Being Neighborly Ch. 07

Literotic asexstories – Being Neighborly Ch. 07 by fitfidelityfifty64,fitfidelityfifty64
Neighbors Mel and Donnie Adler, Jill and Brian Halter continue their quick assent up the ranks of a secret BDSM society operating within two sister developments. The couples live in Cardinal Bay, and across from them, separated by Grand Mistress Knight’s complex is Cardinal Creek.

Gladys Knight is the Supreme Mistress of the democratic BDSM society residing in the complex for many years controlling both sides of the development. She has woven support throughout both, controlling the council and board meetings, using her connections to maintain her sovereignty.

Never married, Carol Sutton doesn’t own a property introducing Gladys and her late husband Rylan into the pleasure of pain as their first Mistress. She has a professional connection as an accountant and has worked with Jill and Brian as well.

Carol secretly desires Brian’s cock.

This chapter features Mel’s journey as a pawn in a grand plan to unseat Gladys at the top with Mel’s husband Donnie.

————————————————————————————————-“Melanie!” Gladys Knight, known as Mistress Night, said with excitement. “It’s been a month since I’ve seen you.”

Gladys and her late husband Rylan developed Cardinal Bay and Cardinal Creek subdivisions of Cedarville, Iowa, 18 years ago. The sister developments are beautifully landscaped and carved into a wooded area, numbering 60+ houses. Together they occupied the gated complex houses and buildings between the two.

“Have a seat sweetheart,” Gladys motioned to the living room, victorian style furniture sitting on the coffee table was some tea and scones. Mel and Donnie’s house was nice but this was lavish and palatial. “Please feel free to speak and act freely, we’re not going to start for a bit.”

“Thank you Mistress,” Mel said, not ready to give up the formalness of their roles, her memories of Jill, Donnie and Gladys’s hand vividly. “I am honored to be here, it is so beautiful.”

Gladys poured some tea and Mel took a small bite of scone, a sip and placed the cup down. If she could escape to this place, if Gladys offered just a corner room to stay and be part of the tapestry of Duvessa’s life, Mel would sign up.

“You have great taste, Mistress.” Mel said looking up at her with big eyes, the pain of Donnie’s domination, the affection of attraction towards her domme.

“Ah, it’s the worldly possessions we covet instead of touch, taste, feel and thoughts that we should hold closer to our hearts,” Gladys said running her hand over Mel’s hand, sitting besides her on the couch. “You’re looking very beautiful today, may I ask how are you?”

A degree in psychology, Gladys knew compliment, open with a relevant question. She knew the punishment, torture, near enslavement that Mel had gone through, and the affirmation combined with sincere interest got the response Gladys sought.

“Oh thank you Mistress, I’m surprised you think so I…I…I” Mel started to talk, the words getting caught in her emotion. Mel stopped and broke down crying, Gladys let the 52 year old woman melt into her 61 year old arms.

“Melanie….there, there now,” Gladys stroked her hair, kissed her cheek. “Mistress Jill has said nothing but good things about your progression.”

Her heart sank. Mel couldn’t tell Gladys all that was going on, that Donnie had ascended like like Phoenix from the ashes of their marriage to displace Mistress Jill as the dominant in Cardinal Bay.

Mel thought she had to keep his growing power a secret.

Mel cried for about five minutes, Gladys using aftercare techniques, comforting her like she did after delivering the first punishing, painful blows to Mel’s body back in Galena.

“You make me happy, Melanie,” Gladys said, lifting Mel’s head after the sobs subsided, drying her submissive’s tears.

“I don’t feel worthy of any of this,” Mel said, both hating and loving every moment of pain, pleasure, sadness, euphoria and discourse she’d been through the past month.

Looking into Gladys eyes she thought of telling her about Donnie and Jill, their plans to infiltrate Hades Night with their stable and take Gladys down.

“You also make me hopeful, Melanie,” Gladys continued, now rubbing the younger woman’s thigh softly, inching up the dress Melanie had on, her fingers touching lace panties. “You make me feel young and alive.”

Gladys moved her lips to Mel’s, holding her face, the river or tears still evident on her cheeks, Mel’s hands on the slim woman’s torso.

“A week ago at your indoctrination, I hear Donnie has taken control of Jill’s stable,” Gladys asked, kissing her where her tears ran, then her lips, Gladys hand up the skirt brushing the front of her panty, pressing at her clit.

Mel’s eyes got big while their lips were pressed, she felt the pressure below, wanting Gladys to take her there in the large sitting area, with servants walking past occasionally.

“Ohhh….Mmmmm….Ohhh… Mistress, that is correct,” Mel said, pulling from the kiss, looking into the domme’s eyes, Gladys slipping her hand out from her floral dress. Gladys paused, took a large inhale through her nose, Mel’s body smelled amazing, light musk and violet.

“Jill was his Mistress for most of the last month,” Gladys said, her hand pushing into Mel’s breast, then asked, “Did you know that Child?”

“I’ve discovered it recently,” Mel’s eyes distant, reliving her own body pinned to their island by her husband Donnie, plowing her cunt ceremoniously recounting his infidelity, admitting to a relationship with Mistress Jill.

“Jill is still your domme and Donnie is Master of you both,” Gladys said letting go of Mel, getting up and pouring herself some tea, taking a sip.

Mel was surprised there were no questions from Gladys about Donnie’s exploits, and if he had anymore subs or had been sleeping with anyone else. She should be able to at least assume that he wasn’t stopping with just one.

She asked no more questions.

“We’ll retreat to my lair at 5 p.m.,” Gladys said, it was around 3:45 p.m. “Let me show you your room.”

The house had to have at least 5000 square feet of space, there was a grand staircase leading to the upstairs, and a hallway that Gladys took Mel down, passing several rooms before arriving at one on the end.

