The Dream List ch. 3

Chapter 3. Aaron’s mandate.

 

The silent treatment had been identical the second time around. rachel had been freed from the table and hooded again, then lead by the same woman along the same silent journey, to kneel no doubt on the same spot in the same room with the same instruction; “do nothing without explicit permission.” Funny how the same instructions are given different meanings the second time around. Not 20 minutes ago it was an exciting part of a fun sexy weekend. Now she’d been tied down and fucked by two complete strangers because she didn’t admit to a depraved enough fantasy. These guys were serious about her obedience.

rachel didn’t know how long she had been kneeling there in silence this time before she suddenly heard the woman’s voice again, repeating into her right ear exactly the same final phrase she’d earlier left her with. “you may be here for some time. Do nothing without explicit permission.” rachel was about to reply with “you told me that earlier”. when she heard the final word of the woman’s sentence: “helen”. she was not alone. In this room was another sub, no doubt in exactly the same position as rachel, and she was kneeling so close that rachel had thought the woman had been talking to her again, not to someone else. Again her mindset had to alter; maybe she wasn’t first into this room either. Maybe there are others here kneeling in silence who heard her being told to obey. The realization that she wasn’t alone, that she may be surrounded by others in the same position, had the unexpected effect of taking some of her identity from her. When she thought she was alone in a bedroom she was rachel, now she was just one of the subs.

Not long at all after helen’s arrival, the room began filling with quiet sounds. From beneath the hood rachel also sensed light. she heard footsteps, whispering, maybe a chair being dragged across carpet, the sound of glasses clinking together, and something happening directly behind her that she couldn’t place. Scraping, paper rustling, then the sound of a match being lit. The dull ache in her pussy and the sticky feeling of her forearms reminded her to concentrate on her posture and her silence, especially now that she was in the light for all to see. A random crackling sound behind her immediately told her where she was. A fireplace! The lounge! The match was lighting the fire. The Bishops’ lounge-room was huge, and on two levels. Most of the room’s floor was a couple of steps higher than the sunken zone around the fireplace. rachel now, finally, knew exactly where she was. she was kneeling in the lower section of the lounge with the fireplace behind her, facing the upper level. The next sound was unmistakable; the foggy voice of Aaron.

“your hoods are about to be removed. I’d advise you to keep your eyes closed initially or the light will hurt, so be gradual in letting it in. you may look around a little, but you are to remain in your current poses.”

rachel heard soft sounds of material being ruffled in front of her, and soon enough felt her own hood being taken off, slowly this time. Whoever removed it gave rachel’s hair a gentle stroke before moving to the next sub. That was more like <place w:st="on">Valhalla</place>. she slowly allowed the light in. The room was lit in a subtle, moody fashion that still allowed the fire’s glow to flicker on the far wall in front of rachel. she gently stretched her neck a little and looked around the room.

rachel was indeed kneeling in the lower level of the room, and could now feel the warmth from the fire against her back. The soft wool she felt herself kneeling on turned out to be a luxurious looking blanket, in the same pink as the rubbery yoke she was wearing. The blanket looked to be at least a double, maybe queen size, but it was folded many times into a square only about a metre long and wide. On rachel’s right were two other subs, and in front of her were two other rows of subs, all on their own folded pink blanket. Ten of them in all. Some she knew, some she didn’t. The presence of two of them surprised her greatly.

directly in front of her was megan’s signature blonde braid. her presence could only mean that she had managed to convince someone else that she was a more worthy participant this weekend, or that someone had chickened out at the door and a phone call had been made to the Southern Plains tavern. she was even more surprised at the identity of the woman next to megan: carol. Aaron’s own wife was typically the gracious hostess of the Friday evenings. Her and seedling usually had the job of impeccable caterers, and both seemed to revel in it. This time, carol was just another sub, not even in the front row.

Beyond the assembled subs were the two steps up to the upper level of the room, and on that level were two long leather couches accommodating six very comfortable looking people. rachel recognized five of them. On one couch were Kadir, Zoë and Aaron. Kadir was an Indian gentleman, reasonably successful and probably in his fifties like Aaron. A Dom from the old school, whose heritage combined with his sexuality to produce a man who truly worshipped women as long as they bowed to His every wish. Zoë was a friend of rachel’s. A reasonably butch lesbian Domme whose very feminine lesbian sub vanessa was in the front row of pink blankets. Aaron was looking pleased with Himself as always. This was clearly His home. The other Doms had all dressed for the occasion but Aaron looked like He’d just returned from a game of croquet. For a 51 year old accountant He certainly knew how to dress like a college boy. Everyone else was power dressing in shades of black and gray, but Aaron was classic Ivy League.

The second couch held the biggest surprise for rachel. Maureen was smiling straight back at her as if to say “surprise”! she knew that anger would be appropriate about now but she instantly felt relief at Maureen’s presence even though it certainly meant there would be some specific plans ahead for her. It still confused rachel that she never felt safer than when she was in the care of her sadistic housemate.

The other two on Maureen’s couch were less familiar. A woman she’d seen before and knew was a Mistress of some notoriety, but whose name eluded her for now, and a slim graying man she’d never seen before. The six of them just sat there for a minute or two, sipping champagne and generally chilling out. Finally Aaron rose to speak.

“Watching Me.” Ten submissive kneeling adults silently looked straight at the bald-headed college boy.

