone cheered, Danielle the loudest. Johnny had taken every opportunity to fondle her during last year’s gala at the castle, and had made constant suggestive remarks. It may have been a year late, but she relished his pending humiliation. Mistress Susan had taken the leash from the other woman, giving her a long, wet kiss in return. Danielle felt a bit of desire. "Thank you, slave Jennifer." Susan pulled on the leash. "Clean my boots, slave boy."
Johnny Burton’s tongue went to work, thoroughly cleaning one boot, then the other. Dani couldn’t resist; she narrowed her vision to the metaphysical plane, expecting to see Mistress Susan playing with Johnny’s aura. Much to her surprise, the pasty-white (kind of like bread dough) glow was on all fours, indicating that the gossip columnist had control over his actions. The little shit was really into it! Mistress Susan paraded him around the stage area like a dog at an obedience trial, commanding him to sit, heel, and beg. She led the gossip columnist over to a large cushioned chair and sat down. "Slave Jennifer, strip for us," she commanded. Jennifer promptly obeyed and modeled her soft body for the audience, her mistress, and "slave boy."
"Lie down, slave. Masturbate for your mistress," Mistress Susan said. The girl was not facing the audience, so they only had a side view of Jennifer caressing herself. "Look at her, slave boy," Susan purred. "I bet you’d like to taste her, but she’s going to be your mistress as well, and you don’t deserve to lust after her." The chain went taut as Johnny struggled to reach Jennifer, whose legs were just out of his reach. "Now, slave boy, what would you do for her attention?" Mistress Susan asked in her most seductive manner. The voice made Danielle hunger for her mistress.
"I will let her—" He stopped, then began again. "My mistress may do anything she pleases. I am just her toy." The crowd giggled and applauded at the reply. Mistress Susan still held his chain firmly, while it was evident that Jennifer was rapidly headed for orgasm. She was beginning to undulate and make pleasured noises. The obviously excited gnome strained at the leash, blurting, "Mistress… I… I… please just use me, please!" Danielle thought that Susan looked so composed, totally nonplussed by the whole scene: Johnny’s begging, Jennifer’s high-pitched moans, the audience… The young initiate was in awe of her mistress.
Mistress Susan snapped on Johnny’s chain. "Sit!" Jennifer grunted; her orgasm had arrived. Her body twisted and jerked violently on the stage. The gossip columnist’s frustration was evident by the way he wiggled and the expression of discomfort on his face. The orgasmic woman sighed very happily, basking in the scattered applause from the audience. "I have decided that slave boy has earned a reward," Mistress Susan stated, silencing the crowd. "When she is ready, my slave Jennifer will become his Mistress Jennifer." There was a ripple of anticipation among the viewers as Susan fastened the chain to a hook in the floor. "Beg your Mistress Jennifer—-but gently. She’s feeling very good right now, and I don’t want you to disturb her," Mistress Susan said. She left the gossip columnist to stew and joined Jennifer in her afterglow, kissing and caressing the woman while exchanging whispered conversation. Danielle was quite jealous. After a while, both women left the stage. "Slave boy" whimpered in frustration, but said nothing. Dani held her tongue, wondering what was next.
Mistress Susan reappeared about a minute later. "Ladies and gentlemen and pets… I present—Mistress Jennifer!" The former slave returned to the stage to warm applause. Danielle immediately noticed the change in the young woman’s bearing; it didn’t have anything to do with the large dildo she wore from the harness around her waist. Jennifer carried herself—differently. The gossip columnist noticed too, instantly cowering at her reappearance.
"Stay!" Jennifer’s edict was immediately effective; Johnny froze, eyes panicked. Maybe it was the cat o’ nine tails she was holding. "Come." He crawled to her. Susan stood to the side of all this, watching with a slight smirk. The recently elevated mistress casually swatted Johnny with her cat. He yelped. "Y’like that, slave boy?" Jennifer cooed. "Well, there’s more—" Her next stroke was a lot less casual. "—Where that came from. Thank me, slave boy." He whimpered an insincere thank you, obviously in some pain. "Ohhhh," she pouted, "don’t like being on the receiving end?" She hit him again. "Maybe you should have thought about that when you said that you were going to write nasty things about me and my friends unless I cooperated." That didn’t shock Danielle; Johnny probably would have tried the same thing with her, except that she hadn’t had anything of value to be blackmailed over. "Now I’m gonna do—" The cat bit into his back again. "—Exactly what you did to me," Jennifer growled. This was not acting; she was pissed. Danielle gave the metaphysical plane a check because Johnny didn’t seem to be enjoying this at all. She was right; Susan was holding a pasty-white leash and collar.
