WVC Ch. 05: Application Ceremony

That night, I received another e-mail, this one originating from the Russian Department.

"Congratulations! You have passed your physical. And you are invited to submit yourself for formal application for membership into the White Vampyres Club. For your Application Ceremony this Friday, eat lightly and dress casually. Be at 734 Elm Street promptly at 7 PM. Starting Wednesday, you are to begin taking your blue diamond shaped pills, once in the morning and once at night so that by Friday, you will have taken a total of 6. Give yourself a very thorough enema just before the ceremony. And don't forget to bring your collar. Remember, you are not to discuss this with anyone.

Apprehensive, yet eager to see what Friday would bring, I was distracted in my classes. I couldn't seem to concentrate, and I was fortunate that I didn't have any major exams.

Thursday morning, I awoke with a raging erection that wouldn't wilt. Embarrassed walking around campus with a log in my pants, I kept at least one hand jammed into my pocket to try to hide it, but I don't think I was very successful. Students kept glancing at me, whispering to each other, so I avoided going out unless it was absolutely necessary for the rest of the week. By the time Friday night came, my cock felt like a cannon, primed and ready to explode.

I'd shaved twice and given myself a very awkward enema, and dressed in my loafers, loose slacks, a polo shirt and a jacket. Using both hands stuffed in my pants, I tried to hide the persistent tent in my pants as I hurried across campus. Another note was taped onto the door, nearly identical to the first one.

"The door is unlocked. Inside you will find a chair with a blindfold, a robe and a pair of sandals. Take off all your clothes, put on the robe and sandals, and fasten the collar loosely around your neck and the blindfold securely around your head."

The only difference was that I wore the leather collar from the beginning. After stripping and carefully folding my clothes, I wrapped the sandals around my ankles, the robe around my torso, and the collar around my neck before fastening the blindfold in place. Nervously, I waited a few minutes before I heard a car park in the gravel driveway, and then two doors open and close. The back door swung open and two sets of feminine hands took my arms and guided me down the hallway, outside and into the car, with my escorts climbing into the back seat with me. Once again, not a word was spoken as we drove out of town.

I presumed I was being driven to the same location since it seemed to take about the same amount of time, and all the sounds were familiar. As we drove, I was very conscious of the feminine thighs pressed against mine, and my cock began to thicken. By the time we arrived, I was nearly fully erect.

Clutching the robe tightly around me, I was escorted inside and into the small changing room, my jutting cock bobbing energetically beneath the thin robe. They left me alone for a few minutes and my hard-on started to subside. As the door opened, I caught a whiff of the spicy perfume as she entered.

"Good evening, Bill. Open your robe, and show me your penis."

Swallowing, I obeyed and unbelted the cotton robe, holding it wide. Thick and heavy, my cock projected out away from between my thighs, but still pointing down toward the floor. In the silence that followed, my cock rose, jerking and twitching under her gaze, swelling and growing longer, stretching out toward her. I could hear her breathing. And as she stepped closer, I could feel the heat from her body.

"Your penis seems to be excited about tonight's ceremony. That's good, yes, it's very good that you're eager and becoming erect. But you do understand that you will not ejaculate tonight, right?"

I nodded, finding it difficult to speak.

"Answer me when I ask you a question.'

"Yes Ma'am, uh - or should I call you 'Mistress'?"

There might have been a smile in her response. I couldn't tell.

"Either is fine. During the ceremony, the Club members will examine you, you and your body. They will touch and caress you. Like this."

When she slid her fingertips across my chest, I was prepared, holding my breath as she explored my torso, cupping my pecs, tweaking my nipples, running her fingers down my abdominals. I could feel my now fully erect cock bobbing up and down. Gliding lower, she ran her fingertips just above my raging erection, caressing the smooth skin.

"It's so much nicer without any hair."

Stroking my lower abdomen, at the very base of my protruding cockshaft, she continued.

"Tonight, the sisters will squeeze and fondle this penis of yours, just like this."

As she circled the base of my straining stalk, I caught my breath. Gripping me firmly, she squeezed once, and then twice. It felt just as wonderful as the first time. Then, she began to slide her fist up and down the length of my swollen pole, slowly increasing the pressure with each stroke.

"It feels good, doesn't it?"

