The Colors of Ash-Chapter Nine

Sasha hands in the papers with my signature of emancipation, as I wait out in the hall of the county office. I will be nineteen tomorrow. She says someone might want to discuss my options with me, but I hope they don’t. I don’t have anything prepared to tell them. They know I have no relatives, that I know of.

It’s been two weeks since we discussed my becoming a submissive and since the night of Sasha’s punishment. I asked if this…Master Sinclair guy ever got back with her. However, she said that the paperwork should be filed before I pursue my interest in the lifestyle.

She walks out of the office with a smile. “That’s it. You are emancipated.”

“They don’t want to ask me any questions?” I ask.

“No. They know you’ll be nineteen tomorrow, so there’s not much they can say or do. You are your own person, now. Unless you screw up and get into trouble. Of which I know, you will not,” she says, grabbing my arm and leading us out of the door.

After we are in the car, she asks, “So, shall we make plans for your birthday?”

“What do you have in mind?”

She smiles deviously. “Master is having a partner play party. It will be a good time to show you off.”

“But what about the man you called a few weeks ago?”

“Well, I don’t think he’s ready to take on a submissive. Master said he’s been working on himself, lately. But don’t worry, there are plenty of doms just waiting to dominate you,” she says, her brows lifted high.

“This will be one birthday party I will never forget. In fact, it is the only birthday party I’ve ever had.”

“Wow. That’s sad. But I know there are lots of children in the system who experience the same. But no more for you. Now, let’s take the rest of the day, and shop for your birthday party.” I smile, and Sasha starts the car.

We end up at a department store of women’s lingerie. She wants me to pick out something hot and sexy, yet she tells me…innocent.

“Isn’t that the point? Not to look like a prude?”

“This is your first time; innocent is very sexy when you’re young like you. Trust me, many doms are looking for a baby dom. That’s if you want to go the daddy-dom way.”

“There’s a difference?”

“Yes, there is. Plus, every dom is different. Some want experienced subs, and some want a real challenge of a rebel. It’s a real turn-on when a sub is cocky, or disobedient.”

“What kind are you and your master?”

“Well, he started as my daddy dom. Now, he’s my master. I thought he would not continue with my training once I graduated college. Instead, he took me on as his submissive. Most daddy doms have you live with them.”

“Do you think that’s what I should do?”

“Mmm, maybe. But, let's just have fun tonight, and see what level you think you are. Don’t rush anything. If you’re not ready, you’re not ready. Doms can be very enduring.”

“Okay,” I say. “I will play it by ear.”

“Now, let's find you something for tonight.”

I have no clue about any of the intimate apparel, and let Sasha pick for me. We ended up choosing a pink, silky two-piece baby doll lingerie with a matching robe. It feels weird, to pick out pajamas for a party. But it also makes me feel sexy.

After our shopping, Sasha takes me to lunch. It’s the first day of my emancipation, and I can honestly say, the happiest day of my life.

* * *

A limo picks us up outside of Sasha’s studio apartment. It’s my birthday, and I’m dressed in the baby doll lingerie under my long coat. I’m excited and nervous. Sasha says I will be allowed to play, if I sign the NDA. My mind races back and forth. Just observe and be turned on. Join in and let my inhibitions go. The insides of my thighs are wet since the silky bottoms do little to absorb my wetness. I’m that turned on. And nervous.

As the limo gets closer to the city, my heart beats hard in my chest. Sasha notices my nervous edge and takes my hand in hers.

“Relax. Everything is all up to you. You can observe, or participate.”

“As long as I sign the disclosure. Right?”

“Actually, you’ll need to sign to get in. There will be some prominent people there tonight, who don’t want their lifestyle exposed.”

“I understand. I’ll sign as soon as we get there.”

Within minutes, we’re here. My breathing feels quickened. The limo drivers let us out at the elevator and we take it to the penthouse of her master.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

The doors open, and we walk the hall to the door. A man who looks to be a bodyguard stands in front. “Master Victor is expecting you and your guest. Make sure your guest signs the NDA,” he says.

“Yes, sir,” Sasha says, and he opens the door. The lights are very low, enigmatic music plays in the background. Without warning, I see women bent over, being fucked by men. Some are dressed in leather gear, with collars around their necks. The moans of pleasure surround us. It’s all so erotic.

“Please check your coats and grab a band if you’re not collared,” another man, who also looks to be a bodyguard orders us.

When Sasha takes off her coat, it’s then I see the beaded, shiny collar around her neck. The collar of her coat must have been covering it. A clipboard is handed to me and I read over what little I can see and sign it. I’m then handed a pink, rubber bracelet.

“Pink means it’s your first time.”

“Okay,” I say, and roll it onto my wrist.

“Remember, you can only observe if you want. Do not feel pressured to play.”

I nod, and we walk into the sinful atmosphere. I can’t believe I’m seeing all of this. People are actually fucking in front of each other. Master Victor comes over to Sasha and clips a leather leash on her collar. Her whole demeanor changes into a submissive role. Eyes down, hands at her side.

“Girl,” he says to me, “Sasha will be my pet tonight. You are free to participate with the others.”

“But…I’m not a submissive. I don’t know the rules.”

