Secrets Of The Stallion

The chair was a tribute to her, celebrating her for shaping him into the man he was today, showing her the depth of his feelings for her. Carefully she had unlocked the shackles that kept him bound, buried deep in the core of his being, waiting for the right one to set him free.

That first night he strapped her down, she had submitted completely to the man she had awakened and brought to bloom.

That night Titus claimed her, made her his woman and attached her soul to his. A bond that seemed unbreakable. The connection they made that night was overwhelmingly strong. He had let all inhibitions and restraints fall from him, letting out the powerful Master that he didn't even know had existed in him.

She was taken, again and again in the tidal wave of lust and passion he washed over and demanded of her. She gave herself freely and willingly to still his feverish hunger, feeding on his passion to still the hidden need inside of her.

But when the exhausting night turned to day and she awoke, she was unable to withstand the strength of what had happened. She gave him back the collar that he had put around her neck. The morning after strapping her to the chair and taking her as his, she was gone. Gone forever, too overwhelmed.

'He' disappeared after that, going into hibernation.

But tonight Titus had felt His presence again, a stirring in his core, awakened by the atmosphere in the Ice House. Almost forgotten and welcomed with a frown. Something here had nudged Him and He was opening his eyes, lazily stretching out and yawning after being dormant for so long.

Titus and Brandy wandered into the corridors and nearby dungeons and looked at some of the equipment on display. They touched and commented on some of the items and smiled at each other. Their eyes connecting now and then, flirting in their subconscious.

Titus felt it in the atmosphere. There was something about this place and something about the woman next to him. He felt her eyes on him as soon as he stepped in to The Great Hall, and now, walking beside her through The Ice House, her presence and closeness stirred the desire in him.

Lost in thought, Titus followed Brandy's lead and commented on the items she pointed at, the words flowing knowledgably from his mouth quite unconsciously. The world he had kept buried for so long.

Flashes of the past kept showing him the images of that first night and he relived the same strength as he felt then.

The soft touch of Brandy's arm brought him back to the present, almost walking in to her as she stopped to listen.

A singer had broken out in song. It came from the Great Hall. He stepped in next to her, turned his head and smiled, then focused his attention to the song, shrugging off the fog of the past and finding root in the present

They had reached the Great Hall and listened to the end of the song. Titus watched the singer step back to his earned place, obediently looking to the floor next to his Domme. Applause cascaded through the room, then faded slowly away. Guests started chatting again after a few moments of silence, the tension had heightened. A submissive was to have a collaring ceremony this night.

A hint of Brandy's perfume drifted up to Titus's nose and he wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her soft body against him. He let her feel his strength and determination as he gave in to the urge that lingered inside him since she joined him at the marble altar.

Slowly he leaned in, locking her eyes with his and followed a direct path to her lips. Moist and warm, he laid his lips on hers and kissed her. The touch of his mouth on hers clearly stated his intentions, expecting her to answer his kiss and not accepting a refusal. Her body was already pressed tight against him, her lips parting slightly and he claimed the room given, slipping his tongue through her lips.

Brandy's heart rate rocketed as he kissed her.

He passionately, directed the movements of their tongues as they danced together. He felt her body go soft in his arms and the stir in his loins turned to a sea of waves, rolling and crashing inside his core. The feeling was overpowering, tugging on his restraints, sending a rush of adrenaline and testosterone through his veins.

He was awake!

Jake had joined Safira and the other guests and chatted pleasantly. Soon though, he began to feel restless and was eager to see the layout of The Ice House. It wasn't often this place was open in all its glory to non- members and he wanted to take full advantage of his invite.

He whispered to Safira, "I'm going to take a stroll around The Icehouse and take in the dungeons." Safira nodded and continued to talk to one of the guests in the group.

Jake went to the open bar and ordered another gin and tonic and then headed for the dungeons that were open to guests that night.

He saw one of the patrons of the bar he knew, Janine, a Domme here in The Ice House. He chatted to her and enquired permission to take a look around her dungeon. She smiled and permitted him to look round giving him the necessary directions. He followed them, seeing other groups of people looking round in wonder too.

