DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME I

Chapter # 1

by Lewis Chappelle

(A few of the characters introduced here will be

developed in more detail in later chapters.)

Patti Day did not have drop dead gorgeous good looks, but there definitely was a worthy second glance quality etched into her facial features and butter like complexion. When she was on stage, her auburn hair and creamy color was obvious through the klieg lights and makeup. Even so, the first thing folks noticed about her, even by women, were her legs. Her ankles and calves were long, strong and well defined. The curve and power of her upper thighs were instantly provocative. And, in high heels her legs evoked even more exciting sexual images.

Susan Knight, by contrast, had soft, curly, dark hair. She was beautiful; the kind of beauty usually found on the runways of Paris and international beauty pageants. Her perfect, golden-brown, skin flowed gracefully over her tall, delicately muscled, body. Her shoulders were broad and her core was narrow and rock hard which only emphasized her full, upturned tits. The way she carried her body and her fluid elegance were fascinating to watch even when she was not dancing.

The girls became a good team shortly after they were introduced. Now they were the featured dancers at “Roget’s Musical Review.” They complimented each other through their complex and sensuous choreography, dancing various productions in six different sets, four nights a week.

“Roget” was actually a derivative of the given name of Roger L. Clairet, the youthful owner of the well maintained building with French style furnishings in the entertainment district of midtown Manhattan. The building itself had been purchased as an investment with the inheritance provided several years earlier to his lovely wife, Laurel.

Roger Clairet was college educated and had an uncanny instinct about business and about people. He was in deeply committed to, and in love with his wife, Laurel. They both exuded boundless sexual energy.

It was by accident, years earlier, when Roger first met Patti Day at the Pittsburgh Airport ticket desk when they were both returning to New York. At the time, Patti seemed generally upset and confused by the bustle at the counter. Roger offered to straighten things out with the airline for her.

Patti was still experiencing the emotional turmoil which follows many a broken romance. She was psychologically bruised, vulnerable and extremely cautions about starting new relationships.

As Patti sat next to Roger in the plane, she explained that she was coming to New York to find work as a dancer. Since she had very little money she would be living at the YWCA. She was not aware of his business and was surprised when he offered her is business card and invited her to come to see him for an audition. At the audition, Patti impressed Roger as a very competent dancer and she started in the chorus along with Susan Knight.

Roger introduced Pattie to his wife and together they tried to provide a stabilizing family environment for her during her early months in the city. In fact, they invited Patti to stay with them in their large, well appointed, apartment over the night club until she could afford the deposit and two months rent on a place of her own.

As Patti moved about their apartment at night she could hear the soft whispers of the Claret’s love making and see the contentment on their faces in the morning. She recognized the tenderness between them especially after a passionate night together.

On one occasion, when Patti was cleaning up the apartment while Laurel was shopping, she saw a black leather blindfold and several magazines on bondage and discipline lying casually on Laurel’s dresser. She looked at the pictures in the magazines which depicted women in tight fitting, erotic leather and vinyl, garments. She saw pictures of women in chains, being whipped or spanked. These pictures burned in her memory. As time went on, these pictures and stories of female surrender, punishment, and erotic training took on a very special meaning to Patti.

Patti also noticed, on another occasion, and quite by accident, a pair of padded handcuffs lying on the floor beside the Claret bed. These modest and unintentional revelations of the Claret’s sexual predilections awakened an unfocused emotion within her.

As the days and weeks passed, Patti could feel tension building within her; an new awareness of her sexuality. For quite some time she fought the urge to talk with Laurel about her sexual feelings and about the way she had been aroused by Roger’s powerful presence. She visited an adult book store and bought magazines like the ones she had discovered in Laurel’s bedroom. She also bought a set of tit clips which she found to be very much to her liking; the tingle in her nipples turned her on and made her cunt moist and eager for penetration.

Patti got off by spreading her legs in front of the long mirror in the room she had been given. She got pleasure just being alone and posing nude. She knew she had a nice body and it particularly excited her to expose her pink inner cunt lips and clit before grinding her mini vibrator on her clit to achieve a standing, and almost silent, climax.

She joined a spa and aerobics class and immersed herself in her dance classes and rehearsals at the club; anything to keep her mind off of Laurel, Roger, and the less than muted sex they seemed to have each night. She was playing a loosing game and her inner tensions only grew stronger. She know, deep down, that she would have to find just the right time to share her most intimate thoughts with either her dance partner Susan or her best friend, Laurel.

The timing seemed perfect one morning when she found Laurel sitting contentedly reading the paper at the breakfast table, after Roger had left the apartment. She poured herself a cup of coffee and began talking fast and abruptly.

“Good morning Laurel, have you ever thought that Roger might be unfaithful to you?”

“Why Patti, that’s a very brash and unusual question coming from you. But, to be candid, I certainly have given thought to that possibility,” Laurel answered as if she might have been expecting the question. “It would be hard for any woman not to at least have given that thought some passing consideration especially since, in my case, Roger is surrounded all day by young, beautiful, women like you. But, no, I believe Roger has always been faithful to me. And, I love him and am devoted to him for his convincing faithfulness. I truly trust him. Why do you ask?”

In answer, Patti began to ramble about her past lover in Pittsburgh, of her hurt when she found he had been unfaithful to her, and how she had decided to leave him when she found out that he actually expected her to accept his infidelity. She went on to confide in Laurel, that she had always been easily aroused by men who had an authoritarian air, and who exhibited a rough and ready manner.

She found Laurel willing to hear her disjointed self analysis and the description of her surging sexual energy. Laurel helped clarify her emotions and feelings and made it easy for her to find the right words to express her submissive side. Laurel, guided her to understand, more fully, her desire to be dominated by someone who was special to her; someone who would support her efforts to reach the potential of her sexuality and with whom she could feel safe.

Laurel had an intuition that Patti was leading up to something very significant. And, for her part, Patti felt she would explode if she didn’t just say what was really on her mind. Laurel was allowing Patti to be completely honest and finally Patti came to her not-so-subtle point.

Patti leaned forward across the table and nervously asked Laurel, “Would you please help me find a man, like Roger, who I can trust to dominate me? I’ve learned to trust Roger himself and I feel that a person like him could really help me be the girl I want and need to be.”

While Laurel was letting Patti’s exact words and their implied meaning sink in, Patti added; “And, while I don’t want a women lover, I would be grateful, Laurel, for your continued advice and friendship. I find it easy to talk to you about my sexual feelings and desires, without getting too embarrassed.”

Not waiting for an answer, Patti went on to explain that she wanted Laurel and Roger to help her be a fully compliant women. She was flush with excitement after finally letting her pent up fantasy explode into the real world. She liked the way her words had sounded in her ears and rather than being embarrassed self conscious, she was actually tingling with expectation.

Laurel was caught up by the images which Patti’s suggestion instantly brought to her mind. She knew she and Roger themselves could guide Patti toward her vision of powerful sexual expression. And she reflected fondly about the satisfaction she herself had found in the scenarios she and Roger had acted out almost each night.

Laurel knew Patti had deeper submissive, and perhaps even masochistic, urges than she did and would no doubt be highly energized by pain and sexual humiliation. But, she wasn’t making value judgments. She had to wait for Roger and let this novel and unexpected course of events play out for him.

“I’ll have to talk all of this over with Roger,” Laurel said. “I hope you won’t mind if I’m pretty detailed and descriptive with him regarding what you’ve asked me. He’ll need to be in on all of this if he’s going to be helpful. I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Let’s have coffee together again tomorrow morning.”

The next morning, Laurel was waiting for Patti and Patti was as nervous as a cat when she came into the kitchen.

“Well, sweetness, I’ve talked to Roger,” Laurel began. “Have a seat and I’ll tell you what we’ve concluded regarding your question of yesterday. To be direct, we do not know of any one who fits your requirements better than Roger himself. What do you think of that?”

“Oh, Laurel, that is more than I could imagine. It’s so utterly cool. Are you sure it’ll be ok,” she asked.

“Just so you know, Roger would look forward to controlling you if you are willing to be his sex slave. Now, as for me, this sounds really kinky knowing that Roger would be your master and have control of what you do and don’t do. It’s not out of the realm of acceptability for me but, I’d insist that he never penetrate your cunt with his cock; that cock is for my cunt and mine alone. And, I’d insist on monthly medical reports certifying that you are still one hundred percent healthy. There might be more rules as time goes on, but these are the basics.

“We both want you to have a satisfying life and can envision you married and faithful to a devoted, but definitely dominant, husband. We can also imagine that you would be a good mother of adoring children. But to know yourself better and find self fulfillment as a woman, you need to know the depths of your need for domination and submission. We can help with that.

“To move to the next step with us you need to think about all of this in the cold hard light of reality. We would need you to write a document acknowledging your full submission to Roger giving him specific permission to treat you as his slave for up to two years. It would have to be specific regarding you giving him permission to train you as a slave, to punish you as a slave, and to humiliate you as a slave. It would have to give him specific authority to act as your Master and acknowledge that you are willing and able to be his submissive and obedient slave.

“This document would have to be notarized by a respected notary. Take your time and think this proposal over carefully. Get back to me as soon as you come to a conclusion. Fair enough?”

“Yes, Laurel, that all sounds very fair. I’m aroused just thinking about it. I may need to change my underpants before I leave for rehearsal, if you get my drift,” Patti said with a grin.

End of Chapter # 1 of the 8 Chapters Comprising Volume I

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME I

Chapter # 2

by Lewis Chappelle

Patti had not yet given any indication to Susan, her dance partner, about her relationship with Roger and Laurel. And, Patti didn’t quite know when she would get around to telling her. In the meantime, they just danced their feet off and had a good time doing it. Their admirers at the club were growing and it wouldn’t be too long before they would be promoted to ‘star’ status there.

Laurel had told Patti that if, and when, she did deliver the ‘Agreement of Personal Service’ Laurel herself would start training her at once in expected slave protocol, etiquette, and modes of conduct. Patti would be expected to move into an apartment of her own and be ready to accept the rules of her servitude which would be outlined by Roger in the days ahead.

Patti was delighted with everything she heard and her mind raced with anticipation. Her agreement personal service was signed, notarized, and delivered two days later. It met all the requirements of Patti’s new master perfectly.

Laurel’s ‘protocol training’ was fairly basic. Patti was to refer to herself as ‘slave patti’ or ‘sex slave patti. Roger was to be referred to as ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’ and Laurel as ‘Mistress’ or ‘Ma’am’. All body parts were to be referred to in the most base level terms and she was to remain virtually silent unless she asked for permission to speak or was told to speak. If she was to speak at all, she was to find the most economical way of conversing. She was expected to take punishment stoically and never to ask for mercy. Her eyes were never to meet Roger’s and Laurel’s gaze unless given permission to do so.

Additionally, she was never to sit down without permission. When standing her hips were to be in the ‘pelvic tuck’ position with her ass tight and rearward. Her shoulders were to be pulled back, military style, to give suitable emphasis to her high, full, tits. If allowed to sit, her legs were never to be crossed. If forced to kneel, her knees were to be far apart with the toes of each foot touching each other unless otherwise ordered.

She was to rely on her master of mistress to control her orgasms. Under no circumstances was she to play with herself or masturbate to climax with out permission from Roger or Laurel. If she wanted to climax she would have to ask for it. If ordered to stop clitoral stimulation she would be expected to immediately cease the arousing activity on command and come to an ‘attention’ position.

To guard against disease, she was never to have any cock, tongue, or man made article in her mouth, ass, or cunt without permission. She was expected to keep her ass and cunt moist at all times. Her nipples were to be toughened to withstand whatever abuse or stimulation was prescribed by her master or mistress. Rehearsals were carried out to assure perfect compliance.

She was to endure whatever humiliation, public or private, her master desired no matter how difficult they might be. She was to be shaved cleanly from neck to toe. Decisions on her attire were not for her to make. Nudity or bizarre costumes were hers to endure.

It was expected that she would service her master or mistress sexually on command. Laurel drilled her on the finer points of her new life and Patti was aroused at every turn.

Laurel told Patti to purchase several whips for herself since it would be fitting that she should select, buy, and learn to love the feel of at least some of the instruments of her own discipline.

Soon it was time for ‘slave initiation night’ with Roger. He was ready. She was anxious and caught more than a little bit off guard by his call to her new apartment phone. He identified himself saying “This is Master Roger. Is this my slave?”

“Yes, Master, this is your slave, Patti. How may I serve you tonight, Sir?” she responded.

“It looks like it’s going to be a balmy summer weekend so I’ve decided to take you to a special place for dinner Saturday evening. Before we go, I’ll want to take a tour of your new place. Expect me to arrive at 6:30 sharp.

“When I arrive, you are to wear a pair of white-on- white self supporting, thigh high, hose with lace at the top. Wear four inch ankle strap heels and a string of chocker length pearls. Wear your hair high on tip of your head. Have, for my inspection, a white cotton dress with a low neckline and a high hemline that just covers the lace in your hose. The dress should be displayed on your bed when I arrive. Any questions, slave?”

“No Sir, I’ve taken careful notes and while I don’t have much time to get a dress and have it altered to your specifications, I should be able to find a seamstress in town somewhere. I’ll be expecting you. Thank you for the invitation, Sir.”

Roger hung up without further word. Patti looked at her note; no mention of underwear; “is that strange or will that be the norm in the future?” she wondered.

Roger arrived at her apartment building at the appointed time and found her name printed on the call box. She buzzed him through immediately and met him practically nude, as directed, at the door.

She was unsure how to welcome him since she had been told to keep quiet unless given permission to speak. With this in mind she curtsied and held the door open for him to enter.

“Close the door slave, ant let me see you standing at attention in the middle of the main room here.”

It was not an invitation and Pattie almost sprinted to the center of the room. She spread her legs, thrust out her ass and tits, and placed her hands behind her neck as she had been instructed.

Roger saw that she had averted her eyes. He was impressed with her makeup and hair style, not to mention her exquisite body. He circled her four times with a critical eye before he stopped behind her and cupped her tits in his hands.

With no warning, he began to squeeze her nipples; softly at first, then more aggressively over the next few minutes. He heard her moan but she didn’t show any resistance. He knew full well that she was as wet at she could be so he did not finger her cunt, leaving her somewhat mystified.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Slave, and I want your to stand at ease and respond to me as romantically as you possibly can,” he said.

She ground her pelvis against his groin and held his head with both of her hands. Her mouth was soft and compliant yet her body was tight. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she reciprocated in kind. She held him and tongued him as his hands roamed over her soft, smooth body. It was indeed a ardent first kiss. He loved it.

“OK, slave that was more than just nice. How did you learn to kiss like that, Slave.“

“I’ve had boyfriends over the years Sir. And, as a young teenager my girlfriend and I practiced on each other in preparation for the real thing, Sir. I’m glad you were pleased because I sure want to kiss you again, when it pleases you Sir,”

After he kissed her again, he said, “Well, enough of that. Now show me the rest of your place. He couldn’t resist patting her firm rear end.

The white dress was laying out on her bed as he expected it would be. The bodice was tight the neck line low, and the hem looked way too short. He was happy.

“Slave, there will be many nights we will not be together and many missed opportunities for me to spank you. But, when I do take you out, you can expect to leave this place with a rosy red and stinging ass. From now on, I’ll want you to place a straight backed chair here in your bedroom, in the middle of the floor, before I get here. I will sit on that chair and have you over my knees as I spank you on your bare ass.

“Your position for these spankings will be facing to my left side over my left knee with your hands stretched to the floor. Cross your legs and I’ll anchor them with my right leg to keep you in place. Don’t ask for mercy because there will be none. ”

With that said, she got a straight backed chair and demurely placed herself across his leg. She had never been spanked before in her life and she was tentative yet excited in her approach to him.

His first smacks were light, but they had the effect that he desired. She started to ooze between her tightly drawn cunt lips. He administered ninety mild smacks and then gave her ten of his best which made her squirm. When he was finished, he told her that she had done well but that from now on he would expect her to thank him for expending so much energy on her ass.

“Oh, yes, Master, thank you for spanking me. It was good of you to raise the temperature of my ass before we go out. While I’m still in position, and if it pleases you sir, would you like to give me twenty more of your best sir?” she said.

He liked the idea and whacked her twenty five more times until he felt her shaking under him. For her part, she could feel his prick get harder under her soft belly and she thought “Whoa, I do have some power here after all. He got hard because of me. How exciting is that?”

“Now, Slave kneel between my legs and service my prick with your mouth. You know how to do that don’t you?”

“Yes, Master, and I’m excited to have the chance to please you. I probably have a lot to learn about giving great blow jobs, but I’m a willing student.”

She slid his prick from his pants and gobbled the semi erect member in her mouth. While she was working his prick, he was working her nipples. He pulled them, pinched them and twisted them till she thought she would scream.

“Use your hands too Slave.”

She did and he thrust his dick down her throat and came. She almost lost consciousness.

“Don’t loose a drop, slave, or your hide will pay,” he said.

“Yes, slave, you do have some things to learn but not now. I’ll give Laurel a full report. But before we go just redo your makeup and hair, smooth your hose and model your new dress for me, ”

The dress showed her off to perfection.

“How do you feel in the dress, Slave?”

“Master, I must say it is quite daring. I’ve never shown this much of my body in any clothing except a bikini in public. And, to boot, I don’t have any underwear on and I’ll bet my ass is as red as a beet. I’ve never felt my nipples so hard and long before. They rub against the dress and I get all self conscious. Please be careful with me, Sir. I’m really quite a shy and modest girl.”

“I’ll treat you like I want to treat you slave girl. And you don’t have a say in the world about anything. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry if I’ve sounded disrespectful. It won’t happen again,” she said with downcast eyes.

“Before we leave, I want you to lubricate your ass hole liberally and then show me how a slave walks in a crowded restaurant when she knows that her master wants to show her off,” he said sternly.

She strutted her stuff for him in her bedroom. Her walk was a sexy as any he had ever seen. She had runway legs to be sure and her ballet training allowed her to move with uncommon grace and sway; one foot in front of the other, a role in her shoulders, and a ‘come hither’ expression on her face. She looked like she was ready for anything; which she was.

He helped her get into his convertible and could not help but notice that her nipples could be easily seen. He got in the drivers side and gave her another sweet, tongue searching, kiss. Then he traveled to the restaurant in silence. He wanted her to be on edge and she was.

As they entered the well appointed eatery, she overheard one of the woman patrons say to her escort, ‘Look at that little tart in the white dress. I wonder if he pays by the minute or the hour. He ought to get her a porch for that swing.’

Actually she was proud of herself and she wanted him to be proud of her too. So far, he was far from disappointed.

Once seated across from each other at a table for four, which had been hastily cleared to make it a table for two, Roger said in a not to subtle voice, “Slave, are you comfortable?”

“Yes, Master, I feel fine,” Patti replied.

“Well, Slave, I want you to feel even better. Reach between your legs and slide the pointer and middle fingers of your right hand deeply into your cunt. Then, bring those fingers to your mouth and suck them off. Do this three times in a row and keep your eyes directly on me. After the third time, bring those same two fingers into direct contact with your clit. Keep manipulating your clit until I blink twice. Then remove your fingers again and suck them off again. Understand?”

“Yes, Master. I do understand.” This time her voice was quite muted as she slipped her right hand under the tablecloth to do his bidding.

“Master, may I ask if anyone is watching me. This is so embarrassing, Sir.”

“Don’t give it a second thought, Slave. Do what I tell you. I’m testing you now and if you don’t want to do as I tell you, just let me know.”

Her hand trembled and her heart began to beat heavily in her chest as she felt her wetness and licked her fingers for the third time.

She jumped as the waiter appeared out of nowhere to take their order. Roger ordered for both of them and Patti looked Roger in the eyes and placed her hand back again under the tablecloth.

He could tell she was rubbing her clit because her face became flushed and she began to writhe in unfinished erotic business. He kept his gaze on her and didn’t blink for over a minute. He thought she would go crazy. Then he blinked twice. She was in a sweat but brought her fingers to her mouth to clean them off.

“I probably smell like a room full of ravished sluts about now.” she thought to herself. “What will that nice, well hung, youthful waiter think when he gets a whiff of me?”

“It’s my right to embarrass you in public Slave. Don’t you agree?” asked Roger.

“Yes, Master, you should use me in any way it pleases you Sir,” she responded quietly.

“How are your nipples, Slave? It has been some time since I pinched them hasn’t it ,Slave?”

“Yes, Master, it has been well over an hour since you pinched them Sir, but let me assure you that they are rubbing the inside of my dress and are as aroused and sensitive now as they were back at the apartment. I assure you this is true, Sir. But, if it would please you for me to pinch them again I will certainly do it for you.”

He sensed that she was getting too much pleasure from her public displays and decided to frustrate further stimulation, so he just shook his head “no” and pressed on just as the waiter brought their order.

“While you eat, I want you to inhale the aroma from your fingers and be reminded of the sexual activity they just had while under the tablecloth, Slave.

“And, I want you to do all the talking tonight, Slave. Regale me with the mysteries of your young life. Give me all the details about your family. When did you start to develop? When did you first get fucked? Your fantasy life?”

