"Barring All Injuries" a bondage bar

[Chuckdom19]

"Barring Any Injuries"
A very special bar.

It seemed to me as though this town would be a good place to start a new bar. There was lots of money coming in from the planned new Spaceport being built on the old Strategic Air Command base, both construction workers and military. The city is growing pretty well in the westerly direction, but most of the established business is in the older, 72nd Street neighborhood. The 300 block seemed a good start; lots of restaurants and clubs around. We'd have a small kitchen for appetizers and pizza and such, but no fancy menu. The guys here before me had one of those, and died a prolonged death. It might have been at the hands of their investors; they lost a lot of cash trying to keep it afloat. I took over the shell of a building with a kitchen and little else.

The town was changing, so I felt it might be a place for something a little cutting-edge. The contractor who was remodeling for me looked at the architect, who looked at me, with the same "you've got to be kidding" glance. "Just follow the plans, gentlemen, and remember, the bonus is for beating the completion date. And the penalties start the next day." I've been dealing with contractors since I've been in short pants, it seems; the universal language of 'money' always talks louder than words.

Okay, I know. 'Where did the money come from for this kind of place?’ Everyone asks me the same question. Some of it was from my former mother-in-law, a world traveler before she married the father-in-law who was a retailer and tighter than a horse's asshole in fly season. When she finally stopped bugging the wife and me, i.e. 'went to her reward', I decided to take what she left us and do something that would shock and disgust all the rest of the relatives. And at the same time fill a niche here that was untouched by anyone else in town. If the MIL was imitating a hamster wheel in her coffin, so much the better. The only sad thing was that she took my wife with her when she missed that curve.

The first problem came with the building inspector, of course. He noticed what the blueprints called "decorative fixtures" actually were working models of the various items required. I looked blankly at him and said, "Does it really matter? A little realism helps sell a place like this." He shook his head and we sat to discuss it. $15,000 later, we were approved. Similar transactions with the police and liquor folks, along with a sincere promise to have bouncers who really COULD, and an iron-clad guarantee against any growth in the local DUI problem solved the problems. None of them saw the extension to the basement behind the storage bins; after all, I DID want to open. And the mayor, who stated he would be a regular, told me that was the way to go. It didn’t hurt that the local Don was an old friend of the family either.

Fire inspection was a bit of a hassle, but having gone through full consultation with a major company on it won him over. As did my barmaid, helping him explore the darker corners of the basement when I was 'too busy'. She, um, 'handled' matters well. The day before we opened, Hizzonor the mayor Jim Smith himself graced our premises with his presence. I took him through ALL the facility, and he was impressed. Astrid the barmaid assisted him in trying out some of the lighter-duty equipment, and before we knew it, she was down on her knees in rather an unusual way, 'worshiping' the slimy politico's manhood. Being party-head (you’ll excuse the inadvertent pun) in a one-party town gave him the pull to assure the inspectors would not bother us as long as we kept the place running clean, and guarantees of regular contributions to the 'Widows and Orphans Fund" made sure I had a little control over the matter. That and the lovely video, in gorgeous HD living color stereo, of him getting his hummer that morning was the little extra insurance I wanted. (A while later, he tried to squeeze me for cumshaw above and beyond the agreement: a visit to his office with a DVD of several events where his face was awfully (and appropriately) red encouraged him to not get greedy. He got an annual increase on the amount, linked with inflation rates for goodness sake. But that's a much longer story, for another time.)

Opening day was interesting. All day we had folks wandering in to find out what kind of business "Barring Any Injuries" was. They saw the very classy, low-key exterior and plush landscaping; I believe they were under the impression it was a fine dining restaurant. Once they saw the "decorative fixtures", their minds were changed and most beat a hasty retreat. But some were more curious, and stayed for a drink at least. Some caught on right away, and decided that those private booths with curtains were a nice idea. We also had quite a few invited guests for that first night. As hard as it was to acquire a mailing list, I had managed to contact every member of all the local BDSM and D/s groups (within about 100 miles, anyway); folks with an avowed interest in my kind of place. There were lots of leather and rubber folks too, and they were informed of the large dressing rooms just inside the front doors, which would allow them to get into whatever kind of dress they wished. As it was a private business, they were told, they could dress however they wished. And with their areas of interest, I knew that an open dress policy, the auditorium, the playrooms, and most of all the privacy due to the soundproofing and sound deadening would be features that would draw them in. Business 'upstairs' would just be the gravy on the mashed potatoes, so to speak.

I expected about a hundred guests the first day; it turned out to be a thousand plus. Most would never know about the specialty rooms downstairs, or the staff artists who worked upstairs, either. To assure our capability to stay in business, we had a 'private entry' for the VIP's like the Chief of Police, the Mayor, and the local Archbishop. We employed lots of pretty people up there to meet their needs and desires. Those personally delivered, free passes for local bigwigs really helped us stay heads-up in the business.

The one screw-up on opening day was one I should have expected, I suppose. There was so much activity on all three public and semi-public floors of the club that I didn't have enough security to watch the cameras. A couple careful hires later in the week made sure that clientele would be safe and anonymous, and that my staff had about 4-second response time if they cried 'Hey, Rube!" Fortunately, the involved artiste managed to escape to the staff-only third floor (which officially does not exist, at least on plans anyone has seen...) and was allowed a small nervous breakdown before getting back to work.

Grand openings are a pain in the ass. I've done too many, and worked too damn hard on every one. This one was different, but not enough to make it easy. I had overstaffed to make sure we were covered (and a good thing, too, as I mentioned above). My job was making with the glad-hand with everyone walking in, and dealing with shocked little old ladies as well as folks in leather and lace.

There are lots of interesting people who patronize "B.A.I."; we'll introduce them as we tell our stories. These are our "house" characters. You'll see them participating in the tales to be told:

First there’s me, of course. I’m Chuck Phillips, 50-ish, graying at the temples. I’ve got thirty years in business operations, but this is my first time in this town. I’m open for the occasional playtime, but with staff, mostly.

Next would be Chief Bartender Jim Schultz, 28, powerfully built, dark hair and eyes, with a mysterious air about him. He is interested in the ladies, and they in him.

Head Bouncer is Lance Fitz, who is well over 21. He is a man mountain, perhaps 6'8" or so, about 400 pounds. He is a former Olympic wrestler, and could be defined as “death on two feet.” He can be gentle as needed, but won't take no for an answer. He is the stereotypical person of few words.

