DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME II

Chapter # 1

A LOOK BACK…

In volume I of this story, you were introduced to two dancers; Patti Day who was white and Susan Knight who was black. The girls were dance partners actually, but were as different as their last names. They were now the featured act at Clairet’s Musical Review company in Manhattan, New York.

Patti was the sex slave of Roger Clairet and his wife, Laurel. They owned the review company. Susan was the sex slave of Brenda Fuller who owned a restaurant in Manhattan. Brenda also had another slave, Jane, who was really a pain slut of the first order. When Patti and Susan first met they had no idea they shared the same erotic submissive proclivities. Once their shared ‘secret’ was out, quite unintentionally, they became fast friends on an entirely different level from their professional partnership.

Roger had earlier told Laurel about Patti’s long weekend at Brenda’s home and the time she spent getting pleasure from Jane, Brenda’s other slave, and of having the opportunity to aggressively dominate Jane. He asked Laurel to have Patti explain how she felt about this experience and also, to help Patti purchase some erotic, customized, clothing.

It’s here that we pick up the story again…

Now for Chapter # 1

As Laurel drove to George Bourgeoi’s custom garment shoppe, Patti talked openly of the pleasure she had received at Brenda’s the previous weekend especially from the ministrations of Jane’s experienced tongue and her silver tongue stud. She also mentioned the sex session she had shared with all of the girls who lived in Brenda’s house when they ganged up on poor Jane in the living room.

When they arrived at the designers out-of-the-way studio, Patti had her list ready. Roger would pay the bill, so she was going to go whole hog. She wanted a soft leather hood, a posture collar, a personalized slave collar, an inflatable penis gag, a soft leather blindfold, a leather uplift bra with nipple holes, a cunt and ass plug belt, a classic leather waist cincher, a leather vest, a pair of soft leather elbow-length gloves, a full length single arm sleeve, a full wrap-around cape, and an assortment of tight, soft, leather side-slit skirts of varying lengths including one with no rear panel and one which was to be so tight and long that it would more appropriately be called a ‘hobble’ skirt.

Watching Patti get fitted for her leather wardrobe was a turn-on for Laurel. George measured her every crease and curve. When he was finished, he knew more about Patti’s body than she did. His hands were workman like, not sensuous, even thought they were pressing at the most private and sensitive areas of her nude body. He had her assume various position so he would know what tolerance would be required to let her bend, stretch, and stoop.

George had done this work before, and he was all business as Laurel looked on. The measurement of the ass and cunt plugs was something Patti had not bargained for. How wide, how long, how hard? She was tingling with desire after all the various sterilized insertions were made. She looked at Laurel as if to ask if she could get some sexual relief. Laurel caught her intent and didn’t wait.

“Let’s take a break from all this while we watch Patti here,finger fuck herself to climax. She would like that and so would I,” Laurel announced.

“That’s not exactly what I had in mind,” thought Patti, “but it’s too late now.”

She was on display. Naked. Using the dildos and her fingers, she worked to get the right pressure for climax. She rocked on her feet, her knees bent, her eyes shut. There it was finally, a shattering response. Pleasurable and without modesty. Laurel smiled at Patti so see he she also noticed that George seemed uninterested. Either he was gay or he had been as hardened to such activity as a surgeon might be hardened to the sight of blood.

They would make many return trips for fittings, of course, and the final products would be ready in several more months. Laurel accompanied Patti to each fitting offering advise along the way; advise that was intended to increase the sensual quality of the items Patti had ordered.

Laurel always brought Patti back to their house after their trips together as a means of getting to know her better and of course to engage in some exciting girl-on-girl action. She liked it when Patti referred to her as ‘Mistress’ and it was not uncommon for Laurel to test Patti to see how she reacted to her as a dominant woman. And, it was not uncommon for Laurel to have Patti pose naked and at attention just outside the direct view of the window of her main sitting room.

Patti, in true slave fashion, always remained in place where her mistress stationed her or moved erotically at her command. Laurel felt the surge of power over Patti and it added to her sexual tension. Seeing Patti’s exciting body, naked and at her command, added to her building sexual appetite.

On one such private, yet exciting occasion, the buzzer at the front door sounded. “Who the hell could that be?” Thought Laurel. “I’m in the middle of some pretty good fantasies here.”

When Laurel went to answer the buzzer. Patti got nervous. “Oh, god, what will this lead to?” she thought as she stood in her heels, naked, and fully exposed. Patti could not see what was happening beyond the entryway wall. But, she could hear Laurel talking to someone. Someone she apparently knew; a lady friend by the way it all sounded.

Patti did not attempt to hide, but her legs began to quake at the thought that Laurel would let the lady inside the apartment to see her submissive nakedness. The discussion at the door went on and on. Laurel seemed to either want to contain the discussion at the door or to have the woman come back at another time. But, still the discussion continued as Patti grew more apprehensive.

Quite suddenly, Laurel was in the living room, and beside her was a rather will dressed women in her early thirties. Patti nearly fainted. She could feel the blood drain from her head from the humiliation. She remained steady on her feet however.

Did she feel her posture slump? Did her shoulders come together? She hoped not, feeling that any show of embarrassment at this time would only work against her as the situation played out.

“Joan, this is Patti,” Laurel said. “She is Roger’s sex slave and I’ve got her in the position Roger likes so she’s ready when he gets home. Patti is totally submissive. I’ve never told you about her because I was afraid you would show too much curiosity and frankly, even though you’re my best friend, some things, after all, are private.”

“Good god,” thought Patti, “will the embarrassment never stop. Here I am, totally nude in front of Laurel and her best friend. One more stranger who knows of my uninhibited submissiveness. What’s next? Thank goodness that I had my experiences with Brenda and her girls or I would certainly have fainted by now.”

“Well aren’t you just a spectacular specimen of a young girl,” Joan said without addressing Patti directly. “Stunning legs. And, not to put too sharp a point on it, you’ve got great tits, too.”

“”I had no idea you and Roger were involved in this sort of stuff. I wish You had told me. My Jack and I are into some bondage and discipline, but having your own sex slave is really far out. What fun!” she said to Laurel.

Joan sounded too phony for Patti’s taste.

“Can I look at her close up?” Joan inquired.

She realized that Patti was avoiding her gaze and felt far less awkward about inspecting Patti’s body since Patti wasn’t looking back at her. Joan gained confidence when she realized that Patti did not show irritation at her curiosity or about being the center of attention. No point in her feeling up tight if the slave wasn’t. Her intimate inspection of Patti would give her something to talk about with Jack when he got home and it made her wet as hell.

“Sure, you can touch Patti if you wish. She won’t mind. Will you, Patti?” Laurel asked.

“That will be fine Ma’am. Whatever you wish, Ma’am,” Patti replied.