She had turned 24 years of age on the day she met him at the Pittsburgh Airport, not that many months ago. She was the youngest of five children from a devoutly religious family. Her parents were strictly conservative and encouraged high standards of moral behavior.

Her Dad was ruggedly handsome and did some modeling in his younger years for men’s fashion magazines. Her mother was good looking, thin hipped and narrow waisted as a young girl. Even after the birth of her kids, who were almost always under weight at birth, she always looked good in her clothes.

Patti said she was a bit of a misfit in the family and bent the house rules when she could. She had sex with her one and only boyfriend. These experiences were not always satisfactory for her because he was mostly concerned with his own pleasure. He had played with her tits and had given himself to working over her nipples relentlessly. He had never suggested oral or anal sex play.

She was excited by the pictures she had seen of women in tight restraint, revealing outfits, or being spanked and whipped but had never seen or experienced these activities personally. She had always taken care to keep her body covered in the presence of others even other dancers with whom she shared dressing rooms.

She kept her skin soft and supple and shaved high so she could wear her bikini’s at the beach. She liked the way she looked at the beach in one of her many bikini’s and was proud of her 35-23-35 inch figure and of the full “C” cup she wore. She was five foot seven and workouts at the gym and spa kept her body toned and flexible.

She repeated her appreciation to him and Laurel for all they meant to her and for their willingness to help her experience her sexuality to the fullest. She said she was as excited as she ever had been about being his compliant sex slave.

She was doing her best to give him all the body language signals she could deliver without actually talking about her feelings and her delight at being with him.

She knew she was holding back an important fact and that she would eventually be forced to reveal it most probably under the duress of a whip. This thought alone caused the dampness in her cunt to flush over once again.

When he was ready to leave the restaurant, he told her that while he paid the bill she was to go to the ladies room and freshen up but not to piss. By that time her dress had slid up high on her leg showing the lace of her hose and an inch or two of bear thigh to boot.

Roger finished his drink and helped her out of her chair before the waiter, whose name tag indicated that his name was “Tony” could get behind her. She was off to the ladies room with her hips in full swivel.

Tony gave Roger the check and said “Nice looking lady, your wife. Very attractive and I’m not embarrassed to say that she may be the most wonderful looking woman I’ve ever served here.”

As he looked right into Tony’s name tag Roger said, “Tony my boy, that woman is my slave, not my wife. You probably noticed that I’m wearing a wedding ring and she does not.”

Tony just about came apart, he was so flustered with that comment. The only thing he could think to say was, “Well, mister, whoever she is, you are one lucky devil because she does fill out her duds real good and she has a great ass and breathtaking stems.”

Roger said, “Tony, here’s two hundred dollars. Pay the bill and keep the change. Now if you want to see and touch her silky ass as an additional part of your tip, follow us to the parking lot. I’ll let you touch and rub her ass all you want.”

Roger assured him that everything would be fine with the girl and him and that he would not get into any trouble. Roger met Patti as she returned from the ladies room. He told her that he had arranged for their waiter to fondle her ass as part of his tip.

“When we get to the car, stand beside the rear fender and pull your dress up over your hips. Tony will fondle your ass. When he is through, thank him and then just open the door, lower yourself onto the leather seat, and bring your legs up into the car. “

“Master, does the boy know I am your sex slave?” she asked.

“Yes, Slave Patti, I told him and he is excited, just look at his crotch.”

Patti’s heart pounded within her. She could feel the blood flush in her face. She tried to compose herself and prepare for the events that were to occur in the next few moments.

It all happened quickly. With all the reserve and inner strength she could muster she got close to the rear fender of the convertible and lifter her dress high and held it in place with one hand as she propped the other one against the edge of the car. Her naked skin was exposed and illuminated by the building lights. Then Tony stepped behind her.

“Are you sure this is OK with you, Miss?” he asked.

“Yes, my Master has given you permission to see and play with my ass, so go ahead. Take your time, Son,” she said.

Tony caressed her softness and grabbed her hips to give himself the leverage he wanted and rubbed hard against her. In no time flat he threw his head back and he grunted with sexual pleasure; his cock virtually exploded all over the front of his black pants.

It was only then that he realized he was in a social predicament himself. In a flash, he decided he would just go home and call back to his boss to explain that he had gotten suddenly ill.

To her, he whispered, actually in a chocking voice, “Thank you Ma’am. You are one exciting lady. I’ll never forget you for as long as I live.”

She opened the passenger door and lowered herself onto the leather seat with her dress still over her hips. Tony did not even look at her face, he was preoccupied with her legs, ass and cunt. He closed the door for her in a daze and Roger drove away.

“Well, Slave,” said Roger “you handled that very well. What were your feelings when I let someone else touch your naked ass?”

“Master, I am still disorientated and numb. I knew you would test me and I had no idea what you had is store for me. I was really excited to have everyone look at me back there, but I was mortified to have that boy touch me and know that I was your sex slave.

“It was exciting, now that I think of it, especially sitting here in the open car fully exposed. I don’t think I’ve ever been so highly aroused and so wet as I am right now. My cunt juices are seeping onto your lovely leather seat here. You have been so thoroughly in control. I need to please you and I’m working hard to do just that.”

He was looking at her to determine if her real feelings mirrored what she said. Did her body language send the same messages as her words? She had been trained not to look at him which made the task more difficult but with her legs spread wide and her tits pressed forward, he was fairly certain she was not just acting.

“You know that we have an agreement with Laurel that I won’t fuck your cunt. I won’t break that promise. I have already fucked your mouth and that was good even though you have more to learn about giving a great BJ. You should know that I do look forward to fucking your ass and that will happen when I get you back to your apartment.

“And you know that Laurel can use you as she pleases, but has it occurred to you that, as your Master, I can loan you out for the pleasure of some of my friends, Slave?” he asked.

“No Master, the thought never crossed my mind. I guess it should have considered that prospect by now, especially since you let that waiter play with my ass, but no, really, it never occurred to me that I would be expected to let any of your friends whip me or fuck me. Is that what you are going to do?” she asked quizzically.

“You will obey me whatever I ask, won’t you, Slave?”

“Yes, Master, I will. But, are you going to tell me in advance, Sir?”

“No, Slave, I’m not going to tell you in advance. Just let it go and enjoy the suspense. OK?”

“Yes, Master, I’ll do my best to cope with the anxiety that scenario brings to mind and deal with it when it happens, Sir” she said dreamily.

End of Chapter # 2 of the 8 Chapters Comprising Volume I

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME I

Chapter # 3

As Roger drove from the highways linking the suburbs of New York with the bedroom communities of Southern Connecticut, he let Patti relax and speculate about what might happen to her during this particular weekend. AS he approached Greenwich the full moon was still low in the sky. He had been this way before so he slowed down and turned off onto an unlit country road and brought the vehicle to a full stop.

“Slave,” Roger said starkly, “I want you to get out of the car now, remove your dress, put it in the trunk, shut the lid, and get back in the car wearing just your heels and hose.”

Without a word she got out of the car. The night chill caused her skin to tighten. Her nipples got rock hard. She did not see any approaching cars but she was apprehensive that another motorist, on that narrow country road, might see her nude. The thrill of that prospect made her heart pound hard again as she reentered the convertible.

End of Chapter # 3 of the 8 Chapters Comprising Volume I

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME I

Chapter # 4

Pattie tried to regain her composure after Roger had stretched her upside down, whipped her hard, and had fired up her cunt and clit with vibrating dildos. She now needed to be calm and clearly relate the secret which she had been keeping from him.

“Master, I was wrong to keep my secret from you. I was confused and conflicted because I had promised a dear friend that I would never reveal what I know about her. It shouldn’t have taken the whip to clear my mind on this. I should have trusted you with my secret from the beginning,” she said. “I’m terribly sorry. I can feel the welts on my ass and tits. My cunt is raw. I’ll remember from now on that I can’t have any secrets from you; this time will serve as a painful reminder that I need to be direct with you in everything, from now on.”

Roger looked at her sternly and motioned for her to get on with her story.

Patti then related how she had gone to the adult sex shop to get the whips Laurel had told her to buy many weeks ago. As she entered the shop she noticed two African-American women talking secretively to each other in the rear of the store. She had expected to see only men and was drawn to find out what these women were doing. As she got used to the surroundings, she managed to get a good look at the face and form of the older of the two woman and unexpectedly heard the familiar, but faint, voice of the younger woman. It was her dance partner, Susan Knight.

Neither of the women seemed to notice Patti and in fact seemed quite into themselves talking in hushed, but decidedly animated, and intimate tones. Quite suddenly, Susan lifted her head and noticed Patti for the first time. She seemed startled to see her and quickly gave her a not-so- subtle signal to keep away from her and her friend. Patti got the message and backed off.

The next time they were alone, Patti asked Susan why she was so edgy in the shop. Susan hedged for a few moments then shyly she said that she and the other woman had known each other for years. They had come to the shop to buy some bondage things.

The other woman was a few years older than she was and had come to New York from their small town in Georgia to establish a fine restaurant specializing in gourmet Southern food. Susan had followed the woman to the city in the hope of finding work as a dancer which she ultimately did at Roget’s Musical Review.

As Patti pressed for more detail, Susan reluctantly revealed that she had a special relationship with the women and, in fact, they were lovers.

Patti was intrigued about the special relationship Susan had with her lover and sensed that the two women had a bond that was more complex than met the eye. The purchase of bondage gear seemed a sure give away.

This thought kept creeping back to Patti’s consciousness. She couldn’t let go of her curiosity but she didn’t want to ask Susan any more questions since she felt Susan wasn’t ready to get into more detail about her private life at that time.

Over the course of weeks, Patti had learned the name of the restaurant Susan’s lover owned and went there one day to have dinner and to scratch the itch she had about the pair. She found that the women’s name was Brenda Fuller. Brenda was a very fashionable lady, with a youthful figure and a lovely face. There was nothing in evidence to suggest her sexual preference on the night of her dinner visit but she did notice that all of the staff at the restaurant were women and that they were particularly solicitous of her.

The restaurant was on the lower level of a nice stone three story building. Each floor was adorned with stylish iron grates over the windows; not uncommon in the area. Peculiarly, she thought, that only women were coming and going from the main door to the house; black women all, and all were well dressed.

Susan had let it be known that she lived with Brenda in her house; it was her permanent residence. She had said that, in total, there were seven women living there. Patti continued to question Susan and Susan realized that Patti would not give up asking questions until she came clean.

Upon securing a promise of secrecy, she told Patti that she was not only Brenda’s lover but was really her love slave and committed to being submissive to her. She added that she was really only one of the two love slaves Brenda dominated. The other four women were two lesbian lover couples, all fashion models. The residents were perfectly satisfied and secure in their arrangements.

