Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2002 18:58:58 -0700 From: arthur Subject: a sub to love part 8 authoritarin A SUB TO LOVE Part Eight By arthur As we sat and watched the ceremony as it was unfolding the camera panned over the assembled crowd all the Masters were dressed in their finest leathers, their slaves stood behind them in the pose of relaxation, that is standing normally with their hands by their sides as their Masters sat at the tables surrounding the main floor, only the Primes were dressed in tuxedo's and gloves of white cotton all the other Masters had on their leather gloves. As the first slave to be presented was called the Masters slammed once on the table with their closed fist as a welcome to the slave, the Primes sat on the dais at their own table with the Master of the rod standing to the right of them in front of his table of equipment, I explained all this to Eric as the first slave came to the center of the room taking his position in present facing the Primes, his Master in front of him. Although because of the circumstances for Eric our formality would be a little different it would never the less be similar in content, Nigel took his feet standing in the center of the dais. "Master Alton, we greet you under the sign of the Seven Mythra, May They Preserve." "Prime Master Nigel, you honour me with your greeting." "Master Alton, it is well meant, do you have a boon to ask of the assembled?" "Prime Master Nigel, I do have a boon." "Master Alton, ask of us your boon?" "Prime Master Nigel, I ask of the assembled to accept this my slave Peter." "Master Alton, how does he propose to be worthy of this boon?" "Prime Master Nigel, he would offer a kiss to the cat." "Master Alton, if this be so then let him approach and ask his boon." Alton turned to his slave and removed his cape, gasps went up around the room as they saw for the first time the new slave, a truly beautiful young man of about 18 strong and with a solid well built body, obviously to become one day a good Master, the slave went forward to below the dais and fell into the third position in front of Nigel and with a clear voice asked. "Prime Master, this boon I ask to honour my master, that I may offer five kisses to the cat with two claws." "Assembled Masters do you accept this boon?" Every Master again slammed the table in agreement. "Slave Peter your boon to honour your Master is granted." The boy rose and returned to Alton but this time he took the position of rest on the floor in front of his Master but facing the dais, the second one was called and the ceremony continued each giving his request. When the second one asked for his five kisses to the cat of three claws Eric asked his first question, all the time we had watched I had allowed him to sit in my lap to feel comfortable with the newness of the ceremony. "James, whats this boon thing they're asking for, you know so many kisses and how many claws the cat has to have?" "Ah, well Eric this is the part you have a dispensation for, the number of kisses means the number of strokes from the whip called a cat-o-nine-tails, the number of claws means the weight in ounces of each strip of leather making up the whip, example two claws means the lightest whip with a two ounce thong, you'll ask for a dispensation because you're a bit young and the cat can leave you marked for life also five is the least number you can ask for and you get the whole five unless you cry out and then the Master of the rod stops, he's the big guy standing by the table, he takes note of which whip is asked for and then gives the strokes him self, their Master is not allowed to, as you can see the Master of the rod is a big guy, he weights over 250 lbs and is all muscle he knows how to lay it on, only a Prime Master can take over from him because we have had the highest number of lashes from the heaviest whip as part of us becoming a Prime at our inorguration into the chair." "What's the most a slave has ever asked for." "It's always five kisses and either a two or a three, I can't think of anyone asking for more than that, besides you dont have to worry about it you'll have your dispensation, just ask for that and you'll be ok, these guys have been in training for this night for most of a year and some of them wont make it to five but thats not the point it is that they want to try to honour their Master by doing it." "Oh, I see now, ok so I just have to ask for my boon and they ok it all?" "Yes that's it kiddo, now watch, there's only two more to go then we'll be out there, don't worry little dove you're going to knock them dead." Eric snuggled into my chest as the ceremony went on, at last the final presentation was done, all six new slaves were at their Masters feet, Nigel rose again and a hush came over the hall. "Assembled Masters, we have one more to present and it is for this reason that you were all asked to attend this conclave without exception, this presentation has never taken place in this country and any who were not to attend would have lost all honour under the seven Mythra. May They Preserve, As this is the first time for this presentation it will be held under the rules set out in our neighbours office of Australia, Masters I ask you to take your positions to show honour to Founding Prime Master James." As my name was called I rose and told Eric to wait till I got back to take him through the hall, I lifted his hood and mask into position telling him to watch the screen as he will probably never see this again. "Yes James." "Now be patient Eric this is the biggest day ever held here and little dove you're the main attraction so