I swallowed before I answered.

"Yes, Ma'am."

She paused to wrap her other hand around my bloated log before resuming her steady pumping of my rigid cock.

"But no matter what they do to you and your penis, or however urgent you might feel, you are not to ejaculate. Do you understand, Bill?"

I swallowed again, feeling a tingling in my balls as I replied. Her double fisted jacking of my hard-on was getting me close.

"Yes Ma'am, uh - Mistress. I understand. No matter what."

She gave my stiff pole one last pump with both fists before letting go. As it jutted out from between my thighs, I could feel my stiff cock tremble from her abrupt release.

"Excellent. Now, close your robe and tighten the belt."

After I followed her instructions, she gently took my shoulder and guided me out of the room and down the hallway, my swollen cock wobbling beneath the thin cotton. Entering what seemed to be the much larger room, she led me up some the steps and onto a raised platform, my boisterous hard-on bouncing off my thighs with each step. Leaving me to face the unseen audience, she let go of my shoulder and addressed the assembly.

"Sisters, Dr. Sam has examined tonight's applicant, and Bill has passed his physical with flying colors. Tonight, he is making his formal submission for membership into the White Vampyres Club, and will offer his body for each one of you to examine."

An excited murmur passed through the assembled Club members.

"Bill, take off your robe and present your body."

With only the slightest hesitation, I unbelted the robe and let it fall to the platform. As I clasped my hands on top of my head and slid my sandaled feet apart, I could feel my erect cock throbbing proudly before me, jerking and twitching under the warmth of the lights. After several moments of silence, Mistress came forward, sliding something across the wooden floor.

"Now turn around and offer your back to Club. Lean on this bar as necessary."

Again, I followed her instructions, allowing her to take my hands and steer them onto a metal bar parallel to the platform. Cool to my touch, it felt like aluminum.

"Spread your feet apart."

Leaning lightly against the bar, I obeyed, shuffling them until they were wider than my shoulders. Two pairs of hands fastened what felt like soft leather restraints around my ankles, keeping my legs spread well apart. I could feel the heat from Mistress' body as she came to stand next to me.

"Come, Sisters. Come up onto the stage and examine this applicant's male body."

I could hear the click, click, click of high heels as they approached the stage, the first one mounting the steps to stand behind me. Holding my breath, I waited. As she ran her soft fingertips over my shoulders, I shivered, feeling her delicate touch as she slid both hands lightly down my back, grazing my skin until she reached my bare ass. Cupping my buttocks, she just held them in her palms.

Standing beside me, Mistress Shannon leaned closer to whisper in my ear, her distinctive perfume filling my nostrils.

"Bend over, Bill. Relax and let her explore you."

Taking a deep breath, I leaned against the metal bar and shoved my hips backwards, forcing my ass deeper into her grip. Imperceptibly at first, she began to squeeze, gradually increasing the pressure until she was massaging me quite vigorously. Releasing my right cheek, she let her fingers trail into the valley between while using her other hand to hold them apart. I held my breath as she teased me, her fingertips tickling my skin, gliding over my crinkled hole. Stopping to gingerly tap the crevice, once, twice, three times, she moved lower, slipping her hand between my spread thighs until she brushed the underside of my hanging balls.

She was gentle as she fondled my balls, almost like she was petting a kitten, resting her other hand casually on my upturned ass cheek. When she released me and pulled away, I was surprised. I thought she was going to do more. Her heels clicked on the wooden platform as she walked a few steps behind me. Mistress leaned close.

"Very good, Bill. Hold your position for the next sister."

Remaining in that servile position, I sensed someone take the first girl's place. This one was bolder, immediately reaching between my thighs to grab my balls. I caught my breath as she gathered the loose skin, right under my stiff cock. I wasn't sure what she intended to do. Squeezing gently, she pulled my balls down into the bottom of my sac, tugging on them like she was milking a cow.

"Go easy on him."

I think the girl was disappointed.

"All right."

Still gripping my ball sac with one hand, she spanked my bare ass cheek with the other. I yelped in surprise and involuntarily jerked away. That brought another smack, this one sharper than the first.

"Be still, Bill. Let her play with you."

"Yes Ma'am."