Patti however was mortified. She did keep her eyes averted but her juices flowed. Joan touched her right nipple and it became hard at once. Joan pulled on both nipples. Both of the friends were feeling frisky and forceful. They could feel their own libidos soaring.

“These women need an old fashioned, long and hard, fucking tonight. They are really on fire.” Patti thought.

Joan stepped back from Patti so she could take in the full image of the girl. Patti kept her pose and her poise.

Laurel said she thought she heard Roger coming in and mentioned that perhaps that Joan might want to take the opportunity to leave. They could talk and visit later.

Joan was in fact leaving when Roger passed by her at the door and gave her a peck of affection on her flushed cheek. When he closed the door behind him, he saw the full image of Patti explode before him.

“Does, Joan know?” asked Roger looking at Patti standing naked and spread in the center of the room.

“She does now,” answered Laurel.

“And, as far as I can tell, Joan is one turned-on little slut herself at this point. She implied to me, for the first time, that she was submissive to Jack. I’ll bet he’s in for a treat tonight.”

“Slave, you do look good and it’s no wonder Joan got excited. Some women need clothing to look good Slave, but you look better naked than any other women I know. And, that’s a fact.”

It was said as a true, loving, compliment and Patti knew he was sincere which was one of the reasons she loved him and loved to serve him.

“Now, why don’t you run along now and fix Laurel and me a scotch and water.” It was said in the form of an order not a request which was another reason she loved him and loved to serve him.

“How do you want to use Patti tonight, Laurel? You can see that I’m ready for anything. I had in mind taking her to Todd’s place, but I think she can be useful here. Agree?”

Laurel didn’t know what to say. Roger had usually taken Patti to Todd’s mansion for her slave training, but now he was suggesting that she stay for the night. Was he thinking of making it a threesome? She wasn’t interested in that because she did not want Roger screwing any other women including Patti. But, she quickly thought of a plan that she felt would be agreeable to Roger.

“Let’s keep Patti aroused all night. Let’s keep her in some painful bondage. Let’s frustrate her and let her see you fucking the living crap out of me. Let’s make her watch us fuck ourselves to a frenzy but keep her from coming herself. Does that sound good?”

Patti brought the drinks and Roger made her stand next to him with her legs spread wide. As he talked to Laurel, he absentmindedly fingered Patti’s cunt paying special attention to her swollen clit. His constant fiddling was driving Patti crazy but she had no way to stop his incessant fingering. She was hot, wet, and ready to come.

Roger tired of tormenting the poor girl’s clit and rose to get some bondage material. He and Laurel laid Patti on her stomach and buckled thick straps around each ankle and her corresponding thigh. They tipped her up on her knees and pulled her arms tightly behind her above her elbows and around again her wrists. They secured her waist and her chest, just under her tits, with leather bindings which held her firmly, facing forward, against one of their center hall columns.

This position thrust Patti’s tits out and put her mouth at just the right level for Rogers cock. He jammed his prick in her mouth. She began to gag. He pushed and pushed until she took his member all the way down her throat. But, he held back and refused to shoot his load into her.

Laurel applied a full measure of ‘Hot as Ice’ cream to Patti’s cunt and to each nipple. Because she was securely bound, the only thing that could move were her flexible tits and nipples and Laurel used a set of hospital grade forceps to flex them to the max. When Laurel was sure Patti was good and sore, she applied another glob of the ‘Hot as Ice’ cream and some ice cubes to each nipple making Patti moan with a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.

Laurel let Patti in on their plan for the evening. While she was still bound to the column and suffering the torment applied to her sensitive erogenous zones, the couple was going to make love and have wonderfully energetic time of it. It would be Patti’s job to keep Roger’s cock clean and count how many orgasms she had and how many times Roger shot his wad into her.

Additionally, to make sure she was intently watching their erotic activities, she was to keep her eyes on their hands. If either one of them held up any of their fingers while they were fucking, she was to call out the number of fingers they were holding up. For every mistake or omission she made, she was told she would get five hard whips across her, now very vulnerable, tits.

“Do you want me to fuck your ass now, Laurel?” he asked as he removed her from the column. “If so, get on your knees and stick your butt up with your tits on the ground.

That’s exactly the poise that Laurel struck.

“Now, pull your ass cheeks apart and I’ll lub your asshole,” he said.

With a few shifting movements Roger was in her ass and Laurel looked Patti in the eye. “You remember you will keep his cock clean with your mouth, Slave.”

Roger did not allow himself the satisfaction of coming in Laurel’s ass but he did like the ways she moved on his stiff prick. He exited her ass and moved to Patti’s waiting mouth. She lick him clean all the way to his ball sack.

“Master, if it pleases you, perhaps I can do a better job if you pull me closer to you by pulling on my nipples. Just a thought, Master!” she added.

She moaned in pain as Roger just about pulled her tits off her chest. She loved it.

When the couple finished bauffing their brains out in every position, imaginable, they were convinced that Patti had been watching them closely as she had been ordered to do. She had counted perfectly.

“Did you want any of that action, Slave,” Laurel asked.

“Mistress, you looked like you were having a grand time of it and yes, if was up to me, I would have loved to be part of your sex play.”

“Well, forget it, Slave, that was all for me and you don’t get anything,” got it?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I’m just the slave girl here, Mistress. I deserve nothing and only get what you give me.”

“Well, remember the tit whipping I promised if you messed up in your count. Your going to get it anyway. Those tits of yours are just to alluring right now not to get the whipping of their lives. Don’t you think your tits deserve to be whipped if I want to whip them, Slave?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I do want you to whip my tits if that will please you Ma’am. Please whip them hard. I will hold them up for you, Ma’am. That way they will be very vulnerable. And, as I remember, they haven’t been whipped recently.”

“You’re right. They will get fifty good ones and you will count each one. Don’t loose count or you know the consequences,” Laurel said. “Let’s give Roger a good show, shall we? He’s going to take some videos of you. That way you’ll know what you look like getting your tits beaten. I’ll make them colder if you don‘t mind.” With that, she liberally pressed more cream and ice onto each aching orb while the video and audio camera was set in motion.

“What is your name, Slave?” Roger asked. He like to hear her humble herself by acknowledging her slave status to him as often as he thought to ask her that question. He was excited to have her submissive voice recorded as well.

“My name is sex slave, Patti, Master.”

“Are you a slut slave?”

Yes, Master I’m a slut slave. I love to service you and anyone else you command me to service, Sir.”

“Are you a cock sucking, slut slave, Patti?”

“Yes Master, I do suck cock when you want me to. And, I like you to make me suck your cock, Master, and any other cock you want me to suck, Sir.”

“Do you take cock deep in your throat and do you swallow all the cum that goes into you, Slave?”

“Yes, Master. I can take most cocks down all the way. I like it that way and I do keep all the cum I can get, Master.”

“Are you a pain slut, Slave?”

“Yes, Master, I get off on the pain you and Mistress Laurel inflict on me. I love you both. I want to please you and will willingly accept your punishment, Sir.”

