Day and Knight Volume II

They arrived at the theater before six and decided against eating anything. Susan, who had begun to take charge of things earlier, now took absolute command; a decision born of her intention to set the atmosphere for the hours to follow. Patti began chatting idly and mentioned that she thought Tony and his girl would arrive first. Susan was not in the mood to chat and she only wanted Patti to be thinking of the performance, so she told her, firmly, to keep quiet and settle into her most subservient and compliant head space.

She took charge so completely that she undressed Patti completely herself and blindfolded her with a two inch wide strip of soft leather. Susan dressed Patti in some of the items she had ordered from George Bourgeois specialty clothing shoppe; the waist cincher, leather vest, and short leather, side slit, skirt, a leather collar, plus the fashionable high heeled shoes, from Mr. Farr‘s bootery, rounded out the outfit. Susan made sure Patti was wearing the gold ‘Sex Slave Patti’ ankle bracelet Roger had bought for her. Susan told Patti to sit alone until the show was ready to begin with her hands tied in front of her.

The paid door man, in his rented outfit, met the guests at the door and checked their names against the prepared register. He was a former navy seal and no one was going to mess with him. As Patti had predicted, Tony and his girlfriend were the first to arrive.

Tony had decided to treat this night as a “premier opening” and had rented a tuxedo. His girl wore a very short cocktail dress, with off-the- shoulder straps and nifty high heels without hose.

Susan greeted Tony and asked if he and his girl were comfortable seeing a slave girl in action. The girl seemed at ease with the whole idea and she could tell that Tony himself was all too eager.

“Cute girl, good body,” thought Susan, “Wonder if she has see it all before?” The two of them sat easily at the very front table and Susan brought them a watered down version of their favorite drink.

Mr. and Mrs. Farr were cute. He could not hide his erection right from the very first. “What had he told his wife to get her here?’’ Susan smiled to herself. She concluded that what the wife knew or didn’t know was of no concern to her; not her problem. They were there and she brought them to their table and hustled off to get a bottle of Champaign and two flutes.

Brenda and the other girls who lived at Brenda’s house came next. Susan gave the four fashion models one table per couple and Brenda and Jane were sat at another. The arrangements had been discussed with Brenda in advance and allowed for private chit chat.

George Bourgeois and his young male companion arrived next. “I wonder who is in charge of this relationship,” Susan mused. That question was quickly answered when the companion was introduced as “boy toy”. George ordered ‘boy toy’ to sit on the floor of the club while he himself ordered a cold beer.

Jack and Joan arrived. Joan was wearing her own slave choker and was dark glasses as if that helped mask her identity. She too wore a drafty black dress with heels and no hose. She must have been wearing an uplift bra because there was a lot of her showing at the top of the scooped neckline.

Laurel, Todd, and Roger slipped in behind everyone else. Laurel, wore a short, skin tight, dress and thigh high boots. Todd and Roger were also attired in tuxedoes. Todd had added a red pleated formal shirt and a white bow tie and cummerbund to distinguish him from Roger. Both men were quite dashing.

For a room that normally, on show nights, was teeming with people, there was a strange subdued intimacy. Susan had chosen some light Latin music and it was playing nicely for atmosphere. The house lights were dim and no bustling waiters were running between the tables. There was enough room to move around and the conversations, what there were of them, were muted.

From her position behind stage, Susan could see Roger nod to indicate that it was “show time.” She brought up the stage lights, and brought down the house lights. She dampened the stage lights and brought up a sharp spot to center stage against the curtain and emerged herself in a dazzling, provocative, leather outfit and boots. It wasn’t the traditional dominatrix get up, but it was eye-popping.

“Ladies and gentleman, thank you for coming tonight. My name is Susan. I’m here at the request of Mr. Claret and Patti, and with the permission of my own mistress, Brenda over there. Patti Day is my dance partner here at the club under normal circumstances, but tonight I’m her mistress and will be dealing with her sternly and in a way that she is not likely to forget. Certainly, she has never seen me act severely especially to her. She might be shocked, and you may be too.

“It’s my hope that you all will see just how well trained as a sex slave Patti has become. Patti will address me as ‘Mistress’ tonight which might be hard for her since we are partners in our professional life. Let’s see how she does.

“I will put her through her paces but I have no qualms at all if anyone of you wants to applaud at something you like or if you want to say something or even come up to the stage during the program. Whistling may be appropriate from time-to-time as well. Now let me get the star of the show… Patti Day.”

Susan slipped back behind the curtain and removed the strap that bound Patti’s hands together. She slowly opened the curtain. There was Patti standing in another circle of light, blindfolded, and dressed in her reveling and evocative leather ware.

“Ladies and gentleman, let me present Patti Day. Please put your hands together and help me welcome her to the stage. Isn’t she a sight?”

As the polite applause started to dim, Susan said. “I want you to see all of the various sides of Patti’s submissiveness tonight. So let’s begin.”

