An Angel Falls at the Dionysus Club

Stepping out of the car into the night air Diane drank in the facade of the club, true to its name the exterior of the two visible floors had an immaculate classical design. Imposing columns propped up elegantly decorated eaves. The balconies that sat underneath some of the tall stained glass windows were twisted with marble grapevines so beautifully carved as to appear alive. Cast in what appeared to be solid gold just under the apex of the entrance arch was the club's logo. A stylised bunch of grapes with a thorny vine wrapped around it. This was where she was to spend the next two years of her life, indentured at the most infamous den of hedonism in the world.

The Dionysus Club.

"My, my, tongue tied already are we? Well just wait until you see inside my dear." An electric shiver ran down her spine as the silky sinister voice of her new handler whispered in her ear.

Diane swallowed nervously as a gentle but unquestioning hand at the small of her back guided her towards the huge doors. Next to her handler, Medea, she could not help but feel like a mouse under the hungry gaze of cat. Not only was she taller than Diane but everything about her gave the impression of a woman who did not expect obedience but instead would make sure she got it. Their attire certainly did not help her feeling. Diane was in the loose fitting beige clothing she had been given to wear after her auctioning. During which the only thing she had been allowed to keep on was the grey heavy duty rubber collar around her neck. Medea, on the other hand, was in a rich dark purple blazer with a matching pencil skirt. The latter of which Diane noted had certainly been tailored to show off her well toned backside and legs. What she was most interested in however was Medea's collar. During their ride over here, she had been scolded for staring at it. It was an exquisite piece of leatherwork. The same deep colour of her suit and about 2 centimeters wide, it had the club's logo embedded in gold on the front. What fascinated her most however lay at the back. Securing the collar together was a dainty lock. Surely a fierce woman such as this was not owned?

"Ahem?" the disapproving tone of her handler snapped Diane out her musings. Too late she realised that she had stopped still in the middle of the club's drive. Medea stood a few paces ahead, Diane's leash in hand and an icy look on her stern features.

"Just what do you think you are doing?" Medea asked, words as perfectly formed as their speaker.

Diane felt the blood rush to her face, mortified she opened her mouth to explain but out came only mumbled words that barely formed a sentence. She felt the sting of the slap across her face before she had even registered that Medea had moved.

"What the fuck was that for?" she exclaimed in shock before she could stop herself.

Without hesitation Medea yanked downwards on her leash causing her to topple forwards into an undignified heap on the ground. The now not so gentle pressure at the small of her back told her that Medea had planted her foot there to pin her down. The soft chuckle told her Medea was enjoying this.

"Lesson number one little slave," came that cold voice from above her, "you serve to the club now and we only take the best. Ditzy headed daydreaming just will not suffice." The pressure shifted as Medea bent forwards to trace a finger down her cheek. "Don't worry though I'm going to break all those bad habits, whatever it takes. Now get up."

Clambering to her feet in no more dignified a manner than the heap she was just in, Diane bowed her head meekly.

"I am sorry ma'am. It won't happen again ma'am."

"That's better slave, with the correct form of address as well", Medea's calm and collected response both after such a show of power both terrified and excited Diane.

A few moments later they both reached the looming front doors. Medea knocked and the door swung inwards before her hand had barely left the dark wood. Remaining two steps behind Medea at all times Diane stepped over the threshold and softly gasped at the sight she saw within. Opulence, luxury and decadence had clearly been what the designer had been told to impose upon the space, no expense spared. The ceiling of the entrance hall towered above her, taking up both of the available floors. Halfway up the height of the room, the walls gave way to columns. Which allowed the many guests currently lounging, against the balustrade to observe what was happening below. All of whom were dressed in clothing far more expensive than she had ever seen in her life. Made all the more expensive by how little of it adorned many of their bodies. Once again Diane felt her cheeks burn pink at the plain garb she wore.The ground floor of the hall was, if anything, more richly decorated than the guests above it. Statues and tapestries lined the walls depicting people of all genders performing acts as lewd as to make Diane's blush deepen further. Swiftly she decided to glue her eyes to the floor ahead of her. As they reached the excessively large dark circle of wood that was reception desk Diane heard a soft laugh ahead of her.