After a few more purposeful swats, Jennifer began to theatrically lubricate her fake cock. She jacked off the dildo, showing off for the audience. Her eyes gleamed with a feral anticipation; Dani couldn’t tell if Jennifer was enjoying the show that she was putting on, or if she was relishing the thought of paying Johnny back. A small moan came from nearby in the audience; someone couldn’t wait for the orgy. One of the guests was masturbating her date in the open. Jennifer stopped her exhibition and knelt behind the gossip columnist. "Ready… baby?" she snorted derisively.
"Slave boy" moaned as Jennifer thrust forward—not very gently, either. His body shook with each move his new mistress made. Both of them grunted softly; Danielle stopped looking at the stage to watch the nearby couple in the audience; the man moaned as the woman fellated him. The coven initiate could now see that the woman wore a collar; the man must have been her master. Lust seemed to be spreading through the crowd; there were people touching and stroking each other. "Fuck me Mistress! Oh—yes—oh—fuck your slave boy—Please!" The gossip columnist’s cries interrupted Danielle’s serious consideration of the hypnotized Kevin. She returned her attention to the on-stage sex; what was weird was that Susan no longer held the metaphysical leash, which meant that… Dani felt dizzy again and left the room, dragging Kevin along. She needed a cigarette.
She was virtually alone in the reception room as she contemplated her smoke; Kevin was a boring date in his current state. "No, I don’t need a cigarette," she mumbled half-aloud, "I need sex." There was one thing about Kevin that wasn’t boring. Before Dani could act, other people began to straggle into the reception room. She grumbled inwardly in frustration. "Darling! I’m very happy that you decided to attend," Mistress Susan called. Dani ran over to the dominatrix and hugged her. "You look wonderful tonight," Susan quietly said, giving Danielle an inspired thought. She kissed Susan aggressively, driving her tongue into the older woman’s mouth. Her mistress’ surprise didn’t last long; Susan responded fully.
"Is there somewhere more… private… we can go?" Danielle throatily whispered. "You look… really good."
Susan was pleased that Danielle had noticed. The slight pink glow around the young woman’s exposed neckline indicated that her slave was very willing. "No, my pet. That isn’t the reason we have this party," the elder initiate replied. "Besides, that would leave your pet—unattended." She fondled Dani’s ass. "That’s a very exciting dress, my sweet little bitch." Susan hadn’t believed that Danielle would even be at the party, let alone hot for her; she wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass.
Before either of the women could do anything, another woman interrupted. "Excuse me," she said, "does he belong to one of you?" She pointed at Kevin, who was standing nearby. Without a single active thought in his mind, and looking ruggedly handsome, he was the ideal zipless fuck. Of course, Dani still held his leash, so he couldn’t have any active thoughts. "If he does, may I borrow him? He’s gorgeous," the woman finished. She was older than Susan, but still somewhat attractive.
Well, that certainly was convenient. "He’s mine," Dani quickly said. "But I have no objections." She walked over to him. "Slave Kevin," she said, a bit theatrically, "you will obey this woman as if she were your mistress. You will do all she asks, until I inform you otherwise." Kevin replied with his usual blank "Yes… mistress." Danielle turned to the woman. "Is that good enough?"
The woman’s eyes sparkled with lust as she energetically nodded. "Come with me, slave Kevin," she said, dragging him to the theater.
"I see excellent mistress potential in you, darling Danielle," Susan commented. "But aren’t we the generous one tonight?" she teasingly added.
"Susan, shut up," Danielle grumbled good-naturedly. She then knelt and submissively queried, "Mistress? How may I please you?" The dominatrix just smiled and led Dani into the theater, where a full-scale orgy was in progress. Tricia was on top of Jennifer, making aggressive love to her on the stage while "slave boy" was chained just out of reach. Vicki was bouncing up and down on her date. Everybody else in the room was likewise occupied, and the smell and sounds of sex made Danielle wonderfully horny, but there didn’t seem to be any place for her and her mistress to play.
"Follow me, slave Danielle," Mistress Susan regally instructed. Leading Danielle by the hand, she imperiously made her way through the melee to an unoccupied bed where Steven was waiting. "Excellent, my slave. You may go play now," she told him, and he eagerly headed towards a nearby cluster of writhing bodies. The dominatrix unzipped Danielle’s dress. "And you, my dear, are going to come as you never have before."