He entered the corridors that were lit with the fire lanterns on long sticks. He also thought it strangely medieval. The naked and semi naked submissives in chains and collars displayed on round stands, stood like statues. He looked more closely at them to see if they were breathing. He was fascinated that they had allowed themselves to be decorations for the night.

He wandered on and arrived at Janine's dungeon and marvelled at the wheel and cross. He admired the intricate craftsmanship and shuddered at the shackles.

A servant of the dungeon suddenly approached him, "Excuse me Sir, I am a demonstrative submissive, if you wish you can try this after the ceremony," she stated. "My Mistress has instructed me to take care of guests and show them how this wheel and cross is used."

Jake turned to look at her. She was very pretty and dressed in a beautiful midnight blue evening gown. She was wearing a matching collar. The zip at the back of the dress would allow for her to easily step out of it and he wondered idly what she had on underneath it. She stood quietly once her invitation was delivered.

Jake smiled at her and teased, "You mean I can shackle you to that naked and spank you?" He gestured towards the Wheel.

Her eyes had lowered after initially inviting him and remained on the floor, showing her submissive status.

"If you wish, Sir," she answered.

Jake suddenly felt quite important at the respect she was showing him as she stood there, head bowed.

"And what else am I invited to do?" he asked her, getting a glimpse in to this private and exclusive world of The Ice House and the power that Masters and Mistresses have over their slaves.

"If you mean can you fuck her on the wheel, then yes you can," The Mistress of the dungeon spoke as she entered. The servant went to her and knelt beside her obediently as her Mistress stroked her hair.

It was Janine who he had spoken to a few minutes earlier and Jake chuckled at his friend.

"Are you tempted Jake?" Janine laughed with him.

"You have no idea," Jake replied. "Is it handmade?" He asked, changing the subject and touching the carvings on the wheel.

"Yes, I had it made in Africa and shipped here," The Mistress replied. "You can look round the other dungeons too. I recommend you try the swing.

One of my other pets is demonstrating that tonight as well."

"And can I fuck her too?" Jake's mind was incredulous at the thought.

"Oh, I would insist. And anywhere you wanted. She has been duly prepared," Janine teased him, referring to her three body orifices. She sensed and enjoyed his shock as her words sank in.

"Please feel free to look around here and the other open dungeons. I hope we will see you later," Miss Janine teased him as she leashed her servant and finished her sentence with a loud, "Without clothes."

Then he was left alone with the wheel and St Andrews Cross wondering at her wicked words.

He saw the other dungeons open and people looking around, so he too wandered from dungeon to dungeon. He saw stocks, pillories, crosses and devices he had no clue to the function. He saw various instruments; paddles and canes; handcuffs, swings and a million different whips. He saw that some of the equipment had submissives assigned to them for the guests to try and use as they wished.

He was amazed at some of the items and the thought that had gone into tonight's preparations.

He found a side door that lead up to a small enclosed courtyard and stepped into the warm night air. He lit a smoke and thought of the things he had seen and heard. An idea began to form in his head and it grew bigger as he enjoyed the tranquillity of his drink and cigarette.

He eventually crushed out his smoke, tossed the butt in the can by the door and headed back to the party. He spotted his boss and good friend, Brandy and approached her from behind. She was chatting with Safira, Titus and others. Jake tapped Brandy's shoulder and asked if he could have a word.

She turned to him and smiled, "Of course."

As Jake took Brandy's attention, Safira asked Titus if he was looking forward to the night ahead. He smiled at her and she saw an excited gleam in his eye as he looked at Brandy. "I am. Are you? He asked.

"I am. It's a bit exciting. I've never been to a ceremony or party like this before. I'm glad, I have Jake with me and friends like you and Brandy close by," Safira laughed.

Jake grinned at Brandy and said, "I'd like a favour if I may. Any chance Safira and I can use your harem room later?"

"Sure," Brandy smiled, "Feel free, but it might get a little crowded later on," she smirked wickedly.

Jake chuckled at that thought, thanked her and joined Safira at her side. He took her hand and turned her so he was looking right into her sea green eyes.

"Do you trust me?" he asked seductively.

Safira looked puzzled at the question and replied, "Of course I do Silly."

