The Domination of Diana (11 page)

Troy thought about it. He was still trying to take in this new side of BDSM. “I believe I will pass. May I stay and ask Doctor… I mean your slave, more questions? I think her perspective, as a slave and a psychologist may help me with my fiancée.”

Derek smiled, “As long as you respect my lock. Most males around here refuse to see the intelligence that a female can possess. I admire your insight. But, I promise, as amazing as her mind is, her body is even better.”

Troy laughed, “I guess I am going to need to take your word on that.”

“Yes, you will." With that he closed the office door, leaving the two of them alone. Troy noticed Dr. Sell’s blushed cheeks. It was one of the most beautiful sights, he’d ever seen.

Chapter Eight

Diana, now Cierra, knelt obediently near Liam’s feet. Master Derek was on his way to meet with her, alone. Over the past few hours, Master Liam has been preparing her for the impending contract, her voluntary submission of rights. It started as soon as Candy and Desiree brought her to this office.

***

Prostrate on the lush carpet, Liam’s voice caused Diana’s body to tremble as her pussy quivered. She teetered on the ledge between terror and ecstasy. The fear of one and the allure of the other, kept her tingling with electricity. This man now dominated her being. In the past she’d upset him, said things, and done things. Tears slipped from her painted lids as she thought about their past. Diana prayed that he recognized the past as ancient history, this is now. The realization that her entire future rested outside her control made her weak with desire. She would do anything to please her master. Sensing his presence and longing for his recognition, her desire for food diminished, in contrast to her desire to please his every whim.

“Rise, sluts; let me see what you have done." The three females rose to their feet. Candy and Desiree stepped back leaving Diana vulnerable and alone. Liam took her chin between his thumb and finger. “Look up at me, cunt." His words degraded, yet his tone comforted. Diana met his eyes. “Don’t cry. You will ruin the makeup.”

Inhaling and exhaling, Diana attempted to read his eyes. She’d seen rage in those ice blue eyes. Now, it seemed as though the ice had melted into a tepid pool of blue. His tone matched the warmth. “Yes, Master." She blinked back the tears.

“Let me see you, turn around." Diana obeyed, doing a slow 360. “Very good,” he reached out to touch her hair. “Yes, red was a good choice." Speaking to the other club sluts, “I can assume it is not only this hair that has been dyed?”

Desiree spoke, “Yes, Master. Her pussy is a matching red.”

Liam smiled, “Did our new slave cooperate?”

The sluts replied simultaneously, “Yes, Master.”

“I want to see it, undress her." They didn’t hesitate. Diana remained steady as Candy removed her shirt and Desiree pulled down her skirt. Diana obediently stepped out of the small piece of material.

Standing in only her black high heels, Diana considered shielding herself, but instinctively knew it would be prohibited. Besides, the public display was erotic. Her cunt clenched as he inspected the tight curls of her mound. She longed for Liam’s approval.

“Did the two of you initiate our new slut? Make her come? Taste her?”

Candy responded, “Sir, Desiree fingered her, she was wet. I licked Desiree’s fingers. She was sweet.”

“Desiree, tell me if our new slut is wet now."

Diana fought to remain standing while Desiree’s fingers penetrated her wet pussy. Her cunt contracted, as her knees bent slightly. She saw Liam’s grin and heard Desiree’s words. “Oh, yes, Sir, she is dripping and hot.”

Liam commanded, “Make her come." Desiree obeyed, moving her fingers in and out while simultaneously rubbing Diana’s clitoris.

“You may help, Candy." Liam directed as Diana fought to remain standing. Candy came to her front and suckled Diana’s hard nipples.

Diana grasped Candy’s shoulders as a whimper escaped her lips. The pleasure overtook her; she began to move with Desiree’s fingers. Her body tightened, and the edge was near.

Liam’s words cleared the fog of pleasure. “Stop.” The two immediately obeyed as Diana released an involuntary whine. “My dear,” His words intended for Diana. “As a Club slave you must always request permission to orgasm.”

She wanted it to be his cock, but elation was so close. “Please, Master, please let me come.”

Liam laughed, “Are you now such a slut, you want these women to make you come?”

It was true, she was. She wanted it so bad. “Yes, please?”