Dining Room Manager Grace Holbeck is next; she's barely on the sunny side of 40, but looks 25. She is professional at keeping the service fast and outstanding. The crop she carries helps a lot. When she calls a serve into the office to discuss a concern, Kleenex are not just for emotions.

Astrid Murphy, barmaid extraordinaire. She makes drinks, washes dishes, waits tables, and works a room upstairs (as needed). Sometimes she participates in the occasional show downstairs. She is 23, blonde, blue-eyed, full-figured and sensuous as they come. And she does, frequently.

"Mom" no last name. She is head of security for the establishment. Looks like a grandma, knows four of the martial arts along with dockside and kill-quick fighting. Weight? Maybe 135 and can lift me over her head. She takes care of "our kids" with an eye on safety first, then customer satisfaction. It is amazing to many, but she can read the guests with a great degree of accuracy; none of our people have ever been hurt. A few soon-to-be-former customers were, though.

"Tom Torquemada" or so he was known. In charge of facilities downstairs, both obvious and hidden. He is the jack-of-all-trades, head of maintenance, chief stagehand, lighting expert, and equipment usage consultant. And he can rig a scene or wield a mean whip, too.

The Twins, Pat and Dale, run the dressing/costuming rooms. It is rather unclear which is which, or which gender either is. Experts in outfitting for any occasion; they keep a huge variety of costumery in perfect and sanitary state. They are tough as nails about people using safe practices, and are popular with customers, but they can be awfully spooky.

The Doc. She is willowy and red-haired, about 35, I think, and keeps the staff clean and safe with weekly exams and a keen eye. Her office is equipped for almost everything up to major surgery, which she does now and again, to keep in practice. She found out while "in practice" that she was a horny bitch, and needed sex way more often than the fictional characters on "Gray's Anatomy" do. I met her turning tricks in Milwaukee, just to try to feed her jones... hired her on the spot as Doctor and artiste.
She is about the second most popular person upstairs; lots of folks like to play doctor in the office, or in the upstairs 'dungeon'. As long as she gets satisfied, the guests do too.

Well, that's the place. Hope you can find time to visit now and again; we're here to serve. Just find a comfy character and jump in. The more the merrier!

[steelish]

I walked in, wide-eyed. I had heard about this place through the local BDSM's grapevine, but had to see it for myself. Just looking at the "decor" had me breathless, as did the mountain of a man I walked past at the front door. I'm a tall woman myself at 6', but he had towered over me.

I made my way to the bar and introduced myself to the bartender, "Hi, I'm Stella" I said as I asked for a Patron with cranberry. "I'm Jim" he replied as he handed me my drink.

"Well Jim, how is it working in a place like this?" I asked as I turned to survey the room.

"Love it" he chuckled as he wiped the bar.

I grinned back at him and happily watched as various couples milled around in the room and chatted. I was wearing my "Story of O" collar to proclaim my status as a sub. I myself had come in to see if an interesting Dom would partake of me, so I was content to sit at the bar and see if I would be approached.

[Chuckdom19]

A tall beauty strode past me to the bar, walking with best effect on all the males looking on. I'd swear I heard some eyeballs click to attention. Her collar announced her preferences, but nobody would bother her uninvited in THIS place.

One of our regulars, a tall, muscular guy who called himself Norm, removed himself from the conversation group he was part of and headed for the lovely woman. I know he has a taste for fresh meat, and frequently is unsuccessful, though I'm not sure why.

"Good evening! Your first time here?"

[steelish]

I checked out the guy who spoke to me. He was tall, muscular and attractive, but the evil glint in his eyes was a bit frightening. Out of habit and deference for a dominant, I automatically replied to him; "Yes, yes it is. A Dom friend of mine who says he's been coming here told me about it. He's out of town this week, but me and my best friend - she's also a sub - planned to meet up here tonight."

Something about him scared the crap out of me and I turned to the bar to ask for another drink. I was hoping to catch Jim's eye and see if he could give me some kind of visual clue as to what he thought of this guy. Dangerous, don't mess with him kind of clue - or, a smile and nod clue. I was like a fish out of water in here and even though my heart was thundering along and my excitement was building; I didn't want to make a stupid mistake by choosing to "play" with the wrong person.

[Chuckdom19]

An old hand at reading faces, I could see a flash of fear flicker across her face. I hit the communications button in my pocket three quick blips, helping Grace, my Dining Room Manager, catch my eye. I gently inclined my head, and Grace went to the rescue of the lady.

Personally, I already liked her smile... it didn't show up often, but it lit her whole face. Norm could cruise elsewhere.

Grace stopped at our new friend's elbow, and introduced herself. "Hi! I'm Grace, one of the managers here. I couldn't help but hear you mention that this was your first time here: may I show you around our facilities?"

[steelish]

I smiled at Grace in relief. "Yes, I'd love a tour! This place is fascinating." Grace's eyes were warm and kind and I wanted to hug her for the rescue.

Hopping off the barstool, I smiled gently at the man I was escaping from and followed Grace away from the bar. "My name's Stella" I told her as I stepped up to walk beside her.

[Chuckdom19]

Grace put her hand on Stella's, and guided her along the hallway, towards the costuming room.

"Our twin assistants here in 'Costumes' can help you find something perfect and appropriate, or give you a little privacy to change into something you've brought along. And with your cute figure, Stella, there are lots and lots of choices! *grin*

Back beyond here is the boss's office and the elevators to our 'special' rooms, reserved for our 'artistes' and special guests. We've got a special area downstairs for parties and events, some of which you might just enjoy seeing, I think?"

[steelish]

"Oh, I'd love the chance to look over your available 'costumes' and see what strikes my fancy" I said.

"Special rooms?" I asked. "How does one get involved in that? It sounds so interesting and exciting." This place is like a wonderful toy land I thought as I peppered Grace with questions while she showed me around. The more I saw, the more excited I got.

[subserviant]

I could tell by the way the boss looked at Stella ,that he liked what she looked like .It was'nt the first time he had told me to give a good looking young lady the tour ,and this one was wearing a subs collar.
He loved to get pretty subs into his dungeon rooms and I was the perfect person to give the tour.I guess i have the trusting kind of face that people take to.If they only knew .Once into the dungeon I could easly talk them into getting into the harness and summon the boss .Stella was as innocent as a new born even tho she had a collar on ,by the way she asked questions , I knew that she had not been into hard bdsm.The boss and his sweet talking would soon have her as his slave.
I thought back to when I was given the tour and how he had turned me from a self confident young woman into his slave ,begging for his attention and doing what ever he commanded.
I had Stella stand in front of the cross ,laughinly putting the harness on her ,telling her that it felt great.She agreed eagerly , uumm Im going to like this she said.She looked a little worried when I tightned it .I smiled telling her not to worry ,it is all in fun. I kissed her, at witch she smiled wanting more.I pressed the bell telling the boss to come down to look at his latest girl.

