Becoming the Dominus Ch. 04.1bycreepyrj©
So here is the hopefully much anticipated part four of Becoming the Dominus. I have to profoundly thank my editor for his awesome work. Winderboy is the shit and that's all that needs to be said. This chapter is very long so i broke it down into parts. I hope you enjoy and please vote and comment. All criticism of a constructive nature is appreciated. Above all this is a story of fiction and as such is meant to be enjoyed, I hope a lot. So without anymore words from me here it is and please enjoy!
It was amazing how fast two weeks went by. Before I even realized it, it was the Friday before Goddess Amber's gathering. Everyone was excited to go and I had even gone out with Rayne for the attire I was going to wear to the function. She spoiled me by getting me a very nice black Italian suit with a crisp purple silk shirt to go with it. The tie was silk as well, and had an intricate purple and black design on it. The shoes were Armani leather, and really set off the whole look. I looked slightly retro, but totally modern and distinguished at the same time. I didn't know what Rayne was going to wear. She was keeping it a secret from me, but I knew it was likely to blow my mind. Kim had been threatened with no sex for a year if she told me anything so she wouldn't even give me a hint. Her devotion to me was nothing compared to her love for her mistress and her deep need to be fucked regularly.
The house was spotless since our new maid, Bethany, really took to her duties well. The threat of going to Mistress Danielle was putting her on her best behavior. To avoid the fate of being tossed around by Bull, she took to sitting down to pee. Seeing a grown man dressed like a sissy maid was weird to me at first, but I got used to it pretty fast. I realized that if that's how she wanted to live her life, I didn't have a problem with it. Apparently, she had just been fired from her 'real' job and moving in to the house full time as our maid was better than being homeless. I don't know why Rayne took her in, but I decided to be nice and let her keep her new favorite toy. Rayne took time every day to reinforce Bethany's transformation. She spent at least an hour in the dungeon fucking her new pet in the ass with various strap-ons and dildos. I never went down to witness the spectacle, but I knew it was happening. Bethany would come out floating after every session.
A few days before the gathering, Rayne wasn't acting like her usual, confident self. She seemed very withdrawn at times, but I figured she was just nervous about trying to make a good impression so I let it go. Kimmy continued to be a bundle of sexual energy and I was happy to use her whenever Rayne seemed less interested. The sex was nothing short of mind blowing. She seemed very stimulated with anticipation and was just a plain horny little slut the entire time. She would wake me up every day by either sucking me off or riding me like a nymphomaniac cowgirl.
Rayne did surprise me the day before the big night. I was watching a preseason football game and she walked up to me without a sound. I saw her out of the corner of my eye. She was topless and only wearing black short shorts and nude stockings. She dropped to her knees and wrapped my cock in her massive tits and stroked me for all she was worth. I looked down as she stroked my shaft and flicked her tongue across the tip. I had an amazing view of her the entire time. After several minutes of tit-fucking, she swallowed me whole, gagging on my prick every time I hit the back of her throat. Watching her drooling obscenely on my cock was nearly too much for me to withstand. I told her I was nearly there and I leaned back while she stroked me wildly and licked the tip of my cock until I exploded like a fountain. She threw her head back as nine huge ropes came blasting from my cock. She looked up at me seductively with her tits and neck covered in cum. Her tongue went back to flicking the head of my cock and she smiled at me impishly. Then she got up and walked away with her tits still drenched. I wanted to just lie there in my satisfied stupor, but I was intrigued by what else she had planned.
When I went to find out what she was up to, I had only to follow the sounds that were coming from her office. I looked in to find Kim on her back while Rayne shoved her cum soaked tits into Kim's face. I stared in wide amazement as Kim rubbed her dark face along Rayne's pale tits and licked her thick sperm drenched nipples. They were being very dirty and it was fucking awesome! I watched quietly as they proceeded to play a little game where Kim was a scared little girl being dominated by her busty teacher. I nearly blew another load as Rayne spanked her with a ruler and then used a dildo to fuck her like a savage beast.