“I apologize for the delayed start. Some of you have been there for a while now, which is why you were told to lie down for a short time earlier, to take the pressure off having to kneel. The delay was caused by a couple of handwriting issues on two of your cards, and we had to get those two subs to fill out another card for us. Nothing more serous than that, but it had to be dealt with.”

rachel knew very well that Aaron was referring to what had happened to her, and probably to helen. In his usual discrete fashion Aaron chose to mention it in a way that only the victims would interpret. This was His way of telling rachel that her actions had delayed this for everyone.

“Welcome to our ninth weekend together. Some of you are here for the first time and a few of you I think have been to as many as seven of these events. As this is a long weekend, it is probably going to be even more memorable than the others. you have all read the letter you were given by carol at the front door, and you all wrote your impossible fantasy on a card. I will now tell you that you were filmed while you wrote on the card, so even though you didn’t add your name, we do know which fantasy belongs to whom, rest assured. Watching Me tim.” A male sub’s eyes stopped wandering immediately.

“There will be other things happening this weekend but the main focus is the fulfillment of as many of those fantasies as possible. The letter told you that you would see your fantasy fulfilled, and you will. What you weren’t told was that you’ll see it fulfilled by someone else.”

Ten faces tried not to react but that turned out to be an impossible fantasy. Aaron paused briefly before continuing.

“The someone else who will live out your fantasy is kneeling there with you right now, and of course the flip side of this is that you will be living out someone else’s impossible fantasy as well. The Doms, including Myself,  have filled out a similar card and their fantasies will be fulfilled exactly as they wish. Most of their fantasies involve the use of at least one sub, so some of you will end up experiencing more than one impossible fantasy over the next three days.”

Another short pause to allow the information to gel. Aaron didn’t want to have to explain this twice.

“My guests on the couch and I have collated the fantasies and we have already decided, in most cases, who will live out whose dream. As your fantasy is being lived out by another sub, you will be there to watch it, but until that moment you will not know who is about to fulfill the fantasy for you, nor will anyone else know that this is your fantasy being lived out. Wherever possible, all others will get to watch as well.”

As always, we expect complete submission from you this weekend, and that means complete submission to all of us. you all filled in the form a few weeks ago stating your hard limits, and no Dom here will even approach your limits this weekend. To do so would guarantee them expulsion from <place w:st="on">Valhalla</place>. Many of you are already owned, or at least attached, and in your case your Dom has produced His or Her limits for you in the company of other Doms. Again, any Dom who approaches, let alone crosses, the line drawn in the sand by your owner, will be expelled immediately.”

Aaron paused for a little longer this time, perhaps because this last information was being taken aboard and processed by the Doms as well. Maureen had often told rachel that submission was essentially a faster thing to do than Domination, since submission was about obeying and receiving and enduring, whereas Domination was almost totally proactive and involved planning, decisions, schedules, judgments, responsibility. rachel had first seen this argument as more than a little conceited on Maureen’s part, but the more she saw of Domination the more she agreed with that perspective.

“When you are told which fantasy you’ll be living out, you’ll have 10 minutes to decide whether you agree to submit to it or not. There is clearly no way any of us will ... you to live out another sub’s fantasy, but we do expect you to seriously consider it and we expect Valhalla subs to show the best of their submission on these weekends. With that in mind, there are consequences of refusing to submit to us. If other subs here are willing to let you see your fantasy fulfilled, but you’re not willing to return the favour, it is only fair that some privileges are withdrawn, and I personally see this particular situation as a very big favour to not return. Should you decide not to live out another sub’s fantasy, you will be excluded from <place w:st="on">Valhalla</place> for 6 months, beginning almost immediately. During that time you will not be allowed to contact any member of <place w:st="on">Valhalla</place> at any time. For those of you who live with a Dom who is a member, those Doms have already agreed that under those circumstances you’ll be moving out, and will be placed in alternative accommodation at Valhalla’s expense.”

“Understand that your reputation will be completely untarnished. Limits are limits and we all have things we simply must say no to. If you refuse to submit I assure you that you can walk out of here with your head held high, admired by us all for doing what you felt was right for you, and in 6 months you will be welcomed back with open arms. Just as you’ll respect the consequences, we’ll respect your choice. These consequences are in place in recognition of the gift you’ll be giving a fellow sub by submitting to their fantasy, and of our wish that as submissives you use these opportunities to extend yourselves under <place w:st="on">Valhalla</place>’s protection.

“As for the Doms’ fantasies, the same privileges apply. If you choose not to fulfill a Dom’s impossible fantasy you will be expelled from <place w:st="on">Valhalla</place> for 6 months, with the same details. If you also have a relationship with the Dom you’re serving, you’ll have that person to answer to as well. Eyes down.”

rachel’s eyes looked at megan’s feet in front of her, as new fears swept through her. Suddenly she had real doubts about her own ability to get through this weekend. What had these other subs written on their cards? What have the Doms already decided she’ll do for them? What did Maureen write? As the uncertainties flooded in, she heard a new voice. seedling was back.

“These events begin tomorrow morning at 9am. Tonight as always we unwind and leave the week behind us. Throughout this weekend the subs will only be allowed to sit or kneel on a pink blanket, and no blanket is to be touched or moved by a sub. Other than that the usual rules of obedience and courtesy apply as always. It is now 7:30pm and dinner awaits in the dining room. subs wait here until you are taken to your places. Sirs, Mistresses, if you’ll please follow me…” rachel realized how hungry she was at the mention of food, but as the hood was again smoothly lowered on by an unseen assistant, her stomach’s swarm of butterflies began protesting even that idea.