I barely had enough time to answer before the girl swatted me again. They weren't really painful. They stung but I had been more surprised than anything else. As she continued to tug on my balls, she delivered another half a dozen spanks before releasing me altogether. Before I could catch my breath, another girl replaced her, running both hands over my upraised buttocks.

Number three didn't do much more than that, lightly sliding her hands all over my backside, caressing my skin as she paid particular attention to the inside of my upper thighs. Although she didn't fondle them as openly as the previous girl, she did briefly cup my balls in the palm of one delicate hand, lifting gently, almost like she was weighing them. And then she was gone, immediately followed by another.

This girl whacked my ass, first one exposed cheek and then the other, alternating back and forth. Startled at first, I realized that although it sounded loud as each blow echoed off the walls, she really wasn't hitting me that hard. After a dozen blows, she stopped. I could hear her panting heavily as she stood behind me. When she slid both hands onto my outthrust butt, I jumped, unprepared for her abrupt change in tactics.

Languidly, she caressed me, letting her hands explore my rounded muscles. I could feel the heat from the spanking rising from my skin, thoroughly heating her already warmed hands. I relaxed under the steady massage, enjoying her meticulous care and expert ability as she covered every inch of my bare butt, kneading me like so much bread dough. With a single love tap, she left me wanting more.

The next girl obliged, picking up the massage where the previous one left off, although more vigorously. Pulling my buttocks wide apart and then mashing them tightly together, I just kept breathing and allowed her free reign with my ass. As she held them wide apart, stretching them as far as they would go, I felt her warm breath wash over my puckered hole. Not certain what she was going to do, I held my breath and waited.

A puff of air exploded against my sphincter, and I jumped.

"Just relax, Bill. Let her play with you."

Nodding my assent, I exhaled just as another forceful gust hit me. The girl's thumbs edged deeper into my valley, pulling my buttocks even farther apart before she blew another puff into my ass. I anticipated that she'd do more, but again I was wrong. After another five or six gusts, she released her firm grip on my ass and backed away.

"Straighten up, Bill."

Standing close beside me, Mistress Shannon whispered the instruction to me, sliding one hand across my abdomen as I followed her command. Taking advantage of the break, I stretched my back and extended my arms overhead. When she dropped her fingers lower and curled them around the base of my cockshaft, I froze.

"You're more than half way through this part the ceremony."

Squeezing my pole, she slowly posted up and down. While I was bent over the metal bar letting the Club members explore my ass, my erection had gone soft. A few rhythmic pumps from her fist and my cock rapidly grew hard again. With her fist still gripping my re-energized pole, she whispered.

"We want to keep you fully erect for the evening. Bend over again, and offer your ass to the next sister."

I felt the blush spread across my face as I slid my hands onto the metal bar and pushed my bare ass back toward the front of the stage, waiting for the next pair of hands. Casually, Mistress rested one hand on the middle of my back as she reached underneath me to keep her firm grasp on my bloated stalk.

Using her fingernails, the newcomer raked the backs of my open thighs, up and down, in and out, edging closer to my hanging balls with each pass of her hands. Scraping my inner thighs, she slowed as the backs of her hands trapped my balls between them. After lightly bouncing them several times, she turned her hands over and cradled my balls in her palms, weighing them.

Squeezing my balls gently with one hand, she let the other trail between my parted ass cheeks, her fingertips teasing me, circling around my puckered hole in ever decreasing orbit. Taking a deep breath, I relaxed under her gentle caresses, expecting her to carefully work her forefinger inside. So when she lightly smacked my unsuspecting crevice, I jumped.

"Be still."

Mistress Shannon tightened her grip around my cockshaft, forcing me to maintain my vulnerable position.

"Yes Ma'am."

With my balls in her grasp, I wasn't about to go anywhere. The taps grew stronger and even though she was only using one finger, they stung. I winced at every blow, holding my breath in anticipation of each one. And then, she stopped. I waited, but she gave my balls one last squeeze and released them.

As I exhaled, I heard the next girl come up behind me. Without any warning, she plunged her finger into my ass. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, but I didn't pull away, keeping my hips steady and letting her turn and twist her finger inside of me, working it deep into my rectum. Mistress Shannon kept pumping my cock, giving me another set of stimuli to occupy my senses. I started to match their rhythm, shoving my cock farther into her grip and then pushing back against the invading finger. When I began to pant, the Mistress abruptly released my straining cock.

