Chapter 3: The Prelude
Time flees me as I lay there, a human candelabra for The Collective. My task is all that remains. My nipples are covered with wax and ache to touch. My inner exhibitionist revels in the sight of so many people looking at me. I want to show them my best and bask in their pleasure. It energizes me and, even though I can’t see them, I can feel the energy of the crowd tonight.
They are very interested. They want to see how I follow their instructions. They want to be impressed, and they’re ready to be five. They will be impressed by me.
I am touched by soft hands and I must remind myself to be still as instructed. I cannot let this happen. I cannot tip over the candles. These hands are very different. My senses are awake and I’m certain these hands have never touched my body before. They trail one finger down my soaking slit and I gasp.
“You’re so good at holding still, Five. Let’s up the ante.”
Every nerve in me is alive, and I bite my lower lips desperate to please.
I feel my fingers teasing me again. They gently twirl in circles around my clit, and I grit all my teeth trying to not move. They gently cup me and slide a finger between my skin folds, trying to sense the depths my desire. My body responds with a groan, eager for the promised pleasure. As the wax splatter falls on my face, the candle shifts onto my chest. It is a stark reminder of my obligation to not move.
As the finger teases my folds, my lips join the torment, kissing me in pain and drawing closer to where I am at my aching center. My whole body is buzzing, and my breath is now coming in soft pants. My devilish torturer continues to work on me, suddenly putting another finger in my pussy and curving them upwards, and then stroking my neck and chest deep and slowly. I know without a doubt that I will soon come and go violently if the torture continues. It is almost impossible not to feel dizzy at the excitement and fear that this will bring.
My fingers are moving faster and I can’t control the tremors in me body. I am so close. I am so close to the lips that teased me with soft touches and nibbles along both my inner thighs, and they return pressing soft kisses on my pussy. The hot waxy splash on my tits is all that worries me as I writhe.
“Do you want me to let you come, Five? Do you want to show The Collective how you come on order?”
Relief pours through me and makes me smile.
“Yes, ma’am.” I whisper, my hands already gripping into the sheet in preparation.
“Well then, when I count down from ten, you will come. Do you understand?”
A panic attack erupts in me. I am unsure if I can obey my orders. However, my hands are still moving at a fast pace and I can feel my excitement rising.
“I understand, ma’am. At the count of ten.”
My fingers are now moving faster. They are stroking me deeper and curling upwards, pummeling all my g spots.
Someone moved up to my head, pulling at my hair, and nibbling at the collarbone.
The lips of my thighs start to nibble, causing small jolts to my body.
I lift the candle from my body and small drops of wax drip all over my torso. They cause me little bursts and pain throughout my body.
It is softly touching my restrained arms and bumping into me, making me feel completely pampered.
As a third hand is being added to my fingers, I am being stretched yet again. As I get closer to the edge of my orgasm, my heart is beating faster.
Their soft, gentle kisses and nibbles move up my thighs and my world explodes. They lick me gently, swirling their tongues around me and sucking lightly.
It’s painful now, holding back the wave of pleasure that threatens to overcome me. I grumble, but it’s still hard to suppress a moan. I can’t keep my mouth shut.
My body is ready, and the wave is almost cresting. My tongue is on my clit, my fingers are buried in my pussy. My neck is exposed by the pull of my hand in my hair.
My orgasm hits me. I feel tense for a moment before it happens. My body is buckling forward as the sensations descend upon me in one magnificent moment. I now understand why people refer to desire as fire. My entire body is ablaze as I feel the rush of my pleasure. They wanted to see how I looked when I let go. I did.
In the minutes that follow, I feel almost dizzy because of the aftershocks. Soft hands help me to slip into a soft robe and free me from the restraints. I’m grateful that a straw was placed beside my mouth, and I enjoy the refreshing water. Two strong hands hold my feet while I shuffle off the mattress with fuzzy slippers. As we move forward, my blindfold remains on my eyes. I can still hear the door opening as we go.
“You did well, Five.”
It’s the voice of the rubber headmistress from earlier and she sounds impressed.
I am led to a seat and then I sink into my slippers and robe.
My hands brush my hair, and I slowly loosen the blindfold. Keep my eyes closed to ensure that this is not a final test.
“Open your eyes, Five.”
I do. I look around at the bright lights. I’m seated in a room filled with people in formal attire and cocktail tables. The lights are too bright and I can’t quite make out faces but I see them and they are all staring at me.
She steps over to a microphone-equipped podium.
“I am pleased to introduce Five, our latest Offering accepted into The Collective. If you are interested in an introduction to Five and to apply for an appointment to negotiate a service trial, please see me.”
As I glance at several women in elegant cocktail dresses and men in suits, warm feelings flood my heart.
I did it.
I made it to the Big Leagues.
I am an Offer.
I serve The Collective.
My destiny is mine.
Viola Ryder is an erotica author and kinkster who loves writing intricate BDSM scenes and falling in lust with her characters….and their demons. Enthusiastic consent and delightful debauchery make her smile. Her published works are available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited.