Cardinal Bay and Cardinal Creek are separated by a walking path and a bridge, ornate and classic in it's look, 18 years old now, still holding up and a great selling feature when houses go on the market.
For the first time in a decade the Supreme Grand Mistress's stable is being challenged by upstart Master Donnie, who has linked himself with many players attending in an effort to gain control of the secret society.
Please enjoy as we reintroduce EVERYONE to you as they have been assigned a Circle of Hell (from Dante's Inferno) and must perform in character to gain status and favor for their stables.
Edited by JacobRiley49
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Halloween - The Party
Gladys Night stood in the middle of the Complex Command Center, looking at the 20+ screens showing bodies in various states of dress or restraint; performing in various capacities in numerous BDSM scenes. It was a glorious conclusion to a year's preparation bringing in over 100 participants. She turned and left, a meeting with her stable was about to commence.
Outside the meeting room I paused to check myself in the mirror. For a 62 year old woman, who hadn't had work done, I looked stunning. My makeup and hair artist had styled me ready for the long evening, night and morning that lay ahead and I smiled to myself, noting how sexy I looked. It was a deliciously naughty smile, thinking of the debauchery I was about to partake in with our guests.
First I had to talk to my Stable - Grand Mistress Night's Demonic Plague.
"Good evening Brothers and Sisters of tortuous pleasure," I said, entering the room of over two dozen men and women ranging from 18 to 56 years in age. "We are about to make memories, leaving marks - literally - on those we share scenes with, and will endure delicious pain, leading to climaxes that will ring through our bodies, keeping us satisfied until next year."
The sea of dark leather, black eye liner, white faces, thick lipstick, studded armbands, collars, spandex and silver chains were hanging on my every word. They had to, or be demoted on the spot and sent to the 2nd circle of Hell -Lust - where they would be tied down to take on everyone's assorted idea of sexual excess and perversion.
"I love a captive audience, almost as much as a single captive," I jested, getting nervous laughter from the group. "I know you will do well, many of you have been here a week preparing to rule your scene and bring our stable back to power for the first time in nearly 20 years."
There was thunderous applause, for not only did I get to stay in command of the complex that served the two developments, but the winning stable received dominant status over the other stable members for the year (should they choose to use it).
The truth was that many had been in contact with me on and off for the full year and were skilled in winning scenes both as dominants or submissives. I had no doubt of the performance standards of my stable which was second to none, and would produce numbers in the competition that would set records.
There are variables that have appeared over the last couple months that have me worried. Losing tonight would mean I would have to relocate after residing in the Grand Master Mansion for the past 15 years. I was going to have NONE of that!
"Grand Masters, Mistresses, Officers, submissives and Masters stay, the rest of you please go forth and make Duvessa (Dark Beauty) happy!" I said, again getting a roar of applause as they eagerly filed out of the room.
Brian, a 55 year old officer who has been banished to serve me as a slave, our chief accountant and the man who constructed the scoring system for the evening, approached me.
"Speak Shitstain!" I commanded, knowing to both listen carefully to his words, and not to trust him implicitly. He and his wife Grand Mistress Jill, who was 54 years old, have always looked for a way to take over my leadership, however they hadn't developed a strong enough stable to ever be in consideration.
"Mistress Night, you'll be pleased to know that Slut Mel has performed admirably during the auction, and over the past few days, and is ready for assignment."
"Do you have any suggestions, based on our need to maintain volume," I said. A slut earns just a few points per encounter, but any points are better than none.
"Circle Two gets so crowded with the pervs, and she will attract dommes as well as Masters," Brian said. "Circle Nine - Treachery - gets people in and out heading to other levels and their scenes will be swift."
"Make it happen, Shitstain!" I said, and he grabbed a two-way radio and relayed the information to the centurions holding Melanie Franklin, 52 (Donnie Franklin's 59, wife).
"Slut Mel is to be at Circle Nine at the beginning of the night," Brian said.
The reply on the radio advised 'She's requesting Circle Two'. Brian looked displeased.
"You best do what the Supreme Grand Mistress says - Circle Nine".
"Confirmed" he replied. There was a scream of defiance in the background of the communication before Brian turned the handheld off.
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"Don't be shy Slave, make sure you are in as many scenes as possible. Your... prowess...scores points no matter how worthless you are!" I said, further humiliating the man who had his dick in my husband Rylan's ass when he passed away,. "And don't get any ideas about Master Donnie's stable either!"
I turned and the rest of my Grand Masters and Mistresses were mouth agape, knowing my history with Brian and his actions leading to my being a widow. I looked around, straightened my bustier; breasts packed in tightly. The long boots, that bent at the knee even though they made it halfway up my thigh, shimmering. I had panties painted on so that my garter looked like it centered the 'panties', my pussy lips not protruding yet, though I felt a developing wetness as I surveyed all my scantily clad, fit, minions.