[Chuckdom19]

I smiled, inside, when I got the buzz from Grace. She had done her usual trick, no doubt getting that pretty gal in a compromising position downstairs... offering me a taste of her tall beauty.

Finishing up with an employee review I had squeezed into the spare time of the day, I told Jim where i would be and he returned a grin, knowing my tastes. He certainly was aware of what happened; he keeps a close eye on the operation. That's why he has his position.

Before leaving the bar, I grabbed my water bottle from the cooler; I knew I'd be needing a little hydration before I came back upstairs.

I opened the door to the lower dungeon with anticipation of pleasure, and was not disappointed. Grace had gotten Stella relaxed with the idea of trying out equipment, I knew, by stripping down herself and allowing herself to be fastened in... she was in subbie's uniform as I walked in, as was Stella. I gifted Grace with a kiss and a gentle swat on the fanny, then turned to Stella.

Introducing myself, I smiled at the lovely woman, standing almost eye-to-eye with me. Her eyes, in fact, were the first thing which caught my attention... beautiful deep pools of color, promising a rich personality. My eyes ran down her body, taking in the lovely curves, the sweet nipples standing at attention for me, the trimmed stripe proving she was a genuine person and proud of her natural shade.

I tossed the ball conversationally into her court. "You look truly beautiful tied there, Sweet Stella. Where would you like this event to take you?"

[steelish]

I had been having such fun with Grace and glanced up in surprise when the door opened and an older man walked in. He had a smile on his face and the gray at his temples made him look distinguished. As he kissed Grace and gave her a swat on the butt I relaxed.

I was at a distinct disadvantage, being tied up as I was, but didn't feel frightened. After all, I did come her to get tied up I thought to myself.

"You look truly beautiful tied there, Sweet Stella. Where would you like this event to take you?"

Chucks words made me wonder; event? Take me? I answered, "Well Chuck, I had come here hoping to meet someone who might want to be my Dom. I don't quite know how to go about letting people know of my availability. Do you know anyone? My hard limits are no pedophilia, no bestiality, and no scat. I'm pretty open-minded other than that."

I smiled at Chuck as he looked at me with a twinkle in his eye.

[Chuckdom19]

My knee-jerk response was, "smart-ass"! Then I stopped and listened again to what she had said. Some response to it was, "well, DUH", but more was someone crying out to expand her world. And that, truly, was the reason B.A.R. existed, other than the fact that I got to see a lot of sexy women, and I got laid a lot. *ahem* Well, dammit, that is PART of why I built the g.d. place!

But back to matters at hand. "Have you ever experienced a Dominant/submissive event? Or, to be more clear, has anyone ever spanked you, whipped you, caned you, played with your sexy body? In a controlled, friendly environment? With safewords and color-checks?"

"Oh, and Gloria dearest, have you anything pressing? I'd like you here for a while, please, so Stella will feel safer and I'll have an assistant and playmate, of course..."

[steelish]

I felt ashamed at the honest answer I had to give him. "No, no I've never experienced any of it. It's just always been a dream of mine. I want to live the lifestyle, to be someone's play toy" Startled, I realized I was beginning to babble, so I bit the inside of my lip to shut myself up.

Great I thought, now he's going to think I'm some kind of thrill seeker and kick me out of his club. I could feel my face turning red and I sighed a deep breath and looked down at the ground, too ashamed to look him in the eye anymore.

[Chuckdom19]

I paid myself off the small bet I had made inside that this was the exact situation. Been here, seen this. Now she'll be all scared I'll kick her out! Now to heighten the tension, a reverse twist.

"Gloria, release Stella from the harness, while I make a call." I walked a few feet away, turned my back, and called the Doc upstairs. "Jan? Hi. Are you occupied at the moment? Could you step down to the basement, please? Use the back elevator... and let Tom know we might be needing his assistance. Thanks, beautiful!"

I turned back to them, still smiling, waiting.

[steelish]

Great I thought as Gloria release the harness, he's calling the folks to escort me from the building

"Mr. Chuck, sir. I really am interested in the lifestyle. I do want to be a full-time submissive or slave or something. I know I sound naive, but I can learn. Please don't kick me out. You mentioned an event. I would be very interested in attending it." again, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to shut myself up before I made myself sound any more pathetic to the man. I knew I was on the verge of tears and struggled for self control.

[Chuckdom19]

"Chuck is fine for now... we'll see if you need to add a title later." I was pleased with her responses so far; good cause had been shown for hope with her.

The private elevator door at the back of the hall opened, and Tom, our rigger and general equipment upkeep/cleaning/whatever person came out, followed by Jan, our staff Doctor.

Stella seemed surprised at those who had arrived, but seemingly allowed herself to be led to the spanking bench without hesitation.

[steelish]

My heart was racing. I had expected his "henchmen" to arrive and escort me from the premises, but a wiry man and a red-headed woman entered through a door I hadn't noticed. Instead of taking me to the outer door they led me over to a low bench. I thought I knew what the bench was for and I felt a thrill of excitement. I wasn't sure whether I should be scared or not. All I knew was I was getting wet and I felt hot and flushed although none of them had touched me sexually.

[Chuckdom19]

I noted Stella's flushing and apparent lack of fear. A very positive sign.

"Jan, dear, could you please do a cursory exam on our new friend Stella? Just to assure us that she is not under any drug influence or physical concern? And Tom, please rig out the whipping bench for Stella, and if she passes the physical from the Doctor, get her into position. Grace and I will be back shortly."

Looking to Grace, I said, "Dear girl, could you assist me with a problem for a few minutes?" Her knowing grin told me she knew just what kind of problem I had to solve.

[steelish]

"Oh, I'm getting an exam? Is this a ritual all of the establishment's patrons go through? I ask the red-haired woman, as she helps me up on to an examination table. She doesn't answer me and it is my assumption that the reason behind this is to add to the excitement of the place. I lay quietly as she draws blood and then, once my feet are in stirrups, examines my pussy and takes swabs.

