Chapter 97: The Society, Part I

Chapter 97: The Society, Part I
Sophie

To say my first day back at Excelsior Academy was dull would be the lie of the century. Not only was I the center of attention in every fricken class. All the teachers were walking on eggshells. The guards around the school were all eyes on me. Landon had to shut up some of the groups of gossiping teenagers during lunch.

I stayed in the office finishing homework while Zion and Asher had several meetings after school. At about six o’clock, I video-chatted with Matlock for a few minutes while he was en route to one of the warehouses. He said he was handling the rest of the traitors they had found.

The Head Master’s Secretary, Nicole, walked in with a sizeable black gift bag. She was wearing a very tight-fitted business skirt and a blazer. She placed the bag on Zion’s desk. Her sickly, sweet smile turned sour when Zion ordered her to give the bag to Sophie without looking at her. She had purposefully unbuttoned her top so her red lace bra would show.

When Sophie saw the whole interaction, Sophie’s anger bloomed. Nicole set the bag down and scowled. She then crossed her arms, waiting for Sophie to say thank you. Instead, Sophie looked at the woman who had every intention of seducing the twins and smirked, crossing her arms. “I’m not going to thank a senseless whore who is trying way too hard to seduce her boss, knowing full well that they have declared they have a committed partner. They may be significant, powerful men with ferocious sexual appetites, but they are no cheaters. Now I suggest you wipe off half of your ugly plastered face, button up your top before your plastic boobs give everyone a nip slip, and wear clothes that are more sensible to your job description. You are a secretary, not a prostitute, and you would do well to remember that if you wish to keep this job. Go find your own man. Those two are mine.”

Asher and Zion watched their girl verbally thrash the new secretary and instantly got hard when she laid her claim. The secretary huffed and turned to her bosses, hoping they would defend her, but both men just stared at her with their mafia boss stares, which had the girl tucking her tail and running out the office door faster than the speed of light.

“That was hot, sweetheart,” Zion mused once the door clicked shut. Sophie just shrugged like it was nothing.

“Babe, it’s almost time for the meeting. Why don’t you go freshen up? We would love it if you wore what was in that bag,” Asher said, gesturing to the bag on the coffee table near Sophie. She rolled her eyes playfully while she got up.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Asher asked, standing up.

“I don’t know, did I?” Sophie retorted before sticking out her tongue. She squealed when Asher lunged for her, and she took off to the bathroom, laughing the whole way. She clicked the door shut and locked it just as Asher reached the door.

“Come out, little dove,” Asher teased.

“Go away! I’m naked!” Sophie replied.

“Even more reason to open up, little dove.”

“Go shove your dick in a light socket!” She screamed. You could hear the smile in her voice.

Asher turned to his brother and said, “Oh, she is so getting an extra punishment tonight!” Zion just chuckled.
Inside the bathroom, Sophie opened the large gift bag. Inside was a black lace bodycon teddy with thin lace straps. The lace was thicker on her more sensitive areas, and it covered her ass just enough. It had a sinched waistline like a corset and helped push her large breasts up a bit in the sweetheart neckline, giving them a fuller appearance by extenuating her cleavage. There were snaps at the crotch for easy access. Sophie felt really sexy wearing it.

The bag also contained black three-inch heel stilettos and a ribbon for her hair. Sophie tied her hair up in a high ponytail as the guys liked it and added the black silk ribbon. Sophie sighed in relief when she saw there was a floor-length black and lace silk robe, too. She could cover up a bit. She had heard rumors about the Society, but it was all hush-hush. She had read enough smut books to guess how this particular evening may play out.

She exited the bathroom timidly and was greeted by Asher and Zion, who were waiting at their desks. They had changed into an all-black dress-down top, and their jaws opened in awe. “Fuck, baby… Wow!” They said. They would bust a nut before they even got out of the office.

“Do I look okay?” Sophie asked them shyly.

Asher approached her and pulled her close. He made a point to grind his hardened manhood against her stomach. “I think you can feel just how okay you look,” Asher teased. He leaned down and kissed her sweetly before pulling away.

“Tonight is a masked event. This mask is for you,” Zion said, approaching her with something in his hand. The mask was small and made of delicate black lace with a small gold trim on the edge. It was simple and perfectly matched the outfit. The guys pulled out black masks from their pockets, and they both also had a gold trim on theirs, highlighting their masculine features.

“Ready?” Zion asked. I nodded my head and took his hand.

