Toy Dolls 7
Date Thursday, March 28, 2024 - 11:55 PM PST
Topic Entertainment


...I reached up for the blindfold, but her hand stopped me.

"No Xeno, for this one, I'll lead you in." I released my hold on the edge of the cloth and heard her get out of the car, a silent eternity in the dark later, I heard her open my door. She took my hand and helped me out of the car. She held my hand in her own and I followed as she told me where to turn and when to step up. I enjoyed the feel of her hand, marveling at how soft her skin was. I think I expected rough leather, or cold steel. But her hands were sensuously soft, and smooth as silk.
I noticed that I could hear the city around us, but beyond that I had no idea where we were. A slight breeze hardened my nipples and I could feel the texture of the shirt rubbing across them with each step. Bettie must have been wearing some scent I couldn't quite make out, and only became aware of when she turned and I nearly bumped face first into her. I could smell her hair and the gentle, not quite floral scent she wore. I realized it had to be the shampoo, but on her, it smelled different, better. I was nervous about what was coming, but for the moment, I let myself enjoy this unknown side of Bettie.

"We're here Xeno, step up one step, and then wait."

I heard her knock on a door, moments later it creaked, and a man's voice intoned. "You may enter." I smiled when I recognized Francis's goofy voice behind the butler imitation. Well, at least I would have one friendly face here.

Bettie led me through the portal and up a short flight of steps. When we were again on flat flooring, our footsteps echoed in that way only an empty room can echo. I felt a slight chill in the air. Bettie turned me to face her. "I'm going to raise your blindfold now, ok? My face will be the first thing you see."

I nodded and stood still while she slowly lifted the blindfold from my eyes. The light, while dim, was startling after I had no idea how long in the dark. Bettie had told the truth though, and the first thing I saw when the dazzle faded from my eyes was her face. I looked directly into her eyes and was startled by the things I saw there. I stumbled a bit though nothing had moved, and she caught me in her arms.

"It's OK, that can happen sometimes. Now just relax and lean on me for a second. It's OK, I have you." I leaned against her shoulder and breathed in the scent of her. It didn't necessarily make me feel any steadier on my feet, but it did make me feel a little bit safer. I took another deep breath and straightened to stand on my own.

"OK, I'm ready." I looked around and realized we were standing in a wide empty room, the floor was hardwood, and the walls were painted soft rouge. But aside from the doors behind and in front of us, we were the only things in the room. I looked at Bettie and realized I was still holding her hand. With some reluctance I released her and turned back to look her in the eye. "So, now what?"

"Now we go in." The hard Bettie had snapped back the second I let go of her hand. I was tempted to try and recapture whatever had been there, but thought better of it when I saw her eyes go silver to match the Japanese silk wrap she was wearing. I realized I had been so distracted this morning I hadn't even noticed the rather form fitting outfit she had put on this morning. Not that I'm a fashion maven, but when you are surrounded by the types of bodies and outfits that I had seen recently, you started to take notice. She wore silk, all of it silver, and the skirt, like the top looked like it was wrapped around her body for as form fitting a shape as possible. She looked great, but distant. I decided to leave her to her thoughts and stepped to the door.

Surprisingly, she followed. "They wanted me to come in as well." She replied to my questioning glance. I nodded, and opened the door.

I stepped through the door into the most amazingly plush room I had ever seen. Everywhere I looked, thinks were either upholstered in velvet, made of rich dark wood, or both. Behind a massive mahogany desk sat a man I had never seen before. He looked up as we entered, but otherwise ignored us. I could see he was deep in conversation with one of the five people sitting in front of him. One of them swiveled in a deeply cushioned and probably antique chair; before he was done flipping his legs over the arms of the chair, I could tell it was Francis.

"Welcome welcome master Xeno, or is it Master? We'll soon see won't we? But first you've already chosen your fate for the night and I can see neither party is aware it's started yet." He swung his legs over the back of the chair, turned to face the desk, and was silent.

Bettie leaned over to whisper in my ear. "The scary thing is half the time he makes sense the morning after. You never know with him." She stood up straight and took a step away from me suddenly when the man behind the desk looked up at us and folded his hands in front of him. I could tell we were next on his agenda.

"Welcome Xeno, come come, let me shake your hand. No need to be nervous. I understand Bettie has let you in on our plans for you this evening, no doubt you are raring to go eh?" I shook his hand and stood silently, unsure what he expected. It seemed this was the correct reaction, because he kept talking without pause. "Well, I'm sorry I can't stay to chat, but I'm a very busy man, the only thing left is to choose your Master. I just need to confirm a few things so we don't make any potentially troublesome mistakes."

He took out an expensive looking pen and looked down at a sheet of paper he held in front of him. "Very well, I understand you are straight as far as you know?" I nodded. "Good, good, I do so hate it when we get that one wrong, you have no idea how embarrassing it is to ask a homophobic straight man whether he prefers men or transvestites. Of course that has only ever happened once, and why we let a homophobe like him in the first door I'll never know, but these are the ropes as they say." He made a tick on the paper in front of him and then looked me in the eye.

"Are you ready to submit, to the best of your ability to an unknown Mistress, for the duration of one evening and one night to begin the moment you leave this room?" It sounded official, like I was signing away my soul. But it was only for the one night, and Bettie said I could stop things if they got too intense.

My voice was steady as I responded. "I'll do my best sir."

"Very good indeed! I like that, he even called me sir. Well well, what's left? Let's see." He asked me a few questions; I shook my head when he asked if I had ever served as a slave before, and nodded when he asked if the collar fit. "Ok, just a few more formalities, and we can get on our way. First is the choosing of a safe word, I want you to think of a word you would not be prone to say in normal conversation, nor should it be anything you might say in the throes of passion or...agony." he paused and put special emphasis on the last word and I again wondered just what I was getting myself into. But I had decided to go through with it, so I turned my thoughts to a good safe word.

I tried to think of something I would not say, but at first everything I came up with had a double meaning, at least in my mind. The word bear could easily rhyme if talking about someone who was nude, a few random words I came up with sounded entirely too much like the sounds I might make in the, as he had put it, throes. Finally I found a word that sounded like something that might work. "Chartreuse." I was sure I wouldn't be saying that in the course of the night.

"No, sorry. Your Mistress might wish you to order one for her or her friends at the bar. Oh, also words like 'stop', and 'no' are not allowed, for reasons that may become obvious later. Please try and think of something you would not be prone to encounter in the course of an evening at the sort of club you now know we run."

I thought again for a moment, and then it came to me, I'd never say it if I didn't intend to, and the sheer silliness of the word might help me relax if things got too intense. "Linoleum."

"Very good indeed!" He leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands together. "I can say for certain you will not run into linoleum in our sort of establishment."

"Very well Xeno, we will now choose your Mistress. Of course all this mystery is a charade, we were just finalizing our decision when you came in, but it's best if these things are done in the correct order. Xeno, your mistress shall be," He paused and I could tell he was enjoying the tension he created. "Your Mistress shall be, Bettie."

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I gasped, and Bettie one-upped me, she exploded. "What? But I only put my name in because Francis dared me! It's too soon. I need time after..." She trailed off when the man behind the desk stood and gave her a look.

"You have shown yourself to be an accomplished and caring Mistress, and the last thing you need right now is to further separate yourself from contact with others, and regardless of anything else, you did put your name on the list, and you knew the rules when you did. Do you need to be reminded of the necessity of these little tasks we put in front of you, any of you?" His eyes swept the room, and with the exception of Francis, everyone wilted under his gaze.

Bettie looked abashed, but only for a second. In the blink of an eye that inner fire I had begun to think of as her defining trademark flared and she raised her head. "Yes sir, I mean, no sir. I understand. And I'll take him." She looked over her shoulder at me with an odd expression on her face, but before I could begin to decipher it she had turned back to face the man behind the desk.

He spoke, we listened. Apparently it was that simple. "Now, let's make this official. Do you accept this new man as your slave for the duration of one night and one evening to begin the moment you leave this room?" I felt like we were being married, albeit only temporarily. Bettie nodded and then spoke in the affirmative.

I was watching the proceedings through a strange haze. My thoughts had stopped whirling and given me up for dead the moment the man said Bettie was to be my mistress. The only thought in my head was, simply, 'Bettie? She'll kick my ass!' The man continued speaking.

