The Gathering

Thinking back it was foolish of us trying to meet, even as simply friends, without one of the Mistresses. It probably would have worked, too. That is if
Dane hadn't insisted on telling them, and inviting them to join us. They politely decline to be involved and advised us to behave ourselves and get into no trouble. That should have clued us, duh! If , perhaps, I hadn't been so foolish as to write this story, and invite the others to submit their input.....

We had been E-mailing back and forth (off the list) since before Mistresss Julie's birthday. It was the thrill of the fantasy that drew us. Some subs
always pick the dangerous games to play, and of course I have that kind of a mind. I can't speak for the other three, but I'm sure each one, in his own way, enjoying that thrill of uncertainty. I myself love roller coasters. Especially the ones that take off fast or drop sharply, but I digress. The meeting had been set. The place and time of the meet was set.

The bar was quiet, only a few patrons were scattered about. Sitting at the table in the back were Dane and Madonna. I had met Madonna before, and thought I recognized him. Dane waved at me and said, "Hey, Dano, we're back here. Rookie's peeing!" (That was more information than I needed to know.) I reminded myself to tell Dane that all information should be disclosed on a 'need-to-know' basis. I guess he couldn't "keep it in his pants". I got a cutter at the bar and sat down with them. "Glad to finally meet you all!" I said, "How have you all been?"
"I've been fine. You don't look anything like I imagined." Dane replied.
"That's what Madonna said! " I replied, "Sorry about the black and white picture. I only have a hand scanner." At this point Rookie walked over.
"Hey, Rookie, Dano's here!" Dane introducing me.
"The infamous Dano, you don't look anything like I pictured you." Dane and Madonna laughed. I just shook my head and smiled.
Dane slapped me on the shoulder. "Guess it's unanimous, Dano, you're not easily recognized. Perhaps you should send a color picture next time.""In drag!" Madonna suggested. The irrationality of myself in drag struck me. Even if I shaved my face and body and dropped, say, seventy pounds, I would
still be unconvincing. But that's not really the idea, is it? I smiled at the thought, even though it isn't a kink of mine.
"It's a thought." I said vacantly. Perhaps I should explain now that fate has a way of protecting me. Someday I will find a communicative bisclavret and
ask them if it is a pack thing, or just mine. My cutter was empty, and my bladder alarm had started. My inner 'sixth sense' also said this was an
opportune time for a break. I do not tempt fate. I excused myself and headed for the bar.

As I sat at the bar waiting for my cutter, a tall redhead entered with two other ladies. I noticed because I always notice redheads, but I recognized this
one. I had seen her picture many times on her site. It was Mistress Julie. The other two must be Mistress Diana and Mistress Nichole! They were all decked out in leather, apparently the jig was up. I sat at the bar a moment. They went straight to our table and started talking to Dane. I headed for the men's room, chickenshit that I am. Besides, I DID have to pee. I decided, as I was using the pot, to bite the bullet and introduce myself when I exited. When I returned to the bar, the Dominas were seated with Dane, Madonna, and

Rookie. I got my cutter from the bar and walked over. "This is Dano." Dane introduced me. "You know, you don't look anything like I pictured you, Dano." Mistress
Nichole said. I blushed, and laughed nervously.
"Why, Dano, you're blushing." Mistress Diana observed. Gee, that helped, I turned beet red and they giggled. "I guess you're even more shy than Madonna.
For someone who posts stories like yours, you sure do embarrass easily!" "They'd like to take us for ice cream, Dano." Rookie said excitedly. My
premonitional alarm started.
"I have a favourite place, not far from here." Mistress Julie suggested,
smiling, "But, we'll insist on driving, and all of you will have to be
blindfolded."
The other three quickly agreed, and even at forty plus peer pressure is
still a powerful force. Besides, I'd kick myself in the ass later if I missed
this. With all my internal alarms blaring and my heart pounding in my ears, I
said, "Do I look like someone who turns down ice cream? Ice cream sounds great!"

It didn't take long to situate who was riding with who. We (the men) were
blindfolded and off we went.
When we arrived we were led through a door into a room that didn't smell
of, or sound like, ice cream parlor and down a flight of steps. Coming down the
stairs I smelled sex and became instantly erect. Stupid thing! "Dano, can you
see? You're taking the stairs rather well." Mistress Diana asked.
I was fairly sure that wasn't what made her ask, so I replied, "No, I can't see a thing, but I have a keen sense of smell."
I was quickly stripped and cuffed to the wall, spread eagle. Although I am well capable of defending myself, (I grew up on military bases, am trained, and
despite my size and age am still pretty quick.) I offered no resistance. It wouldn't be right to hurt a lady. Funny how that was SO ingrained in me, I don't stand a chance against even the smallest female assailant. My blindfold was removed, and was told to 'wait my turn'.
I looked over at Rookie on the Catherine Wheel. He was naked, of course. So were Dane and I. Madonna was dressed in a fetchingly lovely maids outfit, standing perfectly straight at MsJulie's command, holding a tray of drinks. Dane was bent over a horse in the middle of the dungeon. Mistress Julie was selecting an appropriate paddle. "Now Dane," Mistress Julie started, "you've been teasing us for this in
your Yahoo posts for quite sometime now! You kept that Lilt Soda for a entire week before sending it too me. You should have Fed-Xed it directly too me at the rugby match when I was so thirsty. And Dane, you still have not brought the Thornton's chocolate you promised me. And teasing me by the pool with that cute butt, making me horny, is unforgiveable. Yes Dane , you shall have your teasing!" She laughs.
Rookie looked pensive. Apparently the scene was intense for him, it was
amazing he hadn't fallen down the steps. As he stood there tied to the wheel
his mind raced. "Man what were we thinking meeting like this. Could it have
been youth and inexperience that got me here?" His heart pounded, it seemed to
him that Dano, Dane, and Madonna were in for a ruff night. Little did he know
what was in his immediate future.
"Dane, you also neglected to tell me you'd been secretly experimenting with a butt plug, didn't you?" Mistress Julie admonished. "You should have told me sooner too. Now I'll have to correct your attitude." She set the paddle down on his naked lower back. I guess to let him know which one it was? Looked like a mind trip to me, because he couldn't actually see it. She then selected several small plastic clamps in front of him and applied two to his nipples. He squirmed and let out a high pitched moan. I thought he took it quite well. She took the paddle, and gently rubbed his cock with it (naturally). Then, drawing back, she swung with an audible whoosh and missed on purpose. Dane flinched. Mistress Julie giggled and let him have one with a loud WHAP!

