Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (68 page)

I don’t wait for his response. I quit while I’m ahead. I’m on a mission and her name is Kristal.

Chapter Seven

I drag two chairs from the meeting room. I allow the metal feet to scrape on the floor as I walk into the dungeon. All eyes are on me. The room is cavernous with a few people milling around. The lights are bright, in total contrast to what I would find comforting. But the dungeon isn’t about comfort. There isn’t a single seat in the room. I notice a few of its inhabitants using devices as benches.

The long room looks narrow in comparison to its length, but in reality it’s wide. Apparatuses line the wall, most I’m familiar with from my time at the Brownstone. Spanking benches and horses, several St Andrews crosses, and framework to restrain your victim into submission line the long walls. I raise my eyebrows at the pet crate and I can’t help grinning at the gigantic birdcage. The rear wall is lined with implements for impact play, tools that bite and sting, ropes and restraints of varying types, and toys. The toys are for sex, and apparently someone here likes role play, children’s toys. I shake my head at that. I feel better about being a fucking freak- that’s a fucking freak. Who likes to play toddler?

The walls are cement with large sheets of shiny metal riveted in no discernible pattern. The industrial-height ceiling is decorated with ductwork and random poles that chains hang from. Several bars are on pulley systems that allow them to pivot, and to raise and lower. The floors are slate tile the exact shade of Ezra and Cortez’s eyes. It would be good for easy clean up.

The center of the dungeon is clear and I see the bare bulb hanging above it. Yes, I remember this spot well.

All-in-all it’s an incredible dungeon. It puts the club to shame. I would add some comfort items and dim the lighting. No one wants to play under the high-wattage lights of a sports stadium at midnight. It would feel like an examination room in a hospital or an interrogation room of hostile terrorists.

I plunk the chairs under the naked bulb and turn my attentions to the inhabitants that are gazing at me with curiosity and one with guilt. The Masters are all here, with the exception of our Leader since he has to remain anonymous and refuses to wear that ridiculous hood that now adorns Ezra and Cortez’s heads. A large amount of people I’ve never met are here as well. I assume many of them are submissives that our Masters play reindeer games with.

Whitt’s standing frozen in shock with his cock in Kristal’s mouth. I don’t feel anger at my husband. He looks amazing and virile with his perfect flesh parting her luscious lips. If I were a man, I’d want to fuck that mouth, too. But no, she has a punishment coming.

Several ladies watch me from their position next to my husband and roommate. One is Fate, who’s perfectly fine and completely entranced as she looks at me. I smile at her in relief. I’d worried about Kristal’s impending death if a hair on her head was misplaced. Three more ladies join their group: A pretty, ginger-haired lovely with soft, peachy flesh. A beautifully pink, girl-next-door, with blonde hair and the largest natural breasts I’ve ever seen on someone who’s petite. The last is a hard-eyed woman glaring at me with tight lips. She’s a rail-thin brunette with a sour expression on her puss. It makes me want to tie her up and spank the bitterness out of her.

I wa
lk to Fate and touch her hand.

“How are you
doing?” I whisper in her ear.

“I’m okay,” she stammers. “It’s been good so far. I helped Kris tend bar and then we came in here.” She looks frightened as her eyes cut to the mouth loosely holding eight-inches of very erect flesh. I pat her hand t
o let her know that it’s okay.

“Nah-uh,” I shake my head at the cocksucker. “You go sit in that chair over there. And don’t move,” I command.

Whitt starts to speak and I silence him with a finger. Yes, my middle finger.
Kris knows better and scurries away and sits on the chair.

“Sweetling, what’s your name?” The buxom blonde blushes
invitingly underneath my gaze.

“Kayla,” she says shyly.

“Are you allowed to play, Kayla?”

“I-um… I don’t know?” She ends it with an upward infle
ction, asking me the question.

“Do you have a Master?” I’d forgotten that submissives are very evasive. I remember Marcus’ complaint w
hen I called him very literal.