"No, do you really, really trust me," Jake asked again and explained his idea. She listened tentatively and her eyes widened and gleamed. An excitement unfurled in her tummy. Then she nodded.

Jake screamed silently "Yes," and was jubilant at her nodding head. Then he whispered aloud, "That's all I need to see and hear," and kissed her forehead.

Safira blushed as his idea sank to every corner of her brain and to every cell in her body.

Titus pulled Brandy to a more secluded corner of the room, away from the group talking. He wanted to kiss her again. He lowered his head to Brandy's. She sensed a shift in Titus's inner self, maybe going even as deep as his very soul.

He had a strength and confidence that wasn't quite as evident as before. A determination in his kiss that stated his intentions of claiming this woman, Brandy, as his.

His tongue teased her and invaded her mouth, taking and leaving her in no doubt of his desire.

She felt his grip tighten on her waist, and then his hand, moved up , fanning out on her lower back pulling her closer to him. His other hand cupped the back of her head. He gripped and pulled her hair a little, controlling her movement.

She responded to him, excited by this change. His lips moved against hers. His tongue ignited the passionate woman inside her. Her body came alive and she felt his interest as his cock stirred against her tummy. Their bodies ground together a little. Brandy's breath caught as his kiss deepened and became stronger. Her body flushed and became soft and compliant to his seduction.

Titus ended the kiss, tenderly, but the warning of what lurked beneath had been given. He moved his lips to her ear, nuzzling her gently and stated "I am going to fuck you tonight."

Excited, Brandy's eyes widen and she blushed. Butterflies summersaulted in her tummy. A warmth descended throughout her body. In silent answer, the primitive, female animal inside emitted pheromones to tantalise the senses of the man uttering such words of promise.

Brandy wanted this man, and, he knew she was his for the taking.

She reached for another flute of champagne as a servant with a tray passed by and nervously took a sip in a futile attempt to settle her reeling senses.

"Would you like a tour of the place?" Brandy asked, hoping her voice didn't betray the strong attraction she had for him and quite forgetting that she had already shown him around once.

"I would like that very much," Titus smiled. He hadn't forgotten.

He took her hand and indicated that she lead the way. They made their way to the end of the hall to the sprawling corridors that lead to private and empty dungeons.

"Are the dungeons all occupied?" he asked.

"I don't believe so. Some are taken, some are waiting to be occupied and some are empty. There are some for display purposes tonight, for the ceremony, to show the kind of equipment that is used for sexual pleasure," Brandy answered and then grinned wickedly, "And for pain too, if that's your thing. There are even demonstrative submissions for guests to try out."

As they made their way through the stone walled corridors, they passed some submissive slaves of both sexes, placed in specific places. They stood on display in silent obedience, much like statues in a great mansion. Some were naked except for collar and leads, some were dressed in various leather and chain costumes, and some wore chastity belts and cock cages.

Brandy pointed out the dungeons belonging to Crystelle and other friends of hers.

Titus appeared thoughtful, "And how would one apply for one of those empty dungeons?" He asked.

"I'm not sure. Mine was a gift. I believe prospective Doms or Mistresses could put an application for one to Crysti and her management to consider.

They would then decide whether to formally invite that person to become a member of the Ice House or not." Brandy answered, "I believe this place is considered very exclusive and one of the best for the BDSM kink. To be offered a dungeon here is considered a great honour."

Titus was thoughtful again and they arrived at a display dungeon and looked at the various sex toys and contraptions. Titus appeared to recognise some not familiar to Brandy and answered some of her questions. They picked some up, feeling the textures and speaking of incidents where they may be used.

Titus moved in close behind Brandy, brushing his body against her as she examined a vibrating egg. He looked at it over her shoulder, his fingers moved over hers mirroring the stroking action on the egg. He caressed it and her hand suggestively. Sexual tension filled the room around them.

He nuzzled her ear and said, "I want you to wear it. I want to put it inside you. I want you to wear it in the Great Hall with all the other guests. I want to be the only one who knows it's there and..." He smiled picking up the remote control, "I want to keep the remote control."

Brandy swallowed, as once again her body responded to his very wicked words. He switched it on and she felt the egg vibrate in their hands.