"Very well then. He is yours. You may now leash and lead him. Do so without anger and everything should go pretty well for you." He ended on a jovial note, as though he were leaving a script in the dust and having fun instead. He also handed a narrow black leash to Bettie. It looked like rolled leather, and the clasp at the end was silver. Silver to match my collar. Bettie turned, leash in hand and advanced on me.

"Look, just follow my lead and we'll be out of here in a sec, Devon likes to watch the newbies squirm, and he's always enjoyed making me face things, so let's just let him have his fun and get out of here." She whispered all this into my ear while she leaned over and clipped the leash to my collar. I closed my eyes and resolved not to freak. I had never been on this end of a leash, and all the times I had held one it had just been in fun. That thought stopped me and I had to wonder if it had been 'just in fun' to those others who had handed me their leashes. I realized most of the people I knew who had worn O-rings instead of spikes had been people I didn't actually know that well. And a few of them had looked at me with hope in their eyes that I never understood. I resolved to go through with whatever Bettie had in mind, and to learn from it. But first I had to stop hyperventilating and pay attention to the situation at hand.

Bettie was standing in front of me, almost shielding me with her body, and Devon was talking. "...have to remind you of the rules, but just in case; here goes. No permanent marks, always respect his safe word, which you now know is linoleum." Francis giggled from the chair he was still sitting on sideways. Devon continued without a pause. "And no giving his name. You may of course allow him to tell if you so wish, but you may not command- Oh, you know all of this. Why do I always get stuck being the solemn one? Look, be careful, have fun, let me know if you need anything. I have two incredible blondes waiting for me and you don't need me for anything else." And with that he smiled a gentle smile and stepped behind a tapestry next to his desk. The sudden change from solemnity to friendly banter had thrown me a bit, but in this new world I was learning every one had more than one role. I was also learning that it was useless to get surprised about anything.

Apparently that was the end of the proceedings because Bettie tugged on my leash and led me out of the room. I followed though I was still very unsure of how much I would allow to happen tonight. I was experiencing an even mixture of fear and excitement. The thought that I might actually get to sleep with Bettie was warring with the fear of what she might do to me. Still, she had looked amazing in the shower...



Bettie blindfolded me again as soon as we were in the empty room outside the office. As soon as the darkness descended over me I froze, I was totally dependant on Bettie to lead me, and suddenly, despite the fact that she had led me in to this the same way, everything was now different. I felt her hand on my arm, and she spoke into my ear. "It's ok, just walk straight ahead until I tell you to stop." That soft tone was back in her voice, and I noticed that she took my hand again instead of just leading me by the arm. I followed blindly along beside her and hoped for the best. She led me out the door, down a few short steps, and back into the car.

As soon as the car was started and we were moving again I tried to ask a question. "Bettie-"

Her finger covered my lips, just as it had on our way here. "Mistress. You will call me mistress for the duration of this night, and for you my dear slave, it is going to be a long and wondrous night." Her hand dropped away from my lips, and settled on my wrist. "If you still have anything to say, you may speak now, but know that unless I give permission, specific permission, you may not speak unless spoken to tonight. Is that clear?"

"OK Bet-uh-Mistress." I corrected myself when her hand went from my wrist to my thigh in a sharp spank. I jumped a little and then settled back in my seat. "Yes, Mistress. But, can I ask where we are going?"

"That you can ask slave." Bettie's hand rubbed small circles over the spot she has hit and I suddenly found it hard to concentrate on anything but the feel of her fingers through my pants. "We are going back to the mansion, I don't know if it has any other name, but that's what we all call it." She sighed, and her hand traced its way up my ribs, over my shoulder and began to play with my hair. "Listen slave, there are some things I am supposed to explain to you over the course of the night, some more things you are supposed to learn from this experience, and a few things I am going to tell you right now. First you have a right to know a little about me. But before I tell you a thing, I am going to ask that you promise not to share this. Because of the close nature of the club, the promise of discretion is taken very seriously. I am sure you can understand why, things said in the bed are not always the kind of thing you want others to know. But in this case I also want you to understand that I am telling you things that I haven't spoken with anyone about since they happened. I told Devon I wasn't ready, but in his usual wise little way, he could tell this is probably exactly what I need. So you and I are going to have a real wild time, and for me to enjoy this I need an ear that won't judge or interrupt or even try to console unless I demand it. Do you understand?"

