Roisin exhaled, trying to control her anxiety. The silk blindfold was tight around her eyes and she could feel the harsh bindings of rope around her hands and ankles. Her legs were pulled upwards and spread wide, indecently exposing her vulnerable loins to onlookers. The fibers of the carpet below her were soft and she could feel every bead of sweat dripping down her body onto the floor below.
Voices murmured around her.
"What a delicious looking girl!"
"Truly, Carmen's raised another incredible specimen."
"I do hope she auctions her off at some point. I'd love a slave girl like her in my household."
"I can't wait to play with her!"
Roisin had experienced many intense sexual challenges over her months training with Carmen. But to be left so vulnerable, with no sight or idea of who was around her, just desperate to use her like a piece of meat, was uniquely terrifying and erotic. Her cunt was hot, throbbing, slickening as her legs thrashed against the restraints.
She felt a puff of air against her public lips. Then two fingers roughly shoved their way inside. Roisin yelped and squirmed, preparing herself for the beginning of what would surely be an intense evening.
She was finally being introduced to the Society.
#
Six hours earlier...
"Good girl," Carmen said, pulling Roisin's head away from her satisfied cunt. "Your technique has improved significantly." Shimmering with post-orgasmic bliss, her breasts heaved under her nightgown, and she laughed as she pulled a few prickly, bushy pubic hairs out from Roisin's lolling tongue. The slut's face was red and sweat, smeared with the sweat and fluids of Carmen's nether regions. She had never looked more beautiful.
Dim light streamed into their hotel room, and Carmen bade Roisin make tea for them while she leaned back on the lounge chair and lit a cigarette. "How are you liking Lagos so far? I suppose you've enjoyed wearing clothes for a change." Roisin was nude in their hotel room but allowed clothes while they toured the city, so as not to draw more attention than she already would for her pale skin and red hair.
"It's grand," Roisin replied in her ringing Irish accent. "I never knew there was so much life here. And such a party scene."
"Yes, well, don't get used to it." They'd partied a bit this week but that ended now. "You're officially entering your Femina training today, and being formally introduced to the Society."
"Yes, Mami," Roisin said, approaching with two cups of tea on a tray. "What will that be like?"
"Don't worry about that. The less you know about your initiation, the better." Carmen smirked, quite looking forward to watching the pack of insatiable dommes go to town on Roisin. "What is important, however, is the hostess of the event. You see, I've actually an ulterior goal in introducing you to the Society, beyond simply completing your training." She took her tea and blew on it to cool it down.
Roisin's lips parted over the cup of tea. "Oh? And what's that, Mami?"
"In order to complete your Femina training, I want you to help me achieve my goal. To become Headmistress of the Society." Roisin seemed like she was about to giggle so Carmen gave her a cold glare. "I assure you, this is quite serious. There has not been a Headmistress in quite some time, and I have always sought to be the youngest Headmistress in the history of the Society."
"The Headmistress is the leader?"
"The Domme of Dommes, if you will. Currently, our Society is ruled by four Archdommes. I am, of course, one of them. Neither of us has achieved sexual dominance over the others, and as such, none of us can be the Headmistress. Of course, we've made our attempts, but none of us will submit to one another." Carmen took a long sip of her tea and watched Roisin mull this over. She was a clever girl, all things considered. And she liked a challenge.
"So you need me to help you dominate them?" Roisin said, frowning. "And how do I do that?"
"Each one presents a unique challenge. But essentially, you would submit to them and learn their methods of pleasure, their weaknesses, and you would provide me an opportunity to bend them to my will." Carmen set down her tea cup and rose, her bountiful derriere glistening with sweat as she placed it in front of Roisin's face. Without hesitation, Roisin slurped up her tea and spat it into Carmen's asshole, her tongue following rapidly afterwards. Carmen's rosebud contracted sharply and hissed against the hot liquid, quickly lapped up by an obedient tongue.
Carmen groaned contentedly as her little fuck slut got to work.
