Jenna slipped on the sheer silk chemise. It brushed softly against her hips and was so light that it was nearly transparent. Still the bit of material would put a thin barrier between her skin and the corset she will be wearing. As she stared into the mirror while tying the bow, she frowned. This would not do.

Bracing herself, she removed the corset, then the chemise. Again, she placed the cold metal of the hand made corset around her body and began to tighten the laces. Better. This would be much better. Colder, yes, but only for a short time. Besides, she enjoyed the contrast of the cold metal to the heat of her body.

She applied her make-up and artfully arranged her hair. Finally, she gave the corset another tightening of the laces before stepping into her formal Edwardian-style gown made of soft, midnight blue velvet, then her four-inch heels.

Nodding at the reflection in the mirror, she slipped her key card into the hidden pocket of the gown and left the penthouse.

Of course, she noticed the appraising looks on the descending elevator, but she ignored them. These men were not worthy of her attention. Only Mr. Church was.

When the elevator reached the ground floor, Jenna swayed into the bar where Mr. Church awaited. He turned his head to stare into her soul, and she stumbled. Quicker than light, he was there, holding her elbow, one hand on her lower back. When he felt the metal, he smiled.

He leaned his head down and whispered, "Won't that be uncomfortable tonight?"

She looked directly into his eyes, her heels bringing her almost up to his height, and responded, "I imagine I will be. However, is this not what you requested?"

He cocked his head in agreement. "In that case, shall we go?"

She looped her arm through his and allowed him to lead her out to the waiting limo. Once seated, Jenna lifted her long hair and shifted so that her back was facing Mr. Church. He placed the cold stainless steel collar around her neck and locked it into place.

As soon as she heard the click of the lock, she began her affirmation:

"Until I use my exit phrase of 'this is over' I will remain your submissive.

I will obey your command, see to your needs, accept your discipline and pleasure in equal measure.

I will offer no complaint. I will give you my respect, my obedience, and commit myself to only you."

Mr. Church pressed her back against the seat, forcing her to awkwardly slide down so that her bottom was off the seat, and spread her legs wide. He had already lubricated his fingers and now pressed them into her anus. Jenna moaned with pleasure. Once he was satisfied, he removed his fingers and pressed the lubricated plug against her loosened hole. He pushed, slowly inserting the device.

"Until I hear your exit words, I will be your master. I will command you. Discipline you. Pleasure you. Use you.

I will give you no quarter unless by my will. You are mine to exhibit, play with, arouse, expose, love, and share as I please.

I will protect you from all harm, keep you safe, and respect your sacrifice."

Jenna heard the metallic click of another lock. Her eyes widened as Mr. Church pocketed a key.

"I will advise you not to sit flat on your bottom, Jenna. That small lock will be quite uncomfortable. You will need to stand, kneel, or lounge as you currently are. Of course, the lounging is made more difficult by that unforgiving corset, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mr. Church."

"But you don't mind, do you?"

"In no way do I mind, Mr. Church."

She smiled broadly as he stepped from the limo and offered his hand to assist her.

"In that case, my dear, it's time for your debut."

Jenna walked proudly on Mr. Church's arm into the dazzling interior of his private Club - The Church of Church. Here, people could safely indulge in various fetishes without risk of exposure. Clients had to be vetted and voted in by the congregation. They also had to undergo a Debut.

The rules were few, but firmly enforced:

All behavior is consensual.

No alcohol or drug usage.

The word of the Patrols is final.

If asked to leave, patrons will leave immediately and be barred from the premises.

All activities at the Church are completely confidential.

Jenna was new to the club, but not to Mr. Church. They had been acquainted with each other for years as friends, lovers, and sometimes M/s. Three weeks ago, Jenna had requested admittance and acceptance as a Church submissive. Since then, she had gone through rigorous testing of both her will and her endurance. She had been thoroughly vetted. Now, she would make her debut and the congregation would decide her fate.

Mr. Church led her up to the stage. Having been instructed in protocol, she remained standing two steps behind him, her chin level with the floor.

"My friends," he began, "let me introduce you to Jenna, the most recent of the Church acolytes. She has made it known to me that she wishes to become a submissive of the Church. Depending upon your decision tonight, you will be able to book appointments with her through the Church. Shall we begin?"

One woman and one man came onto the stage and unzipped Jenna's gown. It puddled on the floor at her feet. She accepted their hands as she stepped free of the dress. Never before had she been displayed in such a fashion. The audience gasped, then applauded politely as they took in her metal corset and strong, athletic body. Jenna fought her instincts to cover herself or at least look down. Instead, she kept her hands at her sides, her chin level, and her eyes wide open. The two apprentices gently took her by the arms and strapped her to the St. Andrew's Cross, her back away from the audience, her face outward.

"As per our tradition, all who would like are now encouraged to come onto the stage. You may choose your implement - a single-tailed whip, a flogger, a cane, or a violet wand. You will have sixty seconds each to do as you please."

Jenna remained silent as she watched no fewer than twenty people rise to their feet. She took a bracing breath and nodded to Mr. Church.

"Of course, once you have all had a turn, I shall initiate her to my own satisfaction."

A cheer rose as Jenna felt the first sting of a cane across her exposed bottom. She gasped in surprise, but otherwise remained silent. Minute after minute, her body was used to the congregation's satisfaction. She was grateful to the corset for absorbing most of the flicks from the whip and flogger. She silently cursed the corset when it was kissed by the violet wand. Tears fell unbidden from her eyes, yet she never wavered in her determination to endure. The tears, she realized, were because of her inability to come rather than any pain she felt. Eventually, her stamina was rewarded.

