My Body-Mine (26 page)

Marcello left me and conferred with a group of men. I wondered if they were busy planning the next phase of Janice’s discipline. So far, her punishment seemed much easier than I’d anticipated.

He made his way back over to me and said, “Go to Janice and braid her hair away from her face.” He handed me a hair tie and I did as instructed.

“
You are brave,” I whispered as I braided Janice’s silky black hair.

“
You could do the same,” she said.

“
Me? Not ever.”

Marcello led Janice to the center of the room, where they fastened her wrists together with five revolutions of rope. Her position, arms pulled high overhead, forced her to stand on tiptoe. Four men I had never met circled her, each with a full-headed flogger in hand.

They began to work in rhythm.

Although expressly forbidden to make eye contact with any of the men, I couldn’t help but watch Janice being whipped by four Doms at once. It was a rather titillating, exotic sight—four men in tuxes administering her correction. They continually struck her body, from her neck to her feet, using the thick straps of leather. One man in particular liked focusing on her nipples, breasts and belly.

“
Present,” Marcello bellowed behind me.

I had to lift myself up fully before I could bend over at the waist, but I quickly complied. Snatching the thin strip of material that made up my G-string to the side, he roughly penetrated me.

“
Would you like that to be you?” he grunted as he rammed into me.

“
No … Sir,” I replied. The rough material of Marcello’s pants slapped against my ass with each penetration. He pushed in and out of me and, although I remained wet and turned on
,
I found the environment rather distracting.

Hearing a groan from Janice, I instinctively glanced up to see what had happened. Marcello gripped my hair, forcing my head toward him as he continued to pound into me. One man threw Janice’s leg up over his shoulder while the other men continued to abuse her, now striking her inner thighs and pussy with the floggers. She appeared to be drifting into subspace, her arousal evident.

Marcello thrust one more time and slid out of my swollen pussy, zipping up his pants and walking away. “Now,” he called out to the men surrounding Janice.

He led me to a couch on the right side of the room near a table that reminded me of one you’d find at a veterinarian’s office. A metal rectangle hovered above with hooks and pulleys that could be raised and lowered. A large brass hoop hung down from the center.

I sat on Marcello’s lap and watched the shortest of the four men bind rope above and below Janice’s large orbs, including her upper arms. He twisted the rope between her breasts and wrapped it around her neck. Then they affixed both wrists tightly behind her and two of the other men hoisted her up on the table, laying her on her stomach.

Marcello lifted me up and placed me down beside the couch and said, “Kneeling Position Three.

I dropped down and knelt, clasping my hands behind me.

He snapped his fingers and a tiny Asian woman stepped up to him. No words were exchanged as she unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. He sat down again next to me as this new woman situated herself between his legs, fastening her mouth to his hard phallus.

“
Why?” I asked. Confusion flooded me and my breathing became shallow.

“
This could be you some day,” Marcello leaned down and spoke directly in my ear, not noticing my distress.

Did I want this? Any of it?
Oh fuck no … no!
I shouted in my head.

We continued to observe Janice’s bondage as I tried to avoid watching the blowjob Marcello enjoyed by the unknown woman. Angst roiled my stomach as I struggled to regain control over my emotions. Finally he pushed his fellator away and gestured for me to stand. Lifting me on his lap, he slid his hard phallus past my swollen labia. He distracted me by rotating his hips and tugging on my erect nipples.

I heard Janice grunt in discomfort, and I
noticed
a red ball gag being strapped into place around her head. I continued to watch as they attached a rope to her right leg that forced her foot behind her. At that point I began to worry. They used a thicker rope to loop around her waist, wrapped just above the knee of her left leg and also at the ankle. Affixing the rope to the metal hoop, they raised her up so that just the top of her head could now rest on the table below. Her newest contortion made me
feel
claustrophobic, and my anxiety spiked. Janice hung upside down with her left leg straight up while her right leg, affixed behind her, spread her pussy wide.

More men trickled over from their play with the other subs. One clutched Janice’s nipples and set her swinging while he held firm to her nubs. I watched her breasts stretch as her motion rocked away from him. Another man began smacking her distended breasts.

Nausea suddenly assaulted my stomach, and I no longer felt any pleasure in Marcello’s cock or touch.

Three of the four original men resumed their flogging. I thought that they’d already doled out
a
whipping far harsh
er
than any I had experienced at the hands of Marcello, and yet they escalated the penalty to a new level. They brought their arms up high, as far as they could extend, and slashed the leather full force against her thighs, back, ass, and cunt. Saliva dripped out of Janice’s mouth, and I could tell she cried out in pain behind the gag. Flashbacks of the last party at the beach house assailed me, and I became desperate to flee.

Panic overwhelmed me as I
tried to lift
myself off Marcello’s lap
but he held me down by my shoulders.
“I can’t do this anymore
,” I proclaimed.
“
This isn’t what I want.”

“
What?” he said, over the loud music and the noise of the crowd surrounding Janice.

“
Finito
, Marcello,” I yelled with as much volume as I could manage.

I could see his stunned expression as I forced myself from his lap.

“
Jane, stop!”
he roared as h
e reached out to grab me, but I scampered quickly away, crossing to the stack of coats by the entrance. Pulling on his pants, Marcello shouted, “Jane, get back here this instant!”

Turning to face him across the distance, I shook my head sadly in his direction. I felt gutted, defeated, and scared, but along with that came clarity. I had to leave.