“If I find out more, Master, I’ll tell you as soon as I can. But, frankly, I’m in a bit of a quandary. I really think I owe it to Susan to tell her I broke a confidence. I’m weirded out as to just how to tell Susan that I broke my promise to her,” she said.

“Let me think on that Slave. In the meantime, don’t mention what we’ve just discussed or what happened here tonight to anyone.”

All of this was Roger’s shock for the day, and it gave him some ideas for the future.

“For the moment, I want to get some healing cream on your welts. Go and lay face up on that leather table over there. Spread your legs and use your fingers to open the outer lips of you cunt lips for me. Don‘t worry, I‘m not going to put cream inside you.”

Patti, as usual, was compliant. Roger did spend a great deal of time fingering her cunt and rubbing her clit. Patti moaned and groaned in anticipation and unrealized sexual tension. Then Roger, in a burst of generosity, applied the two vibrating dildos; one on her clit and one in her cunt. He gave her permission to cum. And, she did. As a reward, he sat atop her tits and had her suck him dry. And, she did that too.

“Now, Slave, keep your legs spread, and lift your ass with your hands. Get your shoulders back and under you as far as you can so your tits are as high as possible.”

He applied oil and healing cream to each welt on her full breasts. He pulled her nipples aggressively and massaged her waist, legs, and feet. He was thrilled at the feel of her skin and of the response she gave to his ministrations. Then he turned her over and massaged her back, arms and ass. The welts on her ass were sensitive and she whined a bit as he moved his hand over them roughly.

“He really is having such a good time with me,” she thought. And, laying here willingly, cheerfully, and submissively exposed to his touch and his overexcited eyes, is a real turn-on. It could easily become habit forming for me. He must know that I now have balance in my life when I think of him.”

Patti was not aware that the eye of the camera caught all the action. Roger was sure Laurel would be aroused when she saw it. In fact, he was sure he would get almost much sexual excitement watching the video as he had in person.

Pattie looked at herself in the mirror and saw the vision of a very provocative hooker from the streets of the Rue St Denis in Paris. She had walked down the center of this street many times in the evenings during her summer abroad after she had graduated high school. She remembered that amazing street because, while it was only four or five blocks long, with streets running off of it, there were hundreds of girls of every nationality, color, size and perversion every step of the way down the sides of the Rue and all were displaying the most generous sampling of what they had to offer. Her memories stimulated her to produce added flow to her already sopping cunt.

She had a very wanton look as she pranced down the stone steps naked toward the car. A look that said, ‘Boy you look great. You took what he gave out in style and are ready to come back for more.’ That thought may not have been a reflection of submission but it sure was true.

Her welts were soothed by the cool leather of the car as they drove back to the city. He told her not to touch herself anywhere during the return trip but to keep her hands under her ass. She let the wind and her mind do all the stimulating she needed.

“Between now and when we have our next session, I want you to go shopping for custom fitted slave attire and bondage gear with Laurel. We will pay for the items, including shoes and boots. What you select should be items you want us to train you in and discipline you with. Make sure all items are custom tailored to your body. Got it?”

“Yes Master. I’ll get with Laurel at once.”

“This should be exciting,” she thought. She had no idea.

Before they reached the main intersection, he stopped and got a raincoat out of the trunk for her. When they reached the street where she lived, he kissed her on the mouth huskily and slipped his hands inside the coat so he could twist each nipple savagely.

He made her walk the half square from the corner of her block to the front door of her apartment. “Strut you stuff, Slave. Expect my next call soon,” he called out to her.

“You are dynamite. I’ll never quite get used to seeing you only as the snappy little dancer at the club anymore,” he thought to himself.”

Roger had given her a fairly decent training session. He knew Patti had a lot to learn and he would bring Laurel into the next phase of her submissive preparation process especially the purchase of erotic clothing and training for the various submissive positions he had in mind for her.

And, he was already planning how Susan Knight and her mistress might be involved as well.

End of Chapter # 4 of the 8 Chapters comprising Volume I

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME I

Chapter # 5

“I’m sure, I’ve mentioned to you, Slave, that your legs are stunning.” Roger said to her over the phone. “Since you have committed to be my slave, your legs are now part of my asset base, just like the rest of your body and my business. Isn’t that true, Patti?”

“Yes, that’s the way I look at it now too, Master.” she replied with a tone dripping with pride.

“You look great in high heels and sheer hose, but, I’ve seen those legs without hose and they are even more exciting that way. Without hose, I can see every muscle, every sinew, every curve. With those exciting images in mind, I’m going to insist that when we go out together, in the future, that you only wear vampie, ankle strapped heels. No hose.

“And, to make sure that my property is properly cared for, every day, I want you to purchase only the best creams and oils to keep your legs soft, supple, and fresh looking. Perhaps some products with aloe, chamomile, glycerin, vitamins, and herbs. Stuff that smells good too. Your legs should be hairless, shine, and be ultra smooth to the touch. In fact, your entire body should routinely be pampered just like your legs. Are you getting my drift, here, Slave?”

“Yes, Master, I understand. I do exfoliate and oil my body routinely, but I’m sure I can do a better job. I’ll do some research and shop at the best places in town. You should see an improvement soon, Sir.”

“One, more thing, Slave. I want you to start using a tanning salon. I don’t want you to look like a bottle of milk. Get a nice even tan; not too dark, just a golden glow. I’ll pay the bill for the tan and the creams.”

Patti spent many hours complying with Roger’s demands and she also spent a lot of time with Laurel. Laurel was a demanding teacher and she didn’t want any more of Patti’s, girlie-pal relationship. Laurel required that Patti remain nude during the learning sessions and that Patti start each session by kissing her feet and pledging her devotion to her from a “Backward-arch” position.

Laurel taught Patti every submissive position Roger suggested. These positions included the Backward-arch, the Prone, the Attention, the Kneel Down, the Kneel Up, the Kneel Worship, and the ‘Slave Open’. She instructed and corrected Patti over and over on these positions, much like a marine drill sergeant would do with raw recruits.

Patti was also drilled on her favorite rituals especially the one where she was required, without prompting, to affirm her submission to both Laurel and Roger. She had written it, memorized it by heart, and internalized every word truthfully. “I belong to you Master/Mistress. I am your slut slave and accept your dominance over me. I will obey you and satisfy you in every way possible. I consent in advance to suffer any punishment or training. I will endure any humiliating test you require of me. I trust you and love you for granting me the honor of being your slut slave, Master/Mistress.”

Laurel got a real kick of Patti’s ritual when she came up to the apartment for a training session. Patti would undressed in the outer hallway and then knock for permission to enter. When Laurel opened the door, Patti would crawl to the center of the living room and assume the Kneel Down position. With her ass high, back bowed, tits on the carpet, and arms out stretched in front of her head, she would verbally confirm her slut slave, and submissive, role. Laurel would get so excited by this ritual that she always needed a period of time to simmer down. It was on these frequent occasions that she would order Patti to kiss her feet and clean between her toes with her tongue.

In addition to training on submissive rituals and positions, Laurel had taken it upon herself to train Patti in the proper technique to service Rogers prick with her mouth. Patti had a lot to learn especially how to take his cock down her throat past her gag reflex. When she was able to hold her breath and get the faux dick past her gag reflex, she was then expected to work the rubber phallus into her throat and hold it. She started with a goal of ten seconds, and when she mastered that amount of time, she was to increase her tolerance by one second every few days until she was able to tolerate the pressure for as much as thirty seconds.

To further Patti’s ability to perform fallatio, Laurel, frequently inserted an inflatable cock gag in Patti’s mouth and kept it there for extended periods of time. She often bound her arms behind her at the elbows, snap on a pair of thumb cuffs and make her stand in front of a mirror and look at her distended lips and jaw while she learned to adjust to the increased pressure in her mouth.

While unobserved, Laurel would see Patti posing for herself and arching her back to give emphasis to her perky tits. Patti seemed to like what she saw. Laurel could tell, just by the fluid she observed coming from her very moist cunt lips.

Laurel also had another approach for improving Patti’s skill at sucking cock. She had a rubber cock glued to a board which she could attach by use of clamps to a column in their game room. Patti would be required to spend hours sucking the cock and forcing it down her throat under Laurels watchful eye. Both Patti and Laurel were convinced that all of her cock sucking training was about to pay big dividends for Roger.

Laurel told him that Patti would always get around to begging her for permission to cum by the time her training sessions were close to coming to an end. She would encourage Patti by telling her that if she performed well during the session she would allow her to come to a climax, and for that matter, as many climaxes as she could work up. First however, Pattie would be required to pleasure Laurel with her tongue until she, herself, as the dominant mistress, was satisfied. Patti was getting better at pleasing Laurel and took satisfaction in that endeavor as well.

Laurel said that she had developed a great way to end each training session. But, the real kicker was that the clitoral orgasms Patti was so excited to experience would only come, not by manual stimulation but from the application of the business end of a snapper whip.

Patti was required, while on her back, to raise her ass high off the carpet and spread her knees wide offering her sensitive cunt and clit to be whipped. When Patti was in position, Laurel insisted that Patti beg her to whip her clit directly with the flat end of the snapper. As the whipping proceeded, slowly at first, Laurel required Pattie beg her to whip her clit harder and faster so that she could get the orgasm she wanted; which she always did. Patti was then required to thank Laurel for her compassionate decision to whip hard enough and quickly enough for her to achieve the release she needed.

Laurel felt it was quite possible for Patti to someday, come to orgasm on command and to always experience sexual release in as part of any punishment she was required to bear. She warned Roger to be on the lookout for that reaction and to stop punishing Patti if he felt she was getting pleasure from the pain.

It gave Roger great satisfaction to hear Laurel recount how Patti was progressing. Laurel was effusive in her praise of Patti’s cock sucking improvement and even commented that her tan was coming along as fast as could be expected. She commented that the texture of Patti’s skin was softer and more feminine and that Pattie had learned to sustain every submissive position she had learned for extended periods of time.

“Tell Patti that she will need to go shopping by herself next Monday right after noon to get fitted for a pair of custom made, high heeled boots, Roger told Laurel. “Tell her you will make the appointment. Give her the address of Mr. Farr’s shop and tell her she will no doubt need to go back to the store for several fittings. She is not to wear hose on these trips. Let her decide on her own if she wears underwear. She might ask you to go with her. If she does ask, politely decline and tell her to do what she’s told to do.”

Pattie did go to the first fitting alone. The shop was a seedy place on one of the side streets of the fashion district of the city. The owner of the shop was older but didn’t seem lecherous. To maintain her modesty, Patti sat with her legs tight together and her dress pulled down snugly.

She hadn’t been in the store very long when the phone rang at the counter. Mr. Farr answered. He then looked at her and said “Is your name Patti, Miss? If it is, this call is for you.”

