The Ritual

I was sore all over from the assault on my body with the riding crop. It wasn't a stinging or burning sensation. It was more of a dull ache all over and my tits and pussy lips were very sensitive. I was afraid to touch my clit, which felt like it was on fire. Man what an experience. He had taken me to the edge and strangely I wanted more. Not know obviously but soon. I wasn't sure what the ritual was but I was excited to participate. I had some doubts and wanted to see the contract that he had for me. According to him, it was an ancient Sanskrit master-slave agreement that once signed was unbreakable. It was signed in blood by master and slave and the blood came from a tattoo on the Perineum of the master and slave. He would get an M and I would get an S.

I was lying in the master bed covered in a healing poultice made of seaweed, herbs, and aloe that a Japanese business partner of his had shown him. It would hurt like hell for the first hour or so and then over time soothe and take away any bruising. I was to lie like this for 12 hours. He had lain a thin but incredible warm blanket of merino wool over me too and I was getting drowsy from the herbal tea he had prepared for me. I fell into a deep sleep and woke to the smell of fresh coffee and George sitting beside me on the bed. I felt really warm and incredibly relaxed.

"Good Morning Macy. How are you feeling?"

"I feel good. Relaxed, not sore at all really. I can't believe it."

It was true, I didn't feel a thing but wondered how I looked. When I had gotten up after George finished fucking me in the ass, I gasped at the state of my body. My beautiful tits were scored with welts, especially on the side with a couple of dark, purple spots that looked badly bruised and my pussy lips were a dark red and very sore. I was a bit sad when I saw that. George came behind me and wrapped a thick white robe around me, kissing my neck and telling me that my sacrifice honored him and that he would take care of me with an ancient remedy taught to him by a Japanese business partner that would heal my bruises overnight. I was still sad but trusted him. He led me to bed and he had taken care of me with this strange but amazing remedy for bruising and soreness.

I was glad I trusted him. I got out of bed and looked at myself in the large mirror at the foot of his bed, where I had watched him fuck me so beautifully and though there was still some slight discoloration on my breasts, my pussy lips glowed a warm pink and my skin had a beautiful luster to it. I was astonished.

"I can't believe it, George. They're almost all gone and I don't feel any pain."

"I told you I would take care of you. Have your coffee and a shower and meet me in the kitchen. We have a lot to talk about."

He had laid a beautiful white, terry cloth robe, short, and sexy but warm, with the letter M in blood red on the left side of my chest. The robe barely covered my ass and I liked that sexy feeling. Like he could grab me and fuck me easily with this on. Anticipating that possibility I decided not to put any underwear on and went out to the kitchen. He was in a similar robe but longer, looking over a document that looked like an ancient scroll.

"Have a seat, Macy, while I discuss the terms of the Helotry. Helots were a group of people, placed in servitude in ancient Sparta. I have studied Sparta extensively and as you have seen in my collection, I admire the way they trained and their warrior mentality. They were cruel to their helots, but my contract has been revised for modern times. You see Macy when I met you and saw the fire in your eyes and the way that you comport yourself, I knew that you might be suited for this. It's not for the weak-minded who lack character and it requires someone that I admire, lust after every moment of the day, and who has the ability to take the pain that goes with this.

Sometimes as you learned last night, I like to engage in S and M. I haven't met anyone that I have desired enough to make them my helot. You are the exception. I am very attracted to everything about you and want to fuck you in every position and in every way possible. Beyond that, I want to elevate our sexuality to the spiritual. Where we take our bodies past our limits and enter an enlightened plane. When I fucked you in the ass after beating you for almost an hour, I felt like I was joining with you in so many different ways. Connecting to your spirit. How did you feel?"

I thought back to the sensations and emotional state I was in and shivered a bit at the realization that I had been transported in a way I had never expected.

"I felt like that scared little girl that lived inside of me was set free. I could almost feel her leaving my body. My whole life, I've felt guilty about how much I enjoy sex, and sex that is taboo to some people. The kind of sex, where you release to that feeling of helplessness and being overpowered and dominated, but never past the point of control, just like last night. I felt at times that I was in danger or that you were maybe someone I didn't know and I was afraid, but I also wanted to allow myself to feel that sense of freedom. My body responded once I let my mind go and I feel different now. I feel like anything I want I can get and that I don't have to be ashamed anymore."