“I will send someone for you, and if you need anything there is a phone that goes to a service to make requests,” Gladys said, looking into Mel’s eyes. “I’m so glad you’re here. Melanie.”

The taller, older, slimmer and more elegant woman leant in and kissing Mel full on the lips, turning her face and pushing her tongue in her mouth.

————————————————————————————————-The daughter of two hippies growing up in the 60s, young Gladys Holgran saw a lot of people in and out of their house partying, smoking weed, her parents generous with their possessions, time and bodies.

She turned 18 the summer of 1978 and her parents gave her money for college, several investments and a car, while they jetted off to the west coast to produce network television.

Gladys met Rylan Knight, a football player for the University of Minnesota, on a summer weekend away with friends to the Twin Cities. The two were inseparable after that one weekend, he introducing her to sex and he was very skilled. They had a hot summer filled with lake nights, hitting the Minneapolis night life and some drugs.

Gladys enrolled at Minnesota that Fall and fast forward five year, she would marry Rylan at their Lake House in Hackensack. Only his Dad attended, his mom ran off with a movie producer and was high somewhere in Hollywood.

Rylan was a business major and had a job right out of college. His Dad loved her, owned property in the midwest giving them a plot of land, they would eventually develop into the community, as a wedding present.

Their courtship through the engagement and into marriage was magical and open. Gladys hippie roots, and Rylan’s jock mentally brought many others into their bedroom. Gladys bringing girlfriends in for threesomes, and Rylan letting football buddies make out with Gladys before she would take whomever if the beer and weed were plentiful.

It wasn’t always smooth sailing, but Rylan was the captain navigating the rough waters of multiple lovers. Despite their openness, Gladys discovered several unknown affairs Rylan had during their courtship, engagement and marriage.

In counseling they admitted they each had a taste for others bodies, the obvious part. What wasn’t obvious when Rylan he had a taste for some of his football buddies, but vowed he “was done with all of that.”

In their last session Gladys admitted on transgression, with Carol, an accountant with the firm that managed his parent’s assets. She admitted to letting Carol dominate her and that she wanted to have Rylan dominated. It also came out that Rylan was with Carol his Freshman year before meeting Gladys.

The couple quit counseling, and pursued Carol who began to spend full weekends at their house. She did some light domination of one or both of them and would introduce more and more into the bedroom.

“Once you begin pushing the envelope, the opening becomes wider,” their counselor had said, acknowledging they were unique in the depth and breath of their openness.

Carol took them to a new level.

One night she asked if she could bring a friend over to talk about the “Dark Arts” and they listened to a presentation about denial, pain, bondage, and they accelerated their journey that evening with Carol and her Mistress “FunTashia”.

————————————————————————————————-Waiting for her final task before committal to Gladys during Hades Night, Mel was getting ready. She was dressed in a robe, and looked out into the hall, flagging down one of the helpers for a razor to shave herself smooth. Ten minutes later a viral young man, wearing outdoor landscaping gear, brought her a quadruple blade shaver.

He gave Mel a wink and a bow before leaving.

She drew a bath and spent the next 1/2 hour shaving and preparing her body to be as fragrant and pleasing for Mistress Night. Laid out on her bed were the adornments and a a robe to wear on the way to the complex where her last bit of orientation was going to commence.

“It’s time, Love…” A beautiful young woman who peeked in the room glancing at naked Mel said. The woman dressed in a black corset, long knee high boots melting up onto her thighs. Her black eyeliner was intense against the silver eye shadow, cat smear wider that usual. Mel noticed her breasts suspended, pushed up and a nipple peaking out when she walked, turning to compliment saying. “You look stunning dear.”

Mel had put the leather cuffs around her ankles, wrists and the belt around her waist, all with loops for clips to be attached. The woman draped a robe over the her naked body, clipping a chain to her waist adornment and began to lead her out the door.

Mel’s head was down, watching the young woman’s ass bounce and sway walking, wanting to taste and smell her 20 year-old flesh. The leather thong under the net stockings that were pressed tightly forming her ass perfectly.

The amazing architecture, flowers outside windows of grand rooms, while there were workers preparing for Saturday’s celebration, everything about this place put her at ease.

Mel wanted to be HERE.

Two large men, shirtless in leather chaps walked by nodding at the young woman and Mel, their asses sculpted by many weighted squats. The woman led them to a long corridor that proceeded underground.

Natural light poured in from windows at the top, the floors lit with LED, shelves with ledges held vases and flowers, fragrances filled the air with sweet aromas.

“I’m home,” Mel whispered to herself. “I never want to leave.”

The hallway dipped down then up, and after a four minute walk they emerged through a garage door sized opening into a circular room. High ceilings were above and Mel figured it had to be part of the complex you could see from Jill’s deck, in the middle of this grand space was a circular stage, with steps leading up on all sides.

Mel could visualize a sacrifice of herself today, in the middle of the empty room. She felt honored to come here even if they were going to carve her heart out of her chest and feed it to the workers buzzing around outside, every other wall panel a window.

“Just drink my blood, sweet Duvessa,” she whispered, looking around, feeling the energy of the room.

Mel’s bare feet felt the coolness of the tile floor that gave way to stone steps. The stage had a wooden and cushioned feel and in the middle a pad and nothing else.

“Mistress Night will arrive shortly,” the young woman said unclipping the chain and taking the robe, Mel took a kneeling position on a pad sitting on her heels, her head bowed. The presence of the young woman left, Mel’s heart sank a little wishing for her to watch and participate the torture, the sacrifice.

“I’d give myself to you, young one,” she whispered. The footfalls grew quiet and in the moment she went from confident and wanton, to scared and worried. She did want much, but now she feared her performance not up to Mistress’s standards.

