The Scarlet Circle (submissive female needed)

[Stackeydreams]

Jessica felt the skin of her face and neck grow warm when she realized that she misspoke. And when the older man in the center chair looked at her closely, she felt even more exposed than she had before and blushed even more deeply.

"Good luck," Heather had whispered. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

For a brief moment Jessica felt as if she would have a heart attack, right then and there! Thankfully, the older man had quickly called Heather back and told her to stay. Her thumping heart calmed, returning itself to a slightly more normal beat.

She was able to get a better look at the man now that they were merely a few steps from him. He sat forward on his chair, leaning on one armrest as he spoke, gesturing a lot with his hand. His steel, gray eyes had a calming affect as he spoke; yet they were serious at the same time, conveying the importance of the message he was giving to her.

It was very apparent to Jessica that he was the one in control of things, an obvious leader. There was a definite hierarchy in place; each man knowing his rank, just as in a pack of wolves. This older, bald man in the center chair was definitely the Alpha male.

"Jessica," he said, "your presence here tonight is voluntary. You will not be physically touched in any way, but you will be asked questions that you may find embarrassing, and you will be given instructions that you may find uncomfortable."

"You may leave at any time you wish, and one of our drivers will take you home immediately. If you leave tonight, before the end of your Introduction, you will never see this place, or any of us, again. You will never have a second opportunity to join the Scarlet Circle."

As if she really had had any choice.

Yes, technically, she could have turned around, walked back through the large, red doors, retrieved her clothing and rings, gotten back into the car and gone directly home, never looking at this place or these people again.

But her feet didn't move. The curiosity in her pussy was screaming, Stay! If this same experience had presented itself 15 years prior, when she was in her early twenties, she definitely would have panicked, suffered a complete, sobbing breakdown and fled for the shelter of home. But she wasn't 23, she was 38. And she was much more a mature and self-confident woman now.

And strangely, the more the man spoke of their rules and the invasive questioning to come, the stronger her resolve to stay became. It was as if she were daring herself to stay, to explore this secret life with her friend. Listening to the rules as the older man stated them only served now in sealing the deal in her head.

Her mind was made up.

She wasn't going anywhere.

"Yes," she lifted her chin, speaking now with a new feeling of confidence, "I'm ready, Sir."

She wasn't sure exactly why she had added the "Sir" at the end, she just felt it appropriate, and it came out.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The older man in the middle chair nodded.

"Good," he said.

The young man with the dark, wavy hair stood up suddenly and walked toward Heather and Jessica. He had that same cocky smile on his face. He stopped directly in front of Heather, but he never took his eyes off Jessica.

"You know what to do, blondie," he said.

Heather's face blushed bright red and she looked at Jessica, then back at the dark-haired man. After one more glance at Jessica, she sank to her knees in front of him. She unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his cock and balls. She took his penis in her hand and began to tongue his balls, looking up at him as she did so. His cock started to grow in her hand, and she began to stroke it slowly. After a moment, she gripped his prick in her hand and began to work it in and out of her mouth.

The dark-haired man never looked down at Heather. He watched Jessica's face intently. He grinned at her.

"You can watch if you want, curly," he said, smirking at her. "Haven't you ever watched your best friend suck a dick before?"

Heather moaned a little around the man's cock but she did not stop. Jessica could hear soft slurping sounds as her friend kept sucking and stroking it.

The man tilted his head at Jessica. "So, curly, tell me," he said with that cocky grin, "what brings you here tonight?"

 

[Stackeydreams]

"Ummm" Jessica stared intently back at the man. Her eyes, even though locked on his, still consumed the sight of her best friend, noisily devouring this man's beautiful cock in her peripheral vision. She wanted to look directly at the action, but hadn't found the nerve just yet. Actually, at that point, she was still trying to wrap her brain around what was occurring right before her. Her very married friend, mother of two young children, was non-chalantly slurping away on this guy's cock like it was a popsicle on a 90 degree day.

Now Jessica wasn't dumb, a little reserved, maybe, but she wasn't a prude by any means. She knew ahead of time that Heather was involved with a sex club, meaning "involving sex". She knew that going along with her to meet this mysterious man, or three, and learning about this club may involve seeing and possibly even taking part in some kind of sexually related activity. But this, this was totally beyond what she could have imagined.

Her pussy clenched behind the hand still trying to conceal it's nakedness.

This was absolutely the hottest fucking thing she had ever seen. She'd viewed some porn with Kyle before, as part of their foreplay. But this! This was totally......she had to look! As the man continued looking at her with his quirky, little "go ahead and look, I want you to" grin, she slowly lowered her eyes. They widened immediately as they soaked in the sight of the man's pink, tender tip disappearing again and again between Heathers lips. Her tongue darting out, occasionally teasing the rim of his head as she slurped on him. One part of her wanted to grab her friend and say "What the fuck are you doing?!" Another part wanted to get down on her knees as well, and join her!

"Well......uh....well," she found it difficult to concentrate enough to formulate an answer for the man's question.

"Well, intrigue, I suppose," her eyes still glued to his cock.

"I was so curious, after seeing her, I mean Heather.....and that other man at the restaurant, with the rings...... and how she looked when she came from the restroom."

"Heather told me I should come and learn for myself, as she wouldn't or ...
...couldn't tell me much."

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man kept grinning at her.

"I think you like watching Heather suck my cock, don't you, Jessica?" he said. "Is it making your pussy wet? Tell the truth, now, remember?"

 

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hi

he did not know, that her anus was secretly twitching for attention.

 

[Stackeydreams]

"Um, yes, I like watching." Jessica admitted. It's not as though she could deny it. Her eyes were glued to where the two came together. And her admittance obviously would not shock her friend or make her think less of her.

Then Jessica looked back into the mans' eyes and paused for a moment, thinking of how she would answer the second question.

"Uh, yes, .........I suspect that it's probably wet by now." She answered truthfully. She knew it was wet before she and Heather had even approached the men.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The dark-haired man smiled again. "Oh curly, you ain't seen nothin' yet."

He patted Heather on the head. "Stand up, blondie," he said. He pulled his cock out of Heather's mouth with a wet little pop! His cock was an angry shade of red, glistening with Heather's saliva and pointing almost straight up. His balls hung lewdly outside his suit pants. He smiled when he saw Jessica staring at his dick.

Heather stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She gave Jessica another sheepish grin and a little shrug.

The dark-haired man finally looked at Heather for the first time. "Walk around there to the end of the red table, blondie," he said. "I want you to bend over that table and stick that hot little ass in the air."

Heather looked at Jessica briefly, then did exactly as she was told. The man walked around behind her and took a long look at her bare bottom. Then he looked up at Jessica.

"You can do the same thing at the other end, curly," he said. "Bend over and put those perky little tits on the table for me. You and blondie here can hold hands if you want to."

He grinned again and looked back down between Heather's legs. Jessica couldn't tell from her vantage point, but he seemed to be stroking his dick while he looked at her friend's ass.

 

[Stackeydreams]

Jessica couldn't Help but to stare at the mans' dick! It was the most magnificent piece of man meat she'd ever viewed in person. She felt her pussy clench again as she studied it. It wasn't overly long, probably about seven inches, she guessed. But it was definitely super thick, and extremely rigid and veiny, with a slight upward curve. She noticed that he was also very well groomed. There was not a hair in sight on his beautiful balls, which were also perfect, she noted. Big enough, but not too large, and they appeared to hang at just the right level.

Jessica couldn't help but to imagine how it would feel to have him pushing slowly into her tight vagina. She had had cesarean section deliveries for both of her children. As well, her regular yoga and spinning classes kept her body in great, toned condition. Just the thought of him filling and stretching her with that glistening, reddened cock created another twinge deep in her core, and she felt a large droplet of slippery, arousal fluid exit from between her soft, smooth labia, and tickle her inner thigh.

"Walk around there to the end of the red table, blondie," he said. "I want you to bend over that table and stick that hot little ass in the air."

The man's directions for Heather snapped Jessica out of her fantasy and she looked quickly at his face again. He was still wearing that cocky smirk. She watched, motionless, as Heather quickly obeyed without a second thought. Why did she listen and obey him like that? It had just dawned on her the rude way that the man had spoken to her. 'blondie?', she thought. 'What the fuck was with that? Since when did her spunky friend ever let anyone talk to her like that, especially a man! Neither of their gentlemanly husbands would ever have had the gall to speak to them that way.

Jessica watched, motionless, as Heather bent her upper body over the end of the table and spread her legs slightly. Her eyes widened again when the man promptly walked over and behind her, then appeared to be spreading Heathers' cheeks with one of his broad hands, as if he were giving an inspection of her fuck holes.

Then the man had looked at Jessica from behind Heather.

"You can do the same thing at the other end, curly," he said. "Bend over and put those perky little tits on the table for me. You and blondie here can hold hands if you want to."

After speaking, he watched Jessica and waited for her reaction, glancing briefly down at the bare ass spread before him.

