Page 12 of Dominant

He sucked in a breath, looking just irritated enough to make his point, but didn’t dare say anything else. He was a powerful political figure, but I was the Master of this House, and more than anything, he didn’t want to risk being kicked out of the club. Not only was he a voracious consumer of our services, he couldn’t be sure that we didn’t have compromising information on him - and, of course, we did. We were careful to collect compromising information about all of our members, for our own protection.

Members were encouraged to wear masks that covered their face wholly or in part to protect their own privacy, although it was by no means an obligation. We provided extensive assurances of the privacy measures we had put in place. Several members preferred to take their masks off in the house, finding it more comfortable and trusting that the other members would protect their identities out of a sense of community. Others, like Vicious, never did.

We were interrupted by the House Mother, who led a slight girl behind her on a leash. The Mother, as we called her for short, had been an initiate for several years and had a gift for it. She had been grateful for the opportunity to take up permanent residence in the House of Initiates and continue to serve the club. She wore a loose shift, as did the initiates, but hers was grey instead of white, denoting her rank. She bowed to us and then tugged on the girl’s leash, indicating that she should bow as well. The girl crossed her feet in a kind of curtsy and bobbed her head, and we rose from the couch to look at her.

“This is Number Three,” said the Mother, pushing her forward. Mark lifted the girl’s chin with his finger and examined her face.

I found her rather small and slight for my taste, but Mark looked at her with interest.

“Does she do anal?” he asked the Mother.

She shook her head. “Not yet. Would you like us to start training her?”

“Yes,” he answered. “Bring some of the plugs. We’ll start right away.”

“Very good,” said the Mother, and bowed once more before taking leave of us.

I sat back down on the couch and indicated my empty glass to a nearby initiate. Mark walked around the girl, inspecting her closely without touching her, and then sat back down as well, facing her. “Come closer,” he said.

She stepped towards him, keeping her eyes averted, as she’d no doubt been told to do. Mark lifted up the hem of her loose dress and ran his fingers up the backs of her legs, cupping her buttocks with a familiarity that made her start nervously. Then he moved his hands around the front and up over her stomach to her breasts. The look of embarrassment and shock on her face gave me the first stir of interest I’d had in her.

“What do we have here?” asked Sir Baba, approaching and joining us.

“She’s new,” explained Mark. “We’re going to start anal training.”

“Excellent,” agreed Sir Baba. “She’ll have a lovely tight ass by the looks of it.” He eyed her greedily.

“Come have a seat, Sir Baba,” I invited him, standing up and moving to the chair opposite Sir Vicious, so he could take my place on the couch. He smiled at me and sat down gratefully, keeping his eyes on the girl.

The Mother returned with a wooden box and a bottle of lubricant, and handed both to Mark.

“Bend her over,” said Mark to Sir Baba, “and lift up her dress. Would you like to have a look, Sir Vicious?”

Sir Vicious shook his head. “I’m satiated,” he answered, rubbing his protruding belly like he’d eaten a good meal. “I had some fun earlier.”

The girl turned her back to Sir Baba and Mark and bent over, placing her hands on the ottoman in front of her. Baba pulled her dress up and roughly parted her ass cheeks. She gasped in surprise. Novices always struggled to get used to how roughly initiates were handled. If anything, we were rougher because of it, knowing they had to be broken in.

Baba rubbed a finger over her exposed asshole and made an appreciative sound. “Feels very tight,” he told Mark. “Get something small.”

Mark opened the box, revealing several differently-sized metal anal plugs in a plush velvet inlay. He ran his fingers over the smaller ones and cast an expert eye on the girl’s asshole before making his selection. He handed it to Baba, along with the bottle of lubricant, and Baba warmed the plug up in his hands before rubbing lubricant onto the plug, and then onto the girl’s asshole. She winced as Baba pushed the end of the heavy metal plug into her tightest hole, but braced her knees stoically.

“Ow!” she cried, as the widening girth of the plug began to stretch her apart, and Baba spanked her in reprimand.

“You say, thank you Sir,” he admonished, and she responded quickly.

“I’m sorry, Sir!” she said through clenched teeth. “Thank you, Sir!”

“That’s better.” He patted her rump affectionately and pushed the plug all the way.

She gave a sharp inhale but spoke correctly. “Thank you, Sir.”

“My pleasure,” said Baba, with genuine warmth. He was a soft-hearted old man with a fondness for younger girls, and I was certain that Number Three was going to get to know old Baba very well.

“Why don’t you take your dress off and sit down on Sir Baba’s lap?” I suggested to the girl, as if she had a choice, and she gave a small, obedient nod before slipping the dress off and lowering herself onto Baba’s trouser-clad legs. She was thin and bony, with small breasts - exactly to Baba’s taste.

He clasped one hand around her waist, reaching for her breasts with his free hand and caressing them roughly.

“Mm, you’re delicious,” he praised her, in his deep, gravelly voice, and she smiled, looking pleased.

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