Danielle cuddled against her mistress; the orgy was still in progress, but it was time for a rest; Mistress Susan’s last comment prior to their sex had not been an idle boast. Nobody could match her knowledge of erotic practices and apply them to Danielle’s body to yield such sheer physical pleasure. Not even Andy. "Where did you learn to suck pussy like that, my pet?" Apparently, she hadn’t done too badly herself. At the moment, Mistress Susan didn’t seem inclined to do more than caress Danielle’s body.
"My mistress taught me," the young woman replied, feeling very content. Who needed Kevin? A sudden, unexpected sense of something being missing came over her; Danielle truly wished that Andy had been there, too. It would have made an excellent night even better. Despite the late hour, the orgy continued around them; time was definitely an abstract quantity. There were no clocks in the building, and nobody was wearing a watch—they were all naked. She looked around the room to see whom she could recognize as she snuggled against her mistress’ warm body. Heather had recovered from her earlier ordeal; she was getting fucked by Master Anateus. Vicki was having her way with Steven, head bobbing rapidly over the ecstatic slave’s dick. A few feet away on the stage, Robert Wright was paddling a matronly woman Dani didn’t know. She was disappointed that she couldn’t see Leslie anywhere. The object of her desire suddenly appeared in the doorway. "See something you like, darling?" Susan’s question startled her; it’s not that obvious, is it? "Tell me, my sweet," Susan quietly cajoled, but the tone of voice was that of a close friend, not her mistress.
"Ummm… I was kinda wondering… I mean…" Danielle hesitated, finally working up the courage to ask the question that had been on her mind. She discreetly pointed out Leslie, who was still standing in the doorway, having a drink. "What’s the story about—ummm—Leslie?"
Susan craned her neck. "She is magnificent isn’t she, my little bitch? Does she make you wet? Do you want her?" Danielle stuttered in embarrassment, unable to admit aloud what her mistress already knew. Susan gave her a soft little kiss, and said, "She’s an acquaintance-turned-friend. We have—people in common." Danielle glanced over towards Robert. Susan sighed. "I see you already know part of the story. But it’s not to me to tell the rest."
That was interesting. Evidently, the history was complicated. Maybe she would ask Leslie sometime. But right now, Danielle wanted to touch, taste—savor the beautiful woman. Susan said, "Perhaps it would be a good idea for the two of you to get together. You and she may have more in common than you think." Sometimes Susan could be so infuriating… The subject became moot when Kevin’s temporary owner stopped by, with Danielle’s all-but-forgotten pet in tow.
"You, my dear," the woman said, "should be very proud. His service was absolutely perfect! And where did you find such a—" The woman flushed, and caught her breath. "—Stud? It’s certainly larger than most, but he has a very good idea of what to do with it." She fanned her face. "Well, I’d better go outside and cool off. Or else I may try to negotiate for him on a permanent basis. Ta!" She turned and hurried off.
Danielle and Susan looked at each other, then at Kevin. He was dressed. "Well darling, I don’t know about you, but I certainly am curious." Danielle shrugged with a grin. "Strip," Susan commanded, using the power to save time. "Show your mistress and I your full erection." Both women watched as Kevin’s manhood rose. Their jaws dropped simultaneously. "Ahem," Susan finally said in a small voice. "Danielle, is Andy—?"
Dani shook her head vigorously. "No, but it doesn’t matter." She hoarsely added, "Still, I’ve never—"
"Darling," Susan interrupted, "since I am your mistress, I command you to go find something to do for the next hour or so." She gave Dani a smile. "You’ll eventually get your chance."
Dani didn’t know whether to get angry or laugh. In the end, she just smiled, "I’m definitely holding you to that, Susan." She got up and left, not bothering to wait for a reply; Susan was already spreading her legs. Dani headed towards the exit and a snack. Once in the lobby, she ran into Leslie. The images and the memories of the woman masturbating in the theater came flooding back, despite her best efforts at suppressing them—and the feelings they brought.
"Hello, Danielle. How are you doing?" Leslie said. "Are you having fun?" she grinned.
"I’m having a blast, Leslie," Dani honestly replied. "This is my first—of Susan’s parties. All this sex and sexuality so freely displayed makes me horny—in a good way." The images wouldn’t stop playing in her head.
Her friend shifted on her feet. "I didn’t know you belonged to Susan," Leslie cautiously said. "I bet she’s a wonderful lover." She took Dani’s hand, pointing out a sofa. The two women sat to chat, but Leslie did not let go of Danielle’s hand.