After the medical exam, Jan has me step onto the floor and hold out my arms, then bend over and touch my toes. She stands behind me and brings my arms behind my back and touches my elbows together. She then asks me if I can do the splits. When I nod my head, she asks me to demonstrate so I do. After each maneuver, she writes on a tablet of paper. She tests my maneuverability and range of motion in several ways, all the while taking notes.

During all of this, the wiry man 'Tom' took some measurements of my limbs and is now busy with the bench. He has pulled it into the middle of the room and I can see him attaching straps to it in various places. Just seeing him do this has me getting very wet, and I can only guess what might happen.

I am told to stand quietly, and I do so while the doctor and Tom walk to the far side of the room and chat. I can't hear what they're saying, but Jan is looking through a microscope and then looks up at Tom and says something. In a few minutes, they return to me and they both have smiles on their faces. "All clear" says Jan. It is the first time she's spoken to me and I smile at her.

Tom takes my hand and leads me to the bench. He has me kneel on a padded surface and buckles my legs down. Walking to the other side of the bench, he pulls me forward until I am bent over it, and buckles down my arms on the other side, where there is another padded surface for my forearms. A strap is buckled down across my waist, and then he asks me to move as much as I can. I do so, and he walks around and adjusts the bonds. Once again he asks me to move, but now I can't do anything other than move my head. He looks up at Jan and nods.

[Chuckdom19]

Grace and I were shortly out in the hall, and heading for a non-descript, blank door along one wall. The plans showed it as a mop closet.

I opened the door with my master key, and we proceeded down another hall. First door on the left was open, and we entered to find a lovely, small dungeon, built for two.

Closing the door, I lead Grace to the head-and-wrist stocks, adjusting it after she is locked in to bend her over a bit. A handy willow switch is soaking in brine, and will come in handy as I tease her to major excitement.

[steelish]

I am excited by all of this and I can feel my juices running down my thighs in anticipation of things to come. I had talked in depth with my Dom friend about all things BDSM and he and his sub allowed me to watch a couple of their sessions before. It just made me want it all the more. I almost resented his sub, I would have loved to have him for a Dom but he recommended I come here in search of one.

Jan and Tom step away from me and I can hear them move about the room. Tom returns to me and drapes a cloth over my head. The cloth hangs down from the ceiling and pools on the floor below me. I now cannot see behind me. He walks back around the curtain to join Jan, who is behind me. (at least, I am assuming it is Jan)

I feel fingers part my ass cheeks, and a slender object is inserted into my rosebud. I gasp at the intrusion. It is not painful, just unexpected. Suddenly, the object within me starts to get bigger. It stops inflating just as I grunt. I then feel another part of it inflating, the part that is still protruding from my ass is inflating, pinching my asshole between the two large parts. Again, it stops getting larger just as I let out another grunt. I feel it move slightly and then a pressure starts within my bowels. Oh my I think I'm being given an enema! Just as I start cramping up, the pressure eases and I can hear a splashing noise in a container behind me. My face flames red as I realize what is happening. They are now emptying my bowels into a bucket or something. The pressure starts once again, along with the cramping, then the easing, then the splashing. This process is repeated three more times until I hear Jan's voice say, "She's clean"

I feel a light slap on my ass as they deflate and remove the object, and I breath a sigh of relief. Tom re-appears in front of me as I sigh and he chuckles, then leans down and gently kisses my cheek. I can hear a door behind me open and close and I don't know whether someone walked in or someone walked out.

Tom disappears back around the curtain again and everything is silent. I wait, and wait, wondering what is about to happen.

[Chuckdom19]

Pulling myself back together after the lovely interlude with Grace. I'm hoping she enjoyed herself, but it's back to the main room, as by now they'll have our newest friend prepped and ready.

Walking into the main room, I see Tom removing a privacy drape around Stella, and Jan heading out with an enema kit and bucket. It is truly nice to have trained staff!

I bend over and greet Stella once again, asking after her comfort. "Well, other than the, um, 'cleaning-out', I'm very comfortable. I pull over a chair, and sit down so I can face her directly. "I propose to get you a little experience now, dear lady. I'll start with just a hand spanking to warm you up, then we will proceed from there. Some ground rules: you will call out each stroke, and any you miss will be repeated until you call out the number. If you lose count or make a mistake, we will start again. There are various levels of pain; I will ask you for a color about every five minutes. 'Green' means keep going as-is or harder; 'yellow' means keep going, but no more severe; 'red' means stop at once.The Doctor has approved you for participation and given you a clean bill of health. I am going to move behind you now, and begin."

Looking over my target, I rub my hands over her soft, slightly pink bottom. Lifting my right hand, I swing hard and she grunts at the landing, calling out "One". After twenty good strokes, I rub her bottom, soothing her tingling skin. A few minute break and we would proceed to the next level.

[subserviant]

I followed Chuck back to the dungeon,it was slow going as my legs were still cramped from the position the boss had me in.My legs had been pulled straight up and spread to an immposible width ,leaving my private parts exposed.
He began slowly and gently to swat the insides of my thighs ,then to my pussy and ass.I thought so far so good ,maybe I wont get the full treatment this time.Suddenly he swung the switch hard and fast covering my pussy with welts,i couldnt keep still even though i I knew the punishment would be worse if I cried out .
I let a scream out as he swung harder.He smiled when he heard my protests. Knowing I had no limits ,it was part of the agreement when I agreed to be his slave,he began to beat me with a fury that all but consumed him.
The brine commbined with the blows cut welts into my pussy ,he wouldnt do it to my legs as he said the welts shouldnt been seen by any one but him.As the skin broke the brine did its work leaving me in such agony that I wanted to beg him to stop ,but knowing it would only bring more pain ,I struggled to reamin silent .
The boss finally wore out the switch ,throwing it to the side .He stood beside me stroking my burning flesh ,then swatting me with his hand a few times before letting me down .He helped me to my feet ,smiled ,telling me that it would do for now as he wanted to get to know the new girl.I tried to keep up with his fast pace .He turned asking me strenly if I wanted another swiching,if not to keep up.We entered the dungeon were the new slave was .
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[Chuckdom19]

Grace was standing and watching me warm our friend Stella's bottom. She was swaying slightly, shifting her weight from foot-to-foot... and distracting.

"Grace, I want you to have Tom help you pull a bench up directly in front of Stella's face, then lie down on it, spreading your feet wide on the floor on either side of the bench."

"Stella, look closely at Grace's thighs and cunt; she is my sub, and is also a pain slut. She copes with almost anything I chose to do to her, without complaint, as she knows that any noises she makes other than counting and thanking me will increase the level of pain."

