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. The rules were few, but firmly enforced.

1. All behavior is consensual.
2. No alcohol or drug usage.
3. The word of the Patrols is final.
4. If asked to leave, patrons will leave immediately and be barred from the premises.
5. 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. Now, she would make her debut.

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. Apprentices?”

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 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 taled whip, a flogger, a cane, or a violet want. 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 want. Tears fell unbidden from her eyes, yet she never wavered in her determination to endure. Eventually, her stamina was rewarded.

The apprentices unbound her and helped her walk to a cushioned table. Once again, she was strapped into place. Her legs were spread wide so that all could easily see her wares as well as the locked base of the plug.

Mr. Church lowered his trousers to the loud applause of the congregation. 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.

“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 such time as 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.”