“Why, yes it is,” she said looking stunned.

She rose to answer the phone as the owner looked on. She recognized Roger’s voice at once.

“Slave, are you wearing underpants today?” he asked crisply.

“Yes, Sir, I am,” she responded meekly.

“While I’m on the phone, I want you to take off those panties and give them to Mr. Farr. Do it now!” he said in his no nonsense tone of voice.

“Mr. Farr, my Master wants you to have these, Sir” Patti said as she pealed the black thong down and off of her shapely legs.”

“The gentleman is smelling my panties as we speak, Master,” she said.

“Now, as Mr. Farr goes on with the fitting process, I want you to let him fondle your feet, and legs. Make sure he gets to see your cunt as often as he wants. I want to get a good report on you from him. Understand, Slave?”

“Yes, Master, he has my panties already. The rest shouldn’t be too much of a problem Sir.”

There it was. Another test of her willingness to humble herself and comply with his embarrassing commands. It had come out of the blue. Of course she would comply; her juices were flowing already.

Mr. Farr hadn’t been seated on his little stool in front of her for more than thirty seconds when she noticed a pre cum spot on the front of his tan pants. He had unlaced her four inch heel and wrapped both hands around her demure foot. He pressed his hands together and let them move up her ankle to her knee. He was looking directly at her cunt and had his hands about mid-thigh when he looked at her almost pleadingly.

He said, “Miss, without a doubt you are the most attractive girl I’ve ever met in person. And, your feet and legs are to die for. I’m a foot and leg man and I can’t continue with you today. I must close the shop now. If you can come back at four o’clock tomorrow, and if you let me keep your panties, I’ll give you the boots of your choice, for free, when we finish the final fitting. Can you make it then?”

“Sure, I’ll be back tomorrow. I hope you’ll be ok by then,” she added teasingly.

She reached for her shoe but he quickly grasped the opportunity to touch her foot and trim ankle once again. She left with Farr clutching her panties to his face.

The following day, Patti returned to Farr’s specialty women’s shoe shop. He seemed at ease with her and talked breezily about nothing in particular but he never missed a chance to leer at her when she voluntarily spread legs and exposed her well shaved cunt. He nodded approvingly as she modeled the various styles and he gave her advise on how to keep her balance by shifting her weight on her hips to accommodate the very highest of the shoes and boot which he brought for her inspection.

He caught her eyeing a sensuous pair of black, thigh-high, boots which he had on display in the shop window. “If you would feel more comfortable trying those boots on in the back of the store out of the view of the passers by, I can arrange that, Miss,” he said.

“What does he have up his sleeve, or pant leg,” she wondered. Well, whatever it is, he does look harmless. Nice of him to offer.

“And, Miss,” he called out to her as she turned into the small back room, “you might want to remove your dress entirely so you can see how the boots will really look.”

There is was; he really was a dirty old man. She wondered if his comment was a suggestion or an order. She decided to give the old coot a thrill and invited him back with her to give his opinion of the fit of the boots. They were her size and fit perfectly around the top of her leg like a soft glove.

He grappled with his prick through his pants and as he gazed at her upturned tits, smooth stomach, and now elegantly encased legs, he pulled his cock from his pants. He watched her move sensuously for his benefit. He pulled a towel from the hook in the bathroom and came in it with several grunts and a long low moan.

He composed himself and Patti knew that his ‘report’ of her performance would be better than merely ‘satisfactory.’ And, she was satisfied with the boots which had an eight hundred and ninety nine dollar price tag hanging from the five inch heel. The boots did nice things for her legs and her body.

She felt special; really like a showpiece. The softness of the boots against her smooth legs and the smell of the rich leather stimulated her senses. She put her dress back on and asked for a bag to carry her old shoes home. These boots were hers!

She told Farr that the boots would be all she needed at that time but she was sure she would be back.

All eyes were focused on her as she went to the corner to hail a cab. She was a very hot number; and she knew it.

But, her mind soon turned to Susan. What was she going to tell her. She had betrayed her secret. Now it was too late. Roger had ordered her to keep silent on the matter and in fact told her to be ready for dinner at Brenda Fuller’s restaurant that night. There was no way to reach Susan even if she wasn’t under orders from Roger not to do so.

End of Chapter # 5 of the 8 Chapters Comprising Volume I

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME I

Chapter # 6

What was she going to tell Susan, her dance partner and good friend now? She had betrayed her secret. Not willingly; she was coerced and under duress when it happened. Patti’s Master was whipping the snot out of her and demanding, with every stroke, that she tell him the whole truth about the secret she was withholding from him. Now it was too late. She had postponed dealing with the issue head on and now it was too late.

Roger had called her earlier and said he was taking her to dinner at Brenda Fuller’s restaurant. She was told only to wear high heels and a short dress. He liked that outfit on her the best. As an added measure to increase the stress to her submissive life, he decided to have her find a local jewelry store and purchase a gold anklet. The inscription on the plate was to read ‘Sex Slave Patti.’

“Not very subtle,” she thought.

And she had to get a move on as time was skittering by. Her head spun at the implications of his command. Her cunt tightened, her juices began to flow, and she got red in the face just at the thought of carrying out his order.

Roger picked her up at the appointed time and gave a quick glance at her gorgeous, and ever improving, legs. Always an enjoyable undertaking for him. Tonight, a shinny gold chain with a gold plate encircled her left ankle.

They entered the restaurant and were offered a seat in the corner by a tall, strikingly good looking, black, female maitre d’. After their first cocktail, Roger asked the maitre d’ if he could have a private word with the owner. Brenda, gracious and lively, came to his table. Roger rose and offered her a seat between himself and Patti.

He introduce himself and pointedly ignored Patti. He complimented Ms. Fuller on the décor and menu selection acknowledging that this was his first visit to her establishment.

He then said, “Ms. Fuller, I’d like you to meet my sex slave. Her name is Patti. She is also a dancer at my club; ‘Roget’s Musical Review’. Perhaps you’ve heard of it. Patti tells me you and I have a lot in common. Things that might not be obvious on the surface.” He handed her his business card.

“Oh, my god. How am I supposed to handle this?” Patti thought.

She was mortified and could feel the blush of embarrassment fill her face. She didn’t think she could ever completely get used to be identified to total strangers as a sex slave, which indeed she was. She began to tremble from the humiliation she felt. But, she also felt the pride and sensations between her legs at her circumstance. She would never complain. It would do no good and could cause her even further pain or shame. Better just to keep her posture erect, nipples tight against her dress, and her eyes turned away from Roger.

Brenda Fuller had been caught off guard. She did recognize the name of Roger’s club as the place where Susan worked but she knew nothing about Roger. She looked at Patti closely to see if her manner would telegraph what Brenda wanted to know about her. She observed her posture, the fact that she didn’t cross her legs, that she kept her eyes downcast. In short order Brenda concluded that Patti was indeed a subservient, submissive, women. Certainly, she had seen her share of such women. But, Brenda was ever cautious at times like these.

“Mr. Claret,” began Brenda. “may I call you Roger?” She didn’t wait. “Roger, perhaps we do have some things to discuss and perhaps some things in common. What would you like from me tonight?”

“Brenda, I trust you won’t be offended by my first name casualness. I have been training Patti for several months as my slut slave. My wife and I don’t have much experience in this sort of thing and I thought now might be the time for me to expand my horizons and Patti’s too.

“I hope you can provide us the specialized consulting service we need. Patti seems to know that her dance partner and my employee, Susan Knight, is more than just a resident her and that Susan enjoys a special part of your life.

“As you can see, Patti enjoys a special part of my life now also.” He thought he had made his point.

Brenda turned to Patti, “Patti, dear, you tell me, what do you think I can do to help you?”

“Ms. Fuller, I am only here as a slave girl. I will do anything Master demands of me even if I’m frightened. If Master, feels we can use your help, that good enough for me.”

Patti’s voice was quivering from emotion, apprehension, and embarrassment. She was almost out of control. Brenda sensed that she could make a scene in her dining room if something wasn’t done soon to take the pressure off.

“My dear Patti,” Brenda said, “Won’t you go with Marilyn the maitre d’ here. She will take you up into the main part of the house and make you comfortable. Perhaps she can find Susan to hold your hand. Go now my dear. ‘

Brenda motioned to Marilyn who had been keeping a keen and respectful watch on the table. Marilyn and Patti were out of sight in an instant.

“Now Roger, what do you really want?”

“I feel if you really are Susan’s Mistress, and if you really punish her for your own amusement or for training then perhaps we could play off of each other and each others ideas. Perhaps we could assist each other and help the girls enjoy their true personalities and inclinations more deeply.”

“Roger, you have convinced me that you are the genuine article; a dominant at heart. At first, I was suspicious that your coming here could be a trap for me and my girls. I wasn’t sure just what you might have been up to. Patti seems to be the genuine article too. No cop I know has legs like her or is built the way she is,” Brenda said.

“Why don’t I have a cup of coffee with you while you finish your meal. Then I’ll show you around upstairs and we can proceed with this conversation without arousing suspicion.”

When the dishes had been cleared, Brenda took Roger through the narrow doorway that led to the foyer of the main house. Roger was impressed by the old charm of the house. The maintenance and polish given the furnishings and woodwork was a tribute to Brenda who obviously had great pride in the house and took pains to oversee all the work required to keep the place in such great condition.

Patti never did come back to the table but Marilyn scrambled to make up a small plate of food so she didn’t go hungry. Roger found Patti sitting in a quiet corner room, composed and sitting demurely at a small table in front of a bowed window. Susan was standing by her side.

Susan was quite a sight. Her hands were covered in soft leather mittens; locks, above the wrist, held them in place. She was standing in very high heeled shoes. A leather corset was tightened securely around her waist and lifted her tits high while exposing her dark brown nipples. Her cunt and ass were exposed. It was clear that Susan’s mobility was severely restricted by her outfit and that she couldn’t move quickly from the spot where she now stood.

“”Roger, I believe you know Susan.”

“Yes Susan, and I are acquainted. In candor, I’ve never seen her this beautiful. You must be proud of her Brenda,” Roger said.

“As you might be able to guess, I’m training Susan’s waist and legs. She can’t shake your hand because I have to keep her in mittens so she doesn’t finger fuck herself without permission.”

Susan looked away in total embarrassment.

“I have summoned, my other slave, Jane, and she’ll be along momentarily. Let me tell you a bit about Jane before she gets here,” started Brenda. “First of all, she is the only white girl in the house. I’ve grown to lover her deeply but she is really a test of my patience and ingenuity.

“She fell in love with a wealthy young man just about the time she graduated high school. At that time she left her parents and, in response to her very submissive nature, offered herself to the boy as a sex slave. I guess they loved each other and were happy enjoying the pleasures of their dominant and submissive personalities.