"This is not the ONLY type of submissive there is; some are for pleasure, some are for a mixture of pleasure and pain, some are only worth using as toilets. The use *you* will be put to will be determined by your ultimate Dom, and should be loosely agreed to before you submit to him or her. You have only experienced a minor pain application... Grace, here, has gotten much more. I'm being VERY gentle with you as I know you are totally inexperienced, so I'll do something rare; would you like a variety of experiences now, or do you want to choose a single path, or do you want to get up and leave?"

[steelish]

"I definitely don't want to leave" I say in response to Chuck's inquiry. "But I don't know what I am. I don't believe I am a toilet slave, even the thought of being used for a toilet turns me off. I've enjoyed the pain you've given me so far, and who doesn't like pleasure? Maybe I am a combo? How do we find out?"

Again, to my consternation, I find I am babbling. This is something my Dom friend told me I would have to stop once I became someone's sub. "I'm sorry for talking so much Chuck, I mean, um Sir. Shoot, I don't know what to say. Sorry." Shit I think to myself as I am again biting the inside of my cheek to shut myself up. All I knew was I wanted to shout 'GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!' Everything that had been done to me so far had made me want more.

I lifted my head, and within inches of my nose was Grace's pussy and thighs. I wasn't sure why he told Grace to position herself there. I hoped it was so that I could taste of her. I had fooled around with the friend of mine who was supposed to meet me here. She used to be a sex slave before her job required her to relocate. She was hoping to meet a new Dom here. I had discovered that I enjoyed pleasuring females almost as much as I enjoyed sucking cock. My mouth began to water as I looked at her pussy. It looked slick with juices, and I could smell her arousal.

I lay there across the bench, strapped down, drooling from both ends and waited for Chuck's next move.

[Chuckdom19]

"So you think you might be a pleasure slave AND interested in pain as well? Fine then. You may start by pleasuring Grace here... and me, together with a little pain."

Grasping a cat'o'nine from the nearby table, I helped Tom slide Grace's bench closer, so Stella's face was tight into Grace's sweet honey pot. I'd tasted her many times, and knew the treat she was!

"Start eating, then, Stella. I will begin to soften your bottom and back with my well-oiled cat, and fuck your pussy to within an inch of cumming. Your success with Grace will earn you a cum, failure will bring you retied on your back with Grace astride you, and more lashes on your front."

I began to stroke, softly at first, as I fed my hardness into Stella's warm cave. She surprised me yet again, in that she was nearly virginally tight. The next testing of Stella was on.

[steelish]

My eyes lit up as I saw Grace's pussy getting closer and closer, until my face was buried in the vee of her legs. MMmmmmm, I was in heaven. As her pussy was shoved up against me, I stuck my tongue out and slid it right in. I wanted to taste her before I started on her clit.

I realized Chuck was still talking to me and strained to hear what he was saying; "–with my well-oiled cat, and fuck your pussy to within an inch of cumming. Your success with Grace will earn you a cum, failure will bring you retied on your back with Grace astride you, and more lashes on your front."

I smiled into Grace's pussy and began my attentions anew. I barely felt the soft strokes of the whip, but when he started to push his cock into me, I groaned into Grace's crotch. It was heavenly to be caught between the softness and the hardness, with the cat licking my backside. I had dreamed of this many times, and wanted my Dom friend to arrange it with any of the other Doms he knew; but he always chuckled at me and said it was up to the Dom who trained me to do it.

The most difficult thing for me now was to keep from cumming. The smell of the pussy in my face along with the feeling of my tongue gliding over her soft folds combined with the stroking of the hard cock within me and the licking of the cat quickly had me to the edge. I concentrated as hard as I could on Grace, sucking her clit into my mouth and rolling my tongue around the little nub of hardness. I could feel her thigh muscles trembling and I knew what I was doing felt good to her.

Again, I stroked my tongue within her, tasting her as I used my nose to rub her clit. I alternated back and forth, sucking her clit, flicking it with my tongue and then lapping her pussy like a thirsty dog drinking her nectar. She was starting to roll her hips around on the bench and I was struggling to keep up with her. The cock was continuing to slide slowly in and out of me, stroking the walls of my canal. Knowing that Grace was so close to cumming combined with the other sensations once again had me to the edge. I groaned deeply, trying to hold back my own orgasm. I knew that I might be able to hold back if Grace came, but if that cock within me erupted, I too was going to go explode.

I sucked Grace's clit within my mouth again and remembering that Chuck told me she was a pain slut, I bit gently on it, scraping my teeth against it. That was all it took. Grace's hips jumped off the bench and she grabbed my hair and ground into me as she cried out and came into my mouth. It was indeed nectar. Her release was sweet as it slid down my throat.

As Grace flopped back and let me go, I cried out, "Please sir, if you don't stop I will cum. I can't stop it. I'm trying, but your cock and the whip - I just can't stop. Pleeeeeaaassee!" I was clamping down with my pussy, as if I could hold it back that way. I was at the pinnacle, floating along the edge. If he didn't stop fucking me, or if the cat hit me extra hard, I was going to cum no matter what. There wasn't anything I would be able to do to stop it, and my fear was that he would think me unworthy and caste me aside.

Chuck surprised me. He struck me hard three times in succession then tossed the whip aside. He grabbed my hips and started slamming his cock into me, making the wooden bench I was strapped to creak in protest. The hard strikes from the whip tossed me over the edge. I was tumbling down, seeing stars. My body was nothing more than a grasping pussy, spasming around Chuck's pounding cock. I was wailing in relief at the explosion, my face still damp from Grace and my hair bunched up from where she used it as handles. I'm sure I looked a sight, but at that moment, I didn't care.

[Chuckdom19]

I flopped down on a chair, exhausted from the whipping and the cum. This girl had a tight cunt, that gripped and milked... and had proven that she had self control in spite of outside distractions. She pleased me, and led me to my next thought for a trial. But first, a break.

"Tom!" I called out. "Free Stella, please, then clean and sanitize the whips and such as usual. Then you may wish to come up to the third floor." Our third floor was the residential area for the artistes, other staff if they wished, and, of course, me. My office was up there, as was security. Access to the floor, by elevator or stairs, was strictly controlled by fingerprint and retinal scan. I had meant for it to be private and safe, and it was. The third floor did not show up on filed architectural plans with the city, nor did it show from outside, even to helicopters. Pulling myself together, I caught the Doctor's eye (who had watched the proceedings with interest) and motioned her to join us. Taking Grace's hand, I helped her up and the four of us, me and The Three Graces, boarded the private lift at the back of the hall.