Susan turned and slipped the leather vest Patti was wearing off her shoulders exposing her wonderful tits and drawing attention to her very tightly laced waist cincher.

“Put your arms behind your neck and arch your back so the folks can see, and truly appreciate, your tits, Slave.”

“Ladies and gentleman, notice, you can see Patti from this side,” Susan smiled to herself at her subtle humor.

Susan turned Patti so she faced the left wing of the stage giving a very special view of the profile of Patti’s high and full tits. With that, Susan reached around Patti and cupped her tits in her hands, lifting them even higher than they were normally. She bounced them energetically for the entertainment of the audience. She squeezed Patti’s nipples hard and pulled them away from her body.

“Now, you can see her from this side. Turn to the audience, Slave,” she said sternly.”

She again cupped Patties full tits and bounced them up and down again for the amusement of the folks.

“You should see her from this side too. Turn to the other side, Slave.”

Again, the audience was treated to the full profile of Patti’s well developed tits and the ministrations Susan applied to them.

The audience showed their appreciation by more lively applause.

“Now, ladies and gentleman, let’s see Patti’s wonderful, world class, legs.”

Susan pulled at the sides of the Patti’s leather skirt. The Velcro holding it together parted to display Patti almost nude. Susan instantly folded the skirt and laid it on her stage stool.

“Spread those legs, Slave, and keep your back bowed so we all get the full impact of your lovely body.”

The soft music was toned down and Susan turned on the video tape which had been previously programmed to show the edited versions of Patti’s previous training and discipline sessions.

“Ladies and gentleman. Let me draw your attention to the video that will be playing during the show. They illustrate the ways that Patti has been stripped, whipped, caned, fucked, and tormented in other ways showing her submissive side during the past year at various places here in the city.”

Patti could hear the rustle of chairs being pushed around for a better view of the videos. She felt the small hairs on her body stand on end in her embarrassment.

“And let me bring your attention to Patti’s lovely leather wear tonight. It was hand crafted by Mr. George Bourgeois here. It is beautiful and it looked great on Patti, don’t ya think?”

The appreciative audience applauded again.

“And, folks, get a look at the ankle strapped, high heels, Patti is wearing. They are five inch stiletto’s, crafted by Mr. Farr over there. Patti is one of only a few slave girls who can wear heels that high while blindfolded without assistance.

“And, stop looking at her well manicured and very tight cunt. Mr. Tony. Look at the footwear!”

Tony was embarrassed at the laughter offered at his expense but he asked sheepishly, “Can I touch her like you did Mistress, Susan?”

“Sure Tony, come on up here.”

When he jumped on the stage, Susan took him by the hand and gave him a tube of ‘Hot as Ice’. She figured he’d know what to do with it. But, before he got his hands sticky with the cream, he drifted back to the moment he first touched Patti, and let his hands slowly roam all over her body right down to her strong calves. He felt her hard tits and nipples and smelled the perfume on her neck.

He opened the cream tube and spread it liberally on her nipples. Patti winced at the unexpected and unpleasant sensations. Tony fingered her cunt and ass hole with his fingers before he applied the stimulating cream to her there too.

When he had gotten all the free feels he was going to get from Patti that night he left the stage. His girl was waiting for him. The audience heard her say, “Sweetheart, do you need relief? I’ll suck you off right, right now, if you give me the word.”

It was the loudest utterance of the night. And, she was on her knees and busy by the time Tony was in his chair.

“Well, that was fun, wasn’t it?” Susan said with a knowing smile.

“Slave, I want you to show the people how you can have an orgasm right here on stage in those great heels. I’m going to grease you up some more with a very expensive silicon lubricant which will mix well with your own cunt juices. It won’t let you dry out. I’ll slather some up your cute ass too.

“Spread your legs and use your fingers to spread your labia so we can all see what you have going in there and then I want you to slowly sensitize your clit. Let everyone else see how large it gets. I’ll just sit on my stage stool over here and watch you from the side.”

As Patti became more vigorous, Susan could tell she was beginning to get close to an orgasm. She walked over to Patti and told her to stop fingering herself. She gave her a rather large, flexible, dildo and had her sink it into her vagina and plunge it quickly in and out. Patti was embarrassed to the max when she was ordered to perform all this activity in public when previously it had been her private secret.

“I guess, Susan, is really trying to it plain that I’m a slut; a slut who will do anything she is ordered to do. I’m ashamed and proud at the same time. I can’t figure out my own feelings right now,” she thought to herself.

“Now, Slave, let’s see you really masturbate for us. Take this large portable vibrator and spread your legs so we can all see what’s going on.”

Patti’s hands shook as she placed the vibrating mechanism against her clit and almost immediately shuddered in a raging orgasm.

“Ok Patti, that’s enough, stop it! Give me the vibrator. You need to control yourself, slut. Give me the vibrator, now.