“Then you may want to only observe. Come, pet,” he says and walks away with Sasha—strapped to a leash.

I’m not sure what I should do. So, I begin to slowly walk among the participants. Some are only observing, and I stand next to a small group. I look for anyone else wearing a pink bracelet. Looks like I’m the only newbie. Maybe, I shouldn’t have worn this sexy baby doll nightie.

“Your first time, I see,” a lady beside me asks.

“Ah, yeah.”

Her eyes explore my body. I guess that’s normal here. “So, what do you think, so far?”

“I find it to be more like exotic art.”

“Exactly. Do you plan to play tonight?”

My eyes dart to the floor, and I press my lips into a shy smile before looking back up at her. “I still haven’t decided. My friend brought me here for my birthday.”

“Happy birthday. I think you should treat yourself. Play blind man’s bluff.”

“What’s that?”

Her lips move into a wicked grin. “Oh, you’ll love it. Trust me,” she says and takes me by the arm. She brings me to a table with nothing on it. “Gentlemen, this young thing is celebrating her birthday. I think we should treat her.” All of the men have masks on. The kind that only covers their eyes, like in a masquerade. “Shall we play blind man’s bluff?”

“How do you play this game?”

“You are blindfolded, lying naked on the table, while these men feast on you like candy. It’s quite fun for a beginner. It’s also exciting to watch. It’s a great way to test your limits, and learn new things you like.” As she says this, her fingers softly caress my arm, and then down my leg. She pulls out a black blindfold. “Are you up for a fantastic birthday treat? These men are dying to taste you, I’m sure.”

Every fiber in my body is screaming to lie on that table and be pleasured. But my logical side says, no.

“Careful there, Candy. You’re putting too much negative thought into it. Let me give you a treat.”

“Okay,” I say, and sound like a bashful school girl.

“Wonderful.” As she covers my eyes with the blindfold, she whispers in my ear. “This is a gift from Sasha, so you have no worries. Happy birthday, Cinder.”

I feel her leave my side when one of the men takes my hand. “Come, our Candy.” I’m picked up and then gently laid on the table. There are hands, many hands stroking up and down my arms, inside my legs. I’m breathing heavily, and feeling myself become wet.

I feel a finger move inside the silk bottoms, stroking the entrance of my sex. I instantly buck my hips, wanting more. My breasts are being massaged through the thin material of my top. Then, two hands move up inside my top and gently squeeze my breasts. Soon, the top is being pulled off, as are my bottoms. I’m completely naked, lying on the cool table.

Someone spreads my legs, and I feel fingers tracing around my folds. Both nipples are being sucked at the same time. Three, three men are pleasuring me.

Suddenly, I feel a warm tongue on my clit, and I begin with gentle moaning. Their fingers press inside, stroking that sensitive spot. My body bucks for more pleasure, dying for more. And I’m rewarded when someone begins sucking on my clit, and stroking my sweet spot. My breasts are tortured with nips of teeth.

“You’re such sweet candy. Your cunt smells like honey. We’re all going to taste your cunt. Make you come until you can’t stand it anymore.”

There are two mouths now, feasting on my cunt. I can feel my juices running down my leg. The third man sucks and nips hard on my breasts. I’m so close. Am I supposed to last? Because I don’t think I can.

“That’s it. Come for us, Candy girl. Squirt your juice on us.”

“Ahh, it feels so good. Yes, taste me,” I scream. I feel I’m being watched by everyone. And that turns me on even more.

There are at least four fingers inside me, pumping in and out hard. My clit is being assaulted with two tongues. I’m done for and scream out my orgasm.

“Ahh! Yes! I’m coming,” I moan out and feel the gush of warm liquid run down my thighs.

My body is spent, totally sated on the table. My breathing is heavy as someone wraps me in a thick covering of some kind. A blanket? Robe? I’m not sure, all I know is my body is limp and relaxed. I don’t think I could walk if I had to.

I’m lifted off the table, still blindfolded, and carried across the room.

“I hope you enjoyed your birthday present.” I don’t recognize the voice. It’s not one of the three men who pleasured me on the table. It’s someone else. This voice is low, with sexual undertones. “I’m taking you to the aftercare room. You will stay there until Sasha comes and gets you.”

“Okay,” I say, and start to remove the blindfold.

“No! The blindfold will remain on until I say so.”

“Sorry.”

I feel him carry me up the stairs. Once at the top, he walks down a hall. All the sounds downstairs, the moaning, the music begins to fade as he walks us into a room.

He sets me on something soft. Something on the floor.

“How does this feel?” he asks in that sexy voice. I wish I could see him. See his face and look into his eyes. He makes me feel so safe and guarded. And I don’t even know this man.

“I feel wonderful, sir.” I hear his breath hitch. Did I say something wrong?

“I hope you enjoyed that.”

“Yes, sir. I did.”

“Good. Because it will be the last time, you’ll ever be touched by strangers.” I start to speak when a finger is laid on my lips. “Silence. You will stay here for the rest of the night. Only when you hear the door close, may you remove your blindfold. There is water on the nightstand. You may help yourself. And there’s an en suite to clean yourself.” I hear his shoes tap slowly away. Just before the door closes, he says, “Happy birthday, Cinder.”

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