do the best you can ok?" "Yes James, I'll try to make you proud of me, James?" "Yes kiddo?" "I love you." "I love you too little dove, ok here we go, now wait till I come for you." Yes James." I left him standing there watching the screen as I made my enterance into the hall, the slaves immediately went to the third position, the Masters to the second and all the Priime except for Nigel stood at the first, I walked the length of the hall, my heels clicking loudly on the wooden floor. "Founder James, we the assembled greet you with honour." All the leather covered fist banged on top of their tables three times. "Prime Master of the Chair, the assembly does me great honour." "Founder James is there service we can offer?" "Prime Master of the Chair, there is a service that can be offered." A soft murmer went up around the hall. "Founder James the assembly could not deny you your service ask and it shall be done?" "Prime Master of the Chair, my service is to offer a presentation with dispensation, is this granted?" "Founder James, this can not be denied, we await your presentation." A loud gasp went up around the hall as everyone knew I had never handled another slave since Cameron ten years earlier. "Prime Master of the Chair, I ask your leave to gather my presentation." "Founder James it is granted." At this I turned on my heel to go to the room for Eric, a loud hubub of noise broke out, the ceremony had never been heard before here and the fact that I was again active was news to all. I got to the room and went in, Eric was standing staring at the screen in a daze. "Ok kiddo you ready for this?" "Yes." "I'll tell you when to go and ask for the dispensation ok?" "Yes." "OK there's one last thing, you've heard about all the people talking about you being a double?" "Yes." "So you know that by wearing that ring on your fiinger everone will know that you are 100% submissive?" "Yes, it's all I want to be." "Ok for you it's different, when you ask for your dispensation you don't use the third position, because of who you are and also my position you'll only go to the second position, this is to show all the other slaves you have a special place, it also shows honour to my standing, ok?" "Yes, only to the second." "Yes good boy, ok now lets get this show on the road, ready?" "Yes." "Lets go." I lead him out the door and into the hall as the first eyes fell on him the whispering started as I knew it would. "Look,look he wears the silver." "It can't be, there's never been one." "He looks small." "Look how straight he is." "But the silver must be a mistake." "We'll know when he's uncaped." "It can't be a double, not here, our group's to small." "It's a chance in ten million." "Yes but he wears the silver, James would never go against the rules." "Lets wait and see." "He's such a little bloke." I hoped the nattering would not upset Eric but as I glanced from the corner of my eye I was sure he straightened even further as we made our slow way down the hall, we walked past the row of other slaves presented that night and stopped a few feet from the dais. "Founder James, who would be worthy to accompany you in black and silver?" "Prime Master of the Chair, only a worthless boy to be presented to all assembled, to be honoured or disposed of as seen fit by the assembled." "Founder James you asked for a dispensation for this unworthy person, why?" "Prime Master of the Chair, he would ask this boon of the assembled as he has been in training only two weeks." "Founder James, why should he be presented with such little training?" "Prime Master of the Chair, as you see he wears the silver, it is reason enough." "Founder James, it is enough, is there among the assembled that would deny this presentation?" "Founder James, there being no dissent, ask your worthless boy to ask his boon." I turned to Eric and smiled to show him I knew he could do this, then removed his cape with a rather over large flurry, he snapped sharply into present, the gasps went up around the hall, "He's double ringed, my god he's beautiful but so young, look at his present, it's perfect, god James is lucky to have found him." The thumping on the table began in a sign of respect for Eric and to show me how they all felt about him, it continued until Nigel had to call a halt to continue with the ceremony, when at last the hall was silent he began again. "Founder James who would be this slave to wear the silver and be double ringed?" "Prime Master of the Chair, I present my slave Eric for your consideration." "Founder James, he would have a boon that would not be denied?" "Prime Master of the Chair, he would have such a boon." "Founder James, then ask him to approach." I turned back to Eric, and saw he was a little nervous so I winked at him to tell him all was going to be ok. "Bonded and double ringed slave Eric proceed to the Prime Master of the Chair and ask your boon." Eric moved forward to below where Nigel stood, going down on his knees, back rigid. "Bonded, double ringed slave you ask of the assembled a boon?" In a clear steady voice Eric answered. "Prime Master of the Chair, I would ask such a boon." "Then bonded slave ask what you will." Everyone present waited for his request of dispensation, ready to agree the instant it was out of his mouth, a pin could drop and be heard in the room as his clear words rang around the room. "Prime Master of the Chair, I would honour my Master by offering ten kisses to the five clawed cat." I can't have heard right, ten lashes of a five ounce cat would nearly kill him, he was to small and light of build especially done by the Master of the rod, it could not be taken back but