“Yes,” she replies. OH MY GOD! I’m going to throttle her. I need
practice in submissive speak.

“Who, Kayla… who is your Master?”
I hide my impatience.

“Master Ez,” she says reverently.

Oh good Lord.

“Thank you. Ladies, give me your names and the name of your Masters if you have one.” I get straight to the point.

Gingy and Bitchy look like they’ve been around this block at least a dozen times. They don’t play coy like Kayla. My intuition says that Kayla really is coy, though.
“I’m Heidi, and Dexter is my Master.” She blushes, but she’s comfortable. I like her.

“It’s nice to meet you, Heidi. You may call me Queen.”  I say it loud enough that everyone who is paying attention knows to call me Queen and not Mistress. Since I hold everyone’s curious gazes, I know everyone gets the messa
ge. I look at the brunette.

“Monica,” she says snidely.

That name rings a bell. She slapped Cort for dropping her. I thought she was being annoying by not naming a Master, but she’s Masterless.

“I’ll be ri
ght back, Ladies. Don’t move.”

I take Fate’s hand and lead her to the other chair. I settle her on it comfortably and seek out Dexter.

“Can I borrow your submissive?” I ask impatiently.

“Okay…” he draws out. “Why?” His eyes are exactly like Marc’s, it’s unnerving.

“I need to teach Kristal a lesson and Fate one by example. I need to get them in hand,” I explain. 

“Yes, you do.” He says knowingly. “Kristal’s a menace.”

“So do you mind if I use Heidi in my example?”

“Ask her before you pair her with someone. She’s straightforward. She’ll tell you if
it’s alright or not.”

“Good, thanks.” I smile at him and he looks surprised. He runs his fingers though his curls and smirks at me.

I look around to find the guilty-eyed, hooded bastard. The pair of hoods is standing close together, but Ezra senses that I need him and starts to walk towards me. I meet him halfway.

“I need to speak to the
other you,” I say cryptically.

His lips twitch in the slit of the hood.

“Regina, we’re one in the same.” He full-out smiles now.

“You could have fooled me,” I say under my breath and he laughs.

He looks at me with a mix of guilt and lust. He isn’t lying; they are one in the same. What the fuck?

“I need to borrow Kayla. Does she play with anyone in particular? Or is she ju
st for Master Ez’s amusement?”

“I’m her Master, Regina, but she’s for only one man. I don’t t
ouch her- ever,” he promises.

“Does he?”

He sighs his long-suffering sigh- Hello Ez.

“Queen, we are one in the same,” he repeats in a different voice- yeah, because that’s going to convince me.

“Kayla is for Aaron. Cortez plays with her occasionally,” he answers with brutal honesty, as is Master Ez’s way. 

I see Aaron staring at me. He’s near Cort. I hadn’t noticed him with the suffocating presence of Ezra and Cortez eclipsing him.

“Can I borrow him, too?” I nod towards the brawny cutie.

“What for?”
A blond brow pops in curiosity.

“I don’t know. She can give him a blowjob or something. I ne
ed to torture our sex addict.”

“Ah- nice.”
He shakes his head in pride.

I wonder if Ezra agrees with him- probably. They’re both twisted bastards. I shake my head because I’m discombobulated by thinking of the man before me in duality instead of singularity. 

“I need to talk to Syn. Gather everyone around the chairs,” I command and he looks at me with cold eyes. “Please, Master Ez,” I say politely. Ezra would be fine with the suggestion. Ez found it disrespectful.

“Very well.
Don’t do it again, Queen,” he threatens and flashes his bright-white teeth at me.

I head towards the petite sadist leaving that creepy fucker by himself… but I guess he’s never really alone, is he? He has himself to chat and plan devious acts with. Thank God, Ade and Ezra/Ez will never reproduce together. It would be a bad seed.

“Syn?”