‘Meditate by telling yourself you are strong, and you are worthy’, Jill told Mel many times preparing her. Mel began repeating those words in her head, trusting her will to please would elevate her performance.

Her heart leapt hearing new footfalls echoing in the large, empty space drowning out the workers coming from behind her. Mel’s head still down awaiting her savior, while still in that moment wishing this was an execution.

In a way it was, the final killing of her old soul creating one that was to be filled by her Mistress Night.

The clomp, clomp clomp got closer and then slowed, sounding muffled, coming up the steps of the stage.

Mel felt HER presence.

“Rise Urchin!!” Mistress Night bellowed, Mel obeying quickly. There was a rush, the loud clatter of a chain being lowered from above. A second, and a third rattled the links pouring over wheels from the ceiling.

Mel could smell the young servant woman again, who began gathering the chains clasping them to her ankles, her waist and her hand adornments.

The furry action stopped, the “snap” and the pain happened at once.

“Agghfft!” Mel screamed, the precision of Mistress Night’s whip produced a mark across Mel’s stomach, a second and a third hit fast “AHHFFT! AFGGGHT!”

An almost perfect “N” angled down under Mel’s breasts, marking HER slave with Mistress’s initial.

The chains rattled and took in the slack simultaneously, the young woman adjusted for placement her hands and clipping the final one to her waist. The young servant ran her hand over Mel’s thigh, garnering a slap across the back of her head by Mistress Night.

Mistress pushed a button on her belt and the chains quickly, and surprisingly smoothly, pulled Mel off the ground, horizontal and comfortably into the air.

Her entire body was suspended and splayed out in an “X” hovering table height from the floor, slightly swaying, though the forces were displaced so evenly. Mistress moved over to Mel and placed her hand over the marks.

There was a the clunk of boards movingwhile behind her a table appeared from an open floor, a platform mechanically rising.

“My mark is just a start of our transformation,” Mistress Night, Duvessa said to the sky her arms held upwards. “One body for the enjoyment of those who can expertly guide it through hell to get to heaven.”

“Queen Lucia, she is yours to guide, take her through Level one,” Mistress Night said, now tracing the “N” on Mel’s stomach, expertly marked by Mistress’s whip.

The young woman drew close to Mel, studying the suspended woman’s face, a second opening in the floor produced a throne on a elevated platform, Duvessa walking up and from above looking down at the two.

“Look at your Mistress,” Queen Lucia commanded, Mel pivoting her head, swaying a little when Lucia’s body pushed against hers.

Desire welled up in the pit of Mel’s stomach, Duvessa’s hair woven into thorny roses, the black feathers and lace intermixed with red, the color scheme matching the Mistress’s leather, glimmering with metal loops, studs and diamonds in a $25,000 bedazzled corset. The long boots went over her knees, they had the red element somehow, pointed heels, her legs opened to crotchless stockings.

“Do you thirst for her openings,” Lucia whispered into Mel’s ear, do you see them glistening with desire to have you satisfy her.

Mel was stunned and confused, looking at her domme’s fingers opening the delicate lips, showing her captured prize the wet folds. Mel stared in hunger for her Mistress.

“ANSWER ME!” Lucia screamed, slapping Mel’s face.

“AGHHFFTT!” Mel’s head snapped in the opposite direction. “YES! I thirst Mistress, I thirst!”

“The first room, in the first Circle of Hell you experience “Limbo”, imagine seeing, almost touching, smelling the very thing you desire and not being able to have it, slave.”

Mistress Lucia moved between Mel’s legs and put her face just an inch from Mel’s openings, breathing intently hard warm, wet, breath against her most sensitive flesh.

“Ohhh…Mistress…” Mel cooed, feeling Lucia’s tongue close, but not touching.

There was suddenly a circle of men around her head, with masks, naked, cocks dangling. They stood around her, all about six foot tall or a little greater, all shapes and sizes, Mel counted five.

“Circle number two, ‘Lust’, is almost opposite of Limbo,” Lucia said, and without warning a limp member was set on her lips, she opened, welcoming the change to please.

“In this circle of Hades your appetite for everything will continuously be satisfied until its not pleasurable,” Lucia said, the table rolled over by one of the men and another laid upon it.

She felt Lucia’s hand on her ass, applying cool lubricant, the table slid perfectly under Mel’s suspended body, she felt his body just an inch away, he pulled her to him, he slid inside her cunt easily.

“Mmmfftt!” Mel moaned on the expanding cock, she felt the body of the second man, in position under her, his cock hard and pushing against her back, sliding down and now the lubricated member pushing inside of her. “OHFFMMMMFFT!”

She was now double penetrated, the man on the table in her cunt, the man standing in her ass, both sliding in and out of her body together. Mel looked for approval from Mistress Night, wanting to be her enjoyment. She received back a stoic stare.

I large headed cock appeared before her suspended body, over the table, on the man getting it in both holes.

She opened, accepting the offering.

“OHHHhfFFTTTGAHFFTT!” she bellowed the cock hard and pushing deep her in throat, the second sliding deeper in her ass and now this skinny, short cock plunging into her pussy. “MMMGGFFTTT!”

Mel could see Mistress Night watching intently, the three began to pump and fuck her, the other two men just slowly massaged their own meat near her face, waiting their turn.

“Imagine an never ending line of pussy, cock and mouths wanting to devour you and your lust for it never ending,” Mistress Lucia continued, the line of men seemingly just like that image she painted.

High above them Carol looked on from one of the observation rooms on the second floor of the complex, the windows lining the top. Brian was pushing his cock into Carol from behind while everyone’s Supreme Mistress (outside the compound) took Brians length like a pro.