“He used her in line with her inclinations. He whipped her and fucked her often three or more times a day to the point where her libido could not be aroused fully without the riding crop. She has more sexual energy than any woman I have ever known.

“When the lads father found out about Jane, he threatened to cut off his rather large allowance. The kid was a bum at heart and the father just ran her off and sent the kid to Europe to complete his graduate work.

“Jane was devastated. She could not accept the fact that her lover did not fight for her. She was badly damaged by his rejection of her and now finds it impossible to make love to another man. I can understand and accept that, so she is with me and I protect her from herself and from the disease and brutality of the streets which is where she would wind up if I didn‘t look after her.

“Here, with me, she finds the love and sexual release she needs to function. But, she has no other outside interests, she has no real skills, and she is extremely shy when she is in the company of people she doesn‘t know. For now, she is my compliant sex slave. She never leaves the building.”

The sounds of chains dragging on the ground proceeded Jane’s appearance. “I’m so sorry Mistress, for taking so long to get here, but the small ankle chain between my high heels does slow me down. May I suggest, if it pleases you, Ma’am, that you whip me for not getting here sooner,” she said as she entered the small room.

Jane’s head and hands were protruding from a stock-like device. The smooth wooden device was hinged so it could be put on her easily. But she need help to extract her hands or head from the contraption. It kept her arms bent at the elbow. The holes for each wrist were oval in shape and kept her palms to the front and about nine inches out to the sides of her head. Her head was kept erect; she could not look down. She was nude except for her high heels.

The chain that stretched between her heels was only about one foot long. It was kept off the ground by another chain that dangled between her cunt and her feet. The chain was attached to golden rings pierced to the outer folds of her labia. She also had a rather large gold ring pierced into each nipple.

Roger noticed that Patti’s eyes widened as she took in the entire picture. The piercing, the heels and the stock for head and hands were quite a sight for her. Patti looked straight into Roger’s face in a mixture of disbelief, sexual excitement, and wonderment. Then she realized that she had not been commanded to have “eyes on” and she quickly looked away. Brenda saw her reaction. Roger read her mind.

“Jane here, was caught lapping on one of my boarders yesterday,” Brenda began by way of explanation for Jane’s appearance. She knows better. I have forbidden her to engage in any sex acts without me being present. Her neck yoke will prevent her from getting her face close to anyone for any reason and her hands are up and out of the way so she can’t finger fuck herself. Isn’t that right, Slave, Jane?” Brenda asked.

“Yes, Mistress. I did get into the girl yesterday when I shouldn’t have. And, I knew you would punish me if you found out. Is there anything else you would like to do with me to correct my bad behavior or just to amuse you or your guests, Mistress?” she inquired humbly but with an unmistakable sense of desire.

Brenda let her whip crack against the front of Jane’s left thigh, about four inches below her cunt.

“Shut up, Slave,” Brenda snapped from between clenched teeth. “I’ll have you flogged when I’m good and ready, now shut up and stand over there in the corner facing one wall and your ass toward the other wall. ” As Jane shuffled to the corner, the recent welts on her back and ass were clearly visible.

“Slave, Jane. Show us how you can arch your back so that your ass is far behind your head.”

Jane was quite flexible. She opened her legs as far as she could given the small chain that held her and bent her back thrusting her tits to the front and her ass to the rear.

“Now, Jane, I want you to show our new friend, Patti, here just how well you cope with pain. I’ll use you as a model so she can see how every slave should handle pain. I’m going to hit you with my favorite cane right across your thighs. If you scream or cry out in any way, I’m going to sentence you to three days in my closet alone. You’ve been in solitary before. Remember how you hated that?”

“Yes, Mistress. Solitary is the worst. I’ll stay under control and be good for you ma’am.”

Jane’s legs were stiff from wearing high heels and from the exertion of pressing her ass to the rear. And, she was frightened. The cane came down on her thighs quickly and without restraint. Jane didn’t move a muscle or even wince. A white welt soon turned red and arose quickly. As second strike from the stiff cane came across her thighs just above the first. Jane’s knees buckled slightly. After a third lash from the cane she nearly lost her balance and a tear formed in her eyes.

“Not so tuff are ya, Slave? What do you have to say for yourself, Slave?” Brenda jeered at her.

“Mistress, I’m sorry I offended you, however I may have done that. I hope I’ve been a good model to other slaves here on how to behave while I’m being punished. I confess, though, you did hurt my legs terribly.”

“Just you stand there while I finish my business with Master Roger.

“Master Roger, Patti seems suitably compliant and submissive. But, is she versed in the proper way to please another woman?”

“My wife hasn’t strenuously complained to me about her performance in that regard, but I’m sure Patti can learn from a lot from the other girls here, and of course from you. Shall I leave her here with you?

“Remember, I have a show tonight, and these two pretty ladies are in it and are quite popular. I wouldn’t want any training to interfere with their performance.”

“I can assure you that I’ve had sufficient experience with Slave Susan to figure out how to train without leaving obvious marks on the girl,” Brenda said. “And, to make sure she has the essential training to satisfy your wife, I can assure you that you have come to the right place.”

“Patti has her own place so I’ll leave it up to you to set her schedule over the next several weeks. She can tell me what you’ve all decided,” Roger replied.

With that, Brenda took him back down the steps and held the front door to the restaurant as he departed.

End of Chapter # 6 of the 8 Chapters Comprising Volume I

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME I

Chapter # 7

Since ‘Roget’s Musical Review’ was ‘dark’ in the jargon of the Broadway theater community, on Mondays and Tuesdays, Brenda and Patti agreed that Patti would come to her place after the Sunday evening show and stay with her until show time on Wednesday. This arrangement was suitable with Roger as well. Both of them had agreed that they didn’t just want Patti’s time with them to be consumed with lesbian love making, but also in the finer points and skills involved in feminine submission and discipline.

The four models, actually two lesbian couples, who also lived in the building, generally worked during the day, Monday through Friday. Brenda, in discussion with these girls, found that they were eager to have themselves and some other friends with whom they worked involved in on any discipline process Brenda had in mind.

Eventually, it turned out, that during the day time hours, Patti and Susan would ‘play’ with Jane and in the later hours of the day, the house would be full of good looking models, both black and white, who had a penchant for lesbian and submissive love making. Brenda hired another chef for Monday and Tuesday evening to attend to the culinary needs of all the women.

Jane, with Brenda’s permission, took it upon herself to see that Patti and Susan were in a constant state of arousal. She certainly had a knack for the fine caring touch requirements of other women. She set up waist-high tables so she could massage each girl at different times during the daylight hours. She stroked their legs, back, tits, nipples and most of all their ass and cunt. She used her very dexterous fingers and her mouth to great effect.

Patti told Roger, when they were alone again, that she must have had ten orgasms before lunch each of the three mornings she was at the house and an untold number before she went to bed. Further, that she learned more than she thought there was to know about using her own hands and mouth to bring another women to orgasm herself.

She told Roger that her intimacies with Susan where so intense that she would never be able to see her in the same light has she had previously even though she did not seek a continuing lesbian relationship with her.

In the evenings the four black models brought some their co-workers back to the house. Several were white girls, some were black, and several were of imprecise ancestral heritages; but all were either openly dominant or submissive and all were proudly gay. Jane was ecstatic.

On the Monday evening which was to be the next to the last night Patti was to stay with Brenda, Brenda announced that everyone should prepare for “a swinging whipping” party. Patti had no idea what that meant but Jane certainly did. Each resident and guest of the house were to get together in the large sitting room, to informally, openly and frankly, discuss any problems or complaints they had, either with their partner, the work place, or in society generally.

At the end of the chat period, which could last for hours, and where everyone was expected to participate, each girl, if they wished, could receive the best orgasm Jane could give and then use the whip on Jane’s naked body. Jane had a special talent and the tools for pleasuring others with her mouth; specifically, a lot of staying power, gained over years of practice, and she was adorned with a sizable, sliver, tongue stud which was immeasurably helpful.

It was tradition for any girl who wanted Jane to administer to her sexually only needed to strip and bring her legs up over her shoulders. One girl after another doffed her clothing and entered the middle of the circle. Jane didn’t know who she would be servicing because of her blindfold, but from the urging of the girls she knew what was expected and where to find it. Patti had never seen so many naked women with such svelte, erotic, and overtly eager bodies. Jane satisfied each one. Several of the girls came back for seconds, so to speak, including Susan.

“Is everyone satisfied with Jane’s performance tonight?” queried Brenda.

Affirmative nods were seen all around.

“Ok, then let’s get on with the next order of business,” she announced.

Brenda would do the ‘hanging’ honors. Jane was blindfolded and suspended off the floor by her wrists from a chain attached to a wench hidden in the ceiling. Her legs were stretched wide and attached by rope to heavy weights placed on the floor ten feet apart.

This was not a new exercise for most of the boarders. Being able to whip Jane after the discussion period was like having coffee after dinner. Most of the dozen women in the room seemed to get excited about the impending session and their conversation became more animated. Patti was led to believe that she was the special, invited, guest to the evenings festivities which obviously would be at Jane’s expense.

Brenda, once she had Jane hanging and exposed just the way she wanted her said, “Jane, you stupid, slut, where do you want me to whip you tonight?”

Jane always seemed to want to draw this scene out to it’s fullest and pretend that hanging nude in front of other women was the just the worst thing that could happen to her.

“Oh, Mistress please let me down. You know how I hate it when you humiliate me in front of my friends like this. Don’t whip me please Mistress. I’m already too sore for words,” she said.

“Nonsense, slut. You haven’t even begun to get sore. When we’re all done with you tonight it won’t be possible for you to sit down for two days. Now, where do you want me to whip you?

“Tell me slut, where do you what the whip. Tell me now, or I’ll beat the snot out of you, you chicken hearted bitch!”

Everyone in the room saw the fluid flow from poor little Jane’s cunt and she was aware everyone saw it too. She was in seventh heaven and everyone knew it.

“Mistress, if it pleases you, how about just a few strokes, easy ones, on my ass and legs, please,” she said in a quiet, almost inaudible voice.

“I didn’t hear you, slut. What did you say?”

“Mistress, if it pleases you Ma’am, please, I beg you, whip my ass and legs as hard and as often as you want, Ma’am,” she said more robustly this time.

All the girls in the room, shouted, hooped, and clapped as the first swing from Brenda’s whip landed hard against the back of Jane’s left leg.

Some of the other girls concentrated their efforts on Jane’s ass, while others centered on her tits. Some just hit her nipples with a rod. Every part of Jane’s body was covered with red singing bites. No welts. Just those little red bites that would drive her crazy.