She doesn’t respond. She growls without sound. Her purple bangs rest against her black arched brows. She looks me in the eye and taps her fingers on her waist. She’s even wearing violet contacts.

“I need a male submissive, someone who likes pleasure; nothing freaky since he would be for your sister.”

The dubious looked says it all.

“I’m teaching Kristal a lesson, and by default, your sister, too.” She smiles brilliantly at me and stalks away.

I’ll take that as a yes.

“Kristal,” I call loudly. “Do you know why you’re being punished? No need to catalog the huge list of offences since we don’t have all night.” She grins at that- bitch.

“I’m a compulsive liar and a sex addict. I broke the sister-code, repeatedly. I can’t be trusted.” As she speaks, her voice turns sad. She feels real remorse. I don’t fall for it. If she’s really sorry, she’ll gladly take her punishment.

The crowd closes the circle around the two chairs. I can feel their excitement and interest cloud the air, and it’s contagious.

“Thank you for joining me in punishing, Kristal. I want my submissive, Fate, to know what her punishment would be if she breaks her word.” I look both of them in the eyes- blue and hazel. They know that the real reason for this is honor. Kristal has no honor. She has to earn back my faith.

I slowly approach the curvy spitfire. She’s wearing a black pleather corset that squishes her breasts up to her chin. A man could cradle his face between those soft pillows and get lost in their scent. A tiny, black thong peeks from between her thighs. The inch of fabric barely covers the split of her hairless folds.

“Your punishment is for a month. No intercourse, no oral, no hands, no masturbation, no kissing for a month starting tonight. You may hug the members of our household for reassurance and comfort. And no, Roman doesn’t count.” Several gasps of shock radiate around the circle.
I need them to see me as bad-ass. I don’t want them engaging me in any way other than for guidance or friendship.

I’ve fucked enough people. I don’t want to add numbers to that list. I already resolved that I will pop Whitt’s cherry on his birthday and that no amount of restraint will keep my hands off Roman. Only those who I’ve touched in the past will share my body. I will feed my needs on them and them alone. I agree that it’s best I play the part of lesbian. I could see myself turning into Kristal and that scares me more than Master Ez.

I have to make Kristal’s punishment intense to the point that she will freely submit to me. I don’t want her to be a walking zombie. I value her opinions and her thoughts. I love her snarky, bitchy attitude. What I want is her truth. I want her to always follow what I ultimately say and to keep my secrets as I do hers.

I need Fate to see that Kris is redeemable since we all make mistakes and it’s not the end of the world. I want her to know she can accurately guess the consequences for her actions, so that she can balance her behavior and choose the correct path for herself.
I want the people surrounding me to have fun and seek pleasure. I need them to think that Queen is a strong, friendly Domme who will put them first. This dungeon needs a protector and I am it.

“This is the last hurrah for a month. You won’t enjoy it- much.” My voice turns husky as I remember Master Ez’s domination. It’s so wrong, but deliciously wicked.

I stand before Kristal and look into her watering hazel eyes. I hitch my leg up and rest my foot on the back of her chair by her shoulder. The lengths of fabric part and cover me at the same time. Only Kristal’s eyes see my engorged cunny.
“Lick it clean and suck my clit. If you get me off in under a minute, I will take a week from your punishment.” I purr a seductive threat.

I smirk at the eager expression on her face. I’d worried that I’d gone too far with this part, but I’d forgotten that a sex addict loves sex. I’d given her a taste as punishment two months ago. I saw the way she looked at me from across the spans of our lawn. She looked remorseful because she wanted back inside the house. The guesthouse was my version of tying a bad pet to their dog pen. The look I most often intercepted was need. Kristal’s ultimate goal is finding a strong dominant that will pass her bratty tests.

She doesn’t hesitate. A long lick causes me to shudder. My eyes roll back and my lids drop. My mouth parts on a moan. My shoulders tense and rise to my ears. I won’t last long- I’m primed.