“Ohhhh, You say….Oh…Brian,” Carol moaned, his lips nuzzling her neck. “She’s the key to the wholeohhhhhhh, God I’ve missed that cock of yours….”

Carol’s cheek was pressed to the window, she was gentlest with Brian not making him serve a pet role, ignoring most protocol.

“OH YES! Faster…OHHhhh! YES!” Carol orgasmed as Brian filled her, the warmth of a long held load, Brian rarely allowed to finish. “Mmmmm, OHhhhh.”

Brian held her, still inside, letting it recede slowly.

“She’s quite magnificent,” Carol said about Mel, her hands behind her now rubbing Brian’s torso, watching Mel take the fourth and fifth cock in her mouth, all five men finishing inside her body. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

————————————————————————————————-The story of Rylan and Gladys Knight’s marriage involved Carol and evolved into a full blown lifestyle taking them to dungeons in every corner of the United States. Carol gained VIP access to a dark arts festival in Europe and that’s where they met Brian and Jill.

Brian Young was dating Jill Nuetsel when Carol invited him along to an accounting conference in Europe. The simultaneous “kinkster” festival going on nearby was a client that she loved to work and play for, where Mistress FunTashia did most of her work through.

Carol had dated Brian for a few months, she knew his ‘prowess’ and affinity for playing just about any role in the bedroom. It was one of those not having the same interest couples that doomed the relationship.

“If I didn’t have such an appetite for variety I’d had married him for the cock,” Carol would admit to the Gladys and Rylan on several occasions. Carol hooked them up with Jill and Brian before leaving, introducing over drinks.

Gradys and Rylan would learn BDSM by day and through Carol would connect with the with Jill and Brian at night. Gladys dominated the Jill and Brian and by the end of the week Rylan was introduced into their bedroom and they had two full swap scenes in a public dungeon.

Over the next couple months the couples became closer, and the Knights hired Brian as their lead accountant, his main task was to set the business model for the development of the property in Iowa.

Jill received Mistress training, similar to what she unleashed on Donnie and Mel, from Gladys and spent a lot of time with the couple alone. Brian stayed in Iowa, renting a small house, prepping the contractors, realtors and everyone else and he kept in constant contact with Rylan about the development.

The original plan was to sell lots to BDSM enthusiasts only. Jill’s first job involved going to festivals and dungeons all over the country and the world selling attempting to sell development plots and other property.

Jill used this time to continue her training as a domme and brought her dominant side home to Brian, taking over their bedroom.

She had about a dozen leads to sell property but only two, including she and Brian, ever bought the land and built a house. The other couple was Mary and Willy Hildebrand, Mary now firmly in Donnie’s Stable as a pet.

“We need to sell and develop the community from within,” Carol said, sitting them all down, Gladys and Rylan convening the small group of she would call “The Board”. “This is a special area and only affluent people can afford to develop. Most of the time affluent people have unique desires.”

Jill had gotten her real estate license while traveling so she didn’t have to partner with anyone, and began selling plots of land to build on. She would be getting a feel for the buyers of the development, trying to make the deal sweeter for couples that would fit their lifestyle. She sold other properties and had an office she ran just five minutes from where she and Brian were building.

“I can get a feel for a couple after two meetings,” Jill said. “I wear something a little sexier on the second, seeing where each of their eyes would roam, of if they were flirty.”

Jill kept a ratings book, making notes on everyone throughout the process of buying the land, hiring the builder, all the way until they were in the house.

She would use that information later to go “prospecting”, mining their kinks.

————————————————————————————————-Over the course of a couple hours, Mistress Night and Queen Lucia ran Mel through mini-scenes, one from each of the Circles 3 through 9, the rooms that surrounded the event center.

“You have five minutes to think about your choice,” Mistress Night said, dismissing Lucia the Queen for the night, Mel’s body red with marks from various sampling of activities to be held in the “Nine Circles”. It was past dusk and Mel’s body collapsed on the mat once released from her chains.

“Hades Night” was born combining Halloween celebrations the society held early in its development more in the neighborhoods and the scenes Carol, Mistress FunTashia and Mistress Night developed. Dante’s Inferno inspired the building, Brian’s architects discovered in Europe were inspired by the surrounding woods to shape the complex and the dark desires of the board.

The nine circles of Hell were represented by the nine side rooms converted every fall for Hades Night. Thoughout the year the large center was used for meetings, conventions, weddings, graduations. They had walls that could be put up or taken down to make bigger or smaller spaces and they didn’t have anything overt that signified there was a BDSM or Hell theme.

“Lust. Circle two Mistress,” Mel said after the brief pause, her relishing the five cocks that had entered her, charging her desire for the night group play. She felt the most at ease just taking the meat presented to her body, like a vessel for Mistress Night to fill any way she wanted.

“What level do you want to aspire to, pet?” Mistress Night asked more as a formality. She was Jill’s possession, in Jill’s stable officially, soon to be given to Gladys in exchange for the Grand Mistress position Jill desired.

“I want to serve a Master or Mistress,” she said, taking a rank above centurion as a straight submissive.

“Very well, Child,” she said, it was well past dinner, Mel’s thirst for the torture of all nine circles took them well into the evening. “I will see you in five days to complete your training. Centurions, take her to back to her room.”

Mel was disappointed that Queen Lucia was not present to take her back, the men were two that had cum inside her. They cuffed her, one holding her wrists while the repeated the long walk up the hallway.

The sensations afterwards, creams and ointments soothing by masking some of the pain, throbbing of muscles and welts cool against her naked body, the robe left on the stage.

The men laid her on the bed and five women appeared and began applying more lotion on her, soothing all of her muscles, flesh, a cream that was intense at first on her holes, a finger sneaking inside her pussy, the warmth first intense, they relief.