Patti herself had never whipped another women and had to be encouraged to use more shoulder power when it came time for her to wield the whip. She stroked Jane’s ass and realized that her strokes were not nearly as hard as some of the other girls before her. She increase her efforts and then, Brenda shouted to her that she wanted her to whip Jane’s tits again and then her cunt.

Patti was surprised at her own reaction from seeing the whip move forward, in her hand, to hit Jane’s tender and yielding body.

At one point, Susan went to the kitchen and brought back a sprig of ginger root. “Mistress, who gets the honors of introducing this little gem to our favorite slut tonight,” Ma‘am?

“Let’s see if Patti knows what to do with it, Susan,” Brenda responded.

Well, of course, Patti had no idea what to do with the ginger root when Susan handed it to her. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Susan, jerked the root upward just a bit without being too obvious and Patti got the idea that it was supposed to go in one of Jane’s holes but she wasn’t sure which one. Or perhaps, it was to go in her mouth. Then she remembered the upward gesture and then her decision was down to two.

Pattie moved to the center of the ring of girls and tentatively touched Jane’s asshole. A few of the girls seemed to urge Pattie to press it into Jane’s cunt which she did. Jane howled. Patti could only imagine what she had done to poor Jane’s slippery and sensitive cunt. Jane howled again and again. The other girls clapped and hollered and shouted obscenities. One girl actually got up and shoved the root into her cunt even deeper than Patti had. Jane swooned and screamed all over again.

Eventually, the women removed the ginger root and reached out to revitalize Jane. They laid her down on the carpet and rubbed her with healing oils and creams. They sucked her nipples and cunt. They were all over her. They made her mad with desire and had her erupting in wild, energetic fulfillment within a very short period of time. Jane soon lay exhausted; the others smiled at her as they dressed and left the room.

Brenda didn’t have much time left to introduce Patti to some of her ideas about submissive women.

Jane was her good natured and deferential self during the day. And as the evening wore on, Brenda told Susan and Patti to strip and come to her bedroom. Both girls were instructed to service Brenda herself. Of course, Susan was able to demonstrate quickly that she knew what she was doing and was able to satisfy Brenda as one might expect from an expert who had been between Brenda’s legs many times previously.

Patti watched her every move with intense attention and appreciation.

Brenda told Patti that she would have the honor of servicing her early Wednesday morning. It would be her maiden voyage so to speak.

But, before they were given time to themselves, Brenda found two pairs of very high heels in her closet for Patti and Susan to wear. She drew the girls together and wrapped a leather strap tightly around the left leg of Susan and the right leg of Patti. She did the same thing just above their knees and again very high on their respective thighs. The process was repeated for the other legs. Just before synching the last thigh strap Brenda placed the end of a double ended dildo deep into each cunt. If one moved, the other was stirred. She then placed a face gag on each girl and attached them together at the mouth. The girls had never been this tightly pressed together. Since they were build similarly, their tits and nipples touched sensuously. To add to their feelings of intimacy Brenda clipped their nipple together as well. Their eyes widened with the pain.

They were to remain linked together for over an hour. Brenda made them rub against the dildo with the intent of giving themselves another climax. It was tough work but finally succeeded under the guidance of a flat whip applied energetically to each ass. Brenda had a blast watching her charges and beating them with the whip long into the night.

Patti had some aches and pains but she had some vivid dreams that night. She also had quite a story to tell Roger and Laurel. She was reveling in the growing sensations and variations of her own sexuality. She knew from personal experience of the wonderful explosive relief she was capable of experiencing and of the gratification she was able to give.

She wanted to tell Susan how it happened that she revealed her secret to Roger. When they were alone, in bed, Patti found, Susan’s warm, naked, body once again. She turned her back to Susan and said “Cuddle up against me Susan. Hold me. Wrap your arms around me. I hurt but, in my head, I feel good too. Just hold me.”

In a soft voice she began to unburden herself. “I shouldn’t have told him about you and Brenda. I was hanging by my ankles upside down. My body was stretched as tight as could be and he was playing the whip over my cunt and tits. He knew I was hiding something and he was going to find out what it was even if he kept me hanging all night. I couldn’t hold out any longer. I’m so sorry. I should have just let him beat me to death.”

“Sweetheart, don’t you worry about it any more. It’s over now. And, we are closer than ever. No one could blame you.”

Patti kissed Susan’s arm which was draped loosely over her shoulder and rubbed her foot against Susan’s leg which was resting gently against her own. They both were peacefully asleep in a matter of minutes.

End of Chapter # 7 of the 8 Chapters Consisting of Volume I

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME I

Chapter # 8

Jane found Patti and Susan enjoying freshly brewed coffee early in the morning when she energetically entered the kitchen. She was wearing a colorful and very short oriental robe. The dancers invited Jane to join them at the table but, Jane had been given a mission by her mistress, Brenda.

Patti as requested had serviced Brenda to her satisfaction in her bed very early that morning. Then, unbeknownst to Jane, she briefed both Susan and Patti regarding her desire for Jane that day. Brenda was scheduled to attend a meeting in Boston and would be out of town during the day. The dancers didn’t have to arrive at their theater for warm-ups and practice until five o’clock and Brenda felt that would give the girls plenty of time to enjoy Jane’s sexual inventiveness, dexterity and inclinations. She told them that they were free to use and abuse Jane all day and that if they had to leave for work before she returned they were to leave Jane naked and handcuffs.

Because she was leaving the house for the day, Brenda reached out and hugged Patti tightly.

She said directly, “I hope you’ve learned something about yourself while you’ve been with us these past few days. And, I hope you can use what you have already seen, and what you will see for the rest of the day, in your relationship with Master Roger.

“Do you think you will you are ready to skillfully and willingly suck both cock and cunt at your master’s command, now Patti?”

“Yes, Ma’am and I do owe a big thank you to you and the girls for the opportunity to practice. Thanks for the chance.”

Brenda hugged Patti again and slipped a finger up her wet slit one more time as a symbol of dominance and affection.

Brenda also spoke to Jane and gave her the mission orders for the day.

“Slave, you are really a pain slut and whore,” she said dripping with scorn. “I want you to satisfy every whim, want, and wish of both Patti and Susan all day. Tell them since I will be out of town that you want to be their sexual play toy until I get back. Let’s see what the girls come up with. Tell them that you will be their perfect sex slave to use, punish, torture, or whatever. Go tell them right now while they’re together in the kitchen. ”

Jane let the small robe she was wearing fall off her shoulders as she stood before the dancers in the kitchen. The other boarders of the house had already departed earlier for their modeling work.

“Mistresses, there will be no one in the house for the rest of the day. Would you be so kind as to let me be your slave now. I will do whatever you tell me to do and am ready to receive any discipline or torture you want to impose on me. Please let me serve and service you both today,” she said earnestly.

“Well, that’s an invitation that’s going to be difficult to pass up,” Susan said. “What do you think, Patti?”

“Jane looks good just standing there. Her invitation has caught me off guard. Why don’t we make her oil her body and strap on some heels and come back when we have had a chance to think and talk about her offer?”

“Before you go, slut, tell us about your tolerance for pain and what you expect from us now that we’ve accepted you as our sex toy for today. And, since you are duty bound to be honest, tell us about your body. Is you clit sensitive? What’s your bra size and waist measurement? Spread your legs and put your hands behind your neck right now, ” said Susan.

“Mistresses, it is my pleasure to serve you both today. I guess we’ll know more about my tolerance for pain in the next eight hours or so but in general, I can take a lot of pain and in fact, I get off on pain. I think women know how to torture submissive women better, if I can use that word, than most men can.

“When I allowed to have a bra, I wear a size 34 C cup. My waist is 25 inches around. My clit is sensitive and so are my nipples. You can see for yourself that my nipples are hard and getting harder. Mistress Brenda calls me a whore and pain slut, and I guess I am.”

“Meet us in the sitting room like Mistress Patti directed you to do. Get hoping,” Susan snarled.

It wasn’t long before Jane returned in only four inch, ankle strap, heels. She knew to stand at attention, spread, and facing her new mistresses with her hands behind her neck.

Pattie said. “Now, open up your cunt for us, and let’s see just how wet you are. Stand over here next to me!”

“Keep your cunt lips spread wide. Use both hands. Stick you hips out toward me so I can touch you more easily,” she continued.

“Do you like standing here offering me you open cunt, Slave?” Patti asked.

“Well, Mistress, it is a bit humiliating for me to have you look at me so intimately, Ma’am.”

Patti reached between Jane’s legs and found her clit to be quite aroused and fully emerged from it’s hood. Patti touched the engorged organ and slid her finger over and around it easily. Jane began to moan and to press her hips forward toward Patti’s hand.

“Turn around, spread your legs, and grab your ankles. Now, pull your ass cheeks wide apart and finger your asshole. Now, reach into your cunt with both hands and slip your fingers inside your slit and massage your clit. Now, get back to fingering your asshole; make it larger.”

“Don’t move slut! I know you want to cum but if you keep this up, I’ll make sure you don’t cum all day. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress, I understand. I’m sorry for being so bold with you Ma’am. It won’t happen again, Ma’am.”

“Ok, let’s see what self control you do have, slut. Rub your nub aggressively for us but don’t even come close to having an orgasm.”

“Oh god, mistress, I’m just about crazy with sexual tension now. Please may I cum, please; pretty please,” Jane said in a voice bordering on panic.

“No, you may not,” shouted Susan. “We’re training you to show some self control. Now rub a dub dub, girl. Let’s see what you’re made of here!”

“Now, slut, come over here and lick me to climax. Use your magic tongue and put that silver tongue stud of yours to good use again. Since you don’t seem to want to cum yourself, let’s see what you can do for us,” Susan said mockingly.

Jane was actually grateful for the respite as her own clit was on fire. She went to Susan and then to Patti. She gave both of them great action and satisfaction and it wasn’t even yet ten in the morning.

Susan, knew the sitting room had secret drawers and compartments everywhere and she knew Jane knew where they all were and what sort of bdsm gear was in each one.

“Slut, put on a slave collar and bring me six alligator clips. You know where they are. I want four to be hard and ribbed tipped but the others must be just metal. And, bring me some thin gauged string too, on the double.”

Susan snapped Jane’s wrists to the slave collar, then tied an eight foot length of the white cotton string to each of the four rubber tipped clips. She ordered Jane to attach one clip to the right front lip of her labia; another to the left front lip; and then the other two to the rear part of her labia lips. When Jane completed the moderately painful and somewhat humbling task, Susan pulled each clip to see if it was firmly attached.

Susan, then rolled up the fairly small oriental rug in the center of the room. Concealed beneath the carpet were several sets of hidden and hinged brass rings. Four of the rings had been originally installed to form a five foot square. Susan placed Jane in the center of the square with her legs wide apart.

