The Initiation (Feat. Maria Esteves and Avery Merritt)

[DSX93]

normally would've been a very happy young woman in a circumstance like this: Welcomed into into a BDSM club and made a star attraction in

(Imagine this, but with blue lighting and more space that allows a larger, square-shaped matted platform that doesn't have anything else on it.)

High rollers who were all dressed in suits and pretty dresses, served with the finest that

Exterior

(Imagine something like this, but larger.)

Interior

had to offer. A big, fancy space that waited behind a double door at the end of a long, dark hallway. Blue lighting, with a large matted platform waiting in the center. Waiting for her and the "Queen of Diamonds". This was going to be a show, not a match. An arrangement that didn't bother Maria at all. Either path would take her to the same destination: Beneath Avery Merritt's heel.

The problem? It wasn't that her first experience with a dominatrix -- with two of them at once, in fact -- had gone to Hell. It wasn't the location. It wasn't the hungry stares and catcalls she received from the men and women both when she entered and made her way onto the platform. She liked those. This scenario called for her to show up in something befitting of a fun night in bed, but still, she worried that she might've been underdressed, or if her body wasn't pleasing to an audience who had no doubt seen much better. More fit, juicier in places, more muscular, what have you. But now she was feeling sexy.

And scared. This club belonged to one of the women she ran away from. A woman who obviously had influence. What if this was a set up? What if Avery was here to get payback on Gloria's behalf?

A worry that she didn't know that she had no need for. Gloria Kildahl placed all of the blame for that disaster solely at the feet of Neith. When Avery came to her with the specifics for this session, she was happy to provide the club's best showroom to house it. But the Muscle Goddess would keep a watchful eye on the events to come. She knew competition when she saw it, and she was not one to be outdone, especially in her own domain.

In. Out. In. And out. Maria took deep breaths to calm her nerves, quivering with a myriad of emotions. She was afraid, but oh so ready for this. Knew she looked good, but would it be enough to please the one person who really mattered? Ready to do something so freaky for the entire world to see. Curious about what she would be subjected to. Dreading and anticipating it. Hopeful. Getting away from her parents was already a dream come true. What if this was another step towards the fairy tale? Could Avery be her Christian Grey?

[RockRye]

The quiet murmur of the nearby room swelled as Avery Merritt adjusted her stance, giving her reflection one last appreciative glance. She smirked. Every detail of her regalia was perfect. Her pouty blue lips gleamed, her windswept hair framed her sharp, striking features like a halo of power, and her dramatic makeup lent her an ethereal allure. Her body, thick with curves yet undeniably toned, radiated authority and sensuality in equal measure. She wore one of the skimpiest lingerie sets she could recall donning for a public event, the cups and seams hugging her body in just the right places to emphasize her hips, chest, and waist. Her tall heels accentuated the powerful lines of her legs, while the sheer black stockings sheathed her thighs and calves, their glossy sheen catching the light and making her legs appear impossibly long and sculpted. The white boa around her neck hinted at the drama she intended to bring. It would be cast aside soon enough, like a queen shedding unnecessary pretenses before getting down to business.

As Avery watched a figure she presumed to be Maria emerge into the room through the single-sided mirror, the murmurs grew louder, spiked with curiosity and excitement. She took a slow, deliberate breath, readying herself for the entrance. This was her domain. These murmurs, these reactions, they were hers to command. Without hesitation, she dramatically shoved the door open, stepping inside with a powerful strut.

Her heels clicked against the polished floor, and the sound echoed, drawing eyes to the sway of her hips and the purposeful roll of her shoulders. Every step showcased the taut, elegant power in her thighs and calves, her movements smooth and precise despite the precarious height of her heels. The skimpy fabric of her attire moved with her body, hinting at strength beneath the sultry exterior. Her chest rose with each breath, her curves bold and unapologetic, and her boa trailed behind her like the tail of a comet. She radiated confidence, her very presence enough to draw whistles and murmured praise from the gathering crowd.

Reaching the well-lit central pillar of the room, Avery mounted it with practiced grace, planting one foot up on the platform and striking a pose. Her body arched slightly to emphasize her curves, her hips tilted just enough to accentuate her power and elegance. The dramatic lighting painted her as a masterpiece, and she reveled in the moment. Tilting her head back, she allowed her boa to slide sensuously down her shoulders before catching it in one hand, letting it hang loosely as she fixed her gaze on Maria.