there was only one way I could try to save him, the Master of the rod used brute force in his whipping where as I had learned to use technique and even at full force as the blows had to be I could control the whip to do the least amount of damage, but his show of fearlessness was still going to hurt him beyond repair, the only hope was to do it myself and hope he yelled out at the first blow, and thats what everybody expected from him, one blow would satisfy the gathering, I lifted my right hand showing my signet ring to the dais. "Founder James you request the honour to hold the haft?" "Prime Master of the Chair, I so request." "Founder James it is granted, will you take the first of places for the kiss?" "Prime Master of the Chair, we shall." Then the unheard of happened as the senior of the Masters of the other six presented slaves stepped forward. "Master Stephen, you have a request?" "Prime Master of the Chair, we the presenting Masters would ask to withdraw our slaves this day to show honour to the bonded and double ringed slave Eric for his valour and trustworthiness in his Master Founder James, we would present again next year for today we would not want to sully such an honourable slave." "Master Stephen, it is agreed, bonded and double ringed slave Eric return to your master, your boon is granted." Eric joined me in the center of the floor while the others took their slaves to the side as the Master of the rod rolled out the cross into the center of the hall, locking the brakes on the wheels he turned and went back to stand beside his table, lifting a 5 whip in his hand for me to take when I was ready, but this was Erics night so turning to him I ordered. "Bonded and double ringed slave Eric take for me the five clawed cat and return." I was hoping the feel of the weight would make him change his mind, but he just strode to the dais lifting his hands for the whip and holding it out in front of himself returned to me offering it over. "Boy follow me." I moved to the cross and he came to stand beside me, looking with glazed eyes at the solid Kauri timber of the cross with it's four chains attached top and bottom, on the platform below was a small box with a leather bight bit in it for him to clamp down on with his teeth. "Stand boy while I release you." I began to unlock his leathers, stripping him in front of the mass of Masters and slaves, the oohs and aahs came out as they saw his small slender form, his skin shining with the oil and the sheen of perspiration now forming over him, once he was stripped naked I gave him his next order. "Boy stand and face the cross." Eric mounted the platform placing himself hard against the wooden cross spreading his arms and legs without being asked, as I clamped the shackles closed I whispered in his ear. "My little dove you shouldn't have done this, this is going to tear you apart, I'll be as careful as I can but there's going to be blodd if you try to take all of them, I want you to take two then call out so it's over, I'm so proud of what you've done but I don't want you hurt like this." "James?" he whispered back. "Yes little dove." "Please honour us both, and could you squeeze my nipple hard till it hurts, it'll help the dove to find me." "Ok little dove, wait I'll get the bight for you to clamp down on." "No, please this is for your honour." The tears were falling freely down my face as I took his nipple in my fingers and squeezed as hard as I could, he flinched then in his chest I felt the vibration starting, I stepped back lifting the cat as the first of the humming started from his throat, I knew by twisting my wrist at the last moment before impact would bring the tails together and lessen the effect of the blow but it would still sting more than anything he had ever felt, I brought the whip singing down on his upper shoulders. Snap. His body contorted in the chains but no sound except that faint humming. "One" the crowd called Snap. "Two" Snap. "Three" For god sake Eric call out now, but the humming kept on, the third stroke was in the middle of his back but it wouldbn't be long before I started to over lap the strokes and then it was the dangerous part as he could easily be ripped open, I still had enough room to keep him clean but once the seventh blow was done it would be to late, he woudl be opened. Snap. "Four" For gods sake Eric call out. Snap. "Five" The humming grew louder but remained steady, his little body now striped almost to the bottom of his buttocks, I could get one more on his butt and one last one at the top of his thighs, then it would be to late unless he called out. Snap. "six" Snap. "Seven" The last two numbers were called out with awe in the voices of everyone there, I walked to the cross, his humming still strong but he was aware and looking into my eyes as I stood beside him, I whispered to him. "It's enough little one call out or your skin will be broken, I can't hurt you anymore." HIs face was ashen, the sweat was flowing down his face and body, he summoned up a smile for me. "Please James, please mark me as yours, I need it, and can I cum now?" "Honey are you sure, these marks will be with you for life?" "Yes I'm sure, now can I cum?" "When ever and how ever you want little dove." "Then make the last one the best one, leave your mark on me, please James." "As you wish little dove." I stepped back lifting the whip. Snap. "Eight" No skin break yet but it was close, this one would have to be placed carefully for him as the last one was the one to draw blood for him but I was determined it wouldn't be much, I needed all my training to get him through this. Snap. "Nine" still no blood thank