"I am going to go out on a limb here, the pretty little thing that doesn't know where to look is our new purchase?"

She looked up at the man who had spoken, dressed in a suit that matched the style of Medea's and with his mischevious smile, he made a pretty sight for incoming guests.

"Oh that she is indeed, poor little lamb", came Medea's response, "is everything prepared downstairs for later?"

The receptionist's smile grew even wider.

"It is indeed, rather sad I can only watch though".

"I'll have my turn with you soon enough", Medea purred as she tilted the receptionist's chin upwards with one finger, "now be a dear and buzz open the slave dormitory door."

As they moved off towards a tapestry depicting a nude man and woman kneeling collared and nude, Diane cast a glance back at the receptionist. She noticed his collar for the first time. Wider than Medea's and with a single golden D-ring that the Club's logo hung off of. Before she could ask about it however Medea had pulled back the tapestry and was leading her through the door that had opened up behind it. The next few minutes were a blur, this part of the building kept the marble aesthetic but lacked any of the decoration. With no point of reference, Diane was quickly lost in the maze of corridors and doors. The only thing keeping her from getting lost was her leash. Eventually, they stopped before a door labelled "Shower and Changing Room", as Diane began to utter a protest she was pushed through the door. Inside she was greeted by a long room, showers to the far end, benches and lockers closest to her.

"Strip"

The single word spoken in a tone that brooked no argument sent a shiver running down Diane's spine. She turned to face Medea, eyes wide.

"Im sorry... You want me to... Right here?" Diane stammered out a response.

"Did you mishear me little slave? Do you need reminding again of what you are now?" Medea's hand grabbed her under the chin and tilted her eyes upwards.

"No, no I just... Could you turn around please Ma'am?"

"Oh no, I am going to inspect the product so to speak", replied Medea as she unclipped the leash and sat back on one of the benches. "You're an untrained slave here at the Dionysus Club, which means you don't get little privileges like dignity. Now strip, then stand with your hands behind your head."

Trembling slightly Diane obeyed, taking off her beige trousers and loose fitting t-shirt. The auctioneers hadn't bothered to give her any underwear. Biting her lip and screwing her eyes shut she stood as commanded. Feeling the warm air of the room caressing her skin. Just the thought of Medea's steely gaze passing over in this state was making her mind race. She was embarrassed, mortified at this treatment of her. There was something else there though, something that was only making the embarrassment worse. Some part of her was enjoying this. Some part of her she thought she'd buried long ago craved to feel Medea's hands on her. Judging her, appraising her like little more than what she had called her. A product. An object. It's this place she thought, all the sexual imagery on the way in. It had thrown her off that was all. She wasn't really like this was she?

It was just the slightest of touches but the sensation was electric. The sound of Medea's breath right behind her. The warmth of her body so close. Most of all, the feeling of one of her perfectly manicured nails tracing its way up her stomach. Her breath caught in her throat and stayed there as the sensation travelled over her underside of her breasts. Around her stiffening nipple. A quick pinch. Then the sensation stopped, and Diane finally let out her breath. Eyes screwed shut and shaking slightly she could not suppress the whimper as that voice dripped into her ear.

"Oh my little slave, who would have thought it. The demure little bitch enjoys being stripped and put on display." Medea's mocking tone elicited yet another whimper. "The club's members will love this, a filthy slut with the face of angel".

Diane's eyes shot open as she felt those nails again, as they traced their way up her inner thigh. The pressure of them greater than before. A few inches before her lips the sensation of the nails ceased. In their place a warm hand was placed right between her legs. Diane bit harder into her lip to suppress another whimper. It was taking all of her willpower to not start grinding against that hand. The other hand now, groped her peachy ass, did not help her resolve. That little voice in her head telling her she wasn't like this, she wasn't a slut, a harlot, was quickly being drowned out by a need she had not felt in years.

"Perhaps, I should have some fun with that pretty face first though", came Medea's whisper in her ear, making her heart pound even louder. "After all you newbies must serve all staff and trusted slaves to the best of your abilities. You are little more than entertainment after all..."

