Submissive Elegance ( Erinye X Sanoci )

[Sanoci]

It stood atop a cliffside ocean view with a steep mountain side of rapids, segregated passed prying eyes of those of common birth and trivial mentalities of the world. This illustrious estate possessed five towers of dizzying size, with equally monstrous curtain walls. The stone path made by masons of the forgotten past stood, admittedly weathered by time ,but still in excellent condition despite it all. An abundance of those swaddled in high formal attire took their time strolling along as the elevation rose where driving wasn't permitted passed a certain point. Those honored guests would peer at the marvelous gates .It was made of thick, black stone, which was covered in silvery dew. The mansion Markus Maximilius purposely laid away from interference, security aplenty with even thorough directions regarding invitations and his own subordinates to drive them to this discreet area in the country side of Europe. Victorian and spacious to the guest slowly appearing into the area, they passed through the lobby area seemingly remodeled to retain its classical decorum. All guests encircling the lobby occupied with armed security as insurance, representatives of an aristocratic society looming in the underground where their carnal desires and kinks could be whimsically fulfilled. The confines of the dimly illuminating lobby corridor was lit by candle posts and a chandelier above the room.

Hovering above the great halls reserved for grandeur conference was the puppet master of this humble homecoming of sorts. The balcony graced his presence, features barely recognizable to the crowd in attendance. A manufactured, customized silver suit embroidered his musculature through the matching mask decorated in Celtic symbols with specialized lens to appear ominous with darkened hues. Above average in height, tanned complexion barring no blemishes seen on his cloaked flesh,slicked back jet-black hair with a notable groomed goatee blanketing his mandible and pearly white dentures. Honeyed words spread spewing from the low, husky voice mixed with a modulated tone as he addressed the denizens in attendance.

Copious amount of whispers surrounding him for he lack property for nearly a decade of admission into this elite hierarchy. How incorrect they were, the correlation symbolic for Markus sought an adequate method that did not always result in plucking the ill developed subject brought upon them to feed onto those vices society has shunned for centuries now. Only through these events were they still breathing. Haughtiness radiated through the figures gawking from above, saluting, bowing; whatever find befitting for the occasion as he silently gazed at the regal staircase with gem of his years of cultivation about to be unveiled.

" Salutations and welcome to Manor Maximilius; formerly a castle back in ages past just like our vices treated like forbidden fruit. Tonight its not just about us, or even my accomplishments. All of this my esteem guests is the debutante party for my flowered gem. Bask in her beauty as she reveals herself center stage to feast your eyes upon! "

 

[Erinye]

This was her big night.

She was finally going to be his, and in her honor he had spared no expense, throwing her the largest, most lavish party in a decade of the society. Everyone who was someone was there, all dressed in their finest dresses and suits, concealing their faces with elaborately detailed Venetian masks. From the window in her room on the second floor, she could see all the cars pull up, valets helping the guests inside and parking their expensive German cars. Some even arrived in large, luxurious limousines, personal drivers and all. They were all there to see her. Though they had never seen her, they had all heard the rumours, of her beauty and of her dedication to the man who had saved her.

She owed everything to him; her life, her sanity, even her soul. Before he saved her, she was living with an abusive foster family; a mutual relationship of hatred; they hated her, and she hated them. When he found her, she was slowly bleeding out from a cut in her wrist, a fumbled attempt at suicide, her face battered and bruised from being beaten by her foster father. That night, when he carried her out in her arms, that was the first time in her entire life she had felt truly safe.

Since that night she had lived with him. He gave her anything she wanted, doting her with gifts and luxury beyond her wildest dreams, though he never touched her, not once, not a kiss or even a handshake, he was quite insistent on that, though it pained her. His only request was that she never leave the house, well, castle. Only on rare occasions would they go out together, always surrounded by a score of bodyguards. One day she had wanted a horse; he gave her an entire stable, filled with the finest pure breeds in the world, and staff to take care of them. On her sixteenth birthday he gave her the latest Mercedes-Benz luxury car. The only thing he could not give her was friends. Being confined to the house, she found that much needed friendship among the servants and household, but even they were strictly forbidden from touching her. Only her personal physician was allowed to touch her, but always under careful watch.