The sight of Rayne's tits as they swayed to and fro while she pounded Kim without mercy was the last straw. I ran into the room and filled Kim's mouth my rock hard cock and the game immediately turned into 'the Principal fucks the scared little student AND her busty teacher.' My next ejaculation went all over Kim's taut belly and then it was Rayne's turn to clean it all up. The sight of Rayne's tongue dragging across Kim's tummy to slurp up my sperm was so inspiring that I started another game called 'Josh fucks Rayne hard till she nearly blacks out!'
Sadly, as soon as we finished I got a call from the office. Some fucking idiot drunk driver went off the road and crashed into one of the cell towers in my zone. He didn't wipe it out totally, but the telemetry was totally off and the satellites couldn't find sync with the grid. It was almost 9 P.M. and by the time I was done, it was nearly 10 in the morning.
I was completely exhausted when I finally got back home, but I wasn't done with work yet. I still had to go to the office to update the servers and get the whole grid back in sync. Ordinarily, I would have been extremely pissed about it, but the memory of why I was so tired kept me going with a smile. When I practically crawled into our room, I was simply looking to change from my overalls into a clean uniform before heading back to work.
Then I saw Bethany bent over doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing. I tilted my head to see she was in Rayne's lingerie drawer. I crossed my arms and cleared my throat loudly. Bethany jumped up and spun around to see me standing there with a seriously unhappy look on my face. She was caught red handed with Rayne's panties in her hands.
"You had best be folding those neatly and putting them back where they belong, little girl, or we are going to have some serious issues," I said coldly.
She folded them up and put them back quickly and shut the drawer. She turned to me and knew she was caught so she didn't deny it. She walked up to me and got to her knees in a pose of supplication. When I looked down at her I noticed she was starting to look slightly different. I knew Rayne had started making her wear corsets to work on her hips, but I didn't realize she had gone a step further than that.
"Now what would your mistress say if she caught you like that?" I asked her in a very disappointed father-like tone.
"I'm so sorry Dominus. I was only looking, but I couldn't stop. My mistress has such pretty lingerie that I couldn't help myself," she said, her voice breaking.
"She does indeed my pet, but that doesn't give you the right to go through her things without her say so, now does it?" I scolded her.
"No my Dominus, it doesn't," was all she said.
"Over the bed, skirt up! We'll make this quick since I have to get back to work," I said dismissively.
She crawled over the bed and I saw that she was wearing a thong. I had no idea where she had hidden it, but I didn't see her dick anywhere. I took off my belt and gave her twenty-five hard lashes across her pale ass. Seeing her hairless legs and butt cheeks was surprisingly stimulating while I spanked her hard. I actually felt my cock starting to throb under my overalls, but I wasn't ready to take that step just yet.
"Anything else you need to be punished for?" I asked after doling out the final lash.
"Y-yes Dominus, I was late in making Mistress' coffee," she whimpered.
Ten more stinging smacks with my belt ensured that she would be a good girl the rest of the day.
"Listen to me now, Bethany, I have to go back to work. When I get back, I want the bed ready for me because I need some sleep. I want to be woken up at 6 P.M. No exceptions. I don't care if I get here at 5. Understand me?"
"Yes Dominus, I will wake you up at 6," she replied like a good little parrot.
I changed quickly before getting back into my car and heading to work. 'Denial' by Sevendust was blasting through the speakers, helping me stay awake. I made it to work in good time, but when I got inside it was utter chaos. No one knew what the fuck was happening and they were all making things worse trying to figure it out. I blew a sharp whistle and they all shut up. I went through the reboot checklist by the numbers and four hours later I was done and the system was up and running. We still had to make sure the tower was stable, but that was not my job. I signed off on the papers and went over the updated signal with my boss.
I looked at the clock and it was nearly 3. I looked at her with my sleep starved eyes and she let me go. It was almost 4 when I finally got home. I was a wreck as I fell into the bed with my clothes still on. When I got my wake up call, it felt like I hadn't really slept at all.
Bethany's voice brought me out of my slumber as she shook my arm. I opened my eyes and it was just 6 PM. I was not happy to be awake, but the ball was at 8 so I needed to be dressed and over there by 7:30.
"Mistress Rayne and Lady Kim have already left, Dominus. They gave me instructions to help you dress and go. Here is some coffee for you," she said politely and handed me a cup of strong black coffee.
