The Masters Ball Part 2

bookworm - The Masters Ball (Part 2) Author: bookworm
Title: The Masters Ball (Part 2)
Date: 15 November 2004



The Masters Ball (Part 2)

As Kyle entered through the Large open doors, leading his slave behind him, he was greeted by the same spectacle as he had been from years before, but each year he was always awed by the elegance and extravagance of the Mansion. Large portrait paintings of dead and long forgotten owners of the mansion hanging on the walls of the large open hall, leading up to the ornately decorated ceiling. On tall plinths around the rooms lowest ranked slaves were standing naked, attached to poles, totally immobilised, head hooded, mouth gagged. He wondered how the Master General afforded to keep the place running as he seemed to have no sign of any income.

In front of him was the main table which had several of the protectors sitting behind, greeting all the masters as they arrived, again a short queue and Kyle was soon at the front, he passed over his invitation card and the Proctector punched his name into the laptop that was in front of all of the Proctectors there.

“Master Kyle and slave?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“You have been here before, so you know where everything is.”

“I do”.

“Well enjoy your evening. The Master General will be down soon.“ The Proctector said..

Kyle turned to leave the table when he noticed that there was a marble plinth placed beside the table that was not there the year before. “What’s that for? It was not there last year”

“The Master is hoping to acquire some new armour soon”

With that Kyle left leading his slave behind him, heading towards a door adjacent to the table, above the door a sign proclaimed “Crèche”. It was as the sign said, a crèche for the Masters to leave there slaves , if they wanted to for a small donation. They were left to the Masters wishes, suspended, hogtied on the floor, chained to the wall or as Kyle had decided for his slave sitting on a stool with a butt plug attached, his own plug removed and he was the placed onto the stool, his legs secured to the stool legs, arms still behind his back. Kyle was happy to leave his slave there and go back to mingle with the other Masters that was now arriving quickly, the entrance hall now full.

Across from the crèche was the main ballroom which was open and in use, as he crossed the hall, his boots clicking on the marble floor, he slowed to look up the winding stairway which again had a table beside it and two Proctectors standing guard, he noted that the plinth was in the middle of them. He knew that this year he would totally enjoy himself up there, the reason for wearing the pants with the open front with cockring. As always, strung across the stairway was a banner, reading “Beware-tables turn”. ‘Slightly cryptic’ Kyle thought to himself each time he saw it.

He made his way through the growing crowd and up to the open free bar, a real bar like in a pub, and ordered a beer, he noticed that the slaves here wore rubber tit flasher vests and pants, he had enquired before, for hygiene purposes, but again all hooded and muzzled as they were not allowed to speak to guests, the same for the food staff. It was here while standing at the bar that he met some other Masters that were friends of his, mostly only seen here at the ball. It was while here that after a short time, a silence spread through the large room and the crowd seemed to part leaving a pathway to a small stage at the far end. Then into view the Master General appeared, leading a slave who with his legs shortly chained shuffled behind and down to the stage. As he walked through, the Masters bowed and all slaves-who were in the hall and could-knelt with their heads bowed, staying knelt as the Masters remained standing, the momentum passing through the crowd like a wave.

Once The Master General was at the stage, he climbed up, his slave still behind him. The audience then cheered the Master General loudly and then silenced as he began to speak, his voice low and whispering, welcoming all to his yearly function. It was short and to the point as he wanted to mingle around and not hold up any of the evenings events.

The small orchestra that was made up from a mixture of Proctectors and slaves and was set up in the corner on the same wall as the entrance doorway, began to play again. Kyle could never get his head around the scene of seeing a group of leather-men playing classical music.

The Master General stepped down from the stage and began to mingle through the guests, his slave with out a choice, following behind. He greeted each and everyone that he could, stopping to talk to some for longer. It was then that he would tease his slave, who dressed in a rubber, neck opening, one piece suit that had legs but no sleeves, keeping the arms locked in internal sleeve. The leather hood was fully closed, no eye holes and with two tubes for the nostrils and one for the mouth, which the Master General occasionally put a glass to for the slave to drink. The only flesh of the slave visible was his cock and balls, which protruded through an attached cockring in the suit and his nipples that were like all slaves, was pierced, but his rings were pulled tight by a chain across between the nipples. As the Master General talked to some guests he would, from time to time, tease the slave who was pulled tight to him by his Master, by the lead, by reaching down and stroking the slaves cock and the massaging him with his hand until he was fully hard and then as the slave was near to cumming, he would stop. The slave wanting release, his breathing hard and audible through the tubes would start pumping himself in his Masters hand, for which the Master would grab his balls firmly, the slave stopping immediately, a muffled groan just audible from the hood.