He gave her the best education money could buy, tutored by the best and brightest minds available. Everything from languages, history, literature, poetry to dancing, music and song, riding, even fencing. She was allowed to study whatever she found interesting, as long as she learned, and this spurred the young prodigy on to greatness, excelling in everything she did.

When she received her first period at thirteen, she thought she was going to die, but this transition only opened up a new area of learning; sex. She was fascinated, yet a little frightened, absorbing everything she could, learning of techniques, positions, the proper healthcare precautions, but still nobody would touch her, not even her teacher, a gorgeous French dominatrix. She remained virgin, and while learning everything she could, she never felt the urge to experiment, to explore her body.

Now, at eighteen years old, she knew what all of her training had been for; she was going to be his, she would finally feel his touch, finally be able to repay her debt to him, to express her love for him, her admiration, and she would do it, willingly. She would be his for the rest of her life if that was what he wanted. She had shaped into a beautiful young woman, exercising daily, always eating properly, the best in skincare and hygiene products available. She was everything she could be; well shaped, standing at 5'4", a long lustrous mane of blonde hair, reaching her buttocks, soft blue eyes that was to die for, high cheekbones and a smile that could melt a man's heart. Her breasts had grown into a nice and firm, perky C cup, her waist slim while her buttocks remained soft and round; giving her just the right amount of curves.

She heard his introduction and she knew it was time. She was ready, dressed in a beautiful white dress, sweetheart neckline, floor length, mother of pearl jewelry and matching sandal heels. Her hair was set up in an elaborate style, showing off her exquisite neck, her lips painted a light pink shade. She looked breathtaking. Taking a deep breath and with shaking legs, she would step out into the light, and immediately a thousand eyes were resting on her, everyone in deep silence as they admired her beauty.

She scanned over the crowds; every single one of them beautiful and rich, all of them decadent, pursuing lives of deviancy to sate their unquenchable sexual appetites. But tonight, they were all masked, anonymous, not that she would recognize them anyway, having led such a sheltered life, yet she could tell by their eyes that they all lusted for her, they all wanted her, but she would belong to only one person; him...

And there he was, standing at the base of the stairs, looking at her, admiration and love in his eyes, the only one among hundreds who really cared for her. She walked down the staircase, one step at a time, one hand gently gripping the railing, making sure she did not trip in her dress. Finally face to face with him, her heart was pounding something fierce in her chest, so strong that she could hear the drumming in her ears.

Smiling, she gracefully offered him her hand. "Greetings, Master," she said. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for her entire life, the moment when she would feel his touch.

 

[Sanoci]

Summarizing this blithesome occasion felt a level of anxiousness, dark lens leering her radiant figure cultivated by years of dedication. Impervious towards commending horrendous actions for the sake of sexual release, Markus grimace knowing all was achieved through his resolve. Such resolve practically nonexistent by this context, by this barbarous beasts hidden in wealth and reputation. Contradictory in their shared envy, majority the billionaire noted gawked at her extensively longing for a brief taste. The Maximilius manor surrounded itself with gluttonous predators, taking dinky maintenance for their slaves before tossing them aside like garbage, traded to partners, or simply glanced upon with indifference.

This marvelous treasured entangled his livelihood approximately nine years ago, approaching a decade for those cognizant towards the flow of time. Where others saw a broken girl, Markus pierced through the insecurities, her clobbered complexion, and only found potential in something capable of being molded. Maybe it was destiny, reservations which stretched his morals early in admittance to this prestigious society. Why handle only average to the occasional enthusiast woman versus one filled with gratitude and refined. Partially a lie to secure himself, he detested unwarranted abuse. She was rescued with the following night a 'tragic' accident afflicted the foster family. A deviant was foster seldom a few times throughout her years. Maximilius' harbored lewd thoughts, mustering the courage not to allow his horrific past follow him prior to meeting her. Her virtuous gaze neutralized the peer pressure of his demented colleagues, keeping his principles despite every fiber screaming to ravish her, ravish this angel of perfection descending passed the steps to formally greet him.