I started to cry and looked at George, embarrassed but saw that he too was crying. He came over to me and we sobbed in each other's arms.

"I think I'm falling in love with you Macy," and he smiled.

"I know it's soon and we just met, but I felt something about you when we first met. You are a woman of great strength, passion, and character. Let's just enjoy every moment and be honest with each other completely. I'll promise to try and hear you when you speak and be attentive to your needs and honor who you are as a person."

I smiled and felt so much warmth and love

"I'm overwhelmed and overjoyed George. I've never been truly in love with anyone. I've had my share of heartache and truthfully have built walls around me. Please be patient with me, but know that I feel a strong connection to you and I am always honest. To a fault. It gets me in trouble sometimes and some people can't handle iit," I said laughing

"Let's go over the contract and we can discuss what's next. Read it through and let me know what you think."

The top of the document said

Helotry Agreement

for Macy Montreaus

On this date, Jan.10/2020

I, Macy Montreaus do willing enter into an agreement with George Morris to be his Helot. The term is indefinite and can only be broken by mutual agreement. If the master does not concede freedom to the Helot, the contract is binding. A Helot may petition for freedom, but it must be agreed upon and can onlyt be broken by the ritual of the snake. This ritual is not to be revealed unless necessary and never discussed by the Helot.

The contract will be made whole by the sharing of blood in the sacred circle contained below and sealed by wax. Tattoos must be administered and the blood from each mixed together to create the bond. The Master will consummate the agreement with the ceremonial Fascinum from Sparta and take his seed and inject it into the Helot in all of her sacred holes. Only when each hole has been filled with the Masters seed will the ritual be complete. The Helot will complete the ritual by bowing to her master and prostrating herself at his feet for the final ceremony.

The ritual is complete after the Diamastigosis ceremony.

There was a line with mine and George's name at the bottom. He had already signed his name . Underneath it was a circle with the symbol of an Eagle in the middle of it.

"I have a few questions George."

"Go ahead"

"What do this words mean, Helot, Fascinum and Diamastigosis."

"Helots were slaves in ancient Sparta. I have studied the Spartan life and try to use its virtues and discipline in my business and personal life. It's been very good for me. The Fascinum was an early type of vibrator made of bronze metal. I had one made specifically for you Macy. I measured you when you were sleeping and it is designed to fit your body perfectly. It will penetrate your pussy and anal region at the same time. I guarantee the sensation will be like nothing you have ever experienced.

The final ritual, The Diamastigosis, is the one that may cause you the most concern. In this ritual, I will whip you with a cat of nine tails, made of soft leather in front of my closest friends and business partners, Leonid, Kyoto, Ming and Alexa They will bear witness to your ascension to my Helot. You cannot ask me to stop or the ritual will be incomplete and you will have to leave my house forever. This cannot be changed. It is sacred law. The whipping will stop when the witnesses say to stop, and that will be determined when they think you have been broken. If they think I am holding back they will tell me and if you give in too quickly, they can call for a dismissal. Which means a break in the contract."

"Honestly George, I am more than fine with everything but the last ritual. I'm very turned on by the idea of being your Helot and going deeper with our sexual journey. I just don't fully understand the Diamastigosis, is that how you say it?"

"Yes that's correct."

"I actually loved being whipped by you. I felt so much pleasure and so many sensations of lust and longing, I can't wait to do it again. I want to see how much I can take. Is that weird?"

"It's not weird, it's the beauty of submissive sex. You release to the unknown and that thrill and sensation of being out of control and vulnerable makes your body and mind go wild."

The only thing I don't get is why the audience at the end? I'm uncomfortable with that."