“Sleep, child,” The larger of the two men, Mel thought he was the first to cum down her throat. “When you awaken, call for a car and it’ll take you home.”

Mel crashed, falling fast asleep.

After satisfying his long time friend Carol, Brian returned to Jill filling his wife in about where everything stood with the take over on Hades Night.

Gladys changed and met Carol for dinner.

Carol was relaxed and euphoric, Brian’s expert movement into her body calming her many thoughts. She had a purpose for the dinner and was going to be let Gladys talk, wine loosening her lips and blurring Gladys judgement.

Carol anticipated gold nuggets of information.

“It’s never been like the year we had to banish,” Gladys responded to Carol’s question about community stability sitting down, half naked men and women serving them drinks. “But I sense some movement in the stables.”

“Movement?” Carol asked, knowing more than Gladys, still needing to know how much more.

“Jill will finally reach the rank of Grand Mistress. Her submission to Donnie gives me an extra card to play early Sunday morning,” Gladys said. “It was quite a little coup between the two neighboring couples, solidifies my control of that corner of Cardinal Bay.”

“And he’s a fledgling Master, correct?” Carol asked for confirmation. “Donnie’s control of Jill’s stable, Jill’s control of Mel and Mel being offered to you gives all of that street right to you.”

“Yes, and he doesn’t have anyone to dominate outside of Jill and with his wife becoming my possession at Midnight….,” Gladys said, her hand on Carol’s knee. “That makes me bullet proof so to speak.”

————————————————————————————————-In bed with Jill and Brian, Rylan and Gladys, the structure of the community was born, the ranks, the vision created through weeks and weekends in lavish places and many bodies.

“In Iowa?” Carol questioned it was hard imagining the ultra conservative, Bible belt state, producing a actual community of kink with leadership and loose restrictions on sexual activities.

Carol was lined up to purchase land in Gladys Iowa development. She had set up an accounting office, to work with Jill’s real estate business, the two joked the third part could be a recruiting center for BDSM enthusiasts. She signed the lease and that evening a company in Europe she had tried numerous times to join finally called.

They wanted her over a year ago, but she turned it down, the excitement of the new development was that new shiny thing she always chased. Now Carol felt the constriction of commitment that came with the land purchase, the development, the messy details made it more work than fun at this point.

Carol worried her affinity for Brian, working so close with him might damage the good thing they had and swayed her to take the job and move far away to Finland where the company was based.

Carol stayed care free and the landmark community started with the “original four”, though she was written into the bylaws as a “special consultant”.

Brian and Jill had their kids, three in five years, and the council of the society was born between Mary & Willy, Rylan & Gladys, Camron & Anne and Brian & Jill. They were all in similar life spaces raising kids, but finding time to play amongst each other and be served by the community.

The “original four” were the development’s HOA and the development’s “board of directors.” They incorporated and dues were set up like stocks, earning a small return at first and then grew. They hosted weddings and conferences at the complex which then added buildings and spaces making it attractive to a lot of different events.

All income brought in from the weddings to the conferences went HOA and dividends to those buying into the concept. They named the LLC “Societal Events”, the actual bylaws of the ‘society’ and the developments were written, weaving the hierarchy of the HOA into the structure of the LLC.

Rylan and Gladys were co-CEOs, and Supreme Masters from the jump, the positions were forever linked. It was set up to possibly rotate, creating process that was both a meritocracy and democratic. To challenge one side of it was to challenge both sides, and the society members that attended Hades Night were shareholders that could influence control while those interested earned status.

The stable concept arrived and it rewarded participation in the society’s activities, motivating dommes in the neighborhood to be more active and seek to expand their stable with their neighbors. It generally worked, bringing many households in and marking those houses that were “vanilla” gifting them a Cardinal figurine to put outside. Those who were in the society got a gnome with a cardinal on its shoulder imported from Finland.

Gladys and Rylan kept control because they were good at business, politics and more importantly serving and developing their stables. Carol was a great mentor from afar, coming in and putting on events for those in the society. At the height of their power they figured 55% of the 60+ houses were involved in at least into an entry level kink, and 25% had working dungeons in their homes.

Carol sent BDSM experts from around the world who came in taught council, developed home dungeons, set up the hierarchy. The continuum of instruction went from bondage and discipline, to dominance and submission, finally adding sadism and masochism.

While the taste for the more extreme practices grew, Cameron and Anne stuck to the basics their techniques immediately draw praise and a growing following. Jill and Brian, Mary and Willy loved the increases pain and humiliation of the extreme, maintaining Gladys and Rylan at the top.

Camron and Anne did start playing more with Jill and Brian, a shift began that would eventually challenge for the Supreme Master and Mistress.

————————————————————————————————-“It is the anniversary…10 years, hard to believe,” Gladys said, grinding her cunt into Carol, done with dinner the two women turned on by the debauchery Gladys put Mel through that afternoon. “Oh GOD! Ohhh!”

Carol loved to make Gladys orgasm, her affinity for good looking women like her, feeling their bodies against each other was more than just getting off. Carol had came with Brian ramming his long shaft in and out of her, so she faked it for Gladys.

“OH yes Mistress! YES!” Carol exclaimed feeling Gladys’s shudder against her body, they falling into each others arms feeling Gladys quivering from her release.

Carol hopped up, her short black hair made her look like an older Halsey, popular singer of the early 2020s. Her breasts were similar, the sagged on the top, but it protruded her nipples upwards, not being the largest.

“I fucked Brian’s brains out today,” Carol announced from the bathroom. “Is he loyal to you?”

“Of course,” Gladys said, her long legs and torso laying across the bed, her head hanging over, the long curly hair splaying out. “He’s an easy one, plus I have his contract, he can’t make moves.”