“
Mark my words; you are crossing a line you don’t want to cross,” he bellowed after me, as I turned toward the entrance.

Quickly sorting through the coats, I prayed to the god I don’t believe in.
Please, please, please, let me find mine fast.
Locating a short trench, I checked to see if the pocket held my cellphone. Vastly relieved, I threw the jacket around me.

Glancing back, I saw Marcello striding toward me. I escaped as fast as I could down a dimly lit stone pathway. I darted to the right, which seemed to lead me farther into the center of the monastery. I glanced over my shoulder into
a
dark corridor before rushing through another gate into a small room.

A carved stone table and chairs sat to the right of the entrance with an unlit candelabra positioned in the center. Light from gas lamps in the adjacent courtyard cascaded through the open window. The back of the small space held a window with a metal grate overlooking an interior garden. The large windowsill became my place of concealment. I pulled out my cellphone and curled into the stone sill. Scrolling through the numbers in my contacts, I found the one I wanted.

Me:
Hey.

Chase:
Hey, yourself.

Me:
I’m kind of in a bind and …

Chase:
You okay?

Me:
Are you alone?

Chase:
No, out with friends.

Me:
Oh shit. I’m sorry to bother you. Is Parker with you?

Chase:
No, and don’t worry about it. I can come get you.

Me:
How do you know I want you to come get me?

Chase:
You don’t?

Me:
I do. Do you know of the monastery in Hallandale?

Chase:
I can look it up on my phone on the way.

Me:
Please hurry.

Chase:
Do I need to call the police or anything? Are you hurt?

Me:
No. I’m fine. I just need to get away from here, and I don’t have my wallet with me.

Chase:
On my way.

Me:
Text when you are close
and thanks
.

Chase:
K.

Feeling trapped in my hiding place, I contemplated how long it might take
Chase
to get to me. He seemed to frequent venues in Fort Lauderdale so I imagined it would take about thirty minutes or so. It felt like forever and I had just begun to wait.

I worried what might happen if Marcello found me and when he didn’t—call me crazy—I decided to text him.

Me:
I’m getting picked up so you needn’t worry about me.

After a few minutes passed, I figured he must have his cell off. Huddling my knees in close, I leaned my head against the wrought iron, wondering again about my life choices. Lost in thought, my phone chimed, bringing me back to the present.

Marcello:
This is not okay, Jane. A sub DOES NOT leave a Dom’s side in the midst of an event. I expect you back here immediately.

Me:
Just like Luke, right? Your pride matters more than my well-being. What you and Janice have? I don’t want. You say you want the real me. Well, this IS the real me. Your event is not!

Marcello:
We can talk about all of that tomorrow, but I expect you back here right now.

Me:
I totally agree, we can talk tomorrow. Good night and I’ll call you then.

A few more texts arrived from Marcello but I ignored them.

As I zoned out, waiting for Chase,
Jane’s Life in Review
played across the screen of my mind. Parker’s correct assertion that I continued making the same mistakes scrolled past. At least this time I had sanity alongside clarity to help me sort through it all. Although upset and shaken by the recent tableau I also experienced a flood of relief. The scene I witnessed made it clear that Marcello and I simply did not fit for the long-term. I realized the depths
to which
I’d
sink
, simply to please him. This time I’d been a voyeur, but next time … I could never be that person for him.

I knew that Janice would physically heal from her ordeal, but emotionally? Maybe with me out of the picture, she and Marcello could sort out their relationship.

My heart jolted when I heard voices coming from the hall, so I jumped up and ran down the corridor
that
I correctly assumed led through the courtyard
back
to the parking lot. I slumped down on the parking stop closest to the entrance and waited.

After several minutes, my phone chimed an incoming text.

Chase:
About a minute up the road.

Standing up and straightening the trench coat, I realized I’d need to explain the outfit. When Chase’s Toyota Cruiser appeared and I felt a reprieve from the stress that had wound me up so tight, tears filled my eyes.

Frantically wiping my cheeks so he wouldn’t see me crying, I took a deep breath and climbed into his car. “Thank you,” I said.

“
Anytime. Are you okay?” he asked as he pulled into a spot and reversed out.

“
Yeah, I am now.” His smile calmed
me
. I breathed out a huge sigh.

“
Interesting outfit,” he said as he exited into traffic. He pursed his lips in a way that made me want to laugh, despite the circumstances.

“
I guess Andre was right about us,” I said.

“
How so?”

“
Well, evidently you like rescuing damsels in distress, and unfortunately I have to admit that tonight, I am one.”

“
Guilty as charged,” he said, raising one eyebrow and shrugging his shoulders in a way that told me he didn’t care in the slightest. “So, where to?”

“
Your place?” I asked, watching out the window, as if something of interest captured my attention.

“
My place?” he answered, his voice an octave higher than usual.

“
Oh, are your friends there?” I asked.

“
Well, no, I—” he started to say.

Just then I had a horrible epiphany. “Oh shit, were you on a date?”

“
Kind of.”

“
Oh, god. I could have called Parker.”

“
Dressed like that?”

“
Well … I … oh Chase, I’m so sorry.”

“
Don’t be, this is turning out to be far more interesting.” He winked at me just as he turned onto the freeway.

“
Could I just hang at your place until tomorrow? I won’t be any trouble and I can crash on the couch, and you could go back to your date.”

“
Something tells me she wasn’t too thrilled with my abrupt departure.”

I groaned out loud and shook my head.