Gayla
Part III
by
Phantomsilk
The room is a beautiful glow of dimmed lighting and rich tapestries. The highly polished marble floor a virtual mirror as reflections are cast making a kaleidoscope of colour. I look at Adrian with newfound love and feel the tightness in my chest; only one in love can relate. I am determined to make Adrian proud and do my best in all aspects of the party and now accepted life style. As the subs and slaves gather in the ballroom in unity, we stop and lower our heads to the council. Not a shuffle or sound is heard until the rising of Marcus the current Lord of the high throne stands and initiates the evening's commencements. Marcus outlines the evening's events and tells the number of members present of 25 with the total numbers including subs and slaves to be 87. There are to be five possible six new entries of subs that are pledging themselves to their Doms tonight, Marcus directs his look to me with a slight nod I indicate my intention. Marcus confirms that it is indeed six. Looking towards Adrian I can see the message in that statement was relayed to him as he smiles for the first time that evening. As I redirect my eyes towards Marcus, I catch a glimpse of Sir Arnold and the hair on the back of my neck stands as I see the curl of his lip as he slowly shakes his head. Uncertain to the meaning I try to shake the feeling of foreboding and carries on with the plans. The music sounds and the floor is cleared as the pre-dinner floorshow begins as the members of the sub and slave theatre presents their play. Their bodies dazzle as a story unfolds in dance and drama depicting the fine art of the play written by Kitty.
After the play the dinner is announced, the Members and selected partner retreat into the dining room and the others to a less formal dining hall.
At dinner, Marcus tells of which six subs will be pledged this evening and that with Adrian finally claiming a sub he was now in a position to take over the high throne. All seem genuinely happy except for Sir Arnold. Seated beside Adrian and Lord Marcus I know I should feel safe yet the stares from Sir Arnold have me worried and leave me with the inability to eat.
After dinner is finished, the Doms rise for their after dinner drinks in the lounge. Most of their subs enter with them to sit by their side, however, Adrian stops me to inform me as I have not been pledged yet I am not permitted in the lounge, and would have to wait outside it or return to the dining hall with the others. As Adrian speaks with me Sir Arnold as he walks by, stops to comment on the possibilities of Adrian's ascension to high throne. As he talks to Adrian, Sir Arnold raises his hand and places it on my breast sliding his finger beneath the corset. Adrian questions his brashness; but as my bracelet indicates I am not taken, there is little he can do. Pulling me aside Arian dislodges the hand from my breast and in turn kisses me on the lips showing a possession and instructs me to join the others. I immediately turn "Yes Adrian I reply" before being able to correct myself Sir Arnold comments on the indiscretion I quickly apologise and leave hoping the matter forgotten.
Part way to the dining hall I am stopped by a slave he hands me a note. I open the note not believing my eyes. The note says:
If you wish, no harm to come to Adrian you will do as instructed. You will seduce Lord Quinn during the remainder of the party and have both Quinn and Adrian believe you truly want to be with Quinn. At 10:00, you will take Quinn behind the waterfall in the gardens and perform a sexual act. If you do not, Adrian will be harmed. If you tell anyone Adrian will be harmed. If you try to leave, I will show you the pleasures of pain. If you do not succeed in seducing Quinn, a letter from you to meet him behind the waterfall will be delivered to him and you will find yourself unwilling waiting for him.
The slave asked if there was a response, startled to realize he was still there I said, "Tell him I understand!"
Tucking the note into my corset, I enter the dining hall; the mood is light and festive masks have yet to be removed but my anguish is not hidden behind it. I am asked what is wrong by one of the subs. "Nothing" I say, attempting to smile. "I suppose I am uncertain to this way of life and wonder if I will be very good for Adrian. Please excuse me!" I take myself to the gardens to collect my thoughts and decide how to play out the rest of the evening. Suddenly aware that the noises from the party have shifted to the ballroom once again I hurry my way back in, colliding with Sir Arnold. With a smile on his face he mumbles," I shall enjoy this!" Then he promptly releases the glass he is holding and in a raised voice directs a tirade on me. "You bloody imbecile, who do you, think you are! You need to be taught a lesson." This stops the progression of the speech Lord Marcus is giving and diverts attention to the two of us. To my misfortune, I hold my head high and look directly at Arnold. I push my way by in order to make my way to Adrian but Arnold stops me. I try to pull away. Some one whispers in my ear to stop but too late I had swung my foot and made contact with the shin of Arnold's. With everyone, witness to this I knew I was in trouble.
Lord Marcus calls attention and requests for Sir Arnold and me to address the podium.