"Buena rojita,"
she said, laying her hands on the coffee table and thrusting her colossus further into Roisin's face. "I'll figure out how to dominate them. I just need you to win them over. To seduce them." She reached into her bag and pulled out a folder, laying it on the desk. "This folder contains all my information on our first target, Archdomme Niobe. Just as with my name, that is her Society name. Study it, and make sure you please her tonight." Roisin's tongue slapped noisily on Carmen's perineum and the Latin beauty decided the lecture was over. Her fingers clamped down tightly on the edge of the desk as she unraveled once more.
Roisin truly was a prodigy.
#
There were thirteen attendees tonight. Some slaves, some Feminas, and four Dommes. One of the Archdommes had sent her lover as a proxy, which would normally have been a disappointment to Carmen, were it not Thea. "It has been far too long, darling," Carmen said, wrapping her arms around her former apprentice. Though they all wore masks, Carmen could recognize everyone with ease. She kissed the blonde briefly on her cheek and examined her over. Clad in a standard, dark ceremonial dress, Thea looked every bit as stunning as she had the day Carmen had met her, a lost, confused university student, in need of sexual and spiritual guidance under Carmen's stern hand.
"Mami," she said, her lips parting into a beautiful smile. "This one you've brought is so lovely." She looked back towards Roisin, who was currently being prodded at by one of the other Archdommes. "I have to admit, I am a little jealous. I couldn't bear not being your favorite student."
Carmen cupped the younger woman's cheeks. "I still have your painting displayed so proudly in my house. No one could ever replace you." But Roisin was truly quite special. In all her years, no one had ever approached Thea's potential. Not until Roisin. And with any luck, Roisin would help Carmen finally topple Thea's lover. "Your mistress wasn't available, I presume?"
"Madame is busy, I'm afraid. Business. But I'll do my best to test this one out." Thea giggled. "Not a difficult task, of course."
Carmen grabbed a glass of wine and laughed. "My sweet, do as you please. She's one of mine. She doesn't break easily." Carmen watched as Archdomme Hera extracted her fingers from Roisin's cunt, splattering wetness onto the carpet. Thankfully it had been designed specifically for such purposes. Roisin truly looked beautiful right now, legs splayed out and suspended from the ceiling so her dark, pink, labia peeked out tantalizingly, and her dark anal valley, marked with red foliage on the rim, was shaded beautifully in the light from the chandelier.
Hera walked over to Roisin's face now, and pulled up her dress before lowering her cunt to Roisin's face. A sly smile crossed Carmen's lips. While Roisin couldn't see the silver-haired woman in front of her, it was someone she knew very well indeed. None other than her own, dear, chief editor - Ms. Bonham. No doubt Hera - or Helena Bonham, as she was known outside of the Society - had sent Roisin to Carmen as part of a scheme to win in their games of domination, but now Carmen was going to turn the tables.
Thea was now positioned at Roisin's cunt. Carmen sipped her wine, feeling her pussy slicken. Things were about to get interesting.
#
Roisin's loins were on fire. That woman had pummeled her cunt mercilessly, probing with three fingers, occasionally shoving her thumb up the Irish girl's ass. Pain and pleasure had been building towards a fiery, fast orgasm, but of course, as usual, she was denied. Left wanting more, her pussy dripping, she squirmed and groaned, her nipples puffy and uncomfortable. Now a cunt was presented to her and she responded without thinking, her tongue sweeping out in quick broad strokes down the labia.
She thought back to the file, and the information presented to her. Niobe was an African woman with strong, muscular legs, and an overpowering scent from her cunny. This woman was nothing like that. Roisin probed around the contours of her mons with her tongue, tasting and mapping the terrain. This woman's cunt was dry, almost salted, reminiscent of Miss Azad's toughness but lacking in sweetness. She was older, but sardonic and tough. Strangely, though, as her nose brushed the patch of fuzz hanging over her cunt, Roisin smelled something familiar. An aroma that was almost inky, rich. There was something like
deja vu
with this woman, and it made her nervous.