“Are you looking forward to Mistress, beating your tits now, pain slut, Patti?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir. I’m ready. Anxious and tense because it will hurt badly, but I’m ready Sir.”

Patti cried out loudly during her tit whipping. Laurel showed no mercy and by the fiftieth stroke, Patti’s tits were swollen and almost purple from the intense flogging.

Patti kept her tits raised high for Laurel but she cried silently during the entire ordeal. Laurel let Patti calm down a bit, then led her to the bed in the spare room for the night.

“There’s more where that came from, slut,” she said in an agitated tone as she laid Patti on the soft mattress.

“And, I want Joan to see the movies to see how much of a pain slut you really are and how much of a battering I give your little tits, slave. ”

Patti shivered at the thought.

End of “Day and Knight Volume II” Chapter # 1

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME II

Chapter # 2

Roger bore his stiff and highly sensitive cock deeply into his wife’s well lubricated cunt. They watched the splayed image of his slave, Patti, bound tightly before them, her face twisted by unfulfilled sexual tension. This was not the first time they had tormented her by requiring her to watch them make wild, and highly arousing ,sex.

Roger let go and his cum spurted under great pressure into his wife. She could feel it enter her, warm and thick. And to him, it felt hot all the way to the end of his prick. He was giving himself the final pleasures of his climax by tightening his ass muscles and thrusting downward into Laurel. He turned toward Patti and said, “Slave, you now have my permission to climax now, it you can manage it,” which he knew she couldn’t because of her restraining bondage.

His power to dominate her is what made him so attracted to Patti. His wife came first of course, literally and figuratively. And, Patti, for her part, realized she needed him to dominate and master her completely. She could feel his affection and tenderness toward her even during times like this one where he was teasing and tormenting her body mercilessly. She was, in the end, satisfied to be pleasing him and grateful for the chance to do so.

Roger had given her an order to fix up her own apartment in such a way so he could discipline and train her there. It was getting toward the time when his friend Todd would be returning to his mansion full time and they would have to stop use his secret dungeon.

Roger had not put a time limit on her getting the job completed but she knew there was some urgency. And Roger had not put an constraints on her as to the equipment or fixtures she should include in the job. Again, this task would be another instance where she would be responsible for constructing the devices which he would use for her own torment and torture. What an charming idea. Every time she thought about it in those terms, she would get instantly wet and horny.

The End of “Day and Knight Volume II” Chapter # 2

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME II

Chapter # 3

Roger had a business dinner that evening and was taking Laurel, his wife, to the affair. Patti was disappointed when she learned of his plans but, of course, knew Roger was in control He promised to call her to set a date to dedicate the remodeling job on her apartment within a week.

He called her early one morning. “Be ready tonight, Slave.” That’s all he said before he hung up. She could feel the sexual tension between her legs just about the same time she heard the receiver hit the cradle.

Patti was waiting for Roger in her most vampy five inch heels, naked, as he liked to see her. The apartment sparkled with it’s new furnishings, modern wall hangings, and with some fresh and interesting art objects. She was anxious for him to see the place but somehow knew he would be pleased.

“Master, thank you for coming. I’m sure you recall seeing all the new gadgets and furnishings that are here now. I would be pleased if you would use them and me for your pleasure tonight, Sir,” she said from a kneeling position with her head touching the floor.

To set the mood for her, he said sternly, “On you knees, Slave, and spread ‘em so I can see your smooth cunt. Suck my cock and get it down your throat quickly.”

He let her unzip his pants and fondle his prick before sucking and pulling on it with a vigor he had seldom seen. Her behavior told him she was hot and on top of her game that night and that he would have some difficulty holding her in check.

She settled back with her legs wide apart. He reached down to her and grabbed a nipple in each hand. He pulled them between his thumb and forefinger upward and then outward toward his balls. She kept working his cock. He told her to take him deeper and to pull him with her mouth vigorously. As he squeezed her nipples harder, they found a rhythm which put them both into a space unto themselves. He had to work to control his ejaculation; too early and it would ruin the evening, so he pulled out abruptly.

“Are you upset with me Master?” she asked.

“No Slave, you were doing well. Actually too well. You were on the verge of getting my load and then I’d have nothing left for you for quite a while. But, I brought you a present. Remember those videos I took of you being tit whipped by Laurel a few weeks ago? Well, I got good pictures and good sound that night. I’m going to tie you up and blindfold you and let you hear what we heard. I hope you enjoy it.”

Roger took her to the large, expensively designed and built, X frame that was erected against a wall in the living room. It was there intentionally and quite visibly, to remind Patti of her subservient status in life. He stretched her legs wide and buckled them at her ankle, knee, and just below her cunt. He pulled her arms above her head and snapped her wrists into cuffs at the top of the frame.

Each of the bindings were magnetically activated by remote control so he could release her, body part by body part, just by pressing a few buttons. Further, there was a small inflatable cushion at the center of the frame. When this cushion was inflated it gave an additional arch to her back and strain to her position. For now, she was stretched tightly with her tits, core muscles, and rib cage shown nicely. But especially exciting for Roger was her muscular and shapely legs which were shown off in an excitedly erotic manner by her very high heels.

To add to her discomfort, he snapped a stiff steel tit clip to each of her nipples. Patti moaned in her distress but knew that no matter what she said or did at this point, it would have no effect of her dear master’s decision to torment her.

Roger settled back in a comfortable chair and admired the shapely and bound form of his dear slave girl. He set the video machine on and she heard her own voice answering Roger’s questions regarding her position in life. She was validating to him -- confirming in her own words -- that she was indeed his slave, his slut slave, his pain slut, his cock sucking slut slave, and other acknowledgements of her consensual subservient status.

She heard Laurel swishing her flogger in the air, then actually whipping her tits. She could hear each snap of the whip and she could hear herself cry out at the throbbing pain. Her cries were pathetic and she recoiled against her bonds again and again at the punishment she had previously endured.

Roger fingered and rolled her clit during the show. She was totally aroused and she tried to press herself against his hand to get additional pressure.

He took the tit clip off her right nipple and the blood coursed into it causing a red hot flash of stabbing pain followed by an intense throbbing ache. She forgot about her clit and tried to pray away the terrible feeling in her tit.

“Oh, Master, that hurt. It hurt so bad. Please show mercy on my left tit when you take off the other clip, please, Sir.”

“What makes you think I’ll be removing that clip any time soon, Slave?” he ask tauntingly. “As you think about your tit, think about this. Laurel’s girl friend, Joan, has seen this video and she really got off watching you get your tits whipped. Actually, I watched her finger herself to climax watching you. What do you think of that?”

“Master, it seems every time I turn around I’m being embarrassed and humiliated in a different way. I’m being exposed as the pain slut I am to another perfect stranger. You are the Master, and I’m just the slave. It’s your decision how you treat me. I just have to take it all, the bitter and the sweet.”

