Exit to Eden

[SexyAmber]

(OOC this is a by invitation only, to join please pm either myself or Ari)

Name: Mistress K’ala

She remembered when she was first trained as a slave to head Master of this isle. As the paddle was brought down again and again to the ripe surface of her bottom he spoke, calmly, smoothly.

“The best dominants were once slaves”

These words etched forever in her mind. And now on the beautiful resort isle she was the Head Mistress, the one that the dominants and submissives alike longed to please. A mere glance from her provided a lifetime of approval. And about the isle. A resort for only the wealthy, it was called “Temptos Island” The Isle of temptation. It was a resort solely for the dark pleasures of the BDSM world. It was a month long training for submissives. 30 days of exploring their darkest fantasies. They were to live as slaves the entire visit. Kneeling at meals, bathing their Mistresses or Masters, sleeping at the foot of their bed and obedient to their every whim. Insolence was not permitted or tolerated. They came to this glorious isle because they loved it, they loved living in service to another. The isle was a secret, that was the most important of rules. It was never to be revealed to their “normal” life. All types of people were members. Lawyers, movie stars, doctors. No couples were welcomed. Upon the day of arrival each slave is brought to an auction pedestal and sold for the month to the highest bidder.

The isle was prepared, every visage was entirely tropical, the resort itself was built like a greek fortress. White marble and linens everywhere. The lapping of the waves to the white sand beach. And today was the first day. The Masters and Mistresses of the resort dressed in preparation for the slaves to arrive. The would be chained like chattel, wearing only loin clothes and one by one lead to the dais to be viewed and auctioned.

Chair had been set up for the dominants viewing and they began to fill. Mistress K’ala’s marble thrown sat on it’s marble base in the center back, yet it was void for now.

As she prepared in her room, she heard the sound of the buses began to approach, the slaves were here. She dressed in a flowing white gown with sheer sleeves that hung to the ground, her breasts corseted so that barely her dusky peaks were covered. She began her steps toward the main grounds, never before had she purchased a slave at these auctions, today should be no different.

 

[ariosto]

Steve Anderson had not realised how quickly he had gotten himself into a position that it would be very difficult to get out of.
On the boat coming over, he'd been kept locked in a small cabin for three days.
His only contact the brawny blonde young man named Erik who brought him his food. Whenever Steve had asked to go out on deck, he'd been told politely but firmly that he was not allowed to. That it was in his contract.
By the time the voyage was over he wanted to flatten that pretty boy's nose right across his face.
But he was being paid. Paid good money by the National Enquirer to dig into this tale of a fabled island called Temptos, where the
beautiful people, the gilded people could indulge their sexual fantasies away from prying eyes.
If he did his job right they wouldn't be in the shadows much longer.

The knock on the door was rapid and insistant. He'd been dozing away the afternoon when it came.
"Steve!...Steve.!"
He got up and with a thrill he noticed the boat had stopped moving. They were here!

Erik stood at the door.
"Take a shower and come on deck in 15 minutes. Leave all your clothes here."
A question formed on his lips.
"Naked. You'll be given clothes on the island."

The light was blinding as he was hurried along the deck to join with a score of men and women, fellow slaves, that he hadn't seen since the voyage began.
The sun was like an oven in the sky, burning into their backs.
They were roughly divided, the men on one side the women on the other.
Steve was so caught up in his own bizarre situation that he hardly noticed the beautiful figures of the women or the athletic build of the men.

A man he had not seen before stepped on deck. He was very tall and blonde like Erik, hair tied in a neat ponytail behind him, eyes behind very dark sunglasses.

"Welcome to Temptos!"
His voice was powerful.
"My name is Paul. I'm one of your trainers.
You have all signed contracts to be here. You are all of legal age.
Does anyone contest that?"

There was a shuffling but no voices were raised.
"All right. You are going to run down the gangways when I tell you too. Men to the left, women to the right.
You will proceed along the elevated path to the slave pens.
No talking.
Move!"

At the last command the naked men and women, hurried down from the boat and along the wooden walkways to the shade of a thatch roofed cabana.
Along the way, Steve was aware of many people sitting at terraced tables eating and drinking, watching them, looking at them with the same appraising glances one would give a thoroughbred horse.
Once in the relative privacy of the cabana the men began to talk among themselves but were quieted by the ominous presence of Paul who suddenly loomed in the doorway.

"You." he pointed at a handsome, Italian boy.
"Let's go."
One by one he led them out, nine of them.
Now only Steve was left.
"Last but not least, pretty boy...move it!"

Steve walked out, and blinked in the harsh light.
Paul prodded him with the blunt end of a riding crop.
"Arms at your side...walk 5 paces forward, turn completely around and stand there. Don't move."

He did as he was told and found himself on a small platform surrounded completely by the upturned faces of beautiful women.

"This Slave is named Stephan. He is 32 years old. He will do anything it takes to please his Mistress.
What is your bid?"

 

[SexyAmber]

As Stephan was brought to the platform, her blazing amber gaze was lifted from his file to him. A cant of her head sent caramel tresses sweeping down the curve of her bodice and she appraised him silently. He was indeed beautiful, but so were many of the men here. A first timer here on the isle. But there was something different, he seemed out of place upon the dais. Most of the other men, groveled, showed their muscles, and posed for the Mistresses but not this Stephen, he seemed very uncomfortable as the bids drew higher and higher.

His file was closed on her lap. And a golden paddle was lifted from her side.

“He shall be mine, stop bidding” And with the hypnotic rasp of her voice all drew silent save the gasps. Mistress K’ala had never before bid on a slave. The trainer Paul guided Stephen down from the platform whispering,

“You have been granted a gift few have ever been given, serve her with perfection.”

And he was guided down the center isle to the feet of his new owner.

 

[ariosto]

*Her feet smell of coconut and cinnamon,* he thought as he was thrust down before her. Her skin was a deep goldened by the sun, perfectly pedicured nails...clear lacquered. The white gown she wore was gossamer thin and his eyes traveled naturaly up the long sweep of smooth shapely leg...

Eye's down slave!

The butt end of the crop in the nape of his neck..pushing. He wanted to turn and bite it like a mad dog.
*patience old boy. You asked for this. you have a story to write.*

He concentrated again on the shape of her feet, noticing a small scar on the arch of the left...a pale sickle moon...

"Stand up."
Her voice was rich, smooth and clear...he stood almost afraid to look at her.
"Look at me Stephan, what do you see?"

She was breathtaking. Never in his life had he been this close to such beauty. Hair as blonde as sunlight, tumbled down over breasts whose fullness could be glimpsed through the sheernees of the gown. The dusky arc of an areole was peeking above the
edge of the corset she was wearing underneath. He wanted to lick his lips but he didn't.

"Well?"

Her skin was the color of wild honey, her face that of a Greek goddess, high cheekbones , an aquiline nose, full beautifully curved lips. Her eyes were clear, piercing and blue they matched...

"Stephan, I'm waiting."

" I see someone I desire greatly."
He finally answered.

There was an audible intake of breath around them.
He could feel Paul's threatening presence close behind but the Goddess smiled.

"Good,", she said, " I want you to desire me. My name is K'ala. You will adress me as Mistress K'ala . Now turn around slowly."

He did and felt her eyes taking in every fine toned muscle in his body including the one that stood turgid with arousal between his legs.