The High Master

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Sophia stood in the hot laundry room, folding bedsheets, her eyes downcast and her mouth shut tight. The other girls folding with her were chatting and giggling, their eyes sparkling with laughter. But Sophia did not join in. She didn't have that privilege. The other girls were petite and beautiful. They were naturally submissive to the matrons. Sophia was tall for a girl, her skin darker and her eyes too harrowing to be classed as beautiful with the rest of the blue-eyed pale queens around her. She questioned her orders, never managed to keep her head down when it mattered. She was a sinful, ungrateful girl. As was she told by everyone who had the chance. So she worked twice as hard. She never broke the rules when she could help it. She tried her very best to repent to the Lords, praying as often as she could. It was even more important to be perfect this week. Tomorrow night the chosen would be ***********ed to live in the grace of a Greater. Those not chosen would never leave the compound. They would become matrons, whose only job was to tend to the compound and breed with the male lessers to create the next generation to serve the Greaters.

Sophia knew that she would end up a matron. There was no way even a Lord would choose her with her looks. And there was no way her file would be intriguing enough for the Greaters to even demand her at the choosing ceremony. But she wanted to give it her all on the off chance a minor Lord showed her pity and took her. She finished with her batch of laundry at the same time as the other girls, placing it on the shelf and heading toward the door with the others, smoothing their long white dresses. The lessers that hadn't yet reached the choosing wore white, whereas the matrons wore green. No one knew what the chosen wore. They weren't seen again.

They hurried across the courtyard to the dorms. The sun was already setting. Sophia quickly stripped off her gown as the other girls did the same and carefully folded it into the drawer under her cot, then presented at the foot of her bed, on her knees with her hands behind her head and her legs spread, allowing the incoming matron a perfect view of her perky tits and chastity belt. The other girls followed suit just as the dorm matron arrived. Sophia kept her eyes drilled to the floor as the matron slowly walked down the aisle, examining each girl. She stopped in front of Sophia, and she could feel the glare boring into her. The matron tutted in disapproval. Not at her positioning, but simply at her. The matron continued her inspection, finishing at the end of the room before strutting back up to the head of the room. "Sophia, Charlotte, Amelia, Anastasia, Lila, Vivian and Dahlia, go to the grooming Lord immediately. The rest of you must prepare yourselves for sleep."

"Yes matron," the girls said in unison, the seven she called hurrying to their feet and filing out the door in single file, lining up outside the door to the tunnels. Each girl placed their hands behind their backs and the matron bound them with cuffs before placing blindfolds over their eyes. Sophia heard the matron retreat back to the main dormitory as the tunnel door clicked open and somebody grabbed her arm and led her down the steps and through the tunnels. It felt like they had walked for at least a mile, but with the blindfolds, it was impossible to tell. They were finally led up another set of stairs and pushed down onto their knees, presenting themselves. The blindfolds were removed and Sophia blinked hard as the bright light blinded her but quickly remembered to look down at the floor. Vivian was brought up first, her chastity belt unlocked and removed followed by her wrist restraints as she was placed on a gynaecologists table where she was bound again, her legs spread wide.

"Watch," came the commanding voice of the Lord. The girls immediately complied, their eyes landing on Vivian and her exposed pussy. The Lord spread her lips and inspected her, his face inches from her snatch. He then used a gloved finger to spread wax across her stubbly vulva as she hadn't shaved since last night. He pressed a strip of paper to the wax and with one quick tug, ripped the wax and hairs away. Vivian screamed, the other girls flinching. The Lord smiled and opened a file on the table next to him, noting something in it about her reaction.

The lord next repeated the waxing process on her legs and ass, leaving her hairless before cleaning her pussy very thoroughly. He undid the straps holding her legs down and refastened the chastity belt before lifting her down and binding Escort (https://sariyer.t2bro.net/) her hands behind her again, forcing her to kneel next to the others, her face streaked with tears from the pain.

He next called up Charlotte, repeating the process, noting again in a different file when her scream was not as loud or long as Vivian's.

Next was Sophia and she almost resisted, but then she remembered who she was. "Submit, silent, servant." The mantra she lived by, the one taught to them since they were young children. The one that won them places in a Lord's house. She allowed herself to be bound to the table and when he placed the wax on her pussy she sucked in a deep breath, screwing her eyes shut. "Endure," she thought to herself over and over. No Lord wanted a lesser that couldn't handle pain.

When he ripped off the wax she gritted her teeth through the pain, her eyes watering but she did not cry out. The Lord looked up, impressed before writing the note in his notepad and continuing onto the rest of her. When he was finished, she was grateful for the release that the cold floor gave her. She tuned out as she stared ahead at the other girls enduring the same treatment, some crying out louder than Vivian and others only whimpering. Sophia just prayed to the Greaters. Thanked them for being in the presence of a Lord, even a minor one. Thanked them for the pain. She prayed to Him, the God, brought down to them by the High Master, for Him to be kind and allow her the grace of a Lord. When they were finally finished, blindfolded and led back to bed, the other girls in the dorm were already kneeling at the foot of their beds again to prepare for the final inspection.

The returning lessers were ushered into the bathrooms to wash their faces, brush their hair and teeth before hurrying back to their beds to present. The dorm matron returned, inspecting the line as she had previously. When she was satisfied, the girls lay on their beds, on their backs, hands folded over their stomachs and went to sleep.

The next morning the girls all awoke at dawn, quickly brushing their hair and teeth, washing their faces and knelt at the foot of their beds to present for morning inspection. Though, instead of the dorm matron arriving, heavy footsteps could be heard marching into the room. Sophia held her breath. She could tell it was a greater, lesser were not permitted to wear shoes.

"Vivian, Charlotte, Sophia, Anastasia, Lila, Dahlia and Amelia," he boomed at the lessers. That voice. Sophia knew that voice. It was the High Master. He never came to the compound, let alone the dorms. And he had called her name. Her heart swelled with fear and honour and she resisted the urge to place her forehead on the ground in worship. "You will follow me."

She was shaken to her core, almost forgetting to let out the breath she was holding. She stood on shaky feet, as did the other girls, keeping her eyes on the ground and placing her hands behind her back. The High Master turned and stalked out of the room, the girls scurrying after him. He led them out of their usual section of the compound into a place they had not seen before. A large fire pit in the centre surrounded by evenly spaced piles of chain and leather, 14 in total, forming a large circle. Around those were seats for Greaters, large wooden thrones circled the pit in two rings, 4 grander in the inner ring and 8 smaller in the outer ring. The largest of the four was obviously for the High Master, the other three for the other Masters and the eight for the Lords. Sophia somehow knew the chains were for her and the lessers, to be shown like prizes to the Greaters. The thought made her swell with pride.

"Tonight this is where you will be showcased to the Greaters. Only five of whom are looking for slaves. You have been ***********ed for this great honour of participating in the choosing. You will spend this day being prepared and at dusk, the trials begin." Trials? Sophia thought, no one had ever mentioned trials. They had always been told they would be ***********ed for the choosing based on their files detailing their subservience, and they would be chosen from there based on looks. Maybe she still had a chance. Maybe these trials would prove to her benefit. Maybe she could be chosen.

Seven matrons came forward from nowhere, each taking a girl's arm and leading them away from the fire and into separate rooms.

Sophia was permitted to look up at her matron, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes. She removed Sophia's gown, placing it in a chest and locking it, before Escort Bayan (https://sariyer.t2bro.net/) guiding Sophia into a bath that had been prepared for her. The luxury was unlike anything she had experienced before. The water was warm! Normally they showered in cold water, with only a bar of soap, but the matron pulled a sponge and scentless soap from a basket and began massaging it into her skin, scrubbing away any of the dirt on her.

Next, she dried her off and sat her in a seat in front of a mirror, running a brush through her hair. Sophia immediately cast her eyes downward. Lessers were not permitted to look in mirrors, it encouraged vanity. The matron tilted her head up. "Look at yourself girl, you may never get another chance," the woman said ominously, and Sophia obeyed hesitantly, gazing deeply into her own brown eyes that she had never truly seen before other than in puddles and glass reflections. They were almond-shaped, dark and rich. Sophia zoned out in contentment as she contemplated her reflection, the matron's expert fingers braiding her hair into a sort of crown, though leaving most of it down, which was a style she had never seen before. The matron saw her confusion and explained. "It is so the Greaters can pull your hair and control you.

Sophia nodded. The matron finished off the braid and stood Sophia up and she immediately assumed the standing presentation, hands behind head, tits out, legs shoulder-width apart. The matron nodded in approval and began running her hands all over Sophia's body, investigating it. Sophia did her best to stay very still. This was not her first inspection. They had been subjected to it since they were young to prepare them for it when they were older. When the matron was done, she hummed in approval before leading Sophia into a room off the one they were in. This had a table like the one they had been in last night, and Sophia's chastity belt was removed and she was guided into the chair again, the matron humming happily as she strapped her in, before placing a blindfold over her eyes and Sophia heard her leave. She lay there for the longest time, open and exposed, cold air brushing over her normally covered pussy lips.

Finally, she heard a door open and heavy footsteps entering, two sets of them. They came to a stop beside her and she stayed very still, her eyes closed behind her blindfold. She controlled her breathing, her fear. She wanted to be submissive. She wanted to be the best.

"Ah finally, I've been waiting for this one," said the first, she recognised him as the High Master. Did he just say he was waiting for her? Why? Why would he have to wait for anything, and why would he want to wait for her?

She felt thick callous fingers stroking gently down her thigh toward her exposed snatch. Her breath hitched. It felt wrong. They had always been forbidden to touch themselves at any time other than washing. She was certain that it was the High Master touching her, or at least another Lord, but it still felt wrong. It was a sin to touch yourself or have someone touch you. But if this was the High Master, surely it was right? He was the rule, he must have made it to prevent anyone from spoiling something meant for him. That was it. Her chastity was for him only. The belt protected it for him. This explanation didn't help alleviate her tension as his fingers slowly moved up her other leg until finally, his fingers rested just above her slit.

"Let's see if she is as much of a masochist as I hope," she heard the High Master say. "What was a masochist?" she thought." And why does he want me to be one?"

Suddenly she felt a sharp sting on her ass, yanking her from her thoughts. She hissed in pain, but in no time another slap landed on her other cheek. The pain hurt, but there was something weird happening. With the slaps came a strange tingling sensation her forbidden snatch. He continued to spank her, harder and faster, alternating cheeks. The pain hurt badly but that tingling sensation continued, growing more intense and almost pleasurable? No that couldn't be right. How could this feel good? She was obviously being punished for something, or perhaps being hurt for the High Masters' pleasure, but either way, it shouldn't give her pleasure. It was wrong, sinful, of her to enjoy this. But she couldn't help herself. Another blow landed on her ass, but this one was wider and hurt more. She assumed it must be from a strap rather than a hand. She heard a moan, and it took her far too long to realise that the moan came from her. She was horrified. Horrified and sinful. She Bayan Escort (https://sariyer.t2bro.net/) had to repent. She had to be punished. She didn't deserve to be in the collection after her sinful outburst and shame overwhelmed her.

That was until she heard what the High Master said. "A moan? What a good little slut. Even more of a masochist than I could have hoped."

She felt his fingers run from her rosebud up through her swollen and sensitive pussy and she could hear the squelch. She was so confused. Has she wet herself? Why was she wet?

"She's soaking Marcel," the High Master said, and Sophia heard the other man chuckle, presumably Marcus. She heard a slurping sound and realised that it was the High Master sucking his fingers clean of her juices. She was horrified and confused. She didn't know what was happening or why the High Master was doing these sinful things to her.

"So sweet, like honey," he said. "I want her done now, before the ceremony."

"Now? but what if she isn't chosen?" asked Marcus, confused.

"I have a feeling she will be," the High Master said with an evil grin that Sophia could feel even though she couldn't see it.

She heard one man leave, and then she felt her blindfold being removed and she blinked through the light. She could see a man she'd never met before, presumably Marcus, standing over her. She saw a ball gag held up to her mouth, and despite her panting, she allowed it to be shoved between her lips and tied behind her. She watched as Marcus pulled over a tray and pulled on a pair of latex gloves. He picked up a needle off of the table and walked right up to her, his fingers finding her already erect nipple and twisting and pulling it until he was sure it was as erect as it would get. She looked away in fear as he stabbed the needle through her nipple. It wasn't as painful as she was expecting, and she looked down to see Marcus pushing a ring through the freshly made hole. He dapped at it with ointment and almost immediately the pain lessened. he repeated this with the other nipple, so she was left with two open rings hanging from her erect nipples. They looked so pretty, she thought. But they were so wrong. Nipples were the most off-limits thing you could touch, and the High Master had just had Marcus stick rings through them. The vanity they brought, brought shame on her, returning to the horrifying state that needed punishment and repentance for her sins. But she wasn't getting that strapped to the table as Marcus came between her legs with a syringe, placing it just below her navel and pressing it in, making her whimper before he pressed in the plunger and immediately she felt like there was a fire raging in her stomach. She writhed as much as she could in her bonds. When the pain finally began to subside, Marcus released her from the table, returning her to her chastity belt and placing her on the floor. Sophia did her very best to assume the position. but she barely had the strength to keep her eyes open.

The matron was called in and she helped Sophia back into her original room, lying her on a small cot and washing her down with a damp cloth.

"I wish they'd tell me when they were going to do this, I would have prepared her afterwards," the matron muttered, but Sophia didn't hear, she was too busy praying to the Greaters for mercy and forgiveness, asking them for guidance through her shame and pain. She received no answer before falling into unconsciousness.

She was awoken by the matron saying: "It is time," and pulling her up from the cot, straightening her hair and removing her chastity belt. Sophia felt exposed without it, as though the sinful thoughts could now invade her. The matron pushed her out of the door and shut it behind her, leaving Sophia alone faced with the roaring party now in front of her. There was music being played in one corner, the Greaters were mingling and chatting and drinking, and 11 of the 14 chains were already filled with alternating male and female lessers. She felt someone take her arm and guide her forward and Sophia obliged, too overwhelmed to even notice who it was. When at the next set of chains, she knelt, presenting though with her hands face up on her knees, as instructed and leather straps were tied around her ankles and wrists. A black leather collar was buckled around her neck.

The partying guests did not pay her any attention, or so she thought. Little did she know that the High Master was watching her with sadistic eyes flashing with lust.

Soon all the chains had been filled and the chatter slowly died as the Greaters made their way to their seats. Sophia was gazing at the floor, as she should, but was painfully aware that the High Master was the man seated directly in front of her.