"It's an ancient ritual from Sparta. Warriors were trained from a young age to endure hardship and pain and this is their manhood test. If they passed, they were given warrior status. I knew that you could take a lot because of your martial arts background, but I had to see last night, if you could handle it on a higher level. The ritual tonight will be harder and more painful but you can endure it if you really want it. The ascension is difficult for a reason. Becoming my Helot is an honor and not to be taken lightly or gained easily. I will not hold back. I will whip you hard and for a long time. You will be bruised and sore, but we will bond in a way that is greater than the physical or emotional. It is a spiritual bond. As my Helot, when I ask for sex, you must surrender without question.

It will not always be that way with us, but when I demand it, you must obey. The slightest hesitation and you will be beaten. Do you understand. I don't wish to hurt you in anyway, but that is the terms of the agreement. The rewards and pleasures are far greater than these minor details. This I assure you. Your every need will be taken care of. You will never have to work again. You time is your own, unless called for by me. I will provide you with your own room here and a home or apartment near by, paid for in full and a new car of your choosing and one million dollars in your back account, as well as a monthly allowance of 5000 and all of your expenses paid."

"Holy shit George, it sounds like I would be your call girl."

He looked deeply into my eyes and paused before replying.

"This ritual is something I have never offered and never wanted to offer. A call girl is beneath me and insults this tradition. Being my Helot is a sacred gift I offer you. Don't make that mistake again Macy."

I was embarrassed at my ignorance, but very overwhelmed.

"I'm sorry George, my head is spinning. I need some time to think about this. Who are these people who would bear witness to me and why?"

"Leonid and Kyoto are my business partners. We met when I was in the army and I trust them like no one else in the world. Alexa is my bodyguard and a devoted employee. Extremely smart and deadly in all martial arts and weaponry and counter intelligence. She is also bisexual and incredibly beautiful. She wants to meet you."

"Really! That sounds very intriguing to me George. I've had sex with woman before and I really like it."

"You'll never experience anything like sex with Alexa. She's incredible."

I flushed a bit, feeling quite jealous.

"What about Ming?"

"Ming works for Kyoto. She is a master martial artist who trains him and is also a traditional Japanese tattoo artist. Her body looks like it is sculpted out of iron, powerful thighs and chiseled marble ass, with a V shape like a man's, powerful shoulders, traps and short thick muscular arms. She is almost masculine in a way and yet can be exquisitely feminine. She is better than all of us at martial arts and is extraordinarily devoted to Kyoto. Her own body art is incredible. Like a beautiful Asian watercolor, all over. She works in the nude and loves to pleasure you with her mouth and hands when she is tattooing. It makes her very horny. She will be doing our slave and master tattoos if you sign the agreement."

"Wow, I feel like I'm living in a Tarantino movie George."

We both laughed and it was a welcome break in the conversation.

"I'll leave you for a while Macy and come find me in my study when you want to talk okay?"

"Alright, thanks for understanding and I'm sorry if I insulted you George. It's a lot to take in and I wasn't thinking."

"I understand and I overreacted as well. I love you Macy, no matter what you decide."

"Thank you George. I think I'm falling for you too. Just give me time. I haven't had great relationships with any sense of trust to them and it's going to take me some time."

"That we have my friend."

I went for a long walk around the property to clear my head. I hadn't even been outside since we fucked by the pool. My head was spinning, one minute I'm cleaning his house in a tiny, sexy outfit, then he's nailing me poolside on a deck chair, then we fuck in nearly every room in his house, in every position imaginable, I play dress up in a kinky superhero outfit and he beats me in a martial arts battle, chains me to his bed frame and beats the clothing right off of me literally with a riding crop, then fucks me up the ass hard and I loved every fucking minute of it. What the hell was happening to me? Was I alway this wild, sex-crazed nympho who is now seriously considering becoming a sex slave in an ancient ritual that involves me being tattooed by a muscled Japanese lesbian, fucked by a giant phallus, cum shot in my mouth, pussy and ass, then whipped without mercy in front of four strangers and I'm not allowed to complain or ask him to stop, or I lose everything. If I can take it, I'll be his Helot, an Ancient Greek slave girl that he can fuck whenever and wherever and however he wants and I'll be financially set for life. This was too much.