the Mythra for his protection, but this one would draw it, I had to for him. Snap. "Ten" "by the Mythra he's done it,and look, look, he's cumming." I looked to his front and he was sending shot after shot of his young cum out onto the floor in front of him, the hall went into an uproar, and then the chant started as I released him from the cross and took him in my arms to carry back to the room and tend to him, the Master of the rod following behind me with a medecine kit, ( he was doctor in civie street), the chant shattered the hall. "Eric,Eric,Eric,Eric." He looked up to me as I carried him into the room. "Did I do it James?" "Honey you slayed them, you did what no ones ever done, you're going to be one of the greats of our history, they'll talk about your courage and honour for years to come, now lay down there on your stomach while we have a look at you." "May I come in James?" "Of course doc." The doc set about fixing the four open lashes on Erics back, stemming the blood and rubbing in a salve to the rest of the marks. "James that was the most beautiful peice of whip work I've ever seen, to not break his skin for nine strokes was amazing, and as for you young Eric, well you leave me speachless, you have honoured your Master like no other has every done, congratulations." Eric lay there naked on the couch letting the salve take effect on his back the four welts covered with guaze to protect the open skin. A knock came on the door. "Come." "James is he alright?" "Yes Nigel, he's a tough little bugger when he wants to be." "Eric you are above honour, I've never seen a new slave do that, and to think you've only been bonded for two weeks, it's unheard of." "Thank you Prime Master of the Chair." "Oh Eric there's no need for that, tonight you're going to be honoured by all so for just now you can call me Nigel." "I'm sorry sir, that would dishonour my Master." "James he's is truly a gem, ok Eric sir is enough for the rest of the night, ok, no titles." "Yes sir." "Ok can you make it out to the rest shortly?" "Yes sir, I'll be ok in a minute or two." "James there was a unanimous vote, everyone wants to show honour to Eric for his devotion to you, are you ok with that?" "For him, anything Nigel, we'll be out soon, but I have no gear here for him, it's still outside." "Please James bring him as he is." "Are you ok with that Eric, to go back as you are?" "Yes Master, they have all seen me anyway." "Good boy, ok Nigel soon." "Right see you both then." As we returned to the hall the whole memebership had lined up along the length of the hall and as we entered they began to stamp there foot on the floor in recognition of Erics performance, we made it to the center of the room where his leathers had been laid out neatly in a line and by the look of them they had been freshly cleaned and polished for him, we went to stand beside them, the stamping stopped abruptly as Nigel stood up from the chair. "Assembled Masters, is there among you who would deny the bonded slave Eric the ultimate honour for a slave?" No one spoke. "There being none to dissent I ask you Founder James to dress your slave and bring him forward." I dressed Eric in his leathers trying to be carefull of his cuts as best I could but even so the preasure of the harness made him wince and give a soft groan, when he was finished he took his place behind me and followed me to in front of the dais. "Bonded and double ringed slave Eric I ask you to step forward." I turned to Eric and nodded, even with all that was going on tonight he had remembered to check with me first, even though he would have been forgiven had he moved without my agreement. He moved to the front of the dais, Nigel came down to the floor beside him holding in his hand a gold arm bracelet, as he pushed it up Erics arm he said. "Slave Eric from this day and by this signet you will be addressed by all as child of Mythra, only your Master may say different, I ask you know to take your place in the center of the room for all to pay homage to a child of Mythra." Eric had become one of a very select group in fact there were only three others that I knew of in Ausralasia that held the title and it had taken them years to achieve not weeks, I strode to the center of the room and Eric stood in front of me with my hands on his shoulders as the lines of Masters and the slaves came to him. As first the Masters came they would put there hand on his head and say to him while looking straight into his eyes. "Child of Mythra I honour thee." When the last of the Masters had passed the slaves came and took the third position in front of Eric, old and young alike and said. "Child of Mythra I follow thee" "When all had passed the Master of the rod came before Eric carrying the whip we had used, taking the second position he lifted the whip up to eric and said. "Child of Mythra, I offer you your five clawed cat, so that it may never be used on another." Eric reached out and took the cat almost reverently in his hands as the tears ran down his face, I could still feel the heat of his whipping hot against my chest even through my clothing as the master gained his feet and left a number of slaves appeared carrying a large round dining table placing it in front of the dais it was quickly prepared for dinner and the chairs for all the primes placed around it as Nigel spoke. "Thats the end of it people lets eat drink and you know what follows, and I want an extra chair set at our table, Myhtra's child sits with us this evening." Then the party really began as we took our seats and the slaves ran around attending to everyone, especially, it seemed Eric, the sub I loved. End: