Chronicles of a Submissive

The Secret Society

I hope you enjoyed the rizz shower  in the last chapter. I'll get to writing the rest later, but not right now. A new day means a new story, right? Haha... So, what comes to mind when you hear "Secret Society"? My master and some of his friends actually formed one. Today, I'll share that story with you. It's about a feast... yes, a feast...

The feast was grand, just like always. On the table lay juicy meat, tempting everyone's taste buds. But to be honest I was the most mouthwatering food of all. Tonight, all eyes were on me as my master prepared to introduce me to everyone. I mean his friends and their secret society.

I think I should share some basics about the secret society with you . It's like a cult with around 400-500 members, the majority of whom are men. Most of them have a submissive partner or "slave," even sometimes their wives or partners often act as their submissives. The members meet occasionally, every three months or so, and every time the venue is decided by vote. Each event has its own theme and festivities.

The members maintain their connection through a dedicated website, which serves as a hub for the community. Every member has a profile on the site, where they can list their kinks and fetishes. There's also a system of badges to recognize achievements, designations or roles , and a section for members to share photos from past events.

The events organized by the society often involve rituals, particularly when a member introduces a new submissive or slave to the group. Today my story is all about the specifics of these rituals, they are mainly designed to integrate the new member into the community and establish their role within the group. 

Oh! The reason I called it a cult because it does have a cult-like atmosphere, with its own set of traditions, hierarchies, and a strong sense of belonging among the members. 

I really felt lost and scared amidst the grandeur of the feast. My master hadn't explained much about the event or its rituals, leaving me bewildered. He mentioned a society where everyone had a slave or sub, and new arrivals meant a ritual party. Just it! Later i found out the dark color of the society. But I loved it... 

Honestly speaking the unfamiliarity of it all overwhelmed me, and I didn't know what to do. Just think you as a center of attraction and don't know what's coming....

"Ah, daddy, please will you excuse me? Thank you so much for the feast but, well, I truly feel unwell. Can we cancel the ritual?" I stammered, holding my stomach and trying to look ill. I knew deep down that my master would not be pleased with my request, but I had to try. The thought of participating in that scary rituals filled me with a sense of unease and discomfort.

My master's response was swift and firm. "Oh, sorry baby, it's not possible." he replied, looking hurt and a bit angry. "Go to the washroom and I want you here within a few minutes. And try something new, I don't like your red dress."

I knew I had to comply, lest I face the consequences of disobeying my master. "Ok daddy," I replied meekly, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and apprehension. As I made my way to the washroom, I tried to compose myself, knowing that I had to obey his order.

I knew that the dancers in the group often wore elaborate costumes, and an idea began to form in my mind. "I was wondering if it were possible," I began, my voice tinged with a hint of mischief that hinted at my certainty of success, "if I could borrow one of your enchanting costumes to surprise my master?" I added with a coy smile. Without hesitation, one of the dancers, already adorned in her splendid attire, graciously approached and handed me a costume. I felt a sense of relief wash over me.

I got changed quickly in front of them all, taking off my panties and heating up at the giggles from the other girls.

The outfit had a lot of parts, which made me happy. The black heels made me taller, lifting me about six inches off the ground and making my long legs look great. There was also a small black thong that I pulled tight against my pussy, feeling the friction almost too much to bear. On top of that, there was a short sarong with coins dangling from the edges, and matching silver bangles that jingled when I moved. And —just two tassels to cover my nipples.