“OK, I’ll buy that for now, Slave. But, I’m going to undo the restraints holding your wrists. I want you to lower your arms and with your fingers I want you to spread your cunt lips. Show me how wide you can stretch them. Let me see right up into your fuck hole.”

He made her hold her hole open wide for over five minutes before he said, “Slave, now show me your clit. Make it come out far from its hood. Pinch it. Rub it. Get yourself hot and ready to climax. I’m feeling very charitable tonight. I might even let you cum if you beg just right.”

Patti’s heart raced as she worked her clit until it became the center of her universe. He could sense that she was on the edge when he released the clip on her left nipple.

Patti went berserk. She screamed and slumped against the bonds holding her fast to the X frame. She took her hands away from her cunt and grabbed her tits; hugging them against the new pain.

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god…” she kept repeating as tears ran down her cheeks. “That was worse than the other one Master. Please don’t be mad at me, but my tits have taken a real pummeling these past weeks. Please take pity on me, Sir.” Her words turned to quiet sobs as Roger looked on.

“That’s enough of your pity party, Slave. Put your arms back over your head and snap them into the cuffs that will hold you upright.”

When she was properly positioned, Roger moved in front of her and slid his fingers into her sopping cunt.

“What kind of a girl lets a man slide his fingers in her cunt without protest, Slave?”

“Master, I would let you touch me anywhere. I guess that makes me your slut slave, Sir.”

As he felt deep inside her, he put his lips softly on her sore nipples. She shuddered with renewed desire and anticipation. His tongue circled both of her areole easily and her nipples came to stiff attention even though they still ached from their previous punishment. He kissed her lips softly and used his tongue in her mouth. She responded as slaves and lovers do. She was fully aroused once again.

“He doesn’t have any more tits to torment. Any more tits to hurt badly and distract me from having an orgasm. I hope he doesn’t anyway. I hope I can persuade him to let me have my release now,” she thought.

“Master, please let me have a climax now, Sir! Pretty please. My zones are on fire. I could sure use some relief.”

“I’m going to unbind you now slave and then you can suck my cock again, only this time use your hands and your mouth. Squeeze me hard and use your tongue well. Get my cock down your gullet far and hold me there until I tell you to release me. It could be that I will hold my cock inside you for thirty seconds of more. Be ready. Don’t gag.

“When I’m done with your mouth, I’m going to fuck your ass. And, only after I cum in your ass can you finger yourself to an orgasm while I’m still in you. Don’t get ahead of yourself. Let me set the timing here. Got it?”

“Oh, yes Master. You’re so kind. I love you and I love the way you make love to me. It’s painful and pleasurable. It’s hard and it’s soft. It’s so dominant and yet so loving. I adore you, Sir. It’s my pleasure to please you.”

With that remark, she sank to her knees and started to suck him intently.

“Slave, on your back and offer your cunt to me.”

Patti turned on her back and raised her legs over her shoulders.

“My cunt is yours, Master, have your way with it. It is yours, Sir,”

He fingered her cunt deeply with several fingers and made her beg for more.

“Slave, you know I won’t fuck your cunt. I’ve promised Laurel that hers is the only cunt I will fuck and I’m a man of my word. I’ve told you that before. I think Laurel knows that you would take my cock and use it well. Perhaps her request of me is her way of tantalizing you. You do have a very cute cunt and it’s tight. But, the rules are the rules.

“So turn around and raise your ass and offer your ass hole to me, Slave. Spread your knees, spread and thrust your ass cheeks wide. Put your sore tits on the carpet and beg me to rape your sweet ass.”

“Master, I’m open to you. My ass is open to you. I beg you Sir, ram your cock into my slick and tight hole. Rape my ass, Sir, if it pleases you. I’ll make it worth your while, Master,” she said.

He didn’t waste any time. She grunted hard as she felt him, fully engorged, ram his thick cock into her ass hole. She bucked herself against him and ground her ass against his groin. She raised up and slithered up and down in gentle waves until he was ready to cum. She could feel it shoot out of him, hot and thick.

“OK, Slut, finger yourself. Make it good for me too or I’ll beat you raw.” His words excited him almost as much as having his cock in her.

She reached through her legs with her right hand and felt her sensitive clit. She thrust her fingers into her cunt hole and brought them back to her clit over and over until she shouted with the scream of a girl possessed.

“Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god. That was magnificent. Tremendous. Wonderful,” she said. They were pretty much the same words she had yelled when she was feeling deep pain only a few minutes earlier. Only this time, the words were said softly and almost breathlessly. She was ready for a second round and she took her time getting it while he was still in her. She pressed her hips down on the floor with her hands beneath her, rubbing her clit, and she came again and again.

“Ok, Slave, don’t get greedy. Relax and let me go. Lay on your back and raise your legs for me and spread your ass and cunt. Let me see our juices flow from your body. Let the juices flow out of you onto the rug. You can clean them up in the morning.

In fact, Slave, on second thought, I want you to sleep right here. Sleep in the mess we’ve made. Think of yourself as the slimy slut you are. Eat the juices that you can get into your mouth and enjoy their taste. No breakfast for you tomorrow. And, no shower or brushing until noon. Remember this night and remember that you are just a slimy, slut slave. My slimy, slut slave. Got it?”

“Yes sir, I’m your slimy, slut slave, Sir. And I need you to want me that way, Sir.”

End of “Day and Knight Volume II” Chapter # 3

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME II

Chapter # 4

Roger and Pattie were once again at the mansion of his friend Todd Bell. Bell was traveling outside the country in an endeavoring to successfully cope with the grief he was feeling at the sudden death of his young wife.

The Bell’s had been very active, albeit clandestinely, in the BDSM scene in the local community for years. So active were they, that they had a fantastic space, secretly organized and outfitted, in the lowest level of their home to satisfy their erotic interest. Roger had found the room inadvertently while Todd was away and used it often in his discipline and training sessions with Patti.

She lay before him on a padded table in the secret room on her stomach with her legs splayed wide. Her mouth was at the height of his crotch and he was standing in from of her with his cock in her mouth. She was getting to be quite the cock sucking expert. He liked to use her in that position so he could snap a light flogger on her lovely ass while being pleasured orally.

Without warning, he withdrew from her mouth and asked, “Slave, have you finger fucked yourself without my permission at any time since you became my sex slave?”

Patti thought quickly. She had been beaten mercilessly for hesitating to answer his questions honestly and completely on previous occasions and she had learned her lesson well.

The End of “Day and Knight Volume II” Chapter #4

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME II

Chapter # 5

Roger had been working on the details of a new idea for Patti for several months. Now, he was ready to discuss some of his thoughts with her.

He told her he had wanted to showcase her in his own version of an off Broadway play. She would be the female lead. The plot would center around her role as his slave and submissive. The ‘play’ would include, but not be limited to, scenes involving some of the major training situations she had experienced with him and Laurel over the past year.

Her willing submissiveness and knack for punishment would be on display for her close friends, and a few invited guests to see, and for Laurel and him to enjoy. She would be expected to personally invite her audience and explain to them, in advance, the unusual nature of the performance. It would take place at his club on a Monday evening when the club was dark, in keeping with the normal practice of the theater district.

Patti would have the honor of being the star of the show. He would ask Brenda if Susan, Patti’s dance partner and Brenda’s personal sex slave, could also be involved in the logistics of the performance as Patti would need help with stage management duties as well as with back stage arrangements.

The guest list would include, but not limited to, Brenda, Jane, and the four lesbian fashion models who lived with Brenda, Joan and Jack Walsh, Tony, the waiter, and his lady, Mr. and Mrs. Farr owner of the exotic shoe shoppe, George, the garment guy and his partner, and of course both Laurel and he would be in the audience to round out the intimate crowd of about sixteen people -- ten women and six men at a minimum.

“Master, I’m really nervous about your plan, Sir,” Patti said in an imploring tone. “I’ve already been exposed as a sex slave to many of these people and a pain slut to some of the others but, really Sir, I’ve never even met some of these folks. And, I’m feeling quite awkward about the whole idea, ” she said.

He knew she didn’t mean ‘nervous’ or even ‘awkward’ she just really wanted him to know that she was feeling deeply ‘self-conscious’ which was exactly the emotion he had intended to engender. She had never been naked in front of a group of people before even though she had danced in skimpy costumes and performed some pretty erotic, high kicking, maneuvers on stage.

“Slave, there is really nothing to be nervous about,” Roger cut in, “The audience will not think unfavorably of you, believe me. They will feel special because you invited them to see you. You have an amazing body and, for the most part, all of them have seen you naked and the ones that haven’t, have surely heard of you by now.

“ Beyond all that, Slave, this is one of the big deals I’ve devised to train and test your devotion and submission to us. To stay a part of our life and to continue your service to us, you will have to do a good job with this. Understand?”

“Well, that wasn’t too subtle was it?” she thought to herself.

“Master, I do want to continue to serve you and to please Laurel and you. I’ll do what you want, but please let me wrap my head around this entire performance thing and make it part of my rational brain; please give me time to fully adjust to the reality of it all, Sir.”

“OK, I hope you can ‘adjust’ as you call it and get all the logistics arranged in the next month or so. Let me know what your plans are in the next thirty days.

“And I’ve set the actual performance date to coincide almost exactly with your one year anniversary as our slave. Make it good for us; do you hear me?”

He wanted her to not only prepare for the event but to sweat it out.

“Yes sir, I hear you and I’ll put on an excellent show. Sir. I love you and trust you, Sir.”

Roger called Brenda and she was thrilled to have Susan participate.

Patti knew that inviting Jane and the other girls who lived at Brenda’s house would not be difficult and they would understand. But, Jack and Joan? And, Mr. and Mrs. Farr? And, Tony and his date? And much to her consternation, she had no idea at all about George Bourgeois and his partner. She didn’t even know for sure if George had a partner, or if he did, what that individuals’ gender was, or what proclivities that person might have.

Patti’s initial reaction to Roger’s idea was that it was about the same as ‘fucking in front of the servants’ and it would be shameful and undignified. The plan certainly brought back memories of the time, many months earlier, when Roger ordered her to raise her skirt over her hips in the restaurant parking lot so that Tony could feel her naked legs, ass and hips.

She was glad Todd was not on the guest list. Roger hadn’t even brought his name into the picture and she had been secretly relieved. She was not sure just what her true feeling about Todd were yet and she needed time to sort things out about him. He did generate great stirrings, emotional and sexual, but she had too many emotions to understand what they all meant.

As the event date neared, Patti brought Roger a production outline for his approval. She had orchestrated her own discipline before and it was hard for her to make recommendations which ultimately would lead to her own embarrassment and suffering.

“It’s all a part of the training of a slaves mind, I suppose,” she rationalized.

And, Roger was content in the realization that the production would be good for the continuing development of Patti’s submissive nature.

Roger saved the originals but gave Patti copies of the video recordings taken at her apartment and at Todd’s secret room. He told her to edit them and show them as background for the production. He mentioned that he wanted several separate acts with a twenty minute intermissions and that he wanted to see her ideas for each act as soon as possible.

Soon, she came to him. “Master, I’ve worked hard on this proposal for my public display of obedience and submission session,” she said. “I hope you like it, Sir.” She knelt along side him, as he relaxed in the lounge chair in her living room. She was wearing only his white button down shirt unbuttoned around her shoulders.

“You can read the proposal, but let me explain it in my own words, Sir. I’d like Susan to greet the audience in one of her most erotic outfits. She will bring me on stage, blindfolded, naked and in heels. She will explain the videos which I have edited to play behind me during the acts and describe how they were produced.

“There will be at least four separate segments in each of three acts and in each segment she will demonstrate to the audience just how compliant and submissive I’ve learned to be. Each act will last about thirty minutes and we will have the intermission with some champagne and something light to eat during each intermissions so I can recover a bit.

“Are you ok with that, Sir?”

“The outline looks good, Slave. But, I want Susan to come up with the details for each of the acts by herself so you won’t know what exactly is coming next. Make sure Susan understands that I will want to pump your ass and have you suck my cock at least once or twice during the production. And, I’ll want Laurel to either cane you or whip you without a blindfold. And, I’d like to get Brenda’s input too. Let’s get it done, Slave!”

Patti had practiced her lines and had worked to control her quivering voice when she made her phone calls. “This is Patti Day,” she would say, “You might remember me. I’m the Clariet’s sex slave and you saw me under such-and-such circumstances.

“Mr. Clariet has asked me to invite you to a very private and closed exhibit of my slave training and submissiveness. I would be honored if you and so-and-so would come to the “Roget Musical Review” on the twenty-eighth of this month, at nine. The rear stage door will be used to accommodate our friends the audience. I will work hard to see that you enjoy yourself. Will you join us?”

She got acceptances right away from every invitee. Tony asked her the most questions. What should his girl friend wear? How many other people would be there? Would he know any of them? Patti knew that any answer she gave him would be OK with Tony; he just wanted to talk to her some more. She also knew that he would be the first at the door. The question was, would his girl friend know what to expect?

Brenda did have some thoughts about the production.

First, she offered Patti her own portable “X” frame. She had used it well with her slaves. This frame had a built-in adjustable cock which could be locked in place once properly positioned in the girls cunt. The cock had a flange positioned to rub against the girls’ clit for added pleasure.

Next, she offered her unique version of a wooden pony; she called it the “Electric Horse.” While a normal wooden pony had a hard center edge which would dig deeply into a slave girls cunt, this machine had one clever addition; a thin, brass, plate covered the top of the horses’ sharp, inverted ‘V’. This brass cover could be electrified by activating a variable electric transformer discreetly connected to the strip.

When the girl was positioned on the horse, the operator could send an electric pulse, at various levels of intensity, duration, and frequency into the girl on the horse. The wetter the girl became, the more effective the apparatus was in creating discomfort since her fluids would enhance the conductivity of electricity; a fact to which any electrician can attest.

Patti realized that some of the ideas Susan would bring to the performance would come from her own experience and that, for the most part, those experiences as a slave would have come from Brenda. And, Brenda seemed to know what she was doing when it came to terrorizing a slave girl. That was a frightening thought in itself.

Roger all along had wanted to invite Todd to the performance. He knew that seeing Todd in the audience would add a big dose of the unexpected to his already self-conscious slave. That would be a very good thing, he concluded. But he had two problems. First, Todd was of the opinion that Patti was as virginal and vanilla as his favorite ice cream. And, second, some of the training sessions he had with Patti were caught on tape in Todd’s own house. He would certainly recognize the room as the tapes were being played in the background of the on-stage action. What to do?

After much agonizing thought on these two sticky wickets, Roger decided to just tell the truth; what a novel idea.

Roger asked Laurel to arrange a dinner date at their house with Todd.

He eventually brought the after-dinner discussion around to his special relationship with Laurel who didn’t object to having her own submissiveness brought into the open with their best friend. Then Roger mentioned he was aware that a special relationship was taking form between Todd and Patti. Now for the hard part.

Laurel stepped in and said forthrightly, “What do you know about Patti’s sex life, Todd?”

Todd allowed that he was infatuated with Pattie but had not gotten to first base with her and that sexual intimacy was not a subject Patti ever wanted to deal with. He felt that was curious for a young girl who seemed to enjoy his company.

“Todd, let me tell you something. Patti is a very sexual girl. She is a very submissive girl. She is a very pain-tolerant girl. Can you guess how we know that?” Laurel asked.

“No I don’t know. But, I have a feeling you’re going to tell me, aren’t you?” he said not knowing what was coming next.

“Todd, my friend,” Roger spoke again. “I met Patti for the first time almost a year ago coming back from a trip to Pittsburgh. To cut to the chase, she has been our sex slave since that time. And, I’ve got pictures to prove it. Now to be sure, I’ve never had my cock in her cunt; that was one of Laurel’s conditions when we decided to bring her into the house. I hope you aren’t upset by the news. This is really the first time we’ve had to discuss all this.

“And while we’re dealing with Patti’s sexual inclinations and ours, let me also confess that I accidentally found the secret place you had built in the lower level of your house. I used that room, in your absence, to discipline and train Patti until we could complete the proper arrangements for a private room in her own apartment. I hope you aren’t mad about that bit of news either, dear friend.

“And, one more thing. Laurel and I have instructed Patti that we want a very private display of her submissiveness on the twenty-eighth at nine at our club. It’s a Monday evening when the district is dark so we will have a lot of privacy and we can have the best seats in the house. We want you there but we don’t want Patti to have any inkling that you’ll be in the audience until she discovers that fact for herself during the second act of the show when she will not be blindfolded.

“All that I’ve just said must have come as a shock. Almost like drinking from a fire hose. What are your first thoughts, Todd?”

“My first thought is that knowing Patti has a submissive, sexual, side is just a wonderful turn-on. And, beyond that, I didn’t realize you guys were into the domination and submission scene too and that’s interesting.

“Now, let me tell you my private story, and why I have that secret place in the cellar. It probably should come as no surprise that we had all that stuff in the dungeon because Janis was a complete submissive and got off on pain like no other girl I ever knew. She was the love of my life and the love of my sex life. I was completely devastated when she died. Really totally devastated. I’m feeling better these days and I do have my eye on Patti. I’ve never touched her but I’ve dreamed of it. Kinda sounds like Clinton, huh?

“Sure, I’d like to come to the club and see what you guys have in store for her. Is she your slave forever because I wouldn’t want to mess anything up for my friends?”

“Todd, let it to me. Patti needs a full time guy like you, but she did agree to serve us for two years. We still have some training for her in mind and a year to go on our agreement unless there is some good reason to part ways sooner than that. Let it to me.

“It should be great fun for all of us just to see Patti’s reaction when she finds you at the performance. And, I’ll make sure you get some stage time with her.

“I want you to get back in shape after your long layoff. If you know what I mean.”

The End of “Day and Knight Volume II”, Chapter # 5

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME II

Chapter # 6

Early on the day of the show, Patti and Susan went to a body spa for a massage, facial, and manicure. Susan had Patti’s sable brown hair brushed and pulled in a high, sophisticated braid at the back of her head. And, she had a professional make up artist get her ready for the bright lights of the theater.

The End of “Day and Knight Volume II” Chapter # 6

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME II

Chapter # 7

Susan let Roger and Patti cuddle behind the curtain for about ten minutes, then she shooed Roger off the stage. He had gotten his rocks off in her ass and Patti was feeling very good about herself for serving him so submissively. But, Susan had work to do.

First, she took the blindfold from Patti’s eyes. She guided her to where Brenda’s portable ‘X’ frame had been stored and began to strap Patti to it from all angles. Patti was buckled tightly, still in her high heels; at her ankles, just above her knees, and her upper thighs right below her cunt. Susan fastened Patti’s upper body to the frame at her waist and just above her tits. She buckled each arm outstretched and overhead at the wrist and just above her elbows. In short, Patti was immobilized and very vulnerable.

Susan found the cock rod that Brenda had made specifically to fit in the base of the frame. The latex cock, on one end of the polished steel rod, was quite long and thick. The cock was made with an extra flange designed to press into the slave girl’s clit. The rod itself was spring loaded so that when the cock was inserted into the slave girl’s cunt, and the other end placed in the slot made for it at the bottom of the frame, it would expand gently and automatically until it reached the girls’ cervix. When the tip of the cock reached its intended target in her, Patti grimaced because the rod, powered by the batteries in the pole itself, moved slightly up and down, and back and forth, against her clit.

The frame was on wheels and it could be swiveled so that Patti could be tormented upright or upside-down. Susan moved the frame to the middle of the stage, behind the stage curtain.

She slipped around in front of the curtain and called the audience back to their seats, dimmed the room lights and opened the curtain to reveal Patti quite fixed for punishment.

Susan explained that the video being played on the rear wall was of Patti being tit whipped by Laurel. The sound on the video was turned up so that everyone could hear Patti answering Roger’s questions about who she was and what kind of a girl she was.

The audience heard Laurel swishing her whip in the air for effect. Finally she beat out a staccato of strokes against Patti’s tender tits. Patti just hated to have others, especially those she knew, see her cry during her punishment sessions. She loathed hearing herself cry out. She thought that her crying made her sound like a coward and a failure. And, in it’s own way, she felt that less than stoic behavior was shameful for her.

End of “Day and Knight Volume II” Chapter # 7.

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME II

Chapter # 8

“Ladies and gentleman, I’m proud to present the third act here tonight,” Susan announced to the raucous crowd. The small group was indeed getting more raunchy and rowdy as they got further into the submissive activities of the evening and as they began to feel the loosing effects of alcohol.

Susan brought Patti on stage in a short, brightly colored, oriental robe which didn’t do much to hide her curves or diminish the visual impact of her lovely stems.

“People, let me explain what we’re going to do next. Even Patti doesn’t know the rules of the next bit of action. And, she along with you, will only hear the rules once. Once we go behind the curtain again I will put our dear friend in a single arm binder and in heels. For this action, I want Brenda, Laurel and my two dominate room mates to come up on stage.

“Let me tell you the rules of this part of the performance as Master, Roger has devised them. Once the curtain is raised you will see a ring; like a boxing ring. Each corner has a different color and a big spot light shining on it. Each of you four ladies will be also be given pistol in color matching one of the corner. The pistol is special; each has four electric stimulating settings that get more intense as the setting rise from one to four. When you pull the trigger of your gun it will send an electric charge out approximately six feet.

“Your objective is to shoot Patti. Her objective is to avoid being shot. Her safe corner will be the corner that is lit up at any given time. If she is in that lit up corner you can not shoot her. But, the lights will come on and off and Patti, to avoid getting shot, at will have to run from one lit corner to another lit corner and when she is not in a safe corner she is fair game. She will be wearing protective goggles but I doubt that you will be aiming for her face anyway.

“There will be four rounds of one minute each. If Patti is hit more than fifty times in any round Patti will be given time out until the next round and there will be a sixty second rest period between rounds. The power on each gun will be raised at the beginning of each round.

“If Patti is staggered by the power of the hits she takes and if her knee or knees touch the mat twice in any one round, the game will be declared over and Patti will be required to run the gauntlet between your legs as her final punishment. There will be no shooting if Patti is down. You will be given paddles for the gauntlet and she will have to crawl through you with her arm binder on.

“Master Roger will count the hits, and Mr. Todd will operate the changing lights. Cheering is allowed.

“What do you think of the game ladies?” Susan asked the four designated shooters.

One after another they responded. “Sounds interesting.” “I wouldn’t want to be her.” You two take her tits, and we’ll take her cunt and ass.” “Let‘s get it on.”

As she completed her description of the event, Susan took secret delight in removing the robe from Patti and making her stand naked again in front of her appreciative audience.

Susan took Patti back stage to prepare her. When all was set, the curtain opened and the shooters took a corner.

“Patti, you don’t get a vote, just get in the ring and keep your wits about you.

Patti was scared. She wasn’t sure how this was going to work out for her. Now, she had four aggressive women trying to electrocute her cunt, ass, and tits. Fortunately the guns only had a six foot range but she didn’t have track shoes on and was likely to be very slow getting from one safe corner to another.

Roger rang the bell for the first round and Patti was standing in the middle of the ten foot ring. The red corner was lit and the women began hitting her. She moved quickly to the red corner but Todd changed the safe color to blue and she started to get hit again almost immediately. The crack of the pistols made the action sound worse than it really was, but Patti didn’t like the feel of the sharp electric surge even at this moderate setting.

The first round ended with Patti being hit thirty times. But for the next round the shooters would be better prepared and have a better strategy. At least that’s what they thought. But, Patti got smart too and was only hit twenty eight times in the second round. Not that being hit twenty eight times was a walk in the park especially since her tormentors were shooting primarily at her tits and her very wet cunt.

Patti really started to react badly during round three. The power in the guns were pretty bad on her and she began to loose concentration because of the discomfort. By the end of the round she had been hit forty eight times and was really in a bad state.

“I don’t think I can go on, Master, she wined. The surges of the gun shots are wearing me down and my legs hurt. I’ll surrender now if you’ll permit me, Sir.”

The one minute rest period between rounds was over and Roger started the last round without commenting on Patti’s request. Todd slowed down the pace and gave Patti more time in one safe base than he had previously but the power from the guns was quite severe and for the most part Patti was too weak get out of the way causing her to fall twice from the mixture of pain and exhaustion.

She pushed her way through the legs of her tormentors, but just barely.

“Let’s give Patti some breathing room for a moment,” Susan said. “Wasn’t she great at that new and submissive game? And, you four dominants were in your glory weren’t you?” she teased.

Roger held Patti for a few minutes and whispered encouragement to her then decided to have Susan move to the next phase of the performance.

“We have another piece of equipment that we want Patti to demonstrate for you. My Mistress calls it the ‘Electric Horse.’ It’s a modification of the ‘Wooden Pony’ that you may have seen before.

“Mistress Brenda has had the top of the inverted “V” fitted with a brass strip from front to rear. And the strip is connected to an electric transformer which produces a variable electric impulse which can be felt along the length of the brass strip; the variation can run from a modest to a quite heavy and harsh throb.

“When a slave girl straddles the devise and when her cunt is lowered onto the inverted ‘V’ she will have to strain on tip toes to avoid the punishment of the brass edge which presses directly into her cunt.

“Now, if her legs are pulled up behind her, it’s clear, that all of her weight will rest on her sensitive pussy. When the transformer is activated, guess what? The sensitive inner folds of her cunt will get the force of the electricity going through the brass strip. Pretty ingenious huh?

“I’ve ridden the horse once. Let me tell you, I learned a big lesson and I’ll be a good slave forever. This test tonight is mostly for your amusement not because Patti needs to be punished. Let’s see her in action.

“George, would you like to help me get Patti on the horse and be the operator of the transformer? I guarantee you that, while the highest level of impulse possible will be very uncomfortable for her, Patti will not die because of what you do to her. Faint, perhaps, but not die.” Susan smiled at her own sick humor.

Patti’s arms were again locked tightly in her one armed leather binder and her hair was braided tightly to a strap attached to the rafters. After she was placed on the horse, the horse was raised so that her feet could not touch the ground. Each leg was tethered up and behind her at the sides of the horse. All of her weight was pressing on one single spot; her inner cunt lips rested on the electrified brass strip. Patti was scared and felt the exaggerated pain being caused on her cunt and along the crease to her ass hole.

When George turned on the transformer, the first sensation she felt from the brass plate made Patti recoil; not too far of course, but she did flinch. George amused himself with the lever on the transformer and Patti’s reaction to the increasing and decreasing level of transformed electrical current into her cunt lips.

At the highest level, Patti screamed loudly and begged him to stop. He was having too much fun and the audience seemed to enjoy the reaction of Slave, Patti. She actually had a few fairly robust orgasms but she continued screaming anyway and begged him to stop hurting her which, after a protracted period of pleasure for George, he ultimately did.

Each person in the audience took a deep breath as Patti was released from the horse. Susan, came face-to-face with Patti and, as George returned to his seat, Susan hugged her and kissed her full on the lips several times to keep her from sobbing. Her attempts at comfort worked as Patti soon recovered.

Roger came to the stage. “Slave, I’ve already whipped your ass so this time I’m going to concentrate on your cunt , ass, and the back of your great legs. And, then I’m going to fuck your ass again. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes, Master, Do you want me to assume my regular ‘ass up’ position Sir,?”

“Before you do that, Slave, I want Susan to turn on the last video of the night. It shows the time that I fixed your wrists and neck to your wall with leather straps to hold you tight. Then, as you recall, I had you step up on two concrete blocks against the wall in your high heels. The fact that you could not move your body upward because it was held stationary by the straps caused you to have to bend your knees which put pressure on your leg muscles; your beautiful leg muscles. The longer you were in that position the harder it became for you and the pain in your legs got intense. Remember?”

“Oh, yes, I remember distinctly, Sir. You kept me in that position for a very long time. My thigh and calf muscles were shaking badly and felt like they were on fire. I started to cry. You took a cane and smacked me a few time across my thighs and told me to stop acting like a baby. You caressed my clit and I thought I would faint. But, you wouldn’t let me pass out. I was in horrible pain but you made me cum a few times just by touching my clit. You got me down and whipped me and fucked me in the ass like you’re going to do now, Sir. It all comes back.”

The audience got the full impact just from watching the video. But, hearing the story from the slaves own lips made it all the more exciting.

Her regular ‘ass up’ position required her to kneel with her legs spread wide and to fold her arms backward between her legs so that she could grab her ankles. She had done this many times and was so limber that she did not find it at all a strain this time. In this position, rear to the audience, everyone could see her well formed ass, smallish thighs, and cute full cunt lips.

“Count backward from fifty slave. If you miss, we’ll start over, Got it?”

The audience was transfixed by the video but also managed to see Susan again hand him a brand new flogger. Roger straddled Patti’s back and swing the flogger upward between her legs and catching her cunt directly, just as he intended. His first swat was hard and heavy.

“Fifty, Thank you, Master,” Patti screamed.

“Forty nine, Master,” she screamed again as the flogger hit her cunt in the same spot it had the first time and the same spot where she had endured her ‘Electric Horse’ treatment.

Roger asked Susan for a thin tipped riding whip which he used to abuse Patti’s ass hole. She screamed about that abuse too, but to her credit she kept count.

“Thirty five, Master,” she sobbed as a new whip landed on her tender legs. Roger was now swinging from a position behind her so that he could gain maximum leverage when striking her legs. He was not leaving welts at this point but it was clear that Patti was hurting badly by the count of ten.

Roger took the original flogger and returned to a position where he was straddling her back so that he could snap the flogger stiffly upward against her cunt lips. “Ahhh, please stop Master,” she screamed over and over again. All of the last ten swats landed where he wanted them to. Patti finally lost control of her position under the strain and slumped forward even though she didn’t loose count.

“Master, I beg of you, please stop. My sore cunt can’t take anymore, Please, Sir,” she wailed.

“Slave, would you feel better if you got fucked in that tender cunt of yours now, rather than in your ass, before we call it quits for the evening? This might be the first time tonight where I would let anyone actually fuck you the old fashioned way, but you will have to want it and beg me to let someone drill you hard and deep. What do you want; really want, Slave? Tell all these people directly, in a voice they can hear.”

Roger was intentionally vague as to whom he might let fuck her. He didn’t even hint at whether he had a man or a women in mind for the fucking. He just wanted her to say she wanted to be drilled.

Patti pretty much had it figured that Todd would get the honors but she could not be absolutely sure; Roger being the known trickster that he was. Her mind was a blur and her body was aching in pain.

Finally, she said. “Master, I do want to feel a man’s firm cock in my cunt. Right now it’s a very sore cunt after the whipping you gave it but I know that a warm fuck would be good for me. I beg you to let someone fuck me, Sir, if it would please you, Sir,” she said confidently.

Roger put a leather hood over Patti’s head and motioned for Todd to come on stage.

“Slave, I’ve chosen someone to fuck you but for the moment you won’t know who that person is. Try and enjoy it anyway. Get on your back and put your hands under your ass; raise you legs and spread them. Make it easy for your mystery fucker.”

Todd was ready, and lowered himself between her long, shapely, legs making every effort not to touch her until his thick cock slid effortlessly into her. He didn’t say a word just pumped her soft, sore, cunt slowly.

“Guess who!” he said masking his voice.

“I’m sure it’s you Mr. Todd. Right?”

“You know it’s me don’t you Patti?” he asked.

“I wasn’t sure for certain until I heard your voice the last time, but I’m glad. Fuck me hard, Sir. I need a real man to fuck me real hard.”

Todd could tell by her choice of words that she was ready too and after less than a minute he rolled Patti over onto his chest.

“Patti, I want you to find the right spot on my cock for your clit and ride me to as many climaxes as you can get. Now go for it you horny slut,” he said with a tenderness in his voice.

She grabbed his shoulders, pressed her tits into his chest, and ground her hips into his groin. In no time, she was ready to explode. “May I cum Master?” She asked.

“Fire when ready you little slut. Cum as often as you can. Don’t ask me again if you can cum; just cum and cum. Is that fair?” he said as he took the hood off her smiling face. He really wanted to see how many climaxes she had in her at one time. He couldn’t imagine that there would be a better time to get a base line count.

When she let loose, she was a wild woman. Her hands reached under his ass to raise it and hold it firm. He shot his hot cum into her and she could feel his momentary hesitation. She climaxed violently; over and over, and over. She didn’t want it to stop. She was making sweet nonsense sounds in her throat and mouth and let him know the she was delirious with sexual pleasure. He kissed her tenderly and said she could relax.

“Bring yourself to one more climax, you naughty slut. One more!”

Patti dug deep into his pelvis and gave her all for one final, satisfying, orgasm. Todd was convinced she was a highly energized sexual woman.

Susan brought robes for them both as their heads drifted in their own serene uncomplicated thoughts.

“Show’s over folks. We hope you liked it; Patti especially has worked very hard to please you. If you would want to give Patti a hug and kiss, she will be here for you on stage,” Susan said, as she brought the curtain down to appreciative applause.

The End of “Day and Knight Volume II,” Chapter # 8

NOTE # 1: Volume III of this work will introduce several additional scenarios for Patti Day and Susan Knight. It will describe more fully how each girl expands their own awareness of various submissive rituals, deepens their own individual passions, and cement their personal relationships. Publication of Volume III is expected between early and mid May 2007.

NOTE # 2: The author claims copyright protection for this creative work, and any derivative work, under the provisions of the Berne Convention as signed by the USA in 1989.

Thank you, LC