"That's enough. Time to let the next sister play."

The girl hesitated, and then jerked her finger out of my ass. Immediately, the next girl stepped up and began to spank my butt, lightly at first, and then with increasing intensity, alternating back and forth between my upturned cheeks. She was setting a pretty steady pace when I felt Mistress Shannon reach underneath my torso and start to fondle my cockhead, feathery touches using just her fingertips to keep me on edge.

I was surprised when I felt another hand cradle my balls as they hung between my parted thighs. A second girl must be behind me as well, perhaps kneeling between my widely spread legs. Coordinating her efforts with the spanker, she started to finger my sphincter, tickling the crinkled hole, pressing against me in time with the relentless smacks.

And then, she was inside, this time the single digit popping easily into my ass. Unlike the earlier girl, she didn't try to reach deep. Instead, she rotated her finger back and forth, back and forth, carefully stretching my reluctant opening in rhythm with the relentless swats.

When she slipped in a second finger, I gasped, trying to find my breath. Mistress Shannon circled my thick log, gripping it firmly as she whispered.

"That's it, Bill. Keep breathing. Just relax and let her open you up."

Wiggling her fingers gently, the second girl kept working to spread my sphincter wider as the first one picked up the pace of her bare handed spanks. I started to pant as the Mistress resumed her strokes up and down my swollen hard-on. I thought she might have changed her mind as I started to thrust my hips back and forth, trying to achieve enough friction to cum. She chuckled in my ear.

"Oh no. Not tonight Bill."

With that, she clamped down on my engorged cockhead, squeezing it between her fingers as she patted me on the back.

'That's enough girls. It's time for the next phase."

Immediately, they both stopped, although the one with her fingers in my ass did give me one last twist before she pulled her fingers out. Mistress Shannon helped me stand, keeping her tight grip around my throbbing bulb as hands released my ankles from their restraints. Sliding her hand down the shaft of my rigid pole, she took a firm hold around the base and turned me around. Behind the blindfold, I got a sense that the entire chapter was on stage with us as I shuffled my feet. There was movement in front of us as the Mistress gently led me forward, pulling me by my cock.

"Spread your feet apart, Bill."

As hands fastened another set of soft restraints around my ankles, Mistress Shannon began stroking again, slowly, deliberately, running her fist up and down the full length of my swollen log.

"Arms up."

As she continued pumping my now fully erect cock, I obeyed, raising my hands in the air. They must have been waiting for me on ladders, since as soon as I followed the Mistress' directions, my wrists were quickly incased in the same soft leather as my ankles and my arms pulled high overhead and far apart. Once I was securely fastened in the spread eagle position, she gave my cock a final squeeze and released me.

Standing there in the silence, with my raging hard-on jutting out in front of me, I knew that the Club members were all watching it jerk and quiver. I blushed furiously, but there was nothing I could do but stand there, throbbing.

"Sisters, the time has come to explore the front of this male applicant's body."

I heard the click, click, click of the heels against the wooden platform as the first sister approached. I held my breath, waiting, my stiff cock projecting out from between my thighs, eager for attention. As she slid her fingertips lightly over the rounded knob, I sighed. She let her soft fingers caress the taut skin, tracing the curved surface, tickling the raised ridge that crowned the bulb.

As she tenderly explored my engorged cockhead with one hand, she reached between my widely parted thighs to cup my balls with her other. Lifting them in her palm, she weighed them, bouncing them lightly before rolling them back and forth. She played with them for a few moments, still fingering my bloated knob. And then she was gone, leaving my stiff cock to wave forlornly before me.

Apparently, they were following the same format as before. Maybe they were under some kind of time limit. I didn't have much of a chance to wonder as the click, click, click of heels on wood let me know the next Club member drew closer.

She too paused in front of me for a moment, and I waited, anticipating another soft set of fingers on my stiff cock. So when she took my right nipple between her thumb and forefinger, I caught my breath. And when she pinched me, I gasped. Not only was it unexpected, it hurt. She pinched hard. I started to writhe in her grasp when I felt Mistress Shannon beside me.