“I don’t know, there’s a vibe this year,” Carol said, putting her panties on over her shaven pussy, then bra before picking up her dress. “I know I don’t live here and don’t have a horse in the race.”

“I’m your horse my dear, you ride me so very well,” Gladys said, hopping up, her breasts perky for her age, suspended nicely.

“Please tell me when a property comes open, I think I’m ready,” Carol said.

“Oh, don’t tease!” Gladys said, softly punching Carol’s shoulder. “You’ve said that every year for the past 20 I think!”

“I may be serious,” Carol said, and the two melting into a kiss, Carol’s hand suspending Gladys’ right breast.

“I’d like that. Do you remember how much of a fuck up I was after Rylan passed away,” Gladys said, breaking from Carol getting her own clothes to put back on. “You saved me.”

————————————————————————————————-Gladys heard the details of Rylan’s death and that night took a bunch of pills hoping to never wake up.

They said heart attack, but how and when was the issue.

Gladys was revived on the scene, immediately supported in the hospital by her community, and more importantly Carol. Soon she was home and picking up the pieces, regaining the leadership of the community and the LLC.

Gladys made it through rehab, picking up yoga, meditation and an extremely positive outlook, all through Carol. Gladys loved Rylan, wanted his children but never could get pregnant and they grew to appreciate their lifestyle together. She had many bonds throughout the community, and all over the world, that supported her through her grief, but none stronger than Carol’s

She confronted Brian, who was at the scene and rumors circled Rylan and he were lovers and an act of lovemaking between the two men spurred on the fatal heart attack.

Brian confessed to the rumor and to being with Rylan on and off over the last three years, throwing himself on her mercy. That brought Brian three years of servitude to Gladys, Jill giving her ownership and it was a role he didn’t recuse at last year’s meeting add the fourth year.

Brian was Carol’s connection to the community and to the Supreme Mistress and the fourth year was purposeful.

————————————————————————————————-First vignette is from Ch. 06 in Donnie’s voice————————————————————————————————-The “Longest Night” concluded, Brian and Jill disappeared into the bedroom, her wailing on his cock in the background as everyone else slipped away into the early morning air.

It was 5:30 a.m.

Mel and Camilla crossed the street together, separating into houses while Nikki got into her car and sped off.

I led Mary down the street, in Brian’s coat since she was still naked, in silence, her hands still bound behind her the coolness of the night had to be cold on her bare feet and legs.

Arriving at her door we pushed inside and I immediately pressed my hand to her throat, her eyes told me defiance and doubt were there.

“You don’t FUCK with ME!” I said, face to her face, her eyes shifting down and she was there in silence. “ANSWER ME!”

She was motionless, no response, her mouth still, the corners slightly tipped up.

She looked up. “I’m the controlling vote, aren’t I Master?”

The contempt in her voice was something I had a week to gain understanding and get under control, but right now I had one thing left to do.

I surprised her, grabbing her arms, tossing her to the floor, knowing she was athletic and agile, I quickly pounced. The coat spilled to the ground, her naked flesh there, I pulled off my sweats, my cock semi-limp.

“There will be no question who your Master is Hildy my Pet,” I growled, her head snapping back to look at me, my face moving to her ass, my tongue pushing into her hole.

“OH GODDDD! Ohhhhh,” she moaned, her body not touched or tasted like that in a couple years. “MMmmmm…Ohhhh.”

I moved saliva in her whole, my mouth opening, sucking on the muscle, spreading her cheeks with my hands, pushing my tongue inside, then a finger.

“Ohhh…Gooodddd…Prrrrrrrr” She started back into her pet persona. “Eowwswww…prrrr…Ohhhh!”

I had promised to fuck her ass earlier that night, the musty scent of her cunt stirred my cock, I pushed in more spit, then rose up. My cock straight out, I spit into my hand, coating my shaft, she angling her hips for me.

“Split me in two Master….ride me hard!” Hildy said in a growl, my head at the entrance of the tight muscle, I pushed the tip inside. “OHhhhoewwww!”

She slid down my shaft with surprising ease, taking her slowly the first run in her tiny hole, pulling her hips while she pushed.

“OHHHH OHhheeowww…MOooeeeeowwww!” she went full cat cry now, I pulled back and slammed inside. “OOEEEOOOOWWWW! AOHHHHH!!!”

Her athletic body slammed back as I pulled and slammed forward, the ‘thud’ of my thighs hitting her rock hard cheeks a new sexual stimulant and it got quicker.

“EEOOOWWWEEOOOOWWW! OH! OH! OH! AHHHH! AHHH! AHHH!” we pounded, her head now forward, arms still behind her in cuffs, face pushed against the carpet just inside the door. Her picture window wide open for anyone to see inside. “YESS! YESSS! OHHH! EOOWWWWOOWOOOWWW!”

I pushed inside and expelled another load, I held it there her hips still pushing backwards searching for more, her purring soothing while I fumbled for my sweats, finding the key for her cuffs in the pocket and letting the cuffs off.

“Prrrrrrrr….oh Master,” she said melting into my arms, we sat for 30 minutes, I just petted her hair while the sun began to rise.

I pulled out the last small box from my sweats, opened it and collared my pet on the floor of her living room.

“You have me, Sir,” Mary said, kissing me, fondling my limp cock.

————————————————————————————————-Carol stayed that night with Gladys, leaving for a time to visit someone in the community, someone Brian connected her with a month ago who ‘wanted to make a deal.’

She returned to the house and they chatted about old times, about Hades Night and about their dreams. Gladys began talking about them together, coupling possibly, not marriage, more like partners.

“You’re so good at business,” Gladys said, laying across Carol’s body, both naked and beaming from a day filled with receiving pleasure and dishing out pain. “We should partner.”