I sipped it and blinked my eyes a few times to break up the caked-on sleep gunk from them. I stood up, drained the cup in one big gulp, and stretched my arms skyward. My back muscles strained and the joints creaked and popped loudly. I looked to Bethany who walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower for me. She moved to set out my shaving kit, but I stopped her. I decided the shadow would add to my appearance in the suit. I went into the shower, scrubbed myself down and washed my hair. It had grown quite a bit since I moved in, and it was almost shoulder length. Rayne liked it that way since she got into pulling my hair while she wrapped her legs around my neck. Kimmy also liked to run her hands through it just because it was there.
When I got out and started to dry myself off, I noticed that Bethany was staring at my body. It was a little creepy, but I didn't mind. I decided to have a little fun so I walked up behind her as she turned to get my shoes. She was bent over and I stood behind her, completely nude. She turned into me and squeaked while I towered right over her.
"Enjoying the show, Bethany?" I asked, my eyes narrowed and my voice a deep rumbling.
"Umm...I...." she tried to reply as her face flushed.
I laughed and cupped her face with my hand. She actually rubbed her cheek along my hand and it was an interesting feeling. Her skin was very soft, but I relented. I took my hand away and went to my dresser. I got a pair of black silk boxers and put them on. Bethany came into the room and helped me finish getting dressed for the big night. When I was done, I took a moment to look myself over in the mirror. It was an impressive image. Before all the work I had done in the last few months, the suit would have looked ridiculous. Now, my chiseled figure filled out all the right areas. As I slid my jacket on, Bethany handed me a purple handkerchief. I folded it and put it in the pocket of my coat like a real gentleman and almost wished I had a fedora to go with.
As I looked in the mirror I suddenly wished my Grandfather could see me now. He would have liked the suit. As for the women in my life, he would have complimented them for being beautiful, but that would have been it. He was a loyal man who had loved my Grandma faithfully. She had died shortly after him of pneumonia, but we all knew it was really from a broken heart. When he had passed away, she had become a woman who was simply waiting for her time to join him. She would cry herself to sleep most nights and her last words in life were his name. I was there when she died and my own heart broke at that moment. I remembered wishing for a love that was as strong as theirs had been. I knew now, that although my love may be very different from the one they had, it was just as strong.
I walked downstairs and Bethany followed me like a good servant. As I reached for the coffee pot she got it and poured me another cup. I smiled my thanks as she curtseyed and left. I sat down and sipped the cup slowly, hoping to wake up a bit more for the long drive ahead. I looked at the clock and it was already 6:45. After I downed the cup, I called out to Bethany.
"Yes Dominus?" she asked me simply as she entered the room.
"I'm leaving now. No one in or out and keep the place tidy. When we are on the way home I will call the house. The phone will ring only two times then I will hang up. When you hear that signal make the bedroom ready for us and have out the bath items Kim needs to make it. Understand?" I told her.
"Yes Dominus," she replied and curtseyed.
I went outside and got into my car. Rayne's Bentley was gone and Bethany's Toyota was in the garage. I fired up the engine and smiled as the thunder of it was loud enough to wake the dead. 'Themata' by Karnivool started playing on my playlist and I roared down the road to the inspiring lyrics.
As I drove along the road on the coast highway I saw the GPS leading me along a very upscale area. I felt very unsure of myself as I saw the manor up ahead. It was truly magnificent. It took serious money to live here, but this house represented both money AND power.
The manor was at least twelve rooms wide at the front and four stories high. It looked very European and grandiose in stature, like it had originally been built there and then shipped here in pieces. I knew right away that I was in way over my head when I was stopped at the gate by eight armed guards with body armor and assault rifles. They had legal versions of the M-4 carbine or LWRC PSD assault rifles slung at the ready. There were obviously VERY serious people here if they had this type of security. I was granted access after they thoroughly searched my car.
I wondered what would have happened if I hadn't presented the ornate invitation as I drove the rest of the way up to the house. It was done in old fashioned gold embroidery, but the inside was very modern; containing a bar code and picture of myself on it. The invite had been swapped for a key card with the same bar code and picture on it once security had cleared my car.
