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“You won’t need a dresser,” Arthur drawls in a lazy tone, his eyes running up and down my curvy form. “Our train honeys don’t wear much, and we provide everything a woman might need. Including lingerie, sanitary supplies, and toiletry items,” he says in a meaningful voice. “Here, come look. You have your own bathroom.”
He steps back into the hallway, and gestures to an open doorway about five feet down the hall. It leads to a stark white bathroom with a clawfoot tub on one side, as well as a mid-size shower stall and a single sink. There’s an enormous selection of soaps, shampoos, deodorants, perfumes, as well as white, fluffy towels placed on a warming rack. I let out a sigh of relief. This is more like it.
“I see,” is my murmur as I finger a rose-scented lotion. “This looks nice, thank you.”
“It’s all yours,” Arthur drawls with a grin. “And in case you haven’t noticed, sweetheart, but there are no doors on either your bedroom or your bathroom because we have a “free use” policy around here.”
I swivel around, staring at the door jamb and realize that it’s true. There was something missing from these rooms, and I couldn’t place what it was at first, but now that Arthur’s articulated the missing piece, it’s all too clear.
“Wait a minute,” I sputter. “I won’t have any privacy if there are no doors!”
The handsome man grins, flashing brilliant white teeth.
“That’s right,” he confirms in a lazy voice as if this is par for the course. “You belong to us for these two weeks, sweetheart, so it’s time to get used to being our property. After all, do chairs get doors? Tables? Dogs, even?”
“There are doggie doors!” I protest. “You know, those cut-out things that are knee-high.”
Arthur chuckles, as if he expected this line of reasoning.
“Yeah, but those doors exist for the owner’s convenience. The dog’s convenience is merely an after-thought, and now, you exist forourconvenience. We say no doors, so that’s how it is, honey. Got you nervous?”
I’m definitely anxious at this point. My pupils are dilated and my heart’s racing at a hundred miles an hour. Not only that, but I can feel the faint flush of arousal on my cheeks and chest, and my thighs are already moist with anticipation. Oh god, this is so wrong, and yet I can’t deny that I’m intrigued. After all, no doors can mean only one thing: the men are pretty much free to come down and fuck me silly at any time, and I can’t wait.
Arthur reads my mind and growls then, his brown eyes gleaming.
“That’s right. Don’t be scared, baby girl, it’ll be fine.”
I stare at him.
“I hope so,” is my whisper. He nods with approval.
“Well, now that you’ve seen your new environs, I think we’re done here.”
“That’s it?” I manage to whisper.
He nods.
“For the moment, yes,” he says in a smooth voice. “But tonight’s your collaring, so we’ll see you upstairs in an hour. And Xenia, be sure to be nude for the ceremony, save for these puppies,” he says, pulling a pair of glittery knee-high boots out from behind his back. “Get clean, shave yourself, do whatever you need to get prepped, but we’ll expect you in an hour.”
Then, he sets the boots on the ground before disappearing upstairs with my bag still on his shoulder. For a moment, I’m stunned. Really? They’re taking my stuff? Not only is my cell in my duffel, but so is the new burner that I got, as well as all my lingerie, creams, lotions, and make-up. Oh well, I suppose I’ll have to use the supplies I saw in the bathroom, although they did look quite fancy, come to think of it. Thank goodness I don’t take medication on a regular basis because that would lead to an awkward conversation where I’d basically have to beg the club to make a special dispensation.
With that, I step into the large bathroom and automatically reach to close the door, but of course, my hand grasps only air. Goodness. This no-doors policy is going to be strange to get used to, but it’s also titillating to know that any of the men could come downstairs and look at me while I’m in the shower, or join me while I’m in the tub. They’ll also see me nude in my room, and perhaps they’ll have their way with me on the narrow twin bed, or bring me upstairs for a round of group-fucking. The thought makes me shiver with anticipation as I look at myself in the mirror. Large blue eyes look back, so huge that they almost swallow my face, and my lips look especially bee-stung and luscious. Even my breasts look bigger, although I know that it must be my imagination. After all, the men haven’t touched me yet, but I’m already dying to see what happens next.
But right, the collaring ceremony is starting soon, and I need to get ready. Quickly, I strip off my clothes and tie my hair up with a band before stepping into the stall for a scalding shower. I shave my pussy so that it’s as bald as a baby, and then reach around and shave my asshole too. There isn’t much hair back there, but I always like to make sure that I’m totally smooth, especially given what’s about to happen.
Then, I step out and dry off before applying lavender-scented lotion all over my skin. Oooh, the balm feels so luxurious and I smooth some into the valley between my breasts before reaching down and gently dabbing my thighs with the fragrance as well. The bikers are going to get a whiff of lavender when they taste my cunt, that’s for sure!
With a giggle, I step into the glittery silver boots Arthur left me and assess myself in the mirror. Goodness, I look sexy. I’m totally nude and my long black hair forms a graceful sweep over one shoulder. My blue eyes are large and luminous, and my breasts are positively enormous and yet perky, with rose-colored tips that are already stiff. My waist narrows into an elegant vee before flaring into wide hips, and of course, there’s the slit of my pink pussy between my thighs, glistening from my shower.
Giggling, I turn around and bend over before pulling my cheeks apart to look in the mirror once more. Oh yes. My back buttonhole is pink and tight, the pleats winking in the low lights. Clearly, I’m ready for whatever comes my way, and with another giggle, I straighten before tossing my mane over one shoulder with a swish. These guys better look out because Xenia Brown is ready to play.
Slowly, I ascend the steps to the first level, and to my surprise, the common room has been transformed. The sofas have been pushed to the sides of the room and they’re draped in black cloth. Candlelight flickers throughout the space, casting a soft glow, and I see that the five men have formed a half-circle as they wait for me. Even crazier, all five of them are naked, save for black hoods that cover their faces. Their broad chests gleam in the dim light, leading down to narrow hips and hard, erect cocks already slick with anticipation.
“Masters,” I breathe, stepping towards them. “It’s a pleasure.”
The tallest one seizes my gaze with glowing blue eyes.
“Don’t call us Master yet,” he commands in a deep tone. “You have yet to be initiated, Xenia.”