With four of us in the car, it would not budge until at least two of us passed the scan and print test. Doc and I checked through, and we exited on the third floor. I was surprised that Stella had not balked at leaving her clothes behind; of course Tom will bring them up when he joins us.

Leaving the elevator, I told Grace, "Please help Stella clean up and such, and the two of you join us in the lounge when you finish. 15 minutes maximum, ladies!" I watched the lovely show as they walked down to a guest room.

"Doc, lets relax a bit with lunch, then I want you to put your Domme hat on for a while and provide our new friend with a little stimulation, while the rest of our staff (whoever is free) comes to watch and participate, if you choose. Sound like fun?" She nodded with a grin I knew so well, and we went to the lounge.

[steelish]

Sated from my orgasm, I was in a fog while Tom released me from my bonds. I could feel the wetness on my thighs as I shakily stood up.

Grace and I accompanied Chuck and Jan into the service elevator at the back of the room. I watched as Chuck and Jan had their fingerprints and eyes scanned. The elevator rose upward. When it stopped, Chuck and Jan got out and directed Grace and I to go clean up. Grace took my hand and led me down the hall to a palatial suite that had an enormous bathroom in it. We scrubbed ourselves clean in the large walk-in shower.

I said "Oh my" and pointed to the built-in enema system.

Grace gave me a wicked grin. "Convenient, isn't it?"

"They don't expect..." I started.

"No, you've been cleaned already!" Grace laughed. "Come on, let's finish getting ready and go to the lounge."

We dried off and styled each other's hair. It felt almost like a "girls night out" as we sat side by side in the vanity mirror and applied makeup. I took great pains to make sure I looked my best. Grace led me to the large walk in closet and there were racks and racks of stilettos in every size, color and style you could imagine. I chose a 4" pair of open-toed cuffed heels that had little padlocks instead of buckles.

We had fun sashaying down the hall to the lounge. Grace gave me that wicked grin again and said, "Brace yourself" before she pushed open the door.

[Chuckdom19]

By the time the ladies rejoined us, the Doctor and I had gathered about 20 of our staff in the lounge. Fred, the staff gofer, had laid out a nice buffet and selection of drinks.

Fred was interesting: he served here without pay, a long-time customer of one of our Dommes who was given the chance to serve her full time once he retired. That came early; he was the relative of some guy named "Buffett", I think, and had lots and lots of money. Mistress Frannie allowed Fred the boon, and he was limited in costume to wearing a pair of house-slippers and wrist-and-ankle cuffs. Being that he was 5'5" tall and only weighed about 120 pounds, he looked rather silly, she thought. It didn't seem to bother Fred much; he served as kitchen slave, cleaned all the artistes' rooms, helped clean the second floor between customers, and in general took care of a bunch of details which otherwise would have fallen through the cracks.

Our staff always welcomed kindred spirits, folks who were not judgmental or critical of other lifestyles. This was appropriate, as we had just about every lifestyle that existed. Some were dominant, some submissive, some switch, some just neutral. We had guys, gals, and a couple who we were not certain about. Those who had gathered for the welcome party were a blend of all, wearing what they happened to be wearing at the moment.

Stella and Grace entered the lounge, and I introduced them to the crowd. Grace took to her knees at once, adopting "kneeling present" position; after a second or two, Stella followed suit. I was pleased to see that she had taken the time to do her hair and makeup carefully, and, again, was not self-conscious about her nudity in a room full of more-or-less clothed people. Her erect nipples and the drop of nectar dripping from her carefully waxed cunt-lips proved she was excited. I touched Grace's head which told her to rise, and took both women's hands to help them to vertical.

"Grace, join the family and enjoy your meal. Stella, come with me." I took her to my chair, and sat down. "Get me a selection of the buffet, a glass of wine to match your selections, and return."

[steelish]

I was slightly overwhelmed by the crowd in the lounge, although it did excite me a bit to be "on display" as I was. Eternally grateful for having taken the time to do my hair and makeup I was less nervous in front of everyone than I would have been otherwise. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Grace drop to her knees, and place her hands - palms up - on her spread knees with her back arched towards Chuck. Not wanting to let him down, I quickly got into the same position. I could feel my heart start to race and I was certain everyone could sense my nervousness.

After a moment, Chuck pulled us to our feet. Directing Grace to join the others and eat, he took me to his chair. He did not have me sit down though. Instead, he asked me to select some items from the buffet and a glass of wine to complement the assortment.

Wandering over to the buffet, I noticed a short, slender man dressed in nothing but slippers and cuffs. He was rather cute, and I smiled at him as I picked up an empty china plate. I looked over the selection of food on the buffet, then glanced at the assortment of red and white wines. I knew that we might be in the lounge for a while and thought he might enjoy something that he could savor and linger over.

I chose some rare roast beef and scooped a small amount of ground horseradish next to it. Moving on, I noticed some rosemary roasted fingerlings and spooned some onto the plate. Hmmmm, maybe some asaparagus and a small salad with a peppercorn ranch dressing. I found I was having fun trying to do my best to pick only the finest items for him. It was easy, considering the spread before me was gourmet, and fit for a king.

I chose a nice Shiraz that I knew had the dry bite to accompany the fare I had chosen for him and made my way back to his seat. Setting the plate and glass of wine before him, I smiled and then, as gracefully as I could, sank to my knees next to his chair and assumed the same position Grace and I had taken upon entering the room.

[Chuckdom19]

I was pleased that Stella had not resisted my instruction, and enjoyed the pleasant view of her still-pink ass as she went to the buffet. Returning quickly, she brought a nice, balanced variety of the delightful selections Fred had laid out for us, accompanied by a lovely wine... a dry Shiraz that went well with her choices. As I ate, I shared morsels and tidbits with Stella, feeding her from my plate.

"You chose well, girl, and have earned a treat. Get us a couple desserts, please; whatever you like for yourself, and some blueberry cheesecake for me. Pick a beverage you enjoy, and a Gewurtztriminer to go with mine." One more test. What would she choose for herself?

My mind drifted away to plans for the evening, knowing I had to supervise the evening rush downstairs. I already had eleven messages waiting, but none from Mom in Security, so nothing urgent.

