See what happens and adjust from there? I can get a room ready in the Academy."

Grace nodded. "So be it. Tomorrow. Now. Daniel, Amy, Jasmine? I need to get fucked. Let's go find a bed...

Grace stormed off. Daniel shrugged at Amy and walked with her after Jasmine, who was already running after Grace.

*

It was two days later when Bitty felt Amber was ready. She had spent time with Daniel as well, explaining the needs of a dominatrix and how he could help her by pretending to be submissive. Daniel had his doubts but agreed. Bitty's male gnome friend worked with Amber for a time and left satisfied she had the gist of it.

Daniel insisted the circle be present. They all had to take part, even if just as observers. Brian said Syn bade him be present and Jason just tagged along.

The room was empty except for a large wooden device propped up against the far wall. It was simply two large beams crossed at the centre, forming an "X". Padded manacles hung from the ends. The whole thing was tilted back, and it was to this device that a naked Daniel was attached.

Chairs were provided for the others. Bitty was off with Amber and would bring her to the room soon.

Daniel looked around the room. It was slightly chill, and goosebumps rose on his flesh. He shivered. He wasn't frightened, but he was leery. He felt he trusted Amber, but he wasn't sure. He remembered her leaving him to die on the Academy grounds, more concerned with Amy, who only had a broken nose. He wasn't sure he could allow her to do anything to him. But here he was. For the sake of the circle, he would do this.

With Bitty's guidance, he understood this a little better. Some people need to control others around them. And for some, it becomes a sexual thing. Why Amber hated men and wanted to dominate them eluded them all, and Amber wasn't speaking. Bitty said she probably didn't know why she was the way she was.

He had his safe word. Bitty said it had to have meaning and not be anything he could say by accident. He chose "SAFE WORD" and said that was going to be it. End of discussion. Bitty nodded but looked disappointed.

He heard the door to the room open and looked up to see Amber strut into the room, Bitty close behind. But all eyes were held to Amber.

She was dressed in black shiny leathers that clung to her like a second skin. The front was cut into a wide swath that held up and pushed out her massive breasts for all to see, short of her nipples.

The sleeves went down to her wrists. The hem went down to just below the cheeks of her ass and lifted them and accented them. Long leather boots rose from four-inch heels, with intricate lacework, to cover her knees and stopped mid-thigh.

For the first time since he ever laid eyes on her, Amber wore makeup.

Her eyes were shadowed with black mascara that made her eyes shine.

She held a rider's crop in one hand and flexed it with the other.

Her lips were painted black, and they shone as well as if wet with desire.

She strutted into the room, full of confidence, and then glanced at the others seated in front of Daniel and faltered for a moment.

Bitty spoke to her quickly, and she shook her head and turned her eyes to Daniel. Bitty said something else, and Amber's eyes narrowed.

She moved directly in front of him and stood there, her hips cocked out to the right, and her hand perched there.

"What do we have here?" she said, as she lazily swung the rider's crop.

Daniel opened his mouth to speak, but quick as a snake, Amber's rider's crop slashed the air with a hum and struck the support structure he lay on near his left hand.

“Silence! Do not speak unless you are told to speak. Do you understand?"