"That doesn’t even begin to describe it," Danielle returned. "Sex with Susan is like one continuous orgasm—it’s like she always knows how, when, where and how hard to touch. Not even my boyfriend can thrill me physically like she does. And to think I was afraid of being with another woman in that way. Now I’ve got the best of both worlds." Leslie asked about her boyfriend. "We’ve tried, but Andy—my boyfriend really isn’t into this, so—he’s not here," she explained, haltingly, as Leslie looked into her eyes.
"I see," Leslie softly said. "So you’ve basically decided that you’re a bisexual switch?" Dani nodded slowly, not really hearing what Leslie said. Her eyes were so gorgeous, along with the rest of her. She unconsciously, and gently, tightened her grasp on Leslie’s hand. "Have you ever dominated another woman, instead of a man?" Dani’s lack of a reply stretched into a sexually tense silence while the two women looked at each other. Leslie finally broke it by saying, "Danielle, you’re very beautiful—"
"So are you," was the almost breathless response. Somehow, the distance between them had closed. Their lips touched, briefly, before they were kissing madly. After the first crazed kiss, Danielle panted, "I would love to be your domme, Leslie. Right now. You’ll be my first." Leslie smiled, and the two women quickly disappeared back into the theater.
Danielle and Susan didn’t leave until late Saturday afternoon. Johnny Burton had been chained throughout the entire orgy, and he begged Mistress Susan for some sexual release. She merely unlocked his chain, and told him to leave quietly, unless he wanted to eliminate any chance of her showing him favor again. Leslie was the last of the guests to leave; Danielle gave her a lingering good-bye kiss, reluctantly letting her go. As she climbed into the back seat of the limo, Dani sincerely purred, "Mistress, thank you for everything."
"You won’t have Andrew back until tomorrow evening, darling," her mistress replied. "We’ve barely begun," Mistress Susan noted, then pushed Kevin’s head back between her legs with a moan.
"Mistress Susan, can I ask you a question?" Danielle timidly began. She had spent the last twenty-four hours being very submissive, allowing Susan to fuck her in the ass. Her mistress had also set her up with Lewis and Steven, and Dani had licked the dominatrix to a pair of loud orgasms. She resisted the urge to tug at her leather collar; maybe her mistress would talk frankly with her about Andy.
"Mmmmm, ye-e-es, my pet," Susan purred. It was obvious that Danielle wanted something from her; she had been uncharacteristically submissive. It was probably Andrew. "You may speak freely, for you have pleased me a great deal this weekend," she regally said. It was best to stay in character, just in case.
"Well, I wanted to ask you about Andy," Danielle said. She quickly added, "I mean, I’ll still be your slave and everything whenever you want, but… I think I’m in love with him—"
Susan cut her off. "Of course you are, darling. He feels the same about you. Neither of you had any choice in the matter once you were thrown together." She smiled at Danielle’s confusion. Such a delightful, expressive face… "Andrew and you are soul mates—incomplete without the other," the elder initiate said, then held her hand up to forestall her student’s inevitable interruption. "Danielle," Susan began, "how many people have you had sex with this weekend?"
Dani thought for a moment. Let’s see… Susan, of course, and Leslie… A brief thrill echoed in her soul at that memory. Kevin—I loved the way he said, "yes, mistress…" Lewis and Steven… "Five," she answered, "but I don’t see what that has to do—"
"Patience, dear," Susan counseled. "Each encounter was quite physically satisfying. That’s why we do it so much in the coven. Coven members can’t get any diseases, and aura-less women bear no children. We can afford to be totally hedonistic." Danielle peeped. "That’s why members willingly leave the coven. But—that’s not important to this discussion." She smiled and petted Danielle’s face. "Which of these encounters was the most satisfying? Mentally, as well as physically?"
Dani didn’t hesitate. "Leslie—’cause she was so… gorgeous, and Kevin—’cause he was so—" She stopped, searching for the term. "—In my diabolical clutches, a helpless slave to the power," she dramatically intoned. The young initiate giggled. "Not to mention his—dimensions."
"Yes, well, was there something still—missing?" Danielle hesitated this time. "Come on," the tall woman urged, "answer me—slave." The Mistress Susan persona was so useful.
"Y-y-yes, mistress," Danielle stuttered, sent into shock by her mistress’ abrupt reappearance. "I wished that Andy was here," she reluctantly admitted. She thought about it some more. "It woulda been better if Andy was here," she decisively reiterated.