Remembering myself, I walk discreetly behind Sir Arnold and lower my gaze. I can feel the eyes of Adrian upon me and the embarrassment mounts. Emotionally spent I want to cry but refuse to give into Arnold.
Now in front of the podium Marcus asks what is going on. Arnold embellishes his tale of how unruly I am that I do not seem fit to become the sub of Adrian's and therefore Adrian should not be presented to the high throne this evening. When asked what allegations he had Arnold told of me calling Adrian by first name that I had defied Adrian by going into the garden and not to the dining hall, by the unruly conduct of me for lashing out at him after running into him spilling his drink. Arnold then stated he did not feel I had what it takes to be the sub of Lord Adrian and that I should be asked to leave immediately or that he should be able to exercise his rights and I should be punished for all my infringements.
The group of council minus Adrian and Arnold excuse themselves to discuss what will be done. The music is ordered and guests invited to start dancing. Just as quick people started to sway to the music and forget the ordeal. Adrian approaches me and inquires to what has really happened. I open my mouth to speak when Arnold catches my attention and indicates to look behind Adrian. One of Arnold's slaves has a knife in his hand the point angled towards Adrian. Looking down at my feet, I tell Adrian "I am sorry Sir; I did not mean to disappoint you. I took retribution for the way you allowed him to touch me without thinking, I allowed my embarrassment to over come me. Please forgive me!" Obviously not convinced of the reply but unable to inquire further due to the return of the council member. It is ascertained that I am to be punished. It is to be in front of everyone at the party as I had caused the scene as such and because I had blackened image of the council as well as Sir Arnold and Adrian, I would be punished from a council member, Arnold and Adrian. "As she will be your sub Lord Dark One, you will choose her first punishment fitting for the embarrassment she has caused you!" Marcus states with sorrowful eyes.
"Lord Marcus" Adrian replies "I can not think of anything for this new sub-to-be that would be more embarrassing than telling her to disrobe herself in front of all." Dark eyes fall on Sir Arnold then revert to me. My pain showing in my face as Adrian exclaims what the punishment for me will be.
"Very well!" Marcus announces then asks, "Sir Arnold as she has inflicted disgrace and pain upon you, what will your punishment to her be?"
Sir Arnold looks up and states "I will show my leniency to this creature and give her a choice, five lashing with a belt while being held still by Lord Adrian or ten spankings over my knee using my hands."
Arnold looks towards me and smiles. Marcus asks, "What is your choice?" "Please My Lord may I make my decision after I hear what it is the council has chose for me?"
"No, you will choose now and your punishment by the council will be given later tonight during the final ceremonies."
"Does this fair well with you Sir Arnold?" "Yes, My Lords and Ladies of council, it does fair with me as well as make phantomsilk think more on her behaviour."
"Then let us get this over with so we may continue with the evening!" Marcus states as he calls order and asks everyone to form a circle on the line around the ballroom. "Phantomsilk please take your place on the centre of the circle and remove your clothes as you are so instructed by Lord Dark One.
Hurt but proud I
do as I am told and try desperately not to hold my head up high. I
remove my gloves, shoes and stockings rapidly in order not to make it look like
a show and cautiously remove my panties.
Unsure of what to do next I look around and see Lord Quinn is the closest council member other then Arnold and Adrian I walk over and bow before him. Please my Lord will you release my bindings on my corset?' This is effective in not having to face Arnold and being unable to face Adrian, as well as to start the instructions in the note until I can think of a solution to this problem. Lord Quinn looks to Marcus and Adrian for affirmation then briskly pulls the stays to release the bindings. A single tear drops on the shoe of Lord Quinn but is only witnessed by him. I stand and re-enter the centre of the circle and continue with my task until I stand before everyone in my nakedness quietly awaiting the next order.
"You now will choose your punishment from Lord Arnold" Marcus spits out with distaste.