I think Madonna was having a great deal of difficulty standing straight and not dropping the drinks. In addition to having an enormous plug up his ass, Mistress Nichole was doing something to his genitals. From my angle I couldn't see what, but from his occasional vocal outbursts it didn't sound pleasant.
Mistress Nichole, pausing with Madonna for a moment, walks over to Dane. "Well Dane, you've been teasing me about size and suggesting discipline for my
gambling spreee, I have a little wager for you now. I bet your not even close to the 10" pole you've been boasting!" Mistress Nichole grins, bends over, grasps Dane's jewels in her left hand, teasing with fingertips (naturally), while gauging length with her right hand span. "Very cute Dane, 'butt' you loose!" She stands up, spanks each cheek three times, and walks back to Rookie, giggling softly. After getting a feel for what was going on around him, Rookie stood thinking of what he wrote and what he may have said to any of the mistresses. For the most part while posting to the list he was pretty silent. Now for the big question was his silence golden? By this point he was way past goose bumps and butterflies.

With a sweet voice Mistress Julie said, "It's an education you've been wanting, Rookie, an education you will receive." The blindfold still had not
been removed. He felt the room start to spin slightly. She spoke again "So you believe the mind, body, and soul need attention, I will have to make sure I don't forget any of the above" All of the sudden he felt a light stinging on his skin. He flinched. Apparently his thoughts of the whip were nothing like first hand experience. Over and over again he felt the sting. This continued as he lost his concept of time.

All of the sudden his punishment stopped and he fell silent. He felt some type of object being applied to his cock. To his surprise the device fit, he
must have thought it would be to big. Rookie could feel resistance all over and behind his balls. Another new experience for our lucky Rookie, a cock ring. He heard Mistress Diana's voice from a distance. "Oh wait, he wanted to visit my kennel. I have an Idea." The mystery starts to clear for him, he knew that was Mistress Diana. "Let's see if he can follow instructions?" He felt a collar being placed around his neck. He also felt his cock trying to get hard but it was being restricted.
Mistress Diana stepped out of sight a few minutes, and returned wearing white cowboy boots, soft white leather chaps, a stetson hat and riding quirt.
She was quite an impressive figure. Walking from behind she rubs the leather up and down Dane's back, thighs, and balls. She teases Dane, sending goose bumps up and down his quivering body. Dangling from a ring on her chaps she removes her favorite palamino ear rings, kneels down and swiftly clamps them on his sweet strawberry nipples with the others. Standing back she watches, laughing, as the two white wooden stallions gallop & dance below his blushing chest. Never really

whipping hard she teases his cute little butt into blushing red pomegranitesAs I waited I could only imagine what would happen to me. Imagining, for me, was probably worse than knowing. The Dominas knew that much about me....Dane had stopped whimpering in pain and was now just crying. I felt a presence beside me and realized it was my turn."You know, while Dane composes himself, I'd like to reward you with one of your own scenarios." Mistress diana whispered beside me. She was holding a lit
candelabra, and a glass of chilled chiante. "You REALLY shouldn't have baited us with the meeting story. I know the others added their parts, but you wrote it...... and this too!" She let a drop of hot wax fall on my hard cock and I screamed. I guess I shouldn't have written that post about waxing! Sometimes we are our own worst enemies. I already suspected how it would end, that's what drives me crazy. Somehow they know it does. The waxing was nothing compared to the mental fucking!
Much later, after Mistress Julie had gone, a figure steps quietly down the long stone stairway, cloaked in long black gown. Stepping onto the candlelit
dungeon floor, I sees it is a masked nun! The figure quietly approaches Dane. Removing a long string of beads from her neck, she unclips a smaller string of three beads, moistens them between her lips and quietly slips them into his cute smiling tulip bud leaving only a black tassel dangling against his balls. Wraping the long string of beads around his neck, she unties him and motions for him to rise. Turning she pulls the long bead string around his neck. "Dane it is time for your confession my son." Leading him to the cold stone steps, she turns , looks back at Dano, Madonna, and Rookie. Grinning, she walks away with him. Just as she passes the gas light I see a lock of beautiful red hair peaking from under her hood. Mistress Diana comes over to me, smiling. She peels the wax from my blistered cock, unlocks me from the wall, and leads me to the center of the dungeon, where there is a mat on the floor. She removes her hat, and sets it off to the side. "Now, Dano, you get to earn your keep. You're going to lose, no question, but I don't want you to wimp out the first time I get you in a leg lock. How well you compete will determine what you get next." She takes a wrestlers stance, and I know I'm really in trouble now.

---Dane, Rookie, and Dano