Willing Victim To Their Rites

The main dungeon of Salon Kitty's. Two Mistresses, eyes outlined in kohl, clad in silk kimonos and high heels, glimpses of stockings visible. Haunting music plays softly, and the lights are dimmed. Candles shed a soft glow.

Footsteps in the hallway, and the new candidate can be heard letting himself into the adjoining room. He has been told to wait there for further instructions.

A glance between Mistress Devonia and Mistress Phaedra, two nods, and the scenario starts to unfold.

They walk into the next room. The candidate starts - he had been expecting Ms Devonia, but was unaware he would be the willing victim of both ladies. He knows both of them well, but slips into role.

'Who are you, and why are you here? This isn't my business meeting - why are you dressed like that?'

A finger is placed on his lips to still his questions, as three other hands start gently, relentlessly tugging him to follow them, to submit, to acquiesce.

'Hush. You are ours now'
'Yes - ours. You were given to us as a likely candidate for initiation into our Rite'
'Come with us, and surrender yourself to your deepest, most twisted desires'

They lead him into the main dungeon, and use him as their plaything. He is tied into vulnerable and exposed positions. Stripped, blindfolded and forced to guess whose hands, whose nipple, whose hair. He is penetrated, he has weights and pinwheels on his cock and balls, clamps on nipples, he is flogged and spanked and teased, he feels the soft, insistent stimulation of electro torture building him to the edge of a climax - all the time with those beautiful, evil ladies murmuring to him about the delights available to those who submit fully to their ways. He loses himself in the dance Phaedra and Devonia lead him in, as they play off each others' devious imaginations, till he is begging for full indoctrination into their cult.

They laugh, and promise him that one day, he will be fully initiated. That one day, a mysterious lady would walk up to him in a public place, whisper a code word in his ear, and whisk him off to his next testing and final elevation. They give him his code word, and implant it via hypnotic suggestion, reinforcing it with tease and denial, with torture and pleasure.

Today he is permitted only some pleasure, some access to the torments and delights these devious ladies are capable of, before they join in anointing him with their golden nectars, drenching him with their golden showers, allowing him to cum, and sending him on his way - eager and willing for the next chapter in this fantasy.