“Lie down and show me your wet cunt." Diana obeyed, lying on the plush carpet, knees splayed, and cunt glistening. “Alright girls, make her cross that line." Now to Diana, “You may come. Oh and by the way, your name is now Cierra.”

Diana fought with his words:
she could come
. Desiree was now on her knees, lapping Diana’s clit. Candy was also down on all fours, twisting and nipping at Cierra’s nipples.
But her name? First, her hair, now her name?
The pressure began to mount. Her back arched and her hips rose. Cierra’s freshly painted nails dug into the depths of the plush carpet as primal sounds came from her lips.

Liam’s voice again invaded her private heaven. “Tell me your name or I will stop this again.”

Breathless, Diana replied, “Cierra, Master Liam, my name is Cierra." She didn’t wait for further instruction, Cierra moaned as the other two women caused her body to shudder and her cunt to throb, gushing its thick sweet fluid.

After Desiree licked Cierra clean, both sluts helped her once again dress.

Liam sat in his posh leather desk chair enjoying the show. “Cierra, come to me.” Cierra crawled to Liam’s feet. “How do you feel?”

“Master, I am embarrassed that I wanted that so much. I am ashamed and degraded. I am also spent and yet want more."

“You may not hide anything from me. Is that all?”

“No, Master, I am hungry. May I please have something to eat?”

The other two sluts gasped in unison. Cierra’s head fell to the ground. She’d done something wrong, but didn’t know what. Liam’s kind voice came as a surprise; she’d expected anger. “It is alright, sluts. She doesn’t know all the rules, yet. Both of you go to the kitchen. I have an order waiting. Bring it back.”

“Yes, Master,” they said in unison. Then the two sluts turned, leaving Liam alone with Cierra.

Lifting Cierra by the roots of her red hair, Liam took in his new slave, as she once again sat at his feet. “My pet, you have come a long way." Cierra smiled and leaned toward his knees. “Tell me your thoughts about this transition”

“Master, I was scared. I feared I would die in that box.”

“You did.”

Cierra looked at her master, “But, I am here.”

“No, Cierra is here. The old you is dead. You must come to terms with that.”

Cierra contemplated his words. Once again, he was right. Diana is gone. Diana Reilly, the engaged financial analyst with long blonde hair is gone. Cierra, the red headed slut, the female who allowed – no wanted, two other women to screw her, for the pleasure of a man – she's here. She sighed. This revelation made everything easier. “You are right, Master. Diana is dead. I am who you say. I am Cierra.”

Diana missed Troy terribly. A million times while encased in the dreadful crate, she berated herself for writing that terrible letter. Her thoughts lingered on
what might have
been
. However, Cierra did not have those thoughts. Cierra’s life is here and now. Cierra would do anything necessary to be the best slave Liam ever owned. She longed for direction, instruction, and correction. Diana had too many choices in her life, Cierra had none. Her entire body yearned for her master’s domination.

Liam smiled and patted her head. The slight insignificant attention, made Cierra warm and her insides tingle. Soon her submission was rewarded. She ate food from Liam’s hand, as reward for her obedience. She repeated her name and earned food. She agreed to sign the contracts and earned food. She agreed to her impending training and earned food. Cierra would have agreed to murder, for more food.

Liam explained that his father, Carmichael Diamond owned Creation Inferno. His approval is required prior to Cierra becoming an official Club Slut. She walked one step behind Master Liam, eyes downcast, from his office upstairs and down more corridors to Master Carmichael Diamond’s. This time there was no wait. Liam opened the grand doors, within another reception area.

Entering the private office, Cierra took in the majesty. From the draperies that surrounded large windows overlooking the clubs below, to the large mahogany desk, the room spoke power. The man behind the desk was a white haired version of his son. Age didn’t diminish his stature, as he eluded authority. On either side of his chair, standing at his ready, were two beautiful well-dressed women with expressions of indifference. Cierra was obviously not the first slut they’d seen paraded through this room, and wouldn’t be the last. She was nothing. Somehow, their presence made her interview more demeaning.

Cierra bowed before Master Diamond. Her breasts rubbed the thick carpet beneath the thin t-shirt causing her nipples to harden. This position exposed her bare ass to Liam. He spoke to his father, “This is the slut I spoke of, Cierra O’Leary." Apparently, he thought her red hair made her Irish?