As I found my way to the parking area, I took in the view of the front lawn area. It was massive. There were streams and fountains that fed the immaculately tended gardens as the driveway wove its way through them. I drove along the winding route until I ended up getting stuck behind a few limos and other high end cars. It took me about twenty minutes to finally get to the front door of the huge manor. More security as well as a small army of valets and attendants stood outside the elaborate entrance that more closely resembled a fancy hotel instead of a house. I pulled up and got a small, gold token from the valet before he drove away to park it for me. I walked up the steps, keeping an eye on the guards who were all packing state of the art hardware as well. They all looked to be former 'special forces' and the firepower they carried seemed excessive. The way they handled the crowd was textbook military crowd control: Polite but unyielding.
The walkway up to the manor was as grand as the gardens surrounding it and as I entered I was shocked at what I saw inside. The grand foyer and main hall to the main audience chamber were lined with various models in fetish clothing like living art. The effect was breathtaking as I walked slowly behind several of the other guests. The models stood frozen like statues, some looked to be reenacting various S&M scenes. Their semi-nude, erotic bodies seemed to clash and blend with the opulent surrounding at the same time.
When I reached the elaborate flying staircase, I realized that all of the models were subtly posed in a way that they were actually pointing the arriving guests in the direction of the gathering. As I continued on, I heard music playing and when I reached the top of the landing I saw over three hundred guests milling about a massive balcony area. Almost the entire second floor was dedicated to the gigantic ballroom which had several double-door entrances. As I looked at all of the guests wearing their finest I managed to pick out even more security in perfectly tailored tuxedos. They blended in well with all of the regular guests looking just as distinguished as any of the other gentlemen present.
The women were a different story. Never in my life had I seen such a dazzling display of elegance and grace. Every one of them wore devastatingly beautiful evening gowns that seemed like rags compared to the actual beauty of the women themselves. The sparkling jewelry on their wrists, necks, and ears were mere baubles; achieving nothing more than a distraction from the intensity of the person wearing them. I felt like an imposter who would be recognized any second by the members of this wealthy and distinguished society.
I made my way to a nearby bar and ordered a double Black Label. While I waited for my drink, I tried to get accustomed to my new environment. The people here, while rich and powerful, obviously had their kinks. I noticed many of the women had some form of S&M wear on whether it was a jeweled collar or an elaborate corset. The men who were submissive all had something indicating their status in some way. The waiters and waitresses were all wearing French maid outfits with collars or formal English butler tuxedos. Most of the male waiters wore leather masks and the women held masquerade ball masks.
As I scanned the crowd, I saw the cream of the business world mingling with a few athletes and singers. I even saw a movie star being fawned over by a group of women. The races were as diverse as a U.N. summit meeting. White and Black, from Asian businessmen to Arab sheiks, they were all here and represented well. Everyone seemed calm and relaxed on the surface, but the air held a tangible energy of sexual excitement that was building up for the right moment. It was like a calm, sunny day just before a massive thunderstorm rolled in.
As my drink was handed to me I noticed a stunning woman approaching the bar. She was easily over six feet tall and very sensuous. Her bust dwarfed Rayne's and her curvy hips were in a word, breathtaking. Her long, auburn mane was perfectly straight and fell down her back past her shoulders like a waterfall at sunset. Her gown was a strapless, single piece with a long slit up the side, revealing the top of her sheer stocking. The deep blue silk hugged her body like a second skin, accentuating every curve of her lithe body. Its simplicity achieved more than any elaborate design ever could, allowing her natural beauty to shine without distractions. Her feet were perched in open toed pumps with ankle straps of blue suede that matched her dress exactly. Her neck was adorned with a sapphire and diamond pendant that matched the earrings dangling from her delicate earlobes. Her deep brown eyes shone with a subtle flame as she sized me up. She smiled warmly as she deftly tucked a few loose strands of her hair behind an ear that begged to by nibbled on. The gold bracelet on her wrist glinted in the overhead light and I could see that it was engraved with a name. She stepped up to the bar right next to me and ordered a glass of wine as if she hadn't even seen me.