"Doctor?" I called her. As she came over, I said, "I'd like you to take Stella to your playroom after dinner, dear, and play with her for a few hours. You might offer her charms to any of the staff who are interested, but no anal, not yet. That is reserved for me later tonight. Feel free to make her hurt, to keep her on edge of cumming, but no marks. Make her service as many as you wish; it should be a fine welcome to her. Please discuss with her how long she can stay, and how interested she would be in joining the family here. I'm not sure she could yet cope with multiple Dom/mes, so tonight should be a good challenge for her."

[steelish]

I smiled at Chuck and went to retrieve the desserts. Picking up a small tray, I chose his blueberry cheesecake and a glass of Gerwertztraminer for him and looked around for what I wanted. Not knowing what else was planned for me, I decided against a heavy dessert and chose a small bit of fresh fruit, mainly berries and added a dollop of creme fraiche. I started to walk back to the table and something caught my eye. I couldn't resist. I asked the sommelier to pour us a small glass of Eiswein to sip then returned to Chuck.

I once again laid out our desserts at his table setting and assumed the submissive position.

[Chuckdom19]

I was pleased to see she did not choose a heavy dessert, and pleasantly surprised with her choice of beverage. Eiswein is a treat in itself.

"Stella, I am turning you over to the Doctor for a few hours: Grace and I have a business to run through rush hour. I sincerely hope you can stay with us for a while. Enjoy your evening, and I'll see you when the bar closes."

I stood and bent down, tilting her face up to me so I could kiss her... a long and lovely experience. Those lips would meet mine again!

"Grace!" I called out. "Time for action. And the rest of you; business time is here; back to work, all."

[steelish]

I was thrilled! He said he hoped I can stay a while! My heart was singing; I was in heaven.

After Chuck's lingering kiss, I turned to look at Jan. She beckoned, and I hurried to her. Chuck had said he was 'turning me over to her' so I dropped into the submissive position in front of her, hoping I was doing the correct thing. I heard her chuckle, then SHE raised my face up for a long, deep kiss. After raising me to my feet, she had me follow her to the large suite Grace and I had used to get ready.

She led me to the four-poster king sized bed and had me stand between the posts at the foot of the bed, facing the mattress. She buckled my wrists to the tops of the posts and then secured my feet to the bottoms of the posts. I was now standing, spread-eagled in between the posts at the foot of the bed. I watched, wide-eyed as she laid out various implements. A paddle, a crop, a single-tailed whip, a flogger, and a cane.

"How far do you think you can go dear?" she asked.

"I don't know ma'am, I've never felt most of those."

"Well, we'll just find out, won't we."

"Yes ma'am" I whispered.

Even with the tingle of fear, I could feel my pussy moisten and begin to throb.

She walked behind me and with her bare hand, first rubbed my ass in little circles, then swatted it. She alternated cheeks and kept at it until my ass had a pink glow. Pausing, she ran a hand between my legs.

"Mmmm yes, you do like this, don't you?" She was practically purring at me.

In a gasp, "Oh, yes, ma'am"

She picked up the paddle and swatted my ass a few times. It didn't do much for me. It made a thumping noise, but didn't contribute to the sexual tension I was feeling.

"Hmmmm. Maybe not that." she said, and threw it to the side.

Picking up the crop, she walked behind me and rubbed it against the pink handprints that decorated my ass. I hissed and surged forward on my toes at the sensation. It didn't hurt, but boy did it make me want... something. That made her chuckle.

She started cropping me, moving the strikes all over my ass, occasionally striking me on my thighs which startled me, but felt wonderful just the same. My ass had one hell of a burn going now, and the crop was like fire each time it landed. It was heaven.

I almost groaned in disappointment when she stopped with the crop. Her next choice was the flogger. I watched her closely as she played with the strands and smiled at me. I was beginning to tremble in anticipation and opened my mouth. To my surprise, what came out of my mouth was, "Please ma'am, I want to feel that soooo baad. Pleeease."

She laughed and moved behind me. I could hear the strands whistle through the air and then, oh delicious delight, what a feeling! I was straining at my bonds, trying to move to meet the strikes of the whip. Something had been done to it, and it was almost caressing my skin. I threw my head back and let out a long quavering moan. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit it felt soooo goood.

"Let's see how you like this" she said and shocked me by bringing the strike up between my legs. I looked down and watched the ends of the whip wrap up to my belly button and then slide along my skin in a long liiiick of leather. I was on the verge of an orgasm and I think she sensed it. Backing away, she went to the bed and picked up the cane. This one had me scared and my teeth started to chatter.

"Shhh shhhh, it will be ok" she crooned at me as she ran her hand between my legs to stroke my dripping sex. She kept at it until my eyes rolled back and then WACK across my ass with the cane. My eyes flew open wide and she resumed gently stroking my wet pussy, lulling me with her gentleness. She did this about four times until she noticed me pushing my ass back to accept the strokes of the cane. She then began to cane me in earnest, foregoing the gentle pussy caresses.

I was flying high again, and she brought me to the pinnacle of release, only to stop when I was teetering on the edge. I was shaking all over now, and gasping and moaning almost constantly, muttering, "I need, I want, I want, please, please, please"

She moved in front of me and I could see her hanging something from the ceiling near my head, but I was too far gone to pay much attention. I needed something in my pussy, my ass, my mouth, ANYTHING!

The smell of a woman's arousal brought me out of my stupor and I realized that she was in a sling of sorts, with her crotch dangling in front of my face. I leaned forward and hungrily dove in, licking and sucking on her clit and pussy lips. I was like a wild animal and she had to make a few shushing noises at me to settle me down a bit. I started to really concentrate on her pleasure and soon had her gasping and pulling on my hair.

I could feel the first tell-tale flutters of her pussy on my tongue and drove it deep into her as I ground my nose into her clit. She pulled my face tight against her sex and screamed as her juices flowed over my tongue and I swallowed the creamy nectar. As I swallowed I thought about how I was her sex toy for the moment, being used for her pleasure. I remembered the feel of the leather striking my skin and these thoughts pushed me over the edge. I growled into her as her juices flowed down my throat and mine poured down my thighs.

"Oh yes, I think you'll do just fine" she shakily whispered as she pushed my head away and I looked at her with unfocused eyes.

"Yes ma'am" I croaked, wanting even more.

[Chuckdom19]

Fortunately, the night was quiet downstairs due to a really bad storm going over. Power was out and trees down and such over a wide area, but my backup generator kicked in and kept us up and open. It really wasn't worth it, though, so I closed up early and headed for the private elevator upstairs rather anxiously. Looking forward to more fun.

