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Debut Series: Part 7 -- Conclusion

Author: selkie

Filed in: dominance, love, initiation, blood, creed

It was as if sound itself had disappeared. He looked around him as if through the wrong end of a telescope, his eyes glassy, his mind trying to grapple with what he was seeing. He had been an intimate of the House for more than 10 years now – never had he seen such chaos, such a loss of control.

His eyes took in the crimson figure hanging from the cross in the alcove and tried to absorb that that was his S., his beloved, but it just wouldn’t compute. Then, from the corner of his eye, a flicker and swinging around, he saw the black arm go up and wet droplets splashed against his mouth as the thong of the whip snapped in the air. Putting out his tongue, he tasted the coppery hot taste of blood.

Without conscious thought, D. launched himself. Sound roared back and he realized he was screaming, rage spewed from his mouth and he hit Damian from the side, smashing into the black-clad figure with a force that bowled the two of them together in a twisting pile of outraged male flesh.

Around them, the room quietened. The sexual frenzy that had gripped the participants began to dissipate. As if waking up, individuals pulled away, adjusted clothing, averted shamed eyes as they saw what they had been doing. Stiff pricks began to soften, women pulled their swollen nipples from warm mouths, thighs snapped shut as they all turned to where the two men grappled.

The sickly hot thump of flesh against flesh, of bone cracking, droplets of blood spewing, was shocking in the sudden quiet. The two black clad figures grappled and writhed in a tangled mess of outrage and madness.

Helplessly, making involuntary movements, but afraid to interfere, slaves milled about the grappling figures, wanting to pull them apart but frightened.

Suddenly, D. reared up from the melee, his arm came down and there was a huge crack as Damian’s head snapped back and, unconscious, his nose leaking blood and mucus, his mouth a twisted ruin, he sank back.

D., breathing harshly, bruises already flaring on his pale face, blood trickling from a crooked nose turned, his heart swollen with agony towards the ruins of his darling. Clasped in his hand, unaware, was the whip, gore covered and ominous.

Turning from Damian, D. looked at S.

Unconscious, she sagged against the cross, her back a mass of welts and crimson rivulets of blood. In the silence of the room, the sound of her red essence dripping on the polished floor could be heard. Raw and abraded, strips of skin hanging, S. was butchered.

D. gave an inarticulate cry. Throwing the whip to one side, he barked a sharp command to the house slaves, and then hurried to his beloved, tears staining his green gaze. Gently, with Lydia supporting her slight body, he released the restraints.

S. collapsed into his arms. Carefully, keeping his hands off the brutalized back, D. lifted her gently over his shoulder, his hand snug against the blood smeared buttocks, the girl's long beautiful hair, sticky with blood, trailing behind as he gently carried her out.. Walking gingerly, gently, he left the room, the crowd parting, awakening from their own stupor.


The House had a state of the art hospital and it was there that a devastated D. bore his beautiful S. There, taken from him by competent gentle hands, he awaited news.

As he sat, his face hot and swollen, tears etching molten paths down blood smeared cheeks, his soul cried.

And through his ravaged mind ran the creed:

“I am your Master only after earning your trust and I embrace your submissiveness. I have looked into your heart and mind, and clearly see your desires and passions. You have thrown away your desires and passions. You have thrown away your fears and inhibitions. You tell me of the needs of your heart and body. You have given me total access to your soul, and I accept the responsibility and honour. You are a woman. You are not weak or inferior because of it. You are a treasure to be cherished. We are not equal. I have the strength of body and mind and the instinctive need to protect, possess, defend, and provide for you. You are a woman and instinctively stronger of will and heart. Your belief in me gives me courage and direction. Your strength disperses my doubt.” [BDSM Dominant Creed: author unknown]


“Within the bounds of our is my duty to protect you, and that you will know, that under my care; NO harm will come to you as a result of actions taken by Me..or you. That is my responsibility, to protect you..from yourself if necessary. What you give freely cannot in reality be bought.” [BDSM Dominant Creed: author unknown]

And realized his own selfishness, his own self-absorption had betrayed not just his own morals, his own sense of worth but more importantly, that she who he should have protected and cherished, she who had trusted absolutely, she who gave to him the keys to paradise, had given wrongly and received in turn not the respect, not the love, not the protection she deserved but betrayal.

And in the stark room, D. cried.

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