Jessica just stood there. She knew that not obeying his command would mean going home. Part of her wanted to tell him to fuck off and do just that. But strangely, that part of her was growing ever smaller, weaker by the minute. She almost wondered if they were pumping some kind of weird drug into the air system, which was causing Heather and herself to act out of their nature and obey these strangers without cause.

Jessica walked slowly to the other end of the table. The edge felt cold against her bare monds as she slowly bent her body forward. She placed her palms flat on the surface before her, wincing slightly as her breasts came into contact with the cool surface. She could feel the brownish skin around her nipples gather tightly, jetting the nubs forward.

When she felt as though she had herself in the directed position, she looked back up at Heather and the man behind her. He was doing something. She didn't think he was penetrating Heather, as her body was motionless, with the exception of her heavy breathing. His right shoulder and arm were moving. Her guess was that he was either stroking his cock or sliding its' tip up and down Heathers' bare slit. She secretly began to wish that it was her own slippery slit he was teasing.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The dark-haired man stood directly behind Heather. From her vantage point flat on the table, Jessica could only see him from the waist up.

"Reach back and spread your ass for me, blondie," the man said. "I want to get a good look at your cunt and asshole."

Heather's face flushed bright red again. She bit her bottom lip and locked eyes with Jessica. Slowly, she reached back with her hands and pulled her cheeks apart, exposing herself completely to the man standing behind her.

The man stared unabashedly between Heather's legs. "Mmm, look at that pretty pink asshole," he said. From Jessica's viewpoint, he still appeared to be stroking his cock. "Blondie, have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

Heather turned an even brighter shade of red. She kept her eyes on Jessica and shook her head "no."

"What's that?" he asked.

Heather cleared her throat. "No, sir, I have never been fucked in the ass. I have had fingers in my ass, both my own and other men's, and I sometimes put a butt plug in my ass when I masturbate. But I have never had a cock in my ass before, Sir."

The dark-haired man laughed. "Did you hear that, curly? That is the kind of answer we are looking for. It was complete and descriptive and it made my dick twitch. Good answer, blondie."

He took a step forward and began doing something out of Jessica's view. A moment later, Heather gasped.

"Blondie, tell your best friend what I'm doing to you right now," the man said, watching Jessica's face.

Heather but her lip again. "You're rubbing against me--I mean, you're rubbing the tip of your cock against my cunt, Sir."

"Excellent," the man said. "Now blondie, I want you to tell curly over there how many men have fucked you since you got married."

Heather's eyes widened and she tried to look back at him. "What?" She asked.

"You heard me," he said. "Since your wedding day, how many strange cocks have you had in your pussy?"

"Well, none," she said, turning back to look at Jessica. "I mean, I've given head to a few guys in the Scarlet Circle, but I've never OHHHHHHHH!"

Heather gasped and raised her head up, her eyes glazing over with lust.

"Now how many strange cocks have you had, blondie?" the man asked.

Heather was breathing in short, ragged bursts. "One," she said finally. "Just one. This one. Your hard dick is the first new one in my pussy since I--oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

The man grinned. "What's my name, blondie?" He asked.

Heather was moaning with each stroke. "I--I don't know, sir," she said.

"Interesting," he said, starting to fuck her a little faster now. "And tell your friend, when did you and I meet for the first time?"

Heather closed her eyes and pressed the side of her face into the leather table. "We've never met before, Sir."

Jessica could see the dark haired man's hips moving, but she could not see his cock sliding in and out of her best friend's pussy. She had to imagine it.

 

[Stackeydreams]

And imagine it, Jessica certainly did. She imagined it pushed balls deep into her own needy cunt. But then she wasn't sure if she could take his cock all at once. It didnt appear that the man was allowing any time for Heathers pussy to adjust to his girth. Her heart now raced again. She had so many mixed thoughts and feelings, of fear and wonderment.

She felt embarassed for her friend, although she could not quite tell if Heather was indeed embarassed. She felt embarassed for herself, bent and spread over the table watching her friend get fucked by a nameless man while two other men watched her reactions.

Jessica imagined that her own pussy must be dripping a small puddle onto the floor between her bare feet by now. She was relieved that the older, bald man had reassured her that they would not touch her. Yet, she felt frustrated at the same time that they weren't touching her! The ache in her wonton pussy had grown to epic levels. She wished badly that she could run to a room nearbye, or even crawl behind the chairs or under the table out of view, so she could reach down with one of her hands to finger it, bringing the release she so desparately needed.