Sanctified and tucked away by her own division of the mansion was a safeguard against himself and a sheltered environment appropriate enough to keep his flowered gem camouflaged from the malicious elements of the world. Knowingly causing her some degree of despair from consistent loneliness, refusing her exiguous requests felt vicious considering the true manifestations delved deep within. Regardless she was obedient, perhaps even in her early teen years dismissed her hormones out of respect, maybe even love for him. Despite his years his heart beat profusely, anxiety building over the idea of a dream a decade in the making as youth began to skip him by. Shunning traditional things like courting, adventures out of the country, and marriage. Everything was his way of demonstrating equal faith to her, a feeling no one in the crowd would never comprehend.

Distinguishing was her voice, exhibiting lovely vocals and a tone of elegance such common slaves will never account for. Facing each other with acute emotions roaring between them, self-control barely disciplined his hands. Loins ached, silent for virtually a decade simply for the enticing promise of a woman befitting to his standards. Gradually holding onto her polished right hand he kissed her hand gentlemanly, absurd by the crowd filled with gasps and awes alike. Rising from a curtsey position, Markus Maximilius maneuvered himself behind her. Brushing sensually, cascading his groin against her bulbous clothed ass to feel his arousal and the expensive fabric; ambushing her senses with a carnal pressing of his whitened canines on her tender earlobe ferociously , slithering his tongue with a whisper meant only for her ears.

" Our plight soon ends, I will make it all worth it."

Suddenly an audible click echoed throughout the lavish, gothic halls as a embroidered collar slithered upon her neck; devious in his talent in misdirection with deft hands accompanying the magic behind his actions to the intrigued audience. Hard leather with buckles and an O-ring now fashioned around her slender neck; possibilities endless for the deviant minds of the audience and secretly its owner himself for the pent up sexual tension since her teenage years has blossomed her.

" Heralding your esteemed eyes is my most beloved woman, investing affection, even augmenting her mind. Feast your eyes upon the unknown! "

Without hesitation he flung off her dress by the strings, executing her exhibition with seemingly detached eyes for flare. May everyone look onward with jealousy imbued into their core, knowing and definitely wanting as her flawless exterior was unwrapped for the underworld would ever witness. The wolves came out, unfortunately they were dealing with one unwilling to share the juicy meal.

 

[Erinye]

'Yeeeeeeeesss!' He kissed her hand and her heart skipped a beat or two as that moment seemed to linger forever, his soft lifts gently tracing along her knuckles, feeling his breath on her skin. It was enough to get her a little bit wet, having longed for that moment for so long, to touch him.

Click!

She gasped loudly, feeling the collar close around her neck, and knowing in that moment, that she was his, finally his. She bared her neck for him, tracing her soft fingers across the magnificent collar, immediately her favourite of the many, many gifts he had given her. Though she could not see it, she could definitely feel it, the hard leather against her skin, roughly two inches wide, buckled on the backside and with a single metal o-ring on the front, perfect for a leash, to keep her in line. It was her most treasured possession.

Her eyes were still closed when she felt him rip off her dress, tearing it apart in the process, and leaving her standing completely nude, only in her heels. Purposely she had avoided wearing panties, and in preparation for this night, her pussy was shaved nice and smooth, already glistening with wet desire. She could feel the cool air on her perfect figure, her nipples hardening as a soft moan escaped her lips, all eyes upon her; it was so freeing, to be naked, to be seen. Seductively she would arch her back, tracing a hand from her neck down to her breasts, pinching one of her nipples. Her eyes screamed at him, as she bit her lower lip, both hands falling down to her vagina to spread her nether lips and revealing herself to him, begging him to take her, right there, ravage her body while everyone were looking.

“I’m still a virgin, Master. I saved myself for you,” she teased, blowing him a kiss. “Find me…” She suddenly withdrew from him, stepping into the packed crowd of guests to disappear, immediately discarding her heels to move about more silently. It was a game of hide and seek; her body his prize should he find her, but she was quick and limber, and the crowd was like a maze between them.

 

[Sanoci]

A temptress inveigled from meticulous lessons from her teacher Andrée Dumas only captivated her maturity throughout the years. Equally enthusiastic to bare emotions by raw intimate physicality, glamoured from her risque testimony of how to accurately groom perfection. Leaving him lascivious, teeth pinched against his lower lips similarly to her own wanton with anxiousness. Comically the lord's face froze in astonishment by her playful declaration, witnessing her gorgeous frame drowning out amongst the crowd of highly formal attire. Camouflaging her exposed flesh, glistened with her natural juices revved the libido as he bowed to the lustful audience in attendance.