Diane felt Medea's hands cease their teasing, over her own heavy breathing she only just heard the command that came next.

"Lay on your back, now."

Embarrassment was overwhelmed by desire and Diane obeyed without hesitation. She opened her legs and looked up at Medea pleadingly.

"You silly little whore, did you really think I was going to please you?" laughed Medea in response.

In one smooth movement Medea hitched up her skirt and knelt down over Diane's face.

"No, I am going to use that pretty face before any one else downstairs gets to", grabbing a handful of Diane's hair Medea brought Diane's mouth to her pussy. "You better make me cum new girl or I will be very disappointed."

Diane lay stunned and still for just a moment. Drinking in the sight and scent of Medea's pretty pussy. It was very clear how much Medea had being enjoying seeing her so vulnerable. The realisation of which lit Diane's mind alight with lust. She grabbed onto Medea's thighs and dedicated every fibre of her being to worshipping the woman above her. Her tongue found Medea's clit and began to tease it with the lightest of touches. The growled exclamation of "fuck" from above her brought a smile to her face and she began to apply more and more pressure. Diane relished the sensation of Medea's hips slowly starting to grind against her mouth. Their pace increasing with the pressure of her tongue. The low, almost growled, moans that began to fill the room drove her lust deeper. The feeling of Medea's wetness coating her lips and chin was like no other. She felt a sudden tensing in the thighs her fingers were dug into. The moans fading into breathy panting. The hand in her hair holding even tighter. These were all as pleasure itself to Diane. Knowing she was causing this made her own pussy tingle with pleasure.

"Don't... Stop... You... Bitch..."

Hearing those words panted from such a powerful woman sent Diane's arousal skyrocketing. She gripped tighter to Medea's thighs and redoubled her efforts. By now Medea was grinding and bucking against her mouth with wild abandon. Still Diane's tongue found its mark. Then without warning Medea's thighs began to shake, her hand in Diane's hair buried her face between Medea's legs. What felt like an eternity later she heard Medea let out a long sigh and that beautiful pussy receded as Medea stood on visibly shaky legs.

"Did... Did I do well ma'am?" Diane asked, hair toussled, face flushed and coated with her handler's arousal.

"Ahem... Yes, yes, you did well l-little slave," Medea's usually pale face was flushed a deep red as she sat down on a nearby bench.

"Now go clean yourself up in the shower, you are quite frankly filthy."

As she walked back towards Medea, Diane tried her best to cover up her naked glistening wet body. The adrenaline and thrill had washed off in the hot waters. Leaving her reeling and shocked at what she had just done. Never before in her life had she even debated doing something so debased. Never before in her life had she ever felt so aroused, though. She'd noticed Medea fussing over her appearance in the mirror, once again she was looking immaculate.

"Now you're clean let's get you into your uniform for tonight", stated Medea as she looped two fingers under the rubber collar around Diane's neck. "But first let's get rid of this horrendous thing."

From next to a box that now sat on the bench Medea pulled a long, thin knife. For just a moment Diane swore she saw her handler's eyes reflected in its blade, a terrifying glint shining within them. Quick as a flash the blade was slipped under the collar and the rubber ring severed. With a look of disgust, Medea tossed it into the nearby bin.

"Thank you ma'am. That was really quite uncomfortable."

"Thanks are not needed there slave, that horrendous thing was an affront to my eyes."

Medea opened the box. Within Diane could see a pile of black and purple clothing, sat on top of which was a collar made of the same deep purple leather of the others she had seen. Wider and thicker than Medea's, this one appeared to lean more towards durability than understated elegance. Spaced apart at the front were three golden D-rings, the centre of which had a pendant of the Dionysus Club's logo hanging off of it.

"Ma'am, why do all the collars seem to be different?" intoned Diane. "Yours, the receptionists, this one..."

Medea looked at her with bemusement.

"You really don't know anything about the organization who bought you do you?"

Diane paused in towelling her hair to shake her head in response.

"Very well then. Class now begins it seems. As you know in this country, it is law that us slaves must wear a collar to mark us for the period of our indenture. In keeping with government guidelines these have an RFID tag hidden in the material so that you may be tracked and identified."