“I don’t like mixing business with pleasure, and the fastest way to ruin a friendship is to go in business with a a friend,” Carol said, her insatiable appetite pushed her face to Gladys, mouths joined, her hand taking hers, placing it over Carol’s clit. “Fuck me…Ohhhhh…”

Gladys jammed her fingers inside Carol’s pussy, loving the very person who was going to betray turn her world upside down.

“Ohhh….mmmm…shit…I’ve got to go to the bathroom.” Carol said hopping up, Glady’s fingers slipping out.

“I’ve missed you so…” Gladys said, watching her sit on the toilet and the stream of urine echoing in the large Master bath. “Can you move back and we make this a regular thing?”

“Perhaps,” Carol said, her intentions were to make this regular, but not in a manner she was ready to disclose to Gladys. “I have a flight, next time we can torture Brian together and ride that sweet cock into the night.”

“Yes, Mistress…” Gladys said giving Carol the response she wanted, then backing up into the bedroom and kneeling.

“Very good,” Carol said, standing beside Gladys who’s eyes were down. “Very, very good.”

————————————————————————————————-Nobody got to hear what Mel had gone through with Gladys, her orientation and what she was expecting heading to the complex Thursday ahead of Sunday’s Hades Night celebration. Everything had broken up and I had to take care of some business.

I returned from fucking Mary’s ass, finally feeling the effects of the evening and the past six weeks.

“It’s a good thing you’re retired,” I told myself walking into the house, the lights still on, Kaiser asleep on his mat. It seemed almost normal, even with the smell of sex on my body.

In the shower I had a moment of weakness, the water rushing over my tired and sore muscles. I wondered what it would take to pull out of everything, to try to put the genie back into the bottle, tell Mel I was sorry and just be married having vanilla sex again.

I dried, with a feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I saw Mel was fast asleep on the bed, naked. I remembered something she said.

“Being of service is sexy,” Mel admitted to me last week after I took her on the island, turning her body over to my centurions.

Naked from the shower, I knelt up on the bed and surprisingly I felt my cock rise. I positioned myself and pressed my cock to her large, used, cunt lips sliding forward inside my wife.

“Ohhhhh….” she breathed and didn’t really wake up.

I pushed deep inside and then just held there, spooning her before falling fast asleep.

————————————————————————————————-Spent from my duties the day before, I waited and I summoned Jill at Noon.

Mel fast asleep still, I needed to know the groundwork laid for the plan to take control of the society and all of the details.

“A strong, committed stable of dommes who can work with new dommes and submissives that will obey their Master and others on Hades Night is key,” Jill said to me the night after I took her brutally and control of Camilla, Brian and Nikki.

Mary was key piece that’s why I solidified her role in our stable last night.

Jill said Nikki was working on getting me an inexperienced Mistress. I needed clarity into what the Hades Night celebration would involve and how the takeover would commence.

It was due time, I opened the door to see my submissive dominant was dress as I had asked.

“Hello Master,” she said, refreshed and ready for the day in a white sundress, cardigan sweater, no bra or panties, her nipples slightly hard from the 50 degree weather outside

I nodded, she bowed and made her way inside to the kitchen, we had decided to play the roles 24/7 from here to Hades Night.

“Present yourself,” I commanded and Jill immediately spread her legs wide, and folded forward, her tall, lean torso moved down. I lifted her dress and it slid over her hips and down her body, landing between her hands on the floor,

“Ohhhh, Master…” she moaned, my lips pressed to her cunt, naked and folded in the kitchen, she pleased me.

“Lay across our Island,” I commanded, the place we started this whole thing her dress on floor, she pushed away the magazines and she presented nicely, my cock hard and I dropped by sweatpants and boxers.

“Ohhhhh SIrrrrrr!” she sighed aggressively, my shaft parting the folds. “Ohh. Ohhh.. Ohh….Ohhh..”

My stamina had greatly improved though use and practice. I was fucking my submissive Mistress just outside the bedroom door, my wife was sleeping just 15 feet away, the absurd scene sent my arousal through the roof and produced a quick climax.

“Ohhhh, you please me Mistress…OHHH!” I exclaimed, pushed into her and came. Her body pressed back against me, getting every second of fading erection, I pulled her up and held her while I receded out of body. Kissing her neck, I cupped her breasts, slipped out and turned her.

Looking into her eyes, naked on our “altar”, her hands moved gently to my face. We had connected before, this moment was a combination of everything we had shared between the first and this time.

We kissed softly, slowly, her eyes down, I placed my fingers under her chin and got her gaze again, pressing my lips to hers and we melted into a long, open mouthed kiss, tongues together.

I reached down and picked her dress up, handed it to her.

“Let’s talk business,” I said, using one of my phrases to slip out of our roles, motioning to the swivel chairs in front of our back windows.

“Yes, Love…” she said, slipping her hand in mine, feeling drawn to her from inside, a moment I would call upon a midst the of chaos that would come later.

————————————————————————————————-“We are a week out, Urich!” Mistress Night said, the sting of her whip on Brian’s ass, being placed in shackles against the wall, his legs attached to a spreader. “That’s all you have for me!”

“AGGHHHFFF MISTRESS I SWEAR!” Brian took another shot, after being paddled, sodomized with a dildo, flogged and his cock swatted till his balls were swollen.

“Your WIFE is up to something,” Mistress Night spoke indignant. “If she wasn’t turning over Puella (Mel) to me, she would be here too. Do you understand how much you still owe me? The life of my husband?!”

“AGGHHHFFTTT! AHHHH!” Brian wailed, the whip’s tip hard and creating welts. “I swear, she’s loyal…loyal to a fault, Mistress! AHHHGFFFTT!”