"How many times has he known how to make you feel good? Without your having to tell him how, or even that you need it?" Danielle was silent, apparently thinking. Susan made sure her question was rhetorical by resuming, "Then there’s the aura… Ahhh, yes, his wonderful blue aura. Did you know that it has other qualities than that beautiful, warm, electric sizzle?" A hundred questions filled Dani’s mind. How did Susan know? Had she spent some time with Andy that Danielle didn’t know about? The tall woman continued, "Gina can read his mind and know what he’s thinking, his wants and desires, no matter how buried." Her voice became quiet. "But as Andrew’s soul mate, his aura will reveal his heart to you. You will know him as he knows himself, and that is magical."
"Mistress?" Dani meekly interrupted. "How do you know all of this?" She had a sinking feeling; she just knew she wasn’t going to like the answer…
"Because Lewis is my soul mate. He serves me because it suits both of us." The oldest of the coven initiates smiled as she read the question forming on Danielle’s face. "Andrew, to me, is akin to what Leslie was to you. Very entertaining, a treat, but nothing permanent will happen. I like him because I find him attractive, and he understands what I crave. I don’t have to do anything but be my normal self for him to respond. So—I am sexually interested in him. He turns me on. But take him away from you? No, darling, I could never do that, nor would I waste the energy in trying."
"So… you’re saying that, because Andy is my soul mate, no woman can change that. Not even Gina." Susan nodded. "So I don’t like—have to be jealous of anybody; he has to be mine."
The eldest initiate smiled. "As for Gina, our esteemed coven leader doesn’t choose her men frivolously. You’re a very lucky woman in that she decided to give him to you. Someone as empathic as Andrew is her perfect match, and he senses that as well. She’s only had three true husbands in seven hundred years, and Andrew could have very easily been number four." Susan ran her hand lovingly around Danielle’s breast. "But she realized that the coven would be endangered if you did not stop your careless indulgences, and that Andrew would eventually get to you."
Dani understood everything now. She had been power-drunk before Andy. It had given her whatever she had wanted, at her slightest whim. All she had to do was think at some guy, and there he was. Her first "date" with Andy had even been like that. She remembered her closing thought as she had sent him home that night: he was a nice enough date, if no hunky guys were available. Even back then, on some level, she had known. It had taken the Brendan disaster to open her up to the possibility. Now, six months later, she was rarely using the power except as an occasional aid to her arousal. On the heels of that realization came the thought, "I wonder if anything would aid Andy’s arousal?"
"I can see that you’re deep in thought," Susan said, then kissed Danielle sweetly. "Come join us downstairs when you are ready. There’s no need to hurry," the older, wiser woman finished. Mistress Susan unlocked Danielle’s collar, then put on a robe. Susan Newton left the room and the young initiate to her thoughts without another word.
Fresh from a change of clothes and leisurely bath, Danielle Gray strode confidently through the halls of Castlereagh. The servant guiding her opened the door to the private room, where Gina and Andy were waiting for her; Gina had asked her to dine at the castle. "Hello, your ladyship," the initiate said with a short curtsy. Gina acknowledged the greeting, but looked a little unhappy. Can’t blame her, I guess… "Hi, Andy," Dani purred, then turned to the coven leader. "Gina," she began, "We’d like to take a rain check on dinner, if we may. Andy and I have a lot to catch up on." Danielle had been probing his aura since she entered the room; she felt his sudden disappointment. "You can give her a goodbye kiss, Andy," she brightly affirmed, then paused for a second. "I’ll leave you two alone, and I’ll be waiting in the foyer when you get done," Dani finished with nonchalance.
Andy blinked uncomprehendingly at Danielle’s easy departure. She was… different. Very different. "Close your mouth before I fill it, Andrew," Gina noted with amusement. He stammered that he had to leave, but Gina grabbed his hand. "Don’t panic, sweetheart," she comforted. The coven leader gave his pleasure centers a quick jolt to slow him down. "I believe that our Miss Gray has had a major revelation this past weekend." She smiled in her mysterious way and picked the next question from his brain. "Yes, she is quite a different person from Friday night. But—" Gina stood up, rested her arms on his shoulders and said, "—You owe me a goodbye kiss." She closed her eyes and parted her lips, waiting patiently. She obviously wasn’t going to force him to do it. Andy looked at the vulnerable pose and figured, what the hell, Dani wasn’t there to watch. He was going to miss all the sexy posturing Gina had done for him. "Then tell her," the coven leader urged, kissing him on the cheek as they separated. "Goodbye, darling Andrew," she whispered, voice half-breaking. After a moment, she recovered and gave him a little shove towards the door. "Now, go find out what has happened to change your girlfriend so."