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that you never remove it so long as we are your owners. With this necklace we pledge our vows as your Masters.’

Shadow then fastened an ornate leather collar around her throat, showing the same symbol as the tattoo on her shoulder, and inserted a leash which hung down before her. ‘Slave, with this collar we command your submission and with this leash we impose our control on you.’

Then making the hand signal, with an index finger and thumb encircling his wrist, he placed on her outstretched wrists the golden fur-lined cuffs with the symbol of the flame.

The Grand Master watched the slave girl known as Pandora closely, caught by the charisma of the figure before him. She possessed a strange, almost mystical aura, presenting someone he would very much like to get better acquainted with and to understand more. Then, speaking in the same clear tones, he assigned her the slave name already decided by her Masters.

‘Slave, from this day forth you will be known as Angel, slave to Sir Richard and Master Paul of the House of Arcana. As slave you have been marked by a flame tattooed on your back, which is also the symbol displayed on your locket and collar. This symbol represents your character, your journey, your Calling. Wear it with pride, for it is symbolic of you and everything you are as slave,’ he instructed. ‘Slave, is there anything you would say to your Masters in response to what they have given? You may speak and address your Masters directly.’

Abi’s words were spontaneous and heartfelt. ‘Masters, I thank you for accepting my submission. I will serve you well.’

She dropped immediately to her knees, legs wide, arms outstretched, and placing her forehead to the floor offered herself in total service to them.

The Grand Master was impressed by this impulsive gesture and the humble way in which she submitted. He nodded at both Masters, acknowledging that they indeed had someone very special. Then, addressing the wider audience for only the second time in the proceedings, he indicated the Ceremony was complete.

‘Masters and slave will now accompany me to the antechamber, where we will complete the Contract of Submission. The rest of the Gathering may help themselves to food and drink as appropriate. We will re-join you later.’

Abi was amazed at how some slaves were able to help themselves to food of their choice, while others remained kneeling, unable to partake because of special diets to which they were restricted. There were slaves who took food to their Masters, and those who sat together in groups, participating more in the art of conversation than eating.

Oh how she longed to join them, to share their experiences, to know what life was like for them. But she followed in the footsteps of her Master to a chamber off the main hall.

‘As a new slave you are under an instruction of silence. You cannot fraternise with the slaves during their stay, and will speak only when allowed by a Master.’

The Grand Master sensed her longing, and caught between the desire to make an excuse for a punishment or to explain the proper protocol to her, he regretfully chose the latter.

‘Slave, you will listen carefully to the words I have here before me, and which constitute the Contract between yourself and your Masters. Then before signing you may discuss any issues with me and we will talk about them further.’

It took a while, in truth it took a very long time. The Contract went on at great length. There was so much to be included to cover every eventuality, and yet the more she heard the more she realised just how well her Masters had come to know and love her. She learned that her safeword was ‘flame’.

The safeword was to be used whenever she felt play had reached an intolerable level and she needed it to stop, but she knew then that she would never use it. What was the point when she had given herself so completely, trusting them to the ultimate level of giving?

The Contract also illustrated a process of learning together, development of self, maintaining a positive self-image and development of goals. It would mean for the future that she was committing herself to absolute openness, honesty and respect, to reveal her thoughts and feelings without shame or embarrassment. Everything that would take place for the future would be consensual, and in keeping with the enhancement of body, mind and spirit, accepting her as a complete and whole person, growing together in friendship, trust and love.

She heard the words and knew they resonated in a place deep within her heart. To have such love, to be accepted and owned in such a complete way made rivers of tears flow down her cheeks. She had to ask Grand Master to speak again the words he had just spoken. Gentler now, he asked her, ‘Are you happy with the arrangements made for you and the terms of your submission as written here? There are other words which do not concern you...’

He looked at Dream Catcher and then Shadow, before continuing. ‘But these are things I need to speak with your Masters about and which concern the future.’

‘Grand Master, it will make me very happy to sign, to give my life in this way to them. I trust them both.’

‘Then, let it be so.’

She was presented with a pen, and signed her name before the two Masters added theirs.

‘So come, let us join the festivities. But remember, Angel, as slave you are forbidden to fraternise in any way with the others, on pain of punishment.’

The Grand Master watched her obediently follow his instruction, entering again the main Dungeon Hall where the sounds of music and merriment showed the party was in full swing. Then he turned to speak privately with her Masters.

Angel

Committed, Devoted Slave

The Grand Master could not take his eyes from the woman with the body of a temptress, the innocence of a child, the submissiveness of a slave. She took an obvious pleasure in pleasing. Like other slaves she cast her eyes to the floor, and obeyed a Master’s wishes. But there was so much more in the way she displayed an inner depth and a quality so rare he found it hard to put into words. He suspected she was also talented, with a high degree of intelligence and a Phd in Life. New to the lifestyle she was already obedient and had been taught well. She moved with a confidence and strength that came from deep within which took nothing away from her servitude. Given time and the right environment he could discover if, in body, mind and spirit, she was all that she appeared to be.

Aware people were restless he clapped his hands twice, and bade curtains around the walls be opened to reveal the secret pleasures beyond. Listening to the gasps and cries of the Masters and slaves as they coupled off to familiarise intimately with the equipment, he had only eyes for Angel.

Her eyes were wide as she took in the hooks across the beams, the bars and black crosses, a platform held high against the ceiling, chains and instruments of torture hanging in neat rows, and she recognised the cage. Vaguely she wondered where the camera was and if this was being recorded.

Slaves were strapped in place to all manner of holds, some blindfolded, some gagged, others hooded. Yet all of them obviously enjoyed the experience of being pleasured by their Masters. Amidst the soft lights and music moans and squeals filled the air as whips came into contact with butts, crops made their mark, and senses were heightened, feelings brought to the fore.

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