“But, while you are still in the mood, I’m going to wipe off the hot gel and give you some clothes pins. Your task will be to place these pins all over your body while your appreciative audience watches where you place them and gets another drink. Make sure you get a few on your tits, nipples and cunt, because if you don’t, I will.”

Patti thought she might again die from embarrassment. Yet, in truth, she was having the time of her life. And, she was wondering what Roger and Laurel were thinking. She really was trying hard to impress them and make them happy with her.

When all the pins were in place and without warning, Susan came on stage. She added fishing weights to the pins Patti had clipped to her nipples and cunt lips. The audience applauded at the stoic way Patti dealt with the additional pain and as she arched her body haughtily, without being told, so the folks could see the stress she was enduring.

When Susan decided to remove the pins and weights, everyone heard Patti suck her breath inward, hard, between her lips, as the blood in those normally blood filled areas flowed back forcefully and painfully.

“OK slave, now get on your hands and knees. I’m going to attach a doggie leash on you and take you for a walk. The lease will be attached to your nipples so follow closely or it could be painful.”

The walk took them into, and face-to-face with, the audience.

“Ladies, this walk is for you. I will lead Patti to each of you on her knees. She will come up to you on her hands and knees like the submissive slut that she is and sit up like a dog and bark to indicate she is begging you to let her be your pet. If you want to touch her or give her an order, just say so. She will obey any order you give her. Won’t you Slave?”

“Yes, Mistress, tonight I’m in the frame of mind for just about anything, Ma’am.”

“See, I told you girls, this slave is a real slut. This may be the last time in your life any slave girl will be so willing to obey you. I’ll be leading Patti around the room and will get to you soon.”

Most of the women in the club did have Patti spread her knees so they could reach between her legs and tease her. They knew she couldn’t see them and therefore spent as much time as they wanted taunting her and playing with her clit. It seemed that most of all they wanted to determine if she got any wetter than they did.

By the time Susan got Patti back to the front of the room, Tony and his girlfriend were just about finished doing what came naturally to them and Zena, as she had been introduced, was wiping her face. Zena asked Susan to remove the clips on Patti’s nipples so she could really get a good grip on Patti’s tits. Susan told Patti to get her arms behind her neck and to arch her tits out far to help Zena with her examination.

“Wow. She’s really got some knockers. Hard and full. I’ll bet she looks great in a tight sweater, Please, let her stand up, I’d like to suck on her nipples for a while, if you don’t mind,” Zena said.

“Who wants to suck on Patti’s nipples besides Zena, here?” Susan asked.

Jane and the fashion models all got in a row behind Zena and consecutively they sucked and tongued her sensitive nipples until Patti thought she would have a climax right there.

“OK folks let me get Patti back on stage. I think Master Roger has something in mind.”

Roger was turned-on to say the least.

Susan backed away as Roger took the stage. He kissed Patti full on her lips and hugged her naked body hard. She tongued him deeply in return. He rolled his hands up and down her torso which was even narrower than normal because of the cincher. He wondered just how she could breath. He slid two fingers in her ass and was satisfied that he could penetrate her with ease there.

“On your knees, Slave. I need to see your ass a different color than it is right now. Bend forward and arch your back. Beg me to whip you and beg me to fuck your ass. Let the folks hear your request or you’ll get more than you bargained for.”

When Patti was on her knees with her back bowed and her tits flat on the stage, she said, “Master would you please whip my ass hard and fuck me there. It’s been some time since you beat me and fucked me in the ass. This might be just the time to treat me like the pain slut I am, here in front of these nice people. I only hope you are satisfied with me tonight.”

Susan handed Roger a new flogger. He swung it for feel then hit her ass cruelly. She moved forward just a fraction under the force of the blow. “Stay in place, slut, or I’ll hit you even harder,” he said.

After twenty hard strokes, Patti was sobbing and her ass was red and blotchy. “Kiss my feet, Slave, and thank me for whipping you. You are a worthless slut slave if I’ve ever heard of one.”

“Master, please I’m sorry if I displeased you, Sir,” she said as she hugged his ankles and kissed his pointy black boots. “Thank you for beating me, Sir. I deserved it. Thank you again, Sir.”

He said he accepted her apology and waited a moment for her contrite and abject humility to sink in with the audience. He had her kneel facing the right wing of the stage. He kicked her knees open wide and knelt behind her.

“Are you ready to let these nice people see me fuck your ass, Slave?”

The audience cheered in anticipation. And Patti said that she was indeed ready in a loud, yet trembling, voice.

He grabbed her around her constricted waist and pushed himself deeply, in one thrust, into her bowels. It wasn’t long before Patti could feel his hot spunk flow into her and she felt a pride that not many girls in the world ever know.

Patti drew the stage curtain closed on the two of them and let them rest.

“We’ll take an intermission now folks. Get some drinks and some snacks. Patti will be back soon,” Susan said.