Medea picked up the collar from the box and opened the buckle at the back.

"These as you can see are not only superbly made but tell the world your worth here at the Club. The more of these D-rings you have the lower in the hierarchy of slaves you are. Three is as you are, a slave that is undergoing training. Almost the bottom of the pile. One indicates you have completed your year of training. You earn nicer rooms and better jobs. Finally, there are no rings, like mine. Beneath only the actual staff."

A wicked grin spread over Medea's face that made Diane's heart flutter.

"And with free use of the new slaves as well, a perk of the job if you will."

"You said I'd be almost the bottom of the pile? Does that mean there will be some beneath me," said Diane quickly changing the subject.

With that Medea's porcelain perfect composure cracked ever so slightly, her face paling.

"Yes... The slaves who disobeyed too often. For them there are punishment collars... You'll see one in the bar tonight."

"Why? What happens to them?"

"Just wait and see my dear. It's best you get the full shock of it. You're supposed to witness at least one during your training, you get lucky and see one on your first night. It'll either put the fear of god in you or make you misbehave on purpose. Though I can guess what a little angel such as yourself would choose. Now get dressed. You've a long night ahead..."

Although the uniform fit Diane perfectly, being dressed did quite the opposite of making her feel less vulnerable. The entire outfit was designed to show off as much of the slave as possible. The fact that Medea had referred to it as a "serving staff" uniform while she was securing Diane's collar in place did nothing to calm her. She admitted to herself that the heels were lovely, in that same deep purple. The stockings were a nice touch as well, thigh high and trimmed with purple at the top. It was the black leather miniskirt that stopped just short of covering her whole ass that was the first to give her pause. The deep purple leather strappy harness for her top half was the next. It hid nothing and instead seemed designed to draw attention to everything. As she stood to attention in front of Medea however, that other sensation returned. Arousal. Excitement. Thrilled at being so exposed under her gaze. As her mind flashed back to the memory of Medea's sweet pussy she hoped to whatever gods there were that the miniskirt would be enough to hide how aroused it was making her. Her mind reeled with how wet these filthy acts she was being made to do were making her.

"Turn around and bend over. Hands on the bench."

Diane bit her lip and obeyed. The humiliation of it made her legs shake and her breathing quicken. A tiny voice in her mind told her to arch her back slightly, stick her ass up higher. Before she knew what she was doing she had done it. The feeling of the air on her now exposed pussy caused her to moan softly. Her moans grew even louder and her eyes wide in shock as Medea's tongue parted her sensitive lips. The sensation caused her thighs to tense and lift her up onto her toes.

"Mmm you do taste as good as you look little slave. Though this soaked cunt has certainly given away how much you are actually enjoying yourself. You naughty little thing, face of an angel hiding a whore indeed!"

After a sharp smack to Diane's ass that made her yelp in surprise, Medea reached around and attached the leash again.

"Come now dear, is time to show you off."

"Don't you mean show me around?" Diane chuckled nervously.

"Did I stutter little slave?" asked Medea glancing back as she opened the door.

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Diane's heart thundered in her chest. Medea had led her out into the center of the reception hall and, with a coy grin, she had asked for the attention of the guests above. Then she had made Diane curtsey, first facing one way and then the other. Showing to everyone in the hall just what was under her skirt. Now she stood at the top of the stairs that led to the bar below. She desperately fought a losing battle to suppress the idea growing in the back of her mind that she had enjoyed it. Instead, she focused on the sight before her. One wide ornately decorated staircase with a dark red carpet leading downwards. How far down it went she could not tell, the bottom was lost to shadow. Flanking it was two other staircases that curved in and upwards joining together as they reached the first floor. Medea had stood to one side, watching her intently, a knowing smile on her face. Diane took a deep breath. She had lost a game and now she was bought. This was her life now. In that she had no choice. She could embrace it, though. This night had already been a whirlwind of delight. That part of her she'd always suppressed, for fear of looking improper. She could fall into it here, surrender to her deepest desires. Be nothing but the Dionysus Club's property and revel in it. All it would take is this first step.