Carol looked on from above, wanting to stop Gladys, her feelings for Brian stronger than she’d like, the punishment was in beyond torture realm.

She forced a smile and nodded in approval to Mistress Night when the domme would turn to her for approval.

“I’m going to rock your world, Gladys…” Carol said with a long grin standing above her and her world.

————————————————————————————————-We hadn’t made love prior to this moment, I was sure of it.

Fucking Jill from behind weeks ago on the island was extra-marital hot, then it morphed into domination and Jill’s thirst for a new pair of submissives, while training me to dom her and others.

This time it was love making on the island (or altar), now we were playful talking about the upcoming weekend, my mind drifting to Jill more than the strategies.

“First, it’s about the chips you own, think you own, or acquire that night,” Jill said, running her foot up my leg. “That’s happens during the first hours and it’s important, though not the deciding factor. begin successful in that phase gets you in the game and THEN the competition begins.”

“And you earn chips by controlling or being controlled, each dom, domme and submissive having the opportunity to accumulate them by executing their roles,” I repeated Jill’s words, her foot now in my crotch, it reminded me of a first date back in college with a young lady who wanted me badly. “So your subs and dommes get those counted towards the stable’s total and each stable controlled it’s multiplied.”

“Yes!” Jill said, her foot getting a little response from my over used member. “So getting Ron to branch out into Cardinal Creek, AND working with Tina’s Mistress is huge!”

“Then….Oh Christ, Jill…Ohhhhhh…” I moaned, looking at her smitten expression, her foot still in my crotch, she stood, pulled it back then dropped to her knees, face in my lap and soon I was in her mouth. “Ohhhh, Goddd….Ohhh…”

It was nearing 1 p.m. when the bedroom door swung open slowly, Mel in a robe went and got coffee, glancing at Jill on her knees between my legs just momentarily.

Pouring the cold liquid into a cup and heating it in the microwave, her arms propping on the ‘altar’ where I just fucked Jill.

I looked at my wife, Jill’s head pushing down making the sounds, knowing I wouldn’t cum, she pulled off, then licking the shaft. Mel came over and sat in Jill’s chair, watching her head bob, rise to suck the tip.

Mel just sipped her coffee.

“Our new normal,” Mel quipped, sipping again, her robe parted, her breasts behind the fabric peaking out,

“Ohhhhh,” I moaned, Jill circling the head with her tongue again and again, angling to get a glimpse of Mel, drinking in the caffeinated heavy dark roast, Jill’s hand stroked me. The novelty of the situation, a true first, our Mistress, my submissve Mistress, and my wife, who’s technically in Jill’s stable, watching me get head.

“Join her, Wife!” I commanded, leaning back reasserting my role.

Mel took another drink, rolling her eyes a little and then slipped to the floor, letting the robe fall off, running her hand over Mistress Jill’s body, sliding her over. I moved to the edge of the swivel chair, my ass cheeks now split with the front of the cushion, allowing my balls to dangle.

Jill slid down and took my shaven grapes into her mouth one at a time, while Mel began swallowing my cock, something she did for the first time just four weeks ago, she was now almost expert status.

“Fuck…” I whispered, I couldn’t believe what I was feeling, the two closest women in my life servicing me at my command.

Jill licked and batted at my sack with her tongue, lapping from underneath, her hands holding her position on my thigh. Mel kept sliding it into her throat and back out, popping up to spit on my head and driving back. Her experience and precision got it sliding fast, the gurgle and sounds moving me quickly there.

“OHHhhh God…OHHH! Take it, share it with Jill,” I commanded, my rush coming, My hands in Mel’s hair and sides of her face pulling her off. Like a broken line in the back yard the fluid rushed up and out of the hole, quantity suffering from overuse.

It ran down my shaft and to my balls where Jill licked and sucked it off my flesh, Mel, letting the first two spurts run down before covering the head and sucking like a straw. Jill worked her way up and was on the shaft when Mel pulled off.

Jill pushed up and forward into Mel, her hands on Mel’s breasts and began kissing her, them sharing my meager offering, tongues dancing. They continued for a few minutes then instinctively both crawled up my body, I had sat back and they took turns kissing me and we had a three-way kiss for the first time.

They retreated into the other chair, Mel on Jill’s lap, kissing and fondling, no roles needed in the moment, I just watched.

“Can we get back down to business ladies?” I said.

“Yes…. Sir…” they said together with an impish tone.

————————————————————————————————-Gladys was done with Brian, torturing him, trying to get information, using new mental tricks and torturous methods.

“I’m not sure, Carol,” Gladys said. “Brian’s never been one to open up and enjoys torture as much as anyone.”

“So you feel Brian and Jill and in line and there are not many wild cards out there?” Carol repeated Gladys own words, she had stripped down from her Mistress Night persona and put on slacks and a nice floral blouse, her bra pushing her breasts up nicely. “I know you have a meeting at your yoga studio, but I’m leaving in an hour.”

Carol was playing her role perfectly.

“I will be in the neighborhood making visits…” Gladys responded.

“Don’t miss any detail and check in on Master Donnie” Carol asked. “I don’t want surprises for you. You brought me here to consult and I’ve been very blunt.”

“You have and it’s appreciated,” I’m heading out now.

The two kissed long and deep, Gladys ran her hand through Carol’s fine hair, and to the back of her neck, a bit of a power move. Carol normally would have countered, but needed her to be gone.

Carol waved from the steps of the main house as Gladys pulled away, then she made her way to the dungeon where Brian was caged.

“Oh my pet, I should let you ride me one more time, but I have a plane to catch,” she said on her haunches peering into the three foot tall cage, her fingers on Brian’s face. “You have served us well today. I will be in touch with more instruction.”