I was happy with the skin between the painted panties and my top; midriff admirable for a woman 1/3rd my age, my hair perfectly woven with leather straps and silver adornments. Even I would fuck myself if I had the chance to do some sort of out of body exchange.
"It's not about submission or domination," I said, looking out at the most powerful group of BDSM practitioners that I'd ever assembled. "It's about adhering to protocol and gaining or giving pleasure. You're all super talented, but don't let your egos get in the way. Now go dominate or submit, but above all enjoy!"
As the group filed out I called for Grand Mistress Jill.
"Yes Supreme Grand Mistress," she replied, bowing her head. Brian, her husband, is indentured to me at present, having been cock deep in Rylan's ass when Rylan's heart stopped in our marriage bed.
Grand Mistress Jill had recruited Master Donnie, offering his wife Mel as a potential Mistress - although she was first a slave who ultimately was too weak - and was then relegated to 'slut'.
"You will be demoted to slave after the proceedings this evening," I said with a smile. "You failed so many times to become Grand Mistress and the moment you do, you conspire to take me down."
As she started to reply, I yelled "Silence!"
You heard me banish Slut Mel to Circle Nine! She told me EVERYTHING! You gave your stable to an inexperienced infidel and you will all pay for it after tonight. Now....go! Enjoy your last night with any rank."
She bowed and scurried away, leaving me alone in the Grand Meeting room. There were 30 minutes to go until the official start of 'Hades Night' in the Great Complex's Grand Ballroom. I needed to get myself ready to speak to the contestants and participants, and begin the formal contest.
Truth was, the event had begun just after midnight early this morning, with each stable sending one member at a time for a 'one-on-one' contest to decide the seedings for the finals, which I was about to kick off. Even with as much power as I have, this was the cleanest, purest most unacceptable part, and is the foundation of the competition.
I had one stop before addressing my Kingdom.
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Circle Nine - Treachery.
There had been participants already in the Circles of Hell, since Midnight, like a carnival of carnal desires. I opened the door noticing there were over a dozen people preparing for the participants to exit the opening ceremony and make their way to participate in the various scenes. I looked around, knowing there would be at least one scene started already and I saw my niece, Lillian, whipping the naked body of our new slut, Mel.
"AHhggghhH!"
"You are a stupid, stupid woman!" Lillian cried out, pulling the whip back and slashing her ass hard. With the trust Mel gave Lillian, and the betrayal that Mel suffered, the roles should have been reversed, but she was my niece after all, and in the end, I'm the one governing how she is treated.
"Stop Child," I said, placing my hand on Lillian's shoulder. She immediately stopped and knelt on the floor, her head bowed.
"Good little Imp."
I walked around to face Mel. There were tears, but more importantly there was rage.
"Speak freely," I commanded.
"You CUNT! We had a DEAL!" Mel screamed, spit flying out at me, her body covered in whip marks, front and back.
"Your information has come in quite useful," I said, moving close to her face, her breathing elevated. "There is a way out for you, total freedom..."
"HA! FUCKING LYING BITCH!" Mel screamed, drawing the attention of scene keepers next to me. "Like I'M going to trust YOU!"
"Oh Dear, my treacherous act did fall upon you, but Circle Eight is Fraud and I can instigate fraudulent activity against our written agreement, overriding it with a carrot"
My black latex gloved hand, felt soothing; cool to her hot whipped flesh. "Ohhhh Mistress...."
Mel moaned, my fingers playing with the marks on her right breast, massaging the nipple. "What type of carrot?"
She had calmed down, my hand moved around to her ass, the marks there quite substantial. The after-care specialists were standing by, I motioned one over for some cooling cream, taking the jar from the lovely naked young woman. I opened the jar, curling the cream into my fingers and spread it onto her ass.
"Ohhhhh...mmmmmm...Mistressssss." I dispersed the lubricant over her smooth flesh, using my right hand. Still suspended by her wrists, spread like a star, her legs were cuffed so her feet were a little beyond shoulder width. "I will sign the paperwork to allow you to travel the Nine Circles."
I rubbed the soothing cream around her marks, over-applying, letting the translucent cream ooze between my latex covered fingers.
"If you complete the Nine Circles, including getting out of Circle One - Limbo - you have your release from the contract you signed with Grand Mistress Jill and myself."
"OHHHH! MMMmmmm....."
She cooed, my fingers moving to her pussy, parting her plump lips, two fingers going in deep. I knew she hadn't been entered yet, and each circle required penetration before moving onto the next level.
"OHHH MISTRESSS!! YESSS!" Her eagerness to fuck was only topped by the ease at which Mel orgasmed.