The apprentices unbound her and helped her walk to a cushioned table. Once again, she was strapped into place, this time on her well-marked back. She absorbed the discomfort, feeling her nipples harden and her nether regions swell and moisten with anticipation. Her legs were spread wide so that all could easily see her wares as well as the locked base of the plug.

"Congregants, Jenna has endured forty minutes of offering her body to those who wished to mark it without complaint. What say you?"

A roar of approval and applause greeted Jenna's ears.

"In that case, I shall continue with the initiation."

Mr. Church lowered his trousers. He plunged deeply inside of her. Jenna cried out as her body quaked with pleasure released. She grinned up at Mr. Church who smirked back at her. He continued to fuck her without mercy until he, too, found his pleasure. Contrary to custom, however, he released his seed deep within her.

The audience gasped and commented wonderingly.

"Yes, my friends, I have marked her as mine. She is an acolyte of this Church and will go through the training to Apprentice and finish in due time to become a Commodity. However, she is MINE. Until she decides otherwise, she belongs to ME. To utilize her services, you will ask for my permission. Yes?"

"YES!" the congregation responded.

"Now, she will remain here for a time. Feel free to view her assets."

Two hours later, the Apprentices released her. By then, the seed from Mr. Church had long since dribbled out of her. Her legs were cramping, and her ass, back and thighs were tender from the earlier attention. Nonetheless, she felt invigorated as she was once again clothed in her lovely gown.

Back in the limo, Jenna knelt on the floor, her mouth around Mr. Church's cock. She cradled his balls in her warm hands and attended to him, worshipping his flesh and proving her love and gratitude to him.

"You've done well tonight, Miss Jenna," he murmured to her, petting her head gently, "I'm quite proud of you. Look, here we are back at the hotel. Come now, let's have a nightcap in the bar before heading up to my room, where you can once again prove your commitment to me. Will that please you?"

Jenna sat back on her heels, smiled, and said, "It will be please me much, Mr. Church."

Jenna stood next to Mr. Church, his arm around her waist, and sipped her wine spritzer. She laughed and chatted with the bartender and other customers as did Mr. Church. Never once did she forget about the plug in her ass, the dried semen on her thighs, or the stings on her flesh from her debut at the Church. She'd loved every moment of it. When Mr. Church set down his beer, patted her ass gently, and asked if she were ready to head up, she eagerly agreed, no longer interested in her half-drunk wine.

As soon as the doors to the private penthouse elevator closed, Mr. Church said one word, "Strip."

Without hesitation, Jenna removed her dress and handed it to him, standing proud, wearing just her shoes and metal corset.

"Excellent. Now, turn and face the wall. Look into the mirror and notice your marks," he instructed. He ran a hand gently down her back, ass cheeks, and legs. She shivered with delight. "How do you feel?"

"I feel well used, Mr. Church." Knowing he preferred details, she continued. "My skin is tender and will likely bear the marks for several days. I'm grateful no one cut through the skin. I'm also grateful that I wasn't given special compassion just because I belong to you."

He kissed the back of her neck and ushered her into the Penthouse. "Is there anything that was missing?"

She hesitated. He frowned.

"Well, Mr. Church," she began quietly, "I wouldn't say missing, but I was surprised not much attention was given to my breasts. Surprised, not disappointed."

"Ah! I see. Well, that's because breasts and asses are reserved for the Mister or Mistress. I plan to take care of that right now. Come. Hands on your head."

Jenna smiled, her nipples hardening as she obeyed. Mr. Church immediately began sucking on one nipple which protruded from her metal corset, and pinching the other. Jenna trembled with delight. He then switched his attentions and Jenna heard a deep rumbling of amusement when she moaned and came.

He lifted his head and said, "My, my. Aren't you the sensitive one. You're going to love these."

He then placed clamps on each of her elongated nipples. He screwed the devices tightly, causing her knees to weaken from the combination of a bit of pain and much more pleasure.

"Now, go bend over the back of the couch."

Wobbly, she obeyed. Mr. Church undressed and then tapped the lock of her plug. "Time to remove this place holder, I believe."

He took his time. She heard the lock open ever so slowly; he began to remove the plug, easing it out millimeter by millimeter. Jenna again moaned as fresh moisture coated her labia. Once it was completely removed, Jenna felt a momentary pang of regret, somehow missing the uncomfortable device. Nonetheless, Mr. Church quickly replaced the plug with an insertion of lubrication.

Without preamble, he grabbed her hips and plunged his cock, balls deep, into her anus. Jenna screamed and left her quaking body as pleasure stole all conscious thought.

"That's it, my Jenna. You come all you want. You scream and holler and make all the noise you want. I demand your obedience. I demand your pleasure. I demand YOU," he ground out between thrusts.

He thrust deeply and stayed in place while he removed the laces from her corset, letting it fall onto the couch. She could now breathe unrestricted. He bent over her, his hands grasping her clamped breasts so tightly that his fingers would leave small bruises.

He shot his hot seed deep within her as her body, soul, and mind shattered into a glittering explosion of pure joy.

After, she couldn't remember how she ended up in the bed, her body cleaned, the clamps removed, lying in the security of his arms. She kissed his chest and looked up at him.

"Thank you, Mr. Church, for tonight. I'm so honored that you are including me in this part of your life," she clearly stated.

He kissed the top of her head and replied, "No, Jenna. You have it backwards. I am the one honored by you, and I am the one grateful that you've accepted this part of our lives. Oh, and I received a text earlier. The congregation has approved your entry into the Church of Church."

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