I had no clue what she was talking about, but I nodded, and then because I had no idea which way she was looking, said, "Yes...Mistress." The word still felt strange on my tongue, but at least I could try to say it without pausing each time. I heard her sigh again, and this time there was a different note to it. It sounded almost like contentment, but I had no idea what she sounded like in any moods other than deadly or gentle, and I'd only heard gentle in the last few hours. I lay my head against the back of the seat and allowed myself to enjoy the feel of her fingers in my hair. Every time she brushed the nape of my neck it sent little shivers down my spine, and I was acutely aware of the scent I had noticed earlier.

Bettie began to speak again, and I listened to her voice rise and fall while I tried to absorb everything she was saying. "The first thing you need to know is the basic ground rules, put pretty simply, you don't do anything without my say so. With the exception of breathing, you are to do nothing without my permission. The only other exception is if you need to go to the bathroom, just tell me and I'll point you to the closest one. Just remember to be respectful in that and all things and we should get along fine."

"Next thing, and this is more personal, I have been out of the loop for a while, my last relationship was facing the other way if you get my drift, but he turned into a big time creep. I was so into him though that I couldn't leave him even when I knew it would be better for me. He started out a marvelous Master, but he got paranoid and started to accuse me of all sorts of things. The he used the nature of our relationship to beat me when it wasn't fun, at least not for me. Oh, that's one big thing, if you can remember this, set it in your mind in gigantic neon letters, then live by it. Never ever hit in anger. Never."

"I guess he was enjoying it, but I don't really much care anymore. It just hurts still. A part of me will never forget him, and that part of me will probably always blame myself for the break-up. He finally left me when I stopped responding to anything he did. I just closed my eyes and took it. By that point I was so depressed I barely remember any of it, but from what a few friends told me, Devon stepped in and told him that if he didn't leave me for my own good he'd be well advised to leave the state. Devon comes across a little stuffy the first time you talk to him, but if you are a good person, and you don't mess with the people he loves, he'll treat you really well. If he ends up liking you, it's like having the mob in your pocket, you just feel safer." She trailed off as though remembering something, then a few seconds later I heard the distinctive click of a lighter. She slipped a lit cigarette into my hand and went back to idly playing with my hair.

"The next thing you should know is that I have always been a switch hitter, I like to be on top, but if the right person comes along I prefer to be submissive. What that means to you primarily, is that I know what I'm doing, and you have nothing to worry about. Well, maybe you do, but at least know you are in experienced hands. Beyond that, like I said. I'm a little shell shocked still, so for the sake of safety, if I say the word 'Aardvark' that's my safe word. I don't care how close to coming you are, that means that things have gotten just too scary for me OK?"

I chose my words carefully. "OK, Bettie. If you need anything, even before it gets too scary, just tell me, I'm yours for tonight. Completely." When I said the last word, something in my chest let go and I relaxed. I was really going to go through with this. Gone were any fantasies of trying to fake my way through, I meant it, and I suddenly had an inkling of what Nicolette had meant by sub-space. I also remembered the feelings I had been having while in the car on the way to meet with Devon; it was startling to realize how easily I had slipped into such a submissive state when I hadn't been planning it. I wondered what it all meant, but left it alone for the moment with a resolution to poke those thoughts when my time was my own.

Bettie evidently decided to let me get away with the name slip, and almost the moment I stopped talking I felt the car begin to slow. We pulled over with the crunch of gravel and I felt Bettie's hands on my temples. She pulled me to her and I followed the tug of her hands. Her lips met mine violently, and her kiss felt as though she were trying to devour me. I felt the pent up passion in her lips and opened my mouth to her. Her tongue slipped across my teeth and teased my own from within. She sealed her lips to my own, and breathed into me. Her breath was sweet and I tried to relax my chest, to let her breathe for both of us. It was probably the single most erotic feeling of my life. She pulled my arms to her and we embraced like to drowning lovers. I held her tight and gave myself up to her control. My lungs rose and fell at her command, and every wall I had ever built came crashing down. I clutched her to me tighter and felt her kiss bruise my lips.

We held like that for an eternity, and I felt like a piece of myself was detaching when she finally let me go. It took me a moment before I could remember how to breathe on my own. It sounded as though she was having the same experience. We sat in silence for a few moments while we both gathered our senses and then she started the car. She was silent, but I felt her hand on mine and this time she wasn't passing me a cigarette.
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