" Reparation must be scheduled, my lovely specimen yearning to accelerate the facilities straight to the main course. And remember, inappropriate actions barring a leer will result in your immediate dismissal; PERMANENTLY!!! "

A boisterous clamor echoed in his final word, bounteous amount of red lasers training onto the masked forehead of his esteemed guests. Markus Maximilius often was called erratic in certain behaviors, apparently those not stirring the pot that was their host's wrath came to the realization on how he felt. She was his prize, the very flowered gem he crafted from one originally discarded, broken, and unpolished.

Her virtuous words rung through his hearing constantly, a sentimental nod for entrusting herself to him in exchange for all the generosity he gave this individual among billions lingering on this planet. Shuffling through the crowd, he searched through distinctly sounds from the crowd, her natural aroma meandering from her moisten nether lips and other cues that only a man of his dedication could chime the billionaire onto her whereabouts. Coarse into this game brought frustration sexually, probably intentional as a mischievous giggle was uttered before losing trace of her. The crowd's clamorous cheering and gossip were any better towards finding her... whistling to her.

" You knowww, teasing a wanting man isn't necessarily fun. Especially a man longing for you. "

 

[Erinye]

Teasing a wanting man. It was all part of the game, the chase; seducing him, making him want her, yet staying just out of reach. Anne moved through the crowd on tiptoes, quiet as a cat, skulking between the well dressed and masked guests, none of whom dared to touch her, afraid of that swift retaliation from the snipers on the balcony. She had been surprised when she saw the red laser sights, but then, it was so like him to have planned for every situation. It gave her a sort of power over them; she was nude, a collared slave, yet they were in awe of her, afraid of her touch and wanting it at the same time. There was not a single of them who did not want to fuck her, she could see it in their eyes, the raw lust, the longing to reach out and touch her body.

She stopped in front of one woman, standing next to her male companion, perhaps her husband or lover, young, beautiful and well dressed, sexy and erotic. She smiled seductively at her, disarming her, as she slowly stepped closer, bringing them intimately close, close enough that Anne could see the fear in her eyes. With a casual elegance she snatched the champagne glass from her hand, turning away from her and sipping of the delicious bubbly water. Glancing over her shoulder, Anne could see the relief in the woman’s eyes, the red laser still pointed directly at her forehead.

“Master,” she said out loud, calling for his attention. “I’m here.” The crowd parted, making space for her as she crawled on all fours, slow and seductively towards him, butt swaying erotically, slowly making her way towards him.

 

[Sanoci]

Armaments measured absurdly for the employment of the Maximilius, exerting its looming presence through the trained aim of bodyguards potentially former paramilitary or with the resources amassed through generations manufactured through his own resolve. Melodramatic feedback hinted with inclusion of laser sights redirecting its path gave minor hints of her location. Trembling with urges finally allowed to be quelled murdered his self-control, shuffling through the crowds aimlessly. A composed, almost benevolent figure transformed at the realization of his patience could be swept away, feeding his vices and all it took was plucking the flower he help create. Eventually the guise concluded, mirth by her bewitching words, trailing not too far with her curves exploited and body wanting. Immediately words were uttered...a mixture of excitement but frustration thanks to her antics.

".......Frolicked enough for a lifetime? "

Painfully tracing the diagram representing her splendid physique, a visible bulge creased his luxurious dress pants at her magnetic prancing that many in the audience stood erect in attention literally. Perhaps urgency enhanced by her performance or anxiety at the games she assembled caused the mysterious man of the manor to swiftly applied the chain missing from her lovely collar. Despite expeditious action Markus maintained his airs around himself, tender right hand grasping near her neck, running fingers in her hair. Tension was paramount to their relationship behind his virtuous behavior for her as he kneel temporary to show his fondness. Another arm now used to lock her head near his , gazing intensely uttering words that could incite anyone with his sundry voice.

" Beautiful, how would you love to be treated like the only gem to my eye, the ire to others, and the envy of women everywhere? ", fixation onto her opulent hues endured without the typical lustful glance at her features.