“Miss O’Leary, rise." Cierra stood before the omnipotent master of this domain, her eyes bowed in reverence. “Look at me, young lady. Tell me why you believe you deserve to be employed by my club.”

Her mind scrambled. She’d presented flawless proposals to boards and committees, yet she fought with her tongue. Her answer came in stammers of words, clumped together. “Yes, Master Diamond... I believe I… I will be… I can be a good employee…”

“Miss O’Leary, do you plan on wasting my time?”

Cierra’s cheeks burned, “No, Sir." She swallowed, “I believe I am well qualified.”

The two women snickered as Mr. Diamond replied, “You are well
qualified
to be a slut? Does that mean you can spread your legs? Perhaps you can suck a cock?" She held her breath, listening as he berated her, culminating with a question. “Do you believe you are a good lay?" Cierra stood straight, trying desperately to focus on the dignified male, not the females’ patronizing stares. Her deliberation took too long. “Come, child, coyness is unnecessary in a slave and a slut. If you possess talents, now is the time to make them known.”

“Yes, Master, I do believe I am a good lay.”

“So you believe that you can please a man? Do you believe you can please me?”

Cierra knelt before Carmichael Diamond. He spoke harshly, “Miss O’Leary, stand. I did not tell you
to
please me. I asked
if
you thought you were able.”

Scurrying to her feet Cierra replied, “I would do my best, Master." The giggles of the other women made her ears burn with shame.

“Miss O’Leary, my son has a paper for me. Kindly fetch it, and bring it to me.”

“Yes, Master Diamond." She immediately turned toward Liam and smiled. In his outstretched hand was a folded piece of white paper. Cierra exhaled,
finally something she could do without Carmichael Diamond’s denigration
. Retrieving the paper, she presented it to Master Diamond with a respectful nod of her head. He took the page, wadded it into a ball, and tossed it onto the floor.

“Miss O’Leary, get that ball of paper and place it in the trash can.”

Puzzled, Cierra complied.

“Very good, Miss O’Leary, do you know why I asked you to do those activities?”

“You wanted the paper so that you could wad it up, Sir?" More giggles.

“Obedience, I was testing your obedience." She contemplated his requests. He’d told her to
fetch
the paper and get the
ball
, like a dog! Once again her cheeks reddened. At the same time she felt her juices flow. “Do you believe you are beyond training?”

“No, Sir. I believe any skill can be improved with training.”

“Skill,” he patted the slender hands resting on his shoulders. “I suppose some may consider it skill, I would say innate behavior and primitive response. Females were created to service the needs of males. Miss O’Leary, as an Inferno slave, will you service men?”

“Yes, Master, I will.”

“This may mean one man or ten. It may require servicing women at the whim of a male. Are you willing to do that?"

Cierra thought about Mistress Debbie, Candy, and Desiree. “Yes, Master. I will do as I am told.”

“Miss O’Leary, my establishment is well known for its beautiful women. I believe in that criterion, you qualify." Cierra soaked in his words, the first compliment she’d heard. “However, discipline here is very strict. Failure to comply is prohibited. You will be expected to perform your duties perfectly. Noncompliance creates chaos. I will not tolerate chaos at my club. Therefore, disobedience is punished swiftly and justly. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master Diamond.”

“Some people enjoy delivering pain and torment to others. That too, is a service we provide. If you are not willing to receive the abuse of our members, your service will not be required. You may go.”

Cierra stood motionless. Her name changed, her hair changed, and now this magnificently strong handsome powerful man was dismissing her. She fell to her knees. “Please, Master, please, I beg you. I will be a good slut. I will service as many members as is required of me. I will learn your ways and willingly accept punishment for my transgressions. I also consent to any form of abuse or degradation that will bring pleasure to a member." Her chest began to heave, “Just please, please don’t make me go." She hung her head in shame. Her pathetic pleas, dripping pussy, and blotching chest confirmed her inferiority.

“Miss O’Leary, go stand in that corner,” he pointed to his right, “while Master Liam and I discuss your application.”

Her thighs slid with each step, as she rose and walked toward the corner. Her path forced her to walk before Liam. As she took the required position, Liam humiliated her further with his additional instruction, “Place your hands on top of your head. You may not touch yourself.”