Titus smiled. He felt her body go soft against him as the egg started to vibrate on her palm. A soft moan escaped her lips as his words sank in and she imagined it placed in her body. The spot light above them caught the egg in its glow making it their focal point in the room. He wrapped his arm around Brandy and started to move her further into the dungeon, finding the room to open up at the back with a table in the centre.

As they reached the table, Titus took the egg from her hand, shutting off the vibrations and turned her in his arms. Then he took a step back and let his eyes drift over her body, mentally peeling her clothes off her sensuous body. He saw the spark in her eyes, one of excitement and anxiousness, but no refusal. On the contrary, her look invited him, almost daring him to rip the clothes off her body and take her there on the spot.

But not yet.

"Lift up your dress."

Titus's voice was commanding, leaving her no room for any other action but to comply, locking her eyes in with his. Her hands drifted down her body, grabbing her dress and inching it up her legs and over her hips. She trembled slightly, partly aroused, partly nervous, seeing a new side of him, she had never seen before.

Titus stepped forward, hooked his fingers into the slender straps around her hips and pulled her panties down, exposing her womanhood. He had not seen her sex before and he admired her red pubic strip and puffy moist lips. He let his hand slide up the inside of her thigh and cupped her sex with the palm of his hand. He felt her tremble when he tested her wetness with his fingers. As he pressed, he felt her lips fold back and she moved to guide him to her warm and moist entrance.

Titus smiled.

She looked into his eyes as he brought his fingers to his lips and tasted her desire. Slowly he licked the tips clean before slipping them inside his mouth one by one. His lips curled around them as he savoured her taste.

Yes. Tonight she would be his.

Titus stepped in close and pressed his body against her, reaching behind her and taking the egg in his hand. His other hand slowly slid up her arm, over her neck and shoulder, brushing her cheek with his thumb.

"Titus." She breathed his name standing there. Dress hitched up, panties at her knees and pussy exposed while he was fully clothed in his tuxedo. His crotch brushed her bare vagina, purposefully as reached for the egg.

Her voice was a whisper, her lips dry as her breathing sped up. The anticipation was becoming the master of her body. A pleading look in her eyes as she reconnected them with his, her head turning slightly away as he stepped in, overpowered with the look in his eyes. Titus smiled again, placed his finger over the lips of her mouth and moved his hand with the egg down her body. The smooth exterior of the egg travelled over her pelvis, making her legs tremble. Her body leaned against the table to support her, thrusting her pussy towards him.

Her eyes widened as he pressed the egg against her entrance, her mouth opened and let out a clenched gasp, her eyes closing firmly, trying to endure the increasing pressure against her sex. Her labia started to fold open, around the egg, touching his digits as he pushed the oval shape inside her. The resistance of her channel was strong as he pushed the egg through her opening, then the sudden deep sigh of relief as it passed through and slipped inside her body. It nestled inside her channel.

"I'm going to enjoy you tonight Brandy," Titus promised.

He leaned in and kissed her full on her mouth, pressing his tongue through her lips and claiming hers, chasing it through her mouth with his. As suddenly as he invaded her mouth, he withdrew his tongue from her warm cavity, stepped back and leaving her shaking against the table. The receiver of the egg clipped to her stocking, the little wire stringing downwards from between her lips, her face flushed and red, her eyes glazed over.

"Pull your panties back up, The Collaring Ceremony is about to start." Titus ordered as he heard an announcement for guests to take their places.

Titus turned his back to her, held out his hand and waited for her fingers to slip into his, feeling her body pressed against his shoulder and hip. He turned his head and looked at her face, her eyes locking in with his immediately, a soft smile of acceptance on her face.

"I'm yours, Titus." Brandy whispered.

Holding, his hand, they walked back through the corridors to the Great Hall. Brandy felt the weight of the egg inside her vagina, secretly sitting, waiting to be awoken by the remote control in Titus's pocket. The thought and feel of it teased her body as she walked, building the anticipation and naughty thoughts in her mind and bodily responses. The unfamiliar feel of the little wire that hung from between her legs and the receiver on her stocking tops only served to tease her more as they brushed against her inner thighs.