Her lips curved into a seductive pout, her blue lipstick glistening under the lights as her eyes locked on her counterpart. Raising one hand, Avery gestured to Maria with the exaggerated precision of a model commanding attention.

"Come here, initiate," Avery purred, her voice smooth and dripping with authority. "Kneel beside your queen."

The room fell silent, the weight of her command settling like a heavy silk drape over everyone present. Avery’s piercing gaze dared Maria to refuse.

Rough idea of attire

[DSX93]

Breathtaking. Majestic. Maria was as spellbound as the rest when Avery made her entrance. No, even more so.

The room belonged to her the second she stepped in the room. Not a word spoken, not a single action taken. She just walked in with a supreme confidence that Maria could only hope to one day be able to emulate. The young Latina's jaw dropped, and her eyes drank in the sight that the blonde queen offered. The divine, masterfully crafted attributes -- curves and muscles -- and the snake, worn without a hint of worry! It's like she knew it wouldn't dare turn on her.

Maria could never walk around with that thing wrapped around her. She would've freaked out in seconds, and either been bitten or constricted. Or both. Do boas do both?

All of the attention shifted from her to the Queen of Diamonds, and she wasn't even mad to see it go. It would return once she joined her on the platform, but only in the sense that their audience would acknowledge that Maria was her subject for tonight. Their reactions were mixed: Some were of the "lucky her" persuasion, others expressing doubt that she'd be adequate in the role. She heard a few whispers about it, and that did no favors for her mounting nerves.

Trembling with a healthy dose of fear and anticipation, she stepped forward. A sheep fortunate enough to survive the slaughter in its first outing, but stepping into the lion's den again. Obedient, taking her place as easily as breathing, looking up at her ruler with blue eyes filled with innocence and admiration, patiently awaiting instruction.

[RockRye]

Avery Merritt had always understood the art of a moment. The power of a visual could elevate, captivate, and immortalize. It had done so for her before, propelling her to dizzying heights. It had also caused her... issues, thanks to less-than-careful curation. But that was the past. Avery was wiser now. Every step she took in front of a crowd or a camera was deliberate, designed to engrave itself in the memory of her audience.

Tonight was no different. This small, live crowd would leave with her image burned into their minds. Some of them, she mused with a smirk, might even find their way to her inbox, trying to book her for private sessions. That suited her just fine. And as for those who would watch this later, she would become their new obsession, a cinematic experience worth watching again and again. LAW would take notice of the demand, and Avery, as always, would profit.

Her gaze lingered on Maria, the smaller woman kneeling before her, an admiring look etched on her face. This one could take it, Avery thought. Maria would endure every ounce of treatment Avery decided to dole out, all for the sake of the moment, the spectacle. Avery would take her time with her.

Finally, she moved. Slowly, deliberately, she flicked the feathered boa from her hand, discarding it with the air of someone about to conduct important business. Her imposing figure loomed over Maria as her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. She lifted her heel, pressing it against Maria’s shoulder. The touch wasn’t harsh, but it carried weight, urging Maria to bow lower.

Satisfied, Avery stepped forward, and her long, powerful legs framed Maria’s head. Thick, creamy thighs lined with taut muscle rested on either side of Maria’s jaw, trapping her but not yet applying pressure. Avery’s stance was rigid, her legs ramrod straight as she peered down at her captive with an air of cold superiority.

“How much do you think you can take, Maria?” Avery asked, her tone almost conversational, though there was a razor-sharp edge beneath it. “And don’t exaggerate, or you'll be sleeping at my feet - and the society will dispose of you, along with all the other trash.”

[DSX93]

Maria was easily -- readily -- moved. Pliable, rather than weak. Bending, leaning until she was using her hands as well as her knees to support herself. The short, see-through nightie and thong left so very little to the imagination, prompting more ooh's and whistles and catcalls. She could feel the shift in the air. How she was already being reduced to a body in their eyes. Something to salivate and lust over as she weathered the storm Avery was bringing with her. It got her heart stepping down good on the gas.

La Blue Eyes -- as she was called at home -- wouldn't dare word it this way, but after having endured what comes with being caught in the middle of two warring goddesses, she felt confident in her ability to endure whatever she alone could do.

Especially if it got her in between those thighs. Soft and pristine, with immense, oppressive strength waiting just beneath, she was certain.

"I...I'll take whatever I must, my Queen." Her voice was soft. Shaky. Nervous. But resolute. Her words were not a challenge, merely a declaration of her intent and commitment. "Whatever pain, whatever humiliation you see me as deserving. I'll gladly suffer all of it."

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