Jessica felt even more nervous about what questions he may ask her on her turn!

She tried to pay close attention, so she could be sure to answer completely and correctly.

She remained still on the table as she watched Heather trying to put words into proper sentences while her pussy was being filled with that thick, perfect cock. It was apparent that it had become quite difficult, as she was quickly losing control from the intense fucking. The man apparently was getting his twisted thrills from making Heather admit that he was the only dick to have entered Heather since her and Scott and taken their vows. And then asking her to say his name? Jessica wondered if he was trying to humiliate her, making her verbally admit that she had no clue the name of the man she was allowing to fuck her sacred spot. But maybe it was part of the intense game. Maybe he was making Heather reach into places way beyond her comfort level. It was erotic and simultaneously, seriously fucked up!

Never in her life had Jessica felt so nervous and so horny at the same time. The "first time" nerves she felt when she was sixteen, in her boyfriends car were nothing compared to this! She felt another twinge of doubt tug at her to think twice before continuing. Should she go home before something even more crazy happened to her?

 

[StylusMaximus]

The dark-haired man started to fuck Heather even faster now. Jessica could hear his hips slapping against her ass. Slap. Slap. Slap.

"You can let go of your ass, blondie," he said. "I'll take care of that."

Heather brought her hands back up in front of her and grabbed Jessica's hands. She stared into Jessica's eyes. Her breath caught in her throat on every thrust.

The man gripped Heather's bare ass tightly and spread it back open. He looked down at her as he fucked her. "You really do have a great ass, blondie," he said. "Very firm and tight. Keep hitting that Stairmaster or whatever you're doing."

He smiled again and looked up at Jessica. "I bet this is not what you were expecting when you walked in here tonight, is it?"

He looked back down at Heather's ass. "I bet it's not what you were expecting either, blondie."

After a few more thrusts, the man leaned over and pressed his body down on top of Heather. His hips rose and fell as he continued to plunge into her. He took one large hand and gripped Heather's shoulder to give him better leverage as he fucked her.

"I think I'm going to cum in your tight little pussy, blondie," he growled in her ear. "What do you think? Do you want some strange cum in that hot cunt tonight?"

Heather closed her eyes and gripped Jessica's hands even harder. "Yes, sir, whatever you want, sir," she said between gasps.

"I think you want it, too, blondie," he said. He looked up at Jessica and started ramming his cock into Heather faster and faster. That cocky smile never left his face. Seconds later, he grunted and raised up, pushing his cock all the way into Heather's cunt.

"Fuck. Yes. Take it. Take my cum, blondie," he said in a low voice, pulling her hips back against him. Heather cried out and arched her back, raising her ass to meet him. She opened her eyes and looked at Jessica, fairly crushing Jessica's fingers with her grip. Then she put her head down on the table and Jessica could feel Heather's entire body convulse and shudder as a powerful orgasm rolled over her.

The man behind her finally finished his thrusts and let go of Heather's shoulder. He raised back up and stood up, grinned at Jessica and then casually walked around the table to where their faces were.

He looked down at his cock, which was still throbbing and swollen. It was covered with his cum and Heather's juices, which dripped down on to his balls and the floor. He stopped with it just a foot or two from Jessica's face. "Look at that hard dick, curly!" he said, waving it at her. "It's got blondie's cream all over it. I think she came really hard. I could feel her cunt milking my dick when I was cumming."

Heather lay prone on the table, her head turned toward him, gasping for air. "Oh... oh... oh... oh..." she murmured softly.

He winked at Jessica and cupped one of Heather's buttocks playfully. "Seriously hot ass, blondie. I'll be seeing you again soon."

He casually tucked his prick and balls back into his pants, smiled once more, then turned and sauntered back to his chair... and past his chair, and out of the room by the same door he'd come in.

 

[Stackeydreams]

Jessica felt oddly helpless as she watched her friend. But what would she even have done if she could? And did Heather even want rescuing? That was debatable. Jessica squinched her face as Heather had applied a vice-like hold on her hands. Her friend was in some obvious bit of pain at the bottom of each of the mans' hard thrusts, but it seemed intertwined with pleasure at a level that was indescribable. Her eyes occasionally rolled back in their lids. Her flushed face gleamed with a sheen of sweat that had caught a few stray hairs that managed to escape the confines of her ponytail.

Jessica kept her eyes on Heathers face. It was the strangest, most erotic experience ever. Way beyond that of any pornographic scene she had ever secretly viewed and masturbated to.

"You really do have a great ass, blondie," he said. "Very firm and tight. Keep hitting that Stairmaster or whatever you're doing."