I needed to sit down. I sat for along time on a bench under a tree near the pool and tried to think it through. The only thing that really bothered me was being whipped naked in front of four strangers. It felt like I would be shaming myself, being made a fool of. I had to understand this better. I didn't really need all those things, the house, car yes, mine wasn't great and the money, well who wouldn't want to be set for life. I just didn't want to be seen as a whore. That bothered me and it really upset him, so maybe it was my perception of it that was influenced by how I was raised. I walked back with a clearer mind and wanted to discuss the Diamastigosis to see if we could sort that out. If we could figure something out that made me more comfortable, my answer was a definite yes. My cunt tingled at the thought of being tattooed and fucked by this ancient phallus and then George having his way with me. I was also really turned on by seeing what Ming would do to me.

I found him in the study, napping in his chair. I touched him gently on the shoulder,

"George?"

He snapped up, grabbing my hand and twisting my arm hard.

"Oh shit, George stop," I yelled, startled and in pain.

"Oh my god, Macy, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, you startled me more than anything," I said rubbing my shoulder that hurt more than I let on. What the hell was that I thought to myself.

"I forgot to mention to you, never wake me like that. I have a defence reflex and I can't always control it. I'm so sorry. Come here."

He stood up and hugged me. He was still in his robe and naked underneath. I was wearing a track suit, thong and bra and I felt his cock rising against my sweet cunt. Oh I wanted to fuck him, but we needed to talk first. He pulled back first.

We both said it at the same time,

"We need to talk, " and burst out laughing

"Have a seat on the couch with me."

We sat on his couch and he took my hand looking into my blue eyes.

"How was your walk Macy, you okay?"

"Yeah, it helped. This is all very overwhelming George. So much has happened in a short time, my head was spinning a bit. I've never felt this attracted to anyone in this short of a time."

"Me either Macy. I've never done what we did last night. It was incredible. Watching you chained to my bed in that sexy outfit and the way you took the crop. You make me wild with passion and lust. You're so beautiful," he said staring deep into my eyes.

I blushed and felt my face burning and suddenly without warning, tears came to my eyes.

"I'm sorry, I've kept so much inside for so long. Men haven't been very good to me George and this is just so overwhelming."

He handed me a Kleenex and sat waiting patiently for me.

"I want this George. I want to be your Helot and serve your every need whenever you want me to. I want you to take me to the limits of my imagination, physical tolerance and beyond. I appreciate your offer too and I know it would be such a wonderful thing for me not to worry about money. I've worked very hard and welcome this in my life. Being whipped in front of your business partners, bodyguard and tattooist seems a bit degrading. That's the only thing that bothers me now."

He stared into my eyes for a long time and then replied,

"Let me tell you about Leonid and Kyoto. My dad was a bastard. If he wasn't beating me it was my mom so I made sure it was me before her whenever I could, but sometimes it would be both of us or just her which hurt me more than his physical attacks. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and left home at 18 to join the army and that's where I met Leonid. It seemed I had a talent for the army and was quickly recruited for special ops.

I served all over the world and was posted in Russia for a while. I met Leonid there and we became friends and then business partners after our service was done. Kyoto and I met while on a trip to Japan. He was training at a dojo with Ming and several of his business associates. I stopped in to train and he kicked my ass, badly. I had to learn from him, so I spoke with him afterwards and convinced him to take me on as an apprentice for a year. We also went into business together after that. Alexa works for Leonid too and I met her through him when I told him I needed a good bodyguard with smarts for certain trips abroad that I had to make. She is amazing at what she does. What I'm saying is they are the three people that are closest to me in the whole world. I trust them more than anyone.

The ceremony requires witnessing and they have to hold me accountable to the ritual. If I waiver or go easy on you in any way, it disrespects the tradition and I like you and may waiver."

"I understand but it still feels like I'll be very exposed and vulnerable."

"They aren't allowed to talk and will be wearing ceremonial hoods. You won't even see their faces and the ceremony will take place in the basement by candlelight. You will transcend your earthly limits and experience ecstasy I promise you and I will protect you. Once it's done, they just leave, no talking and I spend the rest of the night caring for you. Ming will help with the healing. She's incredible.