LillyNightshade

Teaser from The Society Series Book Four, Vanished!

Teaser from The Society Series Book Three, At The Manor part two

“Come in.” I said, standing and stretching to lessen the tension that had gathered in my muscles.

Susan flung the door open and crossed to where I was standing in just a few emotion-fueled steps, and it wasn't until I looked down that I understood what was happening. Crawling behind her on leashes, struggling to keep pace, were two of their house slaves – a male and a female - with their faces obscured by hoods that left them gagged and almost entirely sightless. I was understandably surprised.

“These two were caught in the dungeon, and this one” She yanked the male forwards by his leash “was playing the dom.” I knew what a serious infraction this was, and wondered why on earth she had brought them to me. “Seeing as how you've had some interaction with him, I thought you might like to be in on his punishment. Seems he got the idea because of Sean going to the program.”

That was when I realized that the male slave was Andy, the house slave who had partnered with Sean my first night at The Manor.

“I most certainly would. I can't believe he got that idea in his head. I honestly thought he was smarter than that.”

“Yes, well, apparently he's just too bold for his own good. Meet me in the dungeon?”

“I'll be there in ten.” Susan left my suit, dragging the slaves cruelly behind her and I went to my bedroom to change in to something better suited to the upcoming activities. Dressed in my traditional black shorts, tank top and boots, I headed for the dungeon and reached in record time. I felt as though Andy had personally wronged Sean and myself with his actions, and I intended to see him pay for it. The hoods had been removed by the time I arrived in the dungeon, and the two slaves hands were bound over their heads to hooks in the ceiling. There was a good ten feet between the two, and their backs were to each other. Both were blindfolded. Their ankle cuffs were being connected to rings in the floor as I approached Susan.

“Did you have anything specific in mind for these two?”

“Only that they need to be taught a lesson for what they did. Neither of them is fond of the cane or strap, so I've had a few variations on those laid out for us. Do you know how to use a single tail?”

“I actually just learned how at the last convention. I've done some practicing, and I think I've got a pretty good feel for it.”

I went to the table and surveyed the tools available to me. A wicked smile spread across my face as I reached for a beautifully braided black and red six foot leather single tail whip.

“This will do nicely.” I whispered to myself.

Teaser from The Society Series Book Two, At The Manor Part One

I ran a hot bath as I stripped out of my party clothes and laid them on the window seat. After looping my hair on top of my head and pouring myself a glass of the burgundy laced with spices and restorative herbs, I slipped in to the steaming water and closed my eyes. I must have dozed off, because next thing I knew, a firm hand was on my shoulder, shaking me lightly.

“Miss?” The male voice had more than just a hint of an Irish brogue in it. I shook myself awake and looked up.

“I've a towel for ya, Miss, if ya would like to get out o' the tub.”

I smiled.

“Yes, thank you Sean.”

I took his hand to steady myself as I stepped out of the tub and in to the warm, fluffy towel that Sean held out to me. When I was dry, Andy held out a deep red silk robe and I slipped happily in to its softness. Pouring myself another glass of the wine, I went out in to the bedroom and settled myself among the plush pillows on the bed. The boys stood on either side of the large bed, awaiting my instructions. Sipping my wine, I took a moment to look each of them over. No longer in their formal serving uniforms as they had been when I had seen them earlier, the boys were dressed in what could be best described as black leather loincloths.

Sean seemed to be just under six feet tall, with a lean, well muscled body, creamy pale skin with surprisingly few freckles and a thin cover of golden red hair across the top of his chest. The wavy, golden red hair on his head was just long enough to cover the tops of his ears, and gave him a carefree look without seeming poorly groomed, and his deep green eyes had a glint of respectful laughter. Andy was taller, though only by an inch or two, and while he was similarly lean and well muscled, his lightly tanned olive skin and lack of chest hair made a lovely contrast to his slave brother. His hair, with more curl than wave, was a beautiful chestnut brown that barely touched his shoulders, and his eyes looked to be almost amber in color.