My silk robe flowed behind me like a little train. The guys led me down the grand staircase from their office and through the deserted main hall, except for a few patrolling guards. They approached a bare wall. Zion stepped away from me and opened the first locker next to it. Inside, there was an advanced panel system. He scanned his handprint and input a code. There was a clicking sound from the wall, and then the wall slid open like an elevator door.

There was a dimly lit concrete spiral stairwell. Asher led me down the stairs slowly, and Zion followed behind leisurely. We came to the bottom of the stairs, and there was a large wooden door with a speakeasy in the top middle. Asher gave a morse code knock. A masked man answered through the speakeasy.

“What song?” the guard asked.

Asher looked at me and smiled. “Singing in the Rain.”

“In what key?”

I started bouncing up and down, pointing at me, wanting to say it. “Please, Master!” I begged. I clamped my mouth shut, thinking I did something wrong.

“Go ahead, little dove,” Asher said.

“A FLAT!” I said in my best squeaky Brooklyn accent, channeling the great Lina Lemont. The speakeasy door closed tightly only for the main door to click and then open inward.

The hallway was simple but elegant. It was covered in dark mahogany walls, a black ceiling, and a maroon carpet. The lights were dim, giving off a medieval castle vibe. There was a black velvet curtain at the end. Inside, it was jaw-dropping.

It was the size of a small gymnasium. A raised stage on the far-left side had two wooden throne-like chairs with purple velvet seat cushions and two simple end tables, and another smaller stage was centered on the wall opposite us. A St. Andrew’s Cross was displayed. There was a set of stairs leading up to the stage in the middle and a large red curtain behind the thrones. A full bar was on the right. There was what looked to be a dance floor in the middle. There were many black leather sofas and red leather armchairs around the dance floor, each with coffee tables in the middle of each section and end tables. All of the tables had thick drawers. There were three more black velvet curtains at each of the corners.

Several people were already mingling. Most men wore black suits, while the women wore scandalous lingerie. Some of the girls I could see were on their knees. One girl was crawling behind her Dom, who was leading her on a leash.

The twins escorted me to the main stage. They walked me past the thrones and behind the red curtains. There was a small waiting room and then an office door. The office was like all the other offices of these extremely wealthy men.

“Okay, Princess, we must talk to you about a few things before tonight begins,” Zion starts, holding my hands. “First of all, we are your Masters, just like at home, but this dungeon is ours. That means we are also the Masters of this Dungeon. We have some rules that everyone follows, and you are no exception.

One. Respect everyone. Do not fight, bully, or look down on anyone.
Two. Submissives are not allowed at the bar. Dominants are responsible for their drinks and can give their submissives a drink.
Three. Submissives must be with a Dominant at all times. We do have some floating submissives that belong to the dungeon, but they are the exception to the rule and often are snatched up for the night by a free dominant within minutes.
Four. Private rooms are granted with permission from the Masters of the Dungeons. All sexual acts and punishments are carried out on the main floor unless pre-approved or directed by the Masters of the Dungeon.
And five. Safe words and aftercare are law and non-negotiable. All Dominants undergo special training before being allowed access to the Society, and all submissives are trained at least in the basics before coming here. You should know that Red is the universal safe word for the dungeon. If your dominant is not respecting your safe word, shout RED, and you will be rescued. Aftercare is insanely important, and submissives may approach any dominant on the floor and ask for aftercare. Submissives cannot be denied aftercare. If a Dominant cannot assist, they must find someone who can. We are the only exceptions to that rule. We will only give aftercare to you.

Next, tonight is initiation night. Several couples seek permission to enter the club and are looking to advance in their training or pursue a higher rank in society by perfecting specific techniques. They will go through a demonstration, and we, as Masters of the Dungeon, must oversee the events. There is also one floating submissive entry, so we must examine her. We are warning you now.

We also want to introduce you as our submissive to the Society formally. While most members are here at Excelsior and know you are ours, we have alumni who often visit as well, and it’s a tradition. We have your play collar and would like to put it on you tonight. Dad is working on getting a new daily collar for you since your dickhead brothers destroyed your last one. You will sit next to us throughout the night.
Lastly, your punishment. Don’t give me that innocent look. You will still be punished for that little window trick and bratty conversation you had a few days ago. We are not going to let it slide. But we agreed with Dad that we would go easy on your punishment after all the shit you just went through. So you will kneel between our thrones as long as we see fit. Because we love you, we will give you a pillow to kneel on. Do you understand everything we have said?”

I began to nod, but one raised eyebrow from Zion, and I muttered a quick “Yes, Master.”