 

[Erinye]

Anne brushed against him like a cat, almost purring with delight as she nuzzled her cheek against his warm hands and legs. Feeling that chain click on to her collar, the light pull of it, made her sigh with relief, another small gesture that she was wholly and utterly his, she loved it. When he spoke to her in that deep and affectionate voice she listened with her entire body, eyes wide and trembling slightly as she clutched his leg tightly, holding it as if she was lost at sea and it was her life raft. Yet she knew all of it was a game and purposely spread her legs, so that the guests could see her wet anticipation already trickling down from her virgin sex.

It had been so difficult for her to resist toying with it, almost agony, but she had wanted to save it for him, her savior. Instead she had found other ways to please herself, to sate her wild desires, and had developed a great taste for anal sex.

"Yes, Master. Tell me I'm yours, please. Tell me I am the most beautiful you have ever seen. Tell me that you want me." She wanted to hear him say it more than anything else, to finally let go of that odd sense of nobility and take her as his property, after all those years of preparation. And of course she wanted more than that, she wanted everything he had to offer, even if it meant receiving it right there in front of everyone. Her eyes glanced over the crowd of masked guests surrounding them, their eyes transfixed on her, their bodies betraying their lust for her despite their ornate masks. No, she wanted them to see, and perhaps even more than just watch.

With a show of utmost respect she carefully lowered her face to kiss the tip of his shoes, first one then the other. Looking back up at him she could not help but blush; she had prepared herself for public sex, trained herself as best as possible, but now suddenly being there it nevertheless affected her. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, painfully aware of just how exposed she was, that at a glance they could see her most private parts; her soaked pussy, her perky breasts and even her little rear entrance. Smiling to herself as she blushed, she decided to give them a show, reaching back and gently starting to press a finger inside of her anus, gasping with pleasure.

 

[Sanoci]

Marginalizing her own happiness over the approval of the crowned stir suppressed feelings, emotions otherwise relinquished by the demons whispering to ravish her ferociously. Bestowed with her touch flattered him, velvety skin of excellence greeting him fondly by the confines of her loving embrace. Anne knew of his possessive essence, although keeping tabs on the flaws which fracture his resolve were held in place but barely. The object of his desire stood before everyone naked, avaricious to finally share the pleasures of the flesh, amidst the prying factor of those scrutinizing him for this gift while their own remained meager. Her uttering the words master ignited is loins, persevering only temporary to abide by her adorable request.


" Those ingraining themselves with your impeccable beauty will learn only you shall ensnare my heart. Your beauty is not only unmatched, its a byproduct of loyalty no one can replicate. I savor the significance of this evening most, unveiling you as a woman but the one I will feast upon my sexual appetite. I want you Anne, I really do without giving a FUCKKK to what they feel about my methods or our bond!!"

Her provocative stroll on her knees in his opposite direction only dictated the gluttony her loins felt, longed for without any everlasting stimulant. Soon he would be hugging her virgin walls, prick swallowed by her leg without negative bias, judgment, or even jealously for no one committed to her even amongst their own queens. An exhibitionist show like no other, she teased him like the crowd before her presence, The difference was the ensuing foreplay to spark that surge of energy kept by checks and balances. Witnessing her invade her asshole with his finger intrigued him, mind warped by the steamy scene before him. Gradually unbuttoning his shirt, Markus wasn't a proper mate without slowly discarding portions of his attire himself. Deserving of his best, she get it unabridged and without even certainty in himself how things will go.

 

[Erinye]

She bit her lip in anticipation as he started undressing; discarding his shirt to reveal his masculine body. Anne had dreamed of that body many times, longing to touch it, to be held by him, to be kissed by him, to have that physical contact that had been denied her all those years. Normally she would have been content just to cuddle, to feel his arms around her, but tonight she desired something more, and her eyes sought lower to the rising bulge in his pants.

Even now with everyone's eyes on her, she thrust those fingers inside her anus, faster and rougher until she could not contain it any longer, and a loud moan rung through the hall, her voice breaking in that lewd cry of pleasure. She would rest her cheek against the marble floor, using both hands to spread her rear cheeks, showing off both her wet vagina and slightly gaping anus, a clear invitation. "Can I ask a request, Master?" She asked, a teasing smile on her lips. Wicked thoughts were shaping into a plan.