Deftly, Susan attached each free string ends, to a floor ring; the forward clips were attached to the left and right front rings and the rearward clips were attached to the left and right rear rings. This had the effect of fully her opening vulva to unfettered accessed. And, she couldn’t move her already aching feet and calves in any direction without it pulling against her tender cunt flesh.

If this wasn’t enough, Susan then attached the remaining clips to Jane’s nipples and pulled her forward from the waist. She tied off each of these clips to a wall mounted hook. This position had the effect of arching Jane’s back forward and causing her ass to stick out provocatively. Susan then tied Jane’s hair upward to a hook in the ceiling.

“Is that tight enough for you Slave? Can you wiggle around a bit for me?” Susan mocked.

“Mistress, I can’t wiggle or move without tearing an important body part I’m afraid. You’ve got me bound and stretched quite well with only a minimum of rope. I’m quite uncomfortable Ma’am.”

“Does this slave look like she could use a whipping, to you Patti?” Susan asked.

“It surly does, Susan. And, if I’d give this worthless slut a bit of a warning, it would be to stand perfectly still while we whip her. Doesn’t that sound like a good piece of advise?”

“It sure does, but, before I take my first stroke, I want to feel this tightly strung little whore from the tip of her head to the soles of her feet,” Susan said.

Susan’s hands were large for her size and Jane felt every finger tip as they taunted every sensitive and erotic crevice. She could not escape.

Susan again found Jane’s clit and it was as hard as a marble. Jane groaned in sexual frustration which only motivated Susan to additional ministrations on Jane’s devilishly immobilized body.

“Why don’t you play with her clit and fuck hole while I whip her with a single tail? If we have to, we can gag her if she makes too much noise. Good idea?” Patti asked.

“I’m ready, when you are,” Susan said in reply.

“Are you ready Slut,” Patti asked sarcastically.

The answer didn‘t come fast enough and Patti, slapped her face. “Answer me! Are you ready for us to torture you, slut?”

“Yes, mistress, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. But, I’d rather be sucking you mistress, believe me when I tell you that, Ma’am,” Jane strained to say.

Patti concentrated on striking Jane’s superbly sculpted ass with the single tail. Susan, concentrated her fingers on Jane’s totally vulnerable and highly sensitized clit and fuck hole. The dancers looked at Jane with admiration as sweat began to form all over her body and as welts appeared on her once silky smooth, ass.

It wasn’t long before Jane slipped into her own space. Additional torment of the pain slut was now only for the dancers satisfaction. They decided to remove Jane’s bonds and lay her aching body down on the couch under a large, warm, afghan.

After lunch, Jane recovered her composure and crawled into the kitchen. “I’m sorry Mistresses, I appear to have drifted off. You were kind to lay me down. Please don’t be mad at me. I’m ready to serve you again as you wish. Please let me serve you with my hands and mouth, please.”

“Let’s see you stand, Slave. Show us that you are serviceable again. Show off your girlish charms and your slavish welts. After we get a good look at you we may again let you be of assistance,” Susan said.

Jane did ache, especially her legs, nipples, and cunt lips. But she brought herself to a full attention position and thrust her tits out proudly. Then she began to walk the walk of a runway model. She did strut her stuff convincingly. She dropped to her knees and crawled between both the dancers legs to bathe their clits in her soft, erotic, kisses and to stimulate them with her very serviceable tongue stud.

“OK, pain slut, on your feet. It’s time for you to beg me to whip your tits, back, belly, and legs,” said Patti. “This time, there will be no bindings. Just hold your body taut. Stand in front of me and beg me to hit you with a whip. Tell me the specific part of your body you want me to whip and, request a specific number of strokes I should give you.

“We want to know just what your pain tolerance is so we want you to plead for more strokes and harder strokes from the whip as this exercise goes on. Do you understand the nature of this assignment, Slave? Do you know what we are looking for here?”

“Yes, Mistress. You want me to be the designer of my own torment. You want to fuck with my brain. You want to amuse yourself at my expense and have fun with me. You want me to be fully cooperative in creating the conditions of my own torture. You want to see how much I can endure and how submissively creative I can be.

“What you are demanding of me will be difficult Ma’am. It’s like getting hung by your own rope. I assume there won’t be a safe word. And, that you and Mistress Susan will be taking turns beating me.”

“Don’t be insolent Slave. Mind your manners and your tone of voice or we’ll string you up and leave you black and blue. Perhaps we’ll beat you with a hose so you’ll hurt for days but won’t have any bruises to show for it. Would you like that?

“Well, if I know you, that might be something you would look forward to, so don’t answer that. Just stand in the middle of the room and show off that nice body of yours. Jut ’em and spread ’em.

“What is it that you want to say to us, pain slut? Ya better make it good!”

There was a pause that was longer than Susan expected and it didn’t sit well with her. She raised her hand quickly and slapped Jane hard across her cheek. The slap left a nasty set of red finger marks and jolted Jane to the reality of her situation. She thought fast but not fast enough and another slap across her other cheek followed the first.

Being slapped in the face was a humiliation Jane had not suffered before and she began to cry. Tears flowed. The dancers were stunned by her breakdown. Patti thrust her middle finger deep into Jane’s sopping cunt and waited.

“Mistress,” she sobbed. “I’m really a pain slut, but I’ve never had to beg for my own punishment and I’ve never been slapped before. It’s really hard for me. And, then not to have a safe word and not to be bound securely while being punished makes it all doubly hard.”

“You’re stalling Slave! What’s it going to be? Where and how many? Let’s hear it!”

“Mistresses, I am so humiliated now. Naked and spread before you. Vulnerable and so open to your hands and whips. I don’t have the heart and humility I should have; I’m not the slave I thought I was. I need to be more quick and compliant from now on. I need to have whatever arrogance is in me, beaten out of me. Please, Mistresses, I beg you to whip my tits, each twenty five times. Make them hurt, please.”

With that, each dancer took a flogger from the desk and stood in front of the quaking slave.

“Are you sure you want us to beat your tits, Slave?”

“Yes, Mistresses, please, I beg you, hit them and hit them hard.”

“Count the strokes for us, Slave, and if you miscount, we’ll start again.”

Patti struck Jane’s right tit with the whip in her right hand. Susan followed by striking her left tit with the whip held in her left hand as she was left handed. Jane kept her poise and her position.

“One, thank you Mistress. Two, thank you mistress. If it pleases you Mistresses, please whip my tits harder, please. If it pleases you, Mistresses, bind each one. Wrap them tight and make them swell and get hard,” she said.

The dancers thought that was a splendid idea and snapped five wide rubber bands around each globe until they stood out proudly and looked like the chrome grill work on a 1960’s Cadillac. Then they whipped those bouncing orbs again and again.

Her tits began to turn a deeper shade of purple under their continuing punishment. In a quivering voice, she counted and thanked the dancers each time they hit her. The last five swats from both girls made Jane sway back and forth in intense pain. Tears were in her eyes, but she did not make a sound.

“Mistresses, I beg you now to whip my ass fifty times. Please let my tits get a rest, but whip my ass with all your might,” Jane said.

The same alternating stoke process was repeated on her ass as it was with her tits. Jane not only counted but pressed her ass out behind her to meet each stroke.

“Boy, you’ve got one honey of an ass, Slave. It deserves a lot of attention ’cause it’s really nice. I’m gon’a, rub it and whip it fifty more times. It really turns me on,” Susan said huskily.

“Now, Slut, grab your tits and squeeze them even tighter than the bands as we continue to whip your ass. Excite your nipples. Pull them and let’s see how hard you can get them,” Patti demanded.

Jane pulled her nipples hard and grunted as she increased the pressure on each sensitive nipple.

“Mistresses, thank you for the compliments on my ass. If it pleases you, you might want to whip my ass some more. More pain might make my nipples even harder. And, then if it pleases you, I beg you to whip the front of my legs, my thighs, thirty times, please.”

The dancers were getting weary just hitting poor Jane, but they had a mission and they were going to carry it out. They often took a rest and stroked Jane’s clit and slid their fingers deep into her cunt just to make her moan. They never let her cum but they kept her on the edge of pain and pleasure just about all afternoon.

It wouldn’t be any time soon when they would have another naked girl begging them to inflict sever punishment to her body. They were on fire with sexual energy themselves and were looking forward to having Jane between their legs when they were finished whipping her.

Jane was counting and thinking ahead. She knew which part of her body would be most ready for the next onslaught; and she got it.

“Patti, have you ever hit a girl with a cane?” asked Susan.

Jane quivered at the thought of what the girls might have in mind.

“No, I haven’t but Jane seems like a good candidate to be my first. Why don’t I just hit her twice.

“Slave, pick up your tits by your nipples and pull them high. Spread your legs further!”

When Jane had assumed a position suitable to Patti, she swung a 36 inch cane twice directly at the very top of Jane’s thighs; almost directly across her cunt. She hit her hard both times. Jane was caught off guard and dropped to her knees in pain

“Well, done, Patti. You certainly have made an impression on poor old Jane here. Look at those welts! They should be with her for a while,” said Susan.

“Your turn, Susan.”

“Stand up, Slave. It’s my turn to give you my two best strokes. Stand up straight and tall. Put your legs together and tighten your leg muscles.”

Susan swung two fierce strokes at Jane’s strained and aching calves. These strokes also took Jane by complete surprise and hurt so much that she screamed in pain. She fell to the floor in agony.

“Pain Slut, crawl over here and worship my feet; kiss them. And, kiss Patti’s feet too. Tell us how much you love us and thank us for spending so much time with you today.”

Finally, after she had prostrated herself respectfully before her tormenters and when her legs were striped and her tits, back, and belly were red with welts, the dancers gave Jane a big hug and told her she had performed well.

They said she had shown great tolerance for pain and an uncommon knack for submission. They told her to relax and take a cold shower and promised to administer creams and oils to her aching body when she returned.

“Now Slave, we need to get to work and we want to have your ready to show off to the other girls and Brenda. So, we’re going to keep you naked with your arms behind you, handcuffed around the center hall column. We are sure everyone will find you there and will be interested in how you spent the afternoon. The key to the cuffs will be on the mantel but don’t tell anyone where they are except Mistress Brenda.”

The End of Day and Knight Volume I, Chapter # 8

NOTE: Volume II of this work will introduce several additional dominant men and women and several more submissive women into the lives of Patti Day and Susan Knight. It will describe more fully how each girl expands their own awareness of various erotic rituals, deepens their own individual passions, and cements their personal relationships.

Publication of this Second Volume is expected between early and mid April 2007.

Please take a moment to give me some feedback regarding Volume I of this tale.

Thank you, LC