He had smiled again and looked up at Jessica. "I bet this is not what you were expecting when you walked in here tonight, is it?"

He had looked back down at Heather's ass. "I bet it's not what*you were expecting either, blondie."

Jessica looked at him, and slowly shook her head "no". Then she thought she'd better follow up with a verbal answer as he had directed earlier.

"No, Sir. It's definitely Not the way I had pictured this evening to go....Sir." She added the extra "Sir" at the end just for good measure, but then thought to herself. 'What a complete, disrespectful asshole! Who the fuck did he think he was? Heather should reach back and punch him right in the sac! God! Why did he have to be so fucking incredibly hot! And mysterious and and...and, fuck! What was with this guy that made her have the instinct to spit in his face and then bend over, spread her ass, and let him fuck her brains out at right after?!'

'Yes, I would love to feel that cock fill my pussy too, please?! Jessica thought in response to the mans statement of assumption.

Jessica looked at the mans red, tender looking cock. It was slick with cream from their mutual orgasms. A couple of residual contractions forced last drops of his semen from the hole at its' tip. And she watched it bounce and drip as he spoke. She could smell musky scent of her friends pussy. It only forced her own sense of torturesome longing to new, unimagined heights.

The man had tucked himself away and left the room in a few swift movements. Jessica looked at Heather who was just now finally able to breathe normal breaths and released her hands.

The two looked at each other across the table, still afraid to move as the room had gone silent. Then a large blob of mixed cum made a loud splat noise as it had escaped Heather's still open pussy and landed on the bare floor. They looked at each other, both hearing the obnoxious noise it had made. Both women smiled then bit their lips and cheeks hard, trying to keep from laughing as the other two men were still in their chairs and still watching them.

 

[StylusMaximus]

While Heather and Jessica were giggling, the older man in the middle chair spoke.

"Heather, thank you for your Introduction," he said calmly. "We would like to talk with Jessica privately, so you may wait in the anteroom."

Heather looked at Jessica and whispered, "I'm not sure I can stand up and walk!"

They both giggled again.

Heather's brow furrowed as she pushed herself to a standing position. She put her hand between her legs and groaned softly. Then she smiled and gave Jessica a thumbs-up.

"I'll see you in a bit," she said, blowing Jessica a kiss. She turned and walked toward the far door, limping slightly. Jessica watched her go.

She really does have a great ass, she thought. Has she been doing some different workouts or something?

"Jessica," said a voice from the front of the room. She turned to face the two remaining men and realized it was the third man, the man with the blond hair turning silver, who had spoken for the first time.

"Jessica," he repeated. "Please come forward and stand here in front of us."

 

[Stackeydreams]

Jessica gave her friend a small, nervous smile. Heather blew her a kiss and had turned to exit the room. She was still afraid to move, herself. She watched her sore friend disappear though the doors and a flood of nervousness suddenly washed through her.

"Jessica," said the third man. She guessed him to be in his mid to late 40's.

'Holy shit. They want to speak to me alone. Jessica thought to herself. She slowly straightened her body back to a standing position. Her back and legs ached a little from being bent over the table for so long. She arched her back, stretching for a moment.

Then the blonde man called her name again, directing her to come stand before them. She padded her chilly feet over to the chairs and stood about six feet from them. Instinctively, she covered her exposed front as best she could with her slender arms. Her heart pounded in her ears.

Jessica stood silently, for what felt like minutes waiting for the men to speak. She could smell their cologne, and breathed it in deeply. She studied the red bands on their right hands.

 

[StylusMaximus]

"Thank you," the blond man said kindly. "We just have a few questions for you. Could you please lace your fingers behind your head and spread your legs, just about shoulder width apart."

He kept his eyes on hers, as did the older man with the shaved head.

 

[Stackeydreams]

"Yes, okay....Sir." Jessica replied quietly and timidly.

She slowly raised her arms, and clasped her trembling hands behind her neck. Then she stepped out slightly, putting about six inches between her feet, keeping her toes pointed inward slightly. She had never felt so vulnerable in all her life. The men's eyes pierced hers as if her soul was also nude and exposed. She felt a little like a prized mare, up on an auction block, waiting for potential bidders to decide her worth.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The blond man rose and slowly walked toward Jessica. He smiled pleasantly and kept his eyes on hers, despite the fact that she was completely nude and he was dressed to the nines.

He stopped in front of her, just a couple of feet away. He was tall, perhaps 6-2, and she had to look up at him to maintain eye contact.

"I'm sure you have many questions, Jessica," he said calmly, "and that's to be expected. You will have the opportunity to ask three questions at the end of tonight's Introduction, so you may want to start thinking of them now. However, it may be that we can answer some of them before then."

"The Scarlet Circle is of course about sex, Jessica, but it is much more than that," he said, letting his eyes drop to her breasts and noting her erect nipples. "It is, first and foremost, about dominance. The men of the Circle are very different. Some are brash and cocky like the young man who just fucked your friend. Some, like me, are a bit more... polite. And so on. But we are all dominant and we all like fucking submissive women."

He let his gaze slide down between Jessica's legs as he talked. "And there are all kinds of submissive women. Some like to be physically overpowered. Some like to be restrained or even immobilized. Some like to be bratty and 'put in their place,' as it were. Some like and even crave the idea of being embarrassed, humiliated or even degraded."

He looked up and grinned at her. "And they are all welcome here," he said. "Every woman who has come to the Scarlet Circle seeks a man to dominate her sexually and has been unable to find him. We could spend days talking about why the truly dominant male is so rare in modern society, but the 'why' is not really that important. The important point is that women crave dominant men. And here we are."

He slowly circled around behind her and Jessica could feel his eyes on her shoulders, her back, her bare bottom.

"I'm sure it was somewhat arousing and maybe somewhat confusing to watch your best friend get fucked like that," the blond man said from behind her, "but the important thing to remember is how she obeyed my associate's words. She submitted to his commands and performed his instructions. She did so immediately and without hesitation. Now, can a submissive resist or disobey? Certainly she can. But if she wants to be a part of the Scarlet Circle, she should understand that resistance and disobedience have consequences. And that none of the men in the Circle will be shy about enforcing those consequences. Your friend chose to obey instantly and completely. You may choose differently."

The blond man stepped back around to Jessica's front. "Jessica, I don't know if you are a submissive," he said. "In fact, you may not even know if you're a submissive right now. That's why you'll have a chance to think about what you've seen tonight and ask questions about what would be in store for you."

He smiled devilishly. "But I can tell you that none of our apprentices has ever been disappointed."

He crossed back to his chair and sat down. "So tell me, Jessica, what do you think about when you play with yourself? What is your 'go-to' fantasy, the one you think of right before you start to cum? What sends you over the edge?"

 

[Stackeydreams]

As the blond man spoke, Jessica could feel her thumping heart begin to slow to a more normal rhythm. He had the most warm and gentle eyes of the three men. She definitely appreciated that this man had a calmer demeanor than the younger, dark haired man. The way he spoke was a bit more respectful and caring. His voice was sure, but gentle. He delivered his message matter-of-factly, and with great confidence and authority, even strengthening the importance of the words with strong hand guestures. Yet, the tone he used to deliver it was soft and reassuring.

She inhaled a couple of deep, cleansing breaths through her nose, in attempt to further calm and center herself so she could focus.

'Oh God, she thought. 'He smells good too!

Jessica loved well dressed, good smelling men. Not that she'd really gotten too close to any besides her husband. But she always appreciated when she'd had the pleasure of standing next to one in line at the store. Or any other instance which forced one into her personal space. Especially, when it was close enough that she could smell his personal scent; that special blend of his personal musk and whatever cologne, bodywash or deodorant that that particular man used.

As the blond man had circled around behind her, she could feel his eyes inspecting her, studying the curves of her body. Her pussy clenched. The moisture from her constant state of arousal had gone unchecked and ignored. It had again made its way outside of her vagina and dangled in a small, clear string from her pronounced labia. But her extreme state had no noticeable affect on the man. He carried on his informative speech as if he were merely a tour guide.

Jessica's mind was spinning with all that the man was saying to her. Each of his statements were raising new questions; questions that she could not even ask. She found herself having to bite her tongue a couple of times, almost forgetting the number one rule, and speaking out of line.

"So tell me, Jessica, what do you think about when you play with yourself? What is your 'go-to' fantasy, the one you think of right before you start to cum? What sends you over the edge?'

Jessica just stood there looking at the man. Her shoulders were beginning to hurt from holding her arms up for so long. She let her elbows fall forward, and her forearms to cover her ears. She found that the position relieved burning in her shoulder muscles.

She thought hard about her answer. There wasn't just one fantasy. There were several. So which should she use? Or should she share them all? He did instruct the her that she was to answer all questions as completely and thoroughly as possible. She decided to do her best to try.

"Sir, well....that depends on my mood at the time that I masturbate. Lately, it's been a fantasy that another woman is rubbing her own wet pussy, her own hard clit against mine, and we start to orgasm simultaneously, rubbing our juicy lips against each others. That's the final thought before I cum."

"Another that I use is where a man enters the room where I am usually busy doing something such as washing dishes. He comes up behind me without saying a word. He brings his body tightly and firmly against mine. He brings one hand around my chest and begins squeezing and rolling my nipple through my blouse. He passionately kisses and gently bites my neck and shoulder. He asks if I'm wet and if I want him to stop as he reaches with his other hand, raising the hem of my skirt above the top of my stockings. I tell him 'no', that I don't want him to stop. I can feel his hardness grind into my lower back as he breathes heavily into my ear. He reaches under the edge of my panties and sinks his two middle fingers into my wet pussy. ........That's when I insert My fingers....to help the fantasy along. He fingers my pussy and gspot hard. I imagine the veins popping out from under the skin of his strong forearm. I feel my knees begin to buckle as begin to orgasm, but he holds me up with his strong arm, holding me tight against him. And that's when I cum."

"One last fantasy that I occasionally use is that I am blindfolded with my wrists and ankles lightly secured to a bed. I feel a pair of hands and a set of lips begin to pleasure my body, and then another joins them. And then a third, until there are six hands and three mouths all pleasuring me. The blindfold makes it very intense in that I can't see who is doing what to me. And then I cum, Sir. That's all, Sir."

She stopped speaking and then waited. She hoped that she hadn't overdone her answer, and she hoped that the man would be satisfied.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The blond man nodded.

"Very good, Jessica," he said. "We appreciate your candor."

Then the bald man spoke. "You may put your arms down, Jessica," he said.

"Thank you for joining us in the Scarlet Circle tonight," he continued. "In a moment, you will have the opportunity to ask three questions about the Scarlet Circle. After that, we will take you to your home or anywhere else you wish to go."

"As you leave, you will receive a small case. Inside that case will be a scarlet ring. If you decide that you wish to become an apprentice, place the ring on the fourth finger of your right hand. Once you put on the ring, you may not remove it for any reason."

"Once you have put on the scarlet ring, one of us will contact you--if we decide to accept you as an apprentice. If you are approached by anyone wearing the scarlet ring, you will answer every question and obey every command given by that person, without hesitation or qualification. As my associate mentioned, failure to do so will have consequences."

"Once you leave this place, whether you choose to wear the ring or not, you will not speak of the Scarlet Circle, or any of the events that have transpired tonight, to anyone who does not wear the scarlet ring. Failure to follow this rule will have severe consequences. Even if you are asked directly about the ring you wear or any of the members of the Circle, you will not truthfully answer any questions until further notice."

"If you understand these rules, please state out loud, 'I understand the rules I have been given and I will obey them absolutely.' Then, you may ask up to three questions."

He leaned back in his chair and watched her casually.

 

[Stackeydreams]

Jessica had put her arms down, feeling a great sense of relief; more because the blond man had approved of her answer, than because the bald man had allowed her to lower her arms. She rubbed her own shoulders, trying to relieve the residual ache.

She listened carefully to the mans' instructions. There was so much information given and even more questions that had risen in her mind. At least they had allowed her time to think about it; what she had seen, and whether or not she wanted to be part of it, and put the ring on.

'How would they even know if, or when, I put on the ring? Or if I had spoken to someone in private about what I had seen here? Maybe the rings contain microphones or tracking devices.' Jessica wondered, but she wasn't about to doubt the capabilities of these men.

She looked around the extraordinary room and then back at the powerful appearing, well-spoken men. 'If they could hide something this big, this extravagant, this involved, then I don't doubt it.

She definitely had some questions, but felt it safe to go ahead and repeat the statement.

"Okay, I understand the rules I have been given, and I will obey them absolutely." She stated.

The bald man nodded.

With her hands clasped in front of her, she continued with her first question. She looked at the blond man, her first question directed to him.

"A little while ago you told me that all women have it in their nature to desire a man to dominate them. You also explained how different women, with different personalities preferred different types and degrees of domination."

The man nodded in acknowledgment of the statement. And then Jessica continued.

"So here is my first question."

"If I were to put the ring on and join the Scarlet Circle, would I be able to set hard limits pertaining to different levels of domination I were to receive, such as gagging, choking, degradation etcetera? Because there are certain things like that, that I definitely would Not like at all."

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man in the middle chair nodded.

"Excellent question. As an apprentice, you would certainly be allowed, and even encouraged, to make your preferences known," he said calmly. "As you can see from tonight's Introduction, we want to know as much as we can about you."

He smiled. "But the apprentice does not 'set limits.' There are no 'safe words.' The apprentice serves at the pleasure of the Master, and that is absolute."

"What is your next question, Jessica?"

 

[Stackeydreams]

Jessica swallowed hard on the lump that had appeared in her throat. She felt the blood drain from her face. She thought hard about the mans' answer to her question.

The reality had begun to sink in that this was their game. And that these men were good, very good at their game. And then again, it wasn't at all a game. It was a matter-of-fact way of life for them. The women involved were merely pawns; toys to fulfill their fantasies, their sexual whims and desires.

They didn't care if she joined or not. It would have been no skin off their backs if she had gone home and they never saw her again.

It would make no difference what her limits or opinions were. If fact, she found herself suddenly wondering if they would instead use that information against her, for the enhancement of the game. She wondered if any of them were married, or had children. And if they were, what their wives were like. Did the men "Master" them?

She studied their facial expressions which offered absolutely no assistance in answering these questions in her head. She couldn't figure out why any woman would want to subject themselves to men like this. Men that would use them for their own crude desires without a second thought, and offer absolutely nothing in return. Why would they even care to know everything about her? What would it matter what her likes and dislikes were?

Jessica thought about Heathers' words early that morning. How thrilled she was with becoming an apprentice. And the radiant smile Heather had worn as she pormised how much that she would enjoy becoming part of her secret, if she would just trust her. She thought about Heather bent over the table and the look on her face as the man used her from behind. She thought about how wet her own pussy had become from watching it. Heather didn't seem to object. In fact, she apparently had been quite thrilled with the treatment she had been receiving. The 'why' of this last thought was driving Jessica crazy.

The blond man began tapping his right hand and red ring on the arm of the chair.

The older, bald man pulled back the cuff of his sleeve and checked the time on his watch.

"But the apprentice does not 'set limits.'

"There are no 'safe words.'"

"The apprentice serves at the pleasure of the Master, and that is absolute."

Jessica thought of these words again, and the seriousness of them. But still, there was something so intriguing by the whole idea that it kept her there still.

"Eehhmmm" She cleared her throat in preparation for the next question.

The men looked at her.

"Second question. Would any requests be made of me that would be an outright threat to my marriage, husband or children in any way?"

 

[StylusMaximus]

This time it was the blond man who answered.

"Another good question, Jessica," he said, "and a difficult one to answer. You watched your best friend get fucked by a stranger tonight. Did she commit adultery? Certainly she did. Would that adultery mean the end of her marriage if her husband found out about it? We do not know, and neither do you. Some husbands would instantly divorce their wives if they discovered that kind of behavior. Some would not object at all. Some might even find it enormously arousing, watching their wife cum all over a stranger's cock. Another husband might divorce his wife for something much less brazen--say, for example, taking off all her clothes and displaying herself to three strange men."

He smiled. "Only you can decide how the Scarlet Circle will affect your marriage. That being said, there is still much you do not know about us. You may not believe it, but it is true--we have saved far more marriages than we have destroyed."

"What is your final question, Jessica?"

 

[Stackeydreams]

Jessica thought about the blond mans' answer to her second question. It hadn't really supplied the information that she was looking for.

She was more concerned with the idea of a suited and ringed man approaching her when she was alone with her children, and wanting her to come with him. How could she ever just leave her children stranded in a store or restaurant or something while she went off somewhere to service God knows who?

She chose to believe that they wouldn't be cruel enough to expect that of her, and tried to settle the thought in her mind. She really didn't want to use her third and final question on the same idea, and even though she felt a twinge of guilt about it, she had made up her mind to leave it be.

It was strange how her imagination had already begun to strategize ways of working this dirty little secret into her own, personal life. The lies, the hot, adulterous excursions, just the thought of it all gave her an erotic, nervy sensation, like butterflies in her stomach and a deep twinge in her pussy at the same time. It was a much more intense feeling than she had remembered from her first time having intercourse, and other sexually related, nerve-wracking experiences from her past.

"What is your final question, Jessica?"

Having already prepared the question in her head, she continued.

"How does one advance from apprenticeship to what ever it is that comes next?"

 

[StylusMaximus]

The bald man stood up.

"Jessica, if you choose to wear the ring, we will give you every opportunity to prove yourself worthy of membership," he said. "How well you please us will determine whether, and how quickly, you will advance."

He loosened his tie.

"Now, please climb up on the table and get on your hands and knees, your ass facing me," he said sternly.