“Remove your uniforms.” I commanded them softly. It had been too long since I had been able to be with a man.

They were quickly devoid of garments, each sporting a bare pubic region and partially erect cock that I could tell would be more than satisfying despite their semi-flacid state. I could feel my body beginning to tingle just from the sight of them, and so, placing my wine glass on the bedside table, took a deep breath and said,

“I assume Susan told the two of you what I would like?” They nodded, and my control over what happened in my bed ended there.

Teaser from The Society Series Book One, Becoming Charity

I danced around my prey, a slow, taunting dance, the look in my eyes burning with vengeful desire. I had waited a long time for this day, for when I could teach this bitch a lesson for her selfish, mean-spirited ways. I had known from the time my Mentor had explained the process of acquiring slaves to me that she would be my first. She had wronged me, and she had wronged close friends of mine, and it had become simply a matter of opportunity. However, as much anger as I felt toward her, I could still hear my Mentor's voice in my head.

“Never act while you're angry.” Francis would say. “It's too easy to loose control and do serious damage. If you break your toys, you can't play with them.” As much as I wanted to lay in to her right then and there, I knew he was right.

The bitch was blindfolded and gagged as she had been since her abduction, and had slowed in her struggle against the chains holding her spread and bound to a wooden frame. Perspiration dripped from her chin to her breasts, and I could see the little trails that had been left on her smooth, flat stomach as beads of sweat had made their way to her long, shapely legs. Satisfied with the sight in front of me, I sat back in a comfortable chair to watch her wear herself out, lit a cigarette and tried to calm myself enough to continue. Still, my mind drifted to thoughts of how all of this had come to be.

I had it all planned out for longer than I care to admit. My choice already made, when I received an invitation to a party I knew she would be at, I knew my opportunity had arrived. A dear friend of mine, the one who had brought me from the local kink scene in to The Society, with a dungeon in the middle of nowhere and a truck offered his help and provided the chloroform I needed to subdue her. Dressed inconspicuously, and wearing enough make-up to sink the Titanic, I arrived early and sat in the back of the bar, close to the restrooms. She arrived, scantily clad in a black vinyl bustier that barely covered her huge, fake breasts, a tiny, pleated black vinyl skirt and matching six inch hooker boots. Her bright purple wig was puffed up in pigtails and as usual, her make-up caused whispers wondering if she was woman or drag queen. I will admit, that question was one that always made me smile.

I watched from a distance as she downed one drink after another, only one of which the selfish bitch paid for herself. She became tipsy as she mingled with the crowd of adoring fans,drinking in their praise and flattery as fast as she could down the alcohol they offered. I needed her as incapacitated as I could get her without causing alcohol poisoning. After all, I wanted her alive for her lesson. I invested in my cause, ordering heavy mixed drinks through a server to be delivered to her from a “secret admirer”.

I must say, I took pleasure in watching her level of intoxication increase, in how as it did her “fans” began talking to her less and less until they seemed to be actively trying to avoid her. By last call, she was stumbling and looking a bit green around the gills as she headed for the restroom. I waited a moment, followed her in, and making sure no one else was in there, proceeded to lock the door and remove the chloroform and rag from my purse. She noticed me standing there by the door as she stumbled out of the stall, though she was most likely seeing in triplicate by this time.

“Here, let me help you.” I said in a soothing voice as I helped her to chair by the sink.

She leaned back and closed her eyes, and immediately, the rag was over her nose and mouth. Her eyes opened briefly in surprise before she went limp. With some help from my friend, we managed to get her out the back door unnoticed and in to the bed of his truck. Stripped of her panties and shoes, she was roughly gagged with a ball gag just slightly too big for her mouth and bound spread eagle to the bed of the truck for the hour and a half drive to the dungeon that would be her new home indefinitely. I couldn’t help but grin as we tossed a large canvass tarp over her body, her only protection from the early spring chill in the air and locked the gate in place.