Eventually the Master General stopped by the small group where Kyle was standing and greeted the men, as he looked at Kyle he shot him a knowing glance, the friendly face fleetingly disappearing, slightly un-nerving Kyle. Then he was gone. Kyle made his excuses and left the group, for he had other things on his mind for he wanted to take his visit upstairs.

He paid a donation , which went to charities, was handed a ticket and a condom and was allowed up the stairs. At the top, a wing had been set aside as with the previous years for real pleasure. The Master General allowed some of his slaves to be used by his guests, on certain conditions; no drugs to be used, condoms to be used at all times (one ticket colour coded for each room and one condom provided- if you wanted to enter more than one room, you bought more tickets), no fiddling with the hood to see who the slave was and the golden rule NOT to be broken-no physically hitting the Slave. If the slave was to be hit, then only by The Master General or with his permission, which was a rarity.

At the door to each room stood a Proctector, collecting the tickets allowing the guests to enter when free, as some rooms were more popular than others, there was some more queuing. Each room was elegantly decorated as with the rest of the mansion, heavy curtains at the windows and no other furniture except for the bondage piece for that room and a naked but hooded and muzzled slave attached in various positions and a small table on which was placed several tubes of lube and a box of tissues. The only one that was different was the room with the glory hole booth in, this held two slaves separated by an internal wall, their legs locked down , kneeling, hands behind their backs, necks chained to the wall, mouths at hole. Unknown to the Masters outside, who could see one another as there was no partition between them, there was a Proctector standing behind the slaves to make sure they did not speak.

Kyle found the room that he wanted and began to chat to the only other Master who was waiting, he had a slave kneeling at his feet. There was a knock at the door from inside and the Proctector unlocked the door, let the Master out and the other master in, the slave was taken in as well, this was allowed, but the slave was locked to a ring on the wall by the Proctector as he held the key. As Kyle waited he heard a fanfare from downstairs from the ballroom, the slave show was just about to start, but he was not interested in this. He had seen it before, parades to find the best of show slave, Master and slave and Master together in categories of all leather, all rubber and leather and rubber mixed. Then there was the main award for best of show overall winner. There was a special award for the master who could position and restrain his slave in the best way.

Kyle waited he guessed for about ten minutes when there was a knock on the door, the Master was ready to leave, He and his slave duly left and Kyle handed the Proctector his ticket and entered the room, the door closing and locking behind him. He stood still for a moment as he watched the bound slave strapped across the whipping horse, legs spread wide opened chained down, body across the horse, arms pulled tight and spread open , chained to the legs the other side, and a chain pulling his head tight down and again locked to the floor. Kyle could feel his kick hardening under his 501’s and he was now in his own world, just as he faintly heard the fanfare of the first show winner being announced.

As the show progressed through the awards, and the Master General handed out the awards the time passed and the best of show was awarded to the overall winner, a cheer erupted from the hall. The Master General stayed on the stage, his slave ever present at his shoulder, behind them a set of stocks was erected behind him, the crowd growing silent, knowing impending doom for a Master. Up on the end wall behind the stage, a Large painted began to slid across to reveal a large hidden video wall. Then the Master General began to speak, the tone in his soft voice becoming more serious.

“It has come to my attention that a some rules have been broken here tonight.” A wave of booing coming from the crowd. ”A serious crime against one of my slaves, from a trusted Master, who…”he paused for effect. “who should be more aware of the consequences if caught.” Noise could be heard from the hall and a passage automatically opened from there to the stage. Clamped in the hands of two Proctectors was a sack covered Master. He was dragged up to the stage and held behind the stocks. The Master then spoke again as the sack was lifted from the Master. “Behold your traitor!”</body></html> ;