Arnold being a very cruel person knows how to humiliate and injure well, while getting off on the pain and suffering of those he dominates. I think quickly to myself for Adrian to hold me during the punishment will be difficult on the two of us, but to be over the knee of the person I hate most will be less turmoil. "I chose your hand to punish me Sir Arnold." looking him straight in the eye. Marcus calls "So as the die is cast it shall be by the hand of Sir Arnold." "HUMM, HUMM, I believe I said hands in the condition." Sir Arnold points out as he clears his throat. A chair is brought to the centre of the room for Sir Arnold. He sits and taps his lap indicating I was to lie across. I walk towards Arnold and as I close the space between him and myself. This effectively blocking the view of everyone else he quickly pulls his penis from his pants and pulls me down covering himself with my body. I feel his ridged prick spearing my belly as he rubs my buttock. I feel the organ leap as his hand raises and falls with force on my delicate skin. Trying to block out the sensation of the penis and my punishment I find myself thinking of the time Adrian had spanked me and how exposed I was to the gardening crew and servants, how loving Adrian was even when delivering my punishment. WHACK the third smack hit my now heated tissue, but I damn myself with my thoughts as I feel myself start to get wet. "As I had said hands, meaning more then one!" Arnold speaks aloud as his left hand reaches under me and painfully twists my nipple before delivering the fourth blow. I scream out to my chagrin unaware which pain is the worst. Arnold slowly rubs my cheeks as he pinches my nipple. His hand runs lower between my legs feeling that I am moist from thinking of Adrian. Feeling his touch I arch my back pulling away from him. Grabbing my hair, he pulls me back in place. "It seems our little slut here is starting to drip, don't worry you have five more to go, perhaps it will not be a punishment at all." With this being said, I drop myself limply over his knee and silently cried in misery but refused to think of anything but the pain in order to resolve the decisions I knew I was to make. Nine THWACK willing my tears to stop and dry waiting for the final issued slap of my punishment. Ten the smack so intense my body bounced from the weight behind it. As I stood, I held my head high seeing only Adrian and Arnold were looking at me everyone else had their eyes down cast seemingly embarrassed by the scene Sir Arnold made and everyone understood this as the means to discipline to get at Adrian.
Looking at Adrian I could see the pain in his eyes. I walk towards him careful not to show emotion, I knell and ask "May I please use the facilities My Lord?" Unable to say anything he swallows and nods.
Standing I walk towards the bathroom for solitude and to wash up. While I am in the restroom, Kitty approaches Adrian and proffers the forgotten note that dropped from my corset. After reading this, with a murderous look on his face Adrian seeks out Lord Quinn. After taking the man aside and finding he was being setup along with Adrian a plan was set in motion.
Kitty entered the restroom and stood staring at me huddled on the floor in the corner crying. "Get Up" she hissed "Get up! Are you going to let that bastard win?" Kitty approached me and pulled me to my feet. "Adrian knows what is going on, I found the note!" "No"!" I cried, "He will kill Adrian, his slave had a knife." Kitty grabbing some towels running them under cold water she pressed on into my hand and told me to wipe my face then she carefully patted the soothing coolness to my nipples and turned me around to apply it to my abused buttock. "Tsk, his ring dug into you several times." She commented, "You would have done better with the belt I am afraid to say. "I couldn't let Adrian hold me while I was being punished!" I exclaimed. Kitty only nodded in understanding. Cleaned up, Kitty quickly stated that there were some of Sir Arnold's slaves hanging around outside the room as it is almost quarter to ten it was most likely to take you to the waterfall. "Read this quick it is from Adrian." Kitty states handing me the note she slowly makes her way to the door.
My dearest little one
I now know what it is that has caused you to be difficult and not understanding.
Please play along and note that in doing so the council has agreed that this will be your punishment though bitter sweet it will be! I want you to know that Lord Quinn is one of my best friends and probably why Arnold has chosen him as your conquest. Do as you deem fit, in the "sexual act" think of it as an adventure, as I dare say it may not happen again. This will be your punishment as the council feels for misguiding them and to aid in catching Arnold in his scam. Remember I love you and I would have given my resignation to the council rather then bare witness to you going through what you had.
Emerging from the rest room, I felt myself being dragged through the curtains leading outside. "Quiet or I will cut you! Though I would love to mark that pretty skin further I haven't the time. Go with these two or I will instruct them to hurt you in the most unpleasant places." He pushes me in the direction of the slaves. One catches me before I fall to the ground. " Don't worry we are in on the plan as you have helped to obtain proof of how sick he is, the council will deal with the slug spur and we will be free to seek other Masters."
"Come we must hurry." Walking behind the waterfall in the garden it shows a windowed room with drapes pulled on the opposite side. "We must tie and gag you as instructed and then we will give this note to Lord Quinn" Tied spread eagle to a large stone, off to the side, behind the waterfall. The young slave pulls tight on the leather straps built into the stone, causing my body to stretch tight and thrust my breast and nether regions out on display. "The tightness is ordered by slug spur but also helps from too much body movement to prevent chaffing." With this, he places a ball gag in my mouth and fastens it before quickly leaving.
The pleasant smell from the garden and the sound of the water, gives me a sense of peace the heated water splashes a drizzly mist, which quickly coats my body. I look up and see Lord Quinn walking towards me.
Smiling he says "Ah, My under water temptress." A look of confusion crosses my face only one person ever called me that before I think to myself. Lord Quinn continues as he sees a light in my eye. "I thought never to meet you; but to see you belonging to my best friend is somewhat a surprise to me. I was not sure it was you at first Gayla until someone told me how you became acquainted with Lord Dark One and where. It almost makes me wish I had gone to Toronto and taken you as my own but I see you love him so!" Understanding comes to mind as I realize Quinn is my on line Master. He removes my gag I smile to him just then the drapes are pulled open we are on display to those in the ballroom. "Sir Arnold is no doubt telling how much of a slut you are to discredit Adrian." "So shall we, or rather I, unless you wished to be untied and give them a show? I know one of your biggest fantasies has always been to be made love to while tied up and vulnerable. This is your chance but I will release you if you want." He says. "No my Lord this has indeed always been a fantasy; one in which I have dreamt for too long. Please love me, make me crazy for you, I wish to be used and begging for more as this is to be my adventure and punishment while Adrian and Marcus catches Arnold. It may be the one and only time I can be yours totally in flesh." I beg "Ah then if it is to be then I will have my fantasy as well." Quinn pulls a rope and the waterfall starts to gently cascade over my body in rivers of warm water caressing my breasts and tickling between my legs. Quinn disrobes and my giggle turns into a gasp as Quinn swiftly yet gently enters me. I feel a fullness I have never felt before as my internet master somehow forgot to mention how well endowed he was. In no time, I am fighting against the bindings, which hold me steady. The feeling is intoxicating. Being made love to so thoroughly and not being able to respond, hold or touch. My nipples already sensitive, feel as though they are receiving electric shocks as the sensation builds with in me. My clit rubbing against his rough hair sets my body on fire. Wantonly I scream in ecstasy as my first orgasm reaches peak only to be followed by another as I open my eyes and see Adrian looking at us. As I have my second climax, I feel Quinn' body shutter against mine. Pushing away from me we both witness the left upper cut Adrian gives Arnold. Sprawled out on the floor the council surrounding him Arnold is escort from the room and is never heard from by any one again. Adrian joins Quinn and me, kissing me, before both my Lords unbind me. "Well Gayla, I suppose you have another choice to make tonight."
Stretching out my muscle, I inquire, "What would that be my lord?" Adrian then states, "For years this rouge has been telling me of an internet sub he has had and fallen in love with to have listened to you two I can now understand why Quinn feels he has lost the world when you disappeared from the cyber world." Turning very pink, "You heard!" "Yes there is a sound feed that runs into the room, but everyone else thinks it was a setup for Arnold." Adrian states with his eyes looking sad. "So I guess you will now choose between Quinn and me!"
"My Lord is it too unorthodox to have two Masters? As you both travel a lot and I love you both very deeply in your own ways. Can I not be shared? I can continue to live with Adrian and remain online with Quinn and when either of you must go away for any time I can be with the other?" Lord Adrian and Quinn looked at each other Quinn shrugs his shoulders. "I suppose we can give it a try. "Adrian replies.
"One more question it is obvious I will get myself in much more trouble, who will finish training me and can I have both masters for my birthday?" In unison the Lords replied "We both will and you bet."
Adrian carries me to the room beside the ceremony room where I am assisted to get dressed. Kitty had a beautiful gown the colour of the gardenia wreath waiting for me. I told Kitty of the arrangement we had amongst the three of us. Kitty just laughed, "Perhaps the two of them will be able to teach you to submit but I feel it just may end up quite differently."
During the Ceremony Adrian, Quinn and myself were united in an new decree set forth by the present holder of the high throne that bind us together in a strange hand fast, yet on legal papers it showed Adrian and myself married with this Adrian procures his title and position as Lord of the High throne.
After the evening is over both Adrian and Quinn walk with me to the limousine Adrian and I came in. Adrian steps in while Quinn assists me. "You are not going to leave me with her by myself until we work out our training and schedules, are you buddy?" Adrian asks. Quinn laughs and crawls in. "Cool, you may as well stay my birthday is in a few days anyway!" Adrian looks at Quinn "You hold her, I love the way my hand fits on her bottom so well. What do you say three a piece for the night she has put us through?"
Quinn only smiled and nods before kissing and turning me over his lap.
Thibaud just laugh and says "I love the way that girl shakes up the house," as he raises the privacy partition.
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Mon, 5th April, 2010
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