Grace was one of the staff who lived here, and I met her at the elevator door. She began to go to her knees, but I smiled at her and pulled her to me, kissing her deeply. "You can be my assistant for a while tonight, Little One. We'll see how the Doctor has done with Stella, then add our own part to the welcome."
She grinned.

As we walked down to the guest suite, I noticed a group of staff standing outside the door. I asked Irene, "Did you enjoy our new friend? How did she do?"

Irene responded, "Damn, Boss, she sucks cock like she was born for it." He broke into laughter at his small joke. "She's tied to a bench in there, and has taken at least fifteen of us orally. Doc has kept us away from her lower half; seems the slut is a half-inch away from cumming, and she doesn't want to allow any insertion that could kick her over accidentally. I almost wish I still liked girls..." He grinned at me, fully aware that I knew he swung in both directions. That was the only reason he was still a "pre-op trans-sexual", according to what I had heard. He was afraid he would lose too much sensation.

On arrival at the room, I slid into the room quietly and watched Stella satisfying yet another of the staff. By the look on Marilyn's face, she was being well-serviced, and knowing that Marilyn was multi-orgasmic made me certain she was in the middle of a long series of waves. I caught Doc's eye and joined her in a fine position for observing.

"Have you allowed her to cum yet, Doctor?" I asked her.

"No way, Boss. She kept getting close while I whipped, flogged, and caned her, so i got her busy satisfying others. You can see her cunt is still dripping, though, so I think she's still on the edge."

"Thanks, Jan. I'm going to take over here now; please let the folks in the hall know that their willingness to cooperate has been appreciated, and they'll have more chances at her later." I watched Marilyn weakly standing up, leaning on the wall to get herself going out the door.

I kissed Jan hard, whispered, "I hope you enjoyed yourself too!" which got me a broad grin in response. Rising, I walked over to Stella, still laying on the bench.

"UP BITCH!" I yelled at her. "Get your filthy body into that bathroom and clean that cum off your face and hair and chest. I want you to douche as well, and do two more enemas... I'm sure that meal has worked its way through by now. You've got fifteen minutes to get yourself decent. MOVE!!"

[steelish]

Jan untied me from the posts, only to move me to a bench. After tying me over it, a parade of men and women came through and I happily serviced all of them. Jan kept my interest piqued by occasionally striking me with a crop. I lost track of how many cocks and pussies I sucked, all I knew was I teetered along the edge of cumming myself. I came close a couple times when others were cumming into my mouth, but Jan must have sensed it and backed off each time until they finished.

I was servicing a particularly juicy woman when I thought I heard Chuck. I tongued her as her cunt spasmed against my lips for an eternity. She was delicious. She pulled away from me and I know my face was slick with all the juices. My jaw was sore, but I was ready to do anything for a cum. Someone untied me, I don't know who, but I just lay there, waiting for the next event.

My hair was plastered to me all along the edges of my face, dried cum was on my neck, chin and chest.

I was vaguely aware of everyone leaving and then I heard Chuck's voice thunder in my ear; "UP BITCH! Get your filthy body into that bathroom and clean that cum off your face and hair and chest. I want you to douche as well, and do two more enemas... I'm sure that meal has worked its way through by now. You've got fifteen minutes to get yourself decent. MOVE!!"

Startled, I jumped up and said, "Yes sir!" while running into the bathroom. I quickly showered and used the enema attachment to cleanse myself. I douched and then combed out my wet hair, getting the tangles out. I didn't have time to dry it, so I ran back to Chuck and dropped into the submissive position in front of him. My heart was thundering in my chest and my pussy was flowing in anticipation once again.

[Chuckdom19]

Dear Doctor and I had discussed the efforts so far in 'breaking' Stella, and agreed that she is wonderfully submissive, and unafraid of new experiences.

"How far do you think I can push her? How severe? How harsh?" We talked about potential physical limits, things we might try from our 'specialty collection', and her psychological responses. Agreeing on a path, we finished just in time for me to grab a couple props from the cabinet.

"Jan, get Fred to clean up in here. I'm taking Stella to my suite."

I turned to Stella and told her, "Hold still!" I snapped the collar around her neck, and put the lead onto it. Pulling once on the leash, I said, "Heel!" and began walking out into the hall. Stella followed without pause, and we moved down to my suite. I closed the door behind us.

"Have lots of fun being a mouth-whore? I hope so, as you'll have lots of chances to do that. But tonight you won't have anyone else to worry about except doing what I wish."

"Tonight will be a study in obedience, in tolerance of a Dom's wishes, and in choices. We will start with a little something to warm you up, then move along."

"One of my favorite tools for teaching a slut is a tawse, just like those used on English schoolgirls. You will remove the collar and bend over the desk there, as would a naughty schoolgirl. Typical punishment for a girl would be 4 or 6... but you are far older than a grade-school child, and have far more padding. Assume the position for 20; you will count out loud for ALL punishments unless gagged, you will request the next stroke 'if my Master wishes'. I may go more than the promised amount if you take it poorly.
You may not rub until I allow it, if I do. And you will not move from the assigned position until permitted. This IS a test; can you do this, hold the position without bonds and without cumming? Take your place."

The first swing was easy, just finding my motion. She responded correctly, so from there on, she got my best. I planned to leave her with some marks to wear for several days, as a reminder, as a test, and as something to show off. This was the easy start for her, though; much worse was yet to come.

[steelish]

I trembled as he placed a collar around my neck. He led me down the hall to a suite that seemed to be twice the size of the one we had just left. I was feeling a bit overwhelmed, but I was also very eager for anything and everything that had been happening.

After closing the door, Chuck turned to me and asked me if I had fun being a "mouth-whore". I opened my mouth to answer him only to realize as he kept talking that he really didn't want an answer.

I listened intently to him; "Tonight will be a study in obedience, in tolerance of a Dom's wishes, and in choices. We will start with a little something to warm you up, then move along. One of my favorite tools for teaching a slut is a tawse, just like those used on English schoolgirls. You will remove the collar and bend over the desk there, as would a naughty schoolgirl. Typical punishment for a girl would be 4 or 6... but you are far older than a grade-school child, and have far more padding. Assume the position for 20; you will count out loud for ALL punishments unless gagged, you will request the next stroke 'if my Master wishes'. I may go more than the promised amount if you take it poorly. You may not rub until I allow it, if I do. And you will not move from the assigned position until permitted. This IS a test; can you do this, hold the position without bonds and without cumming? Take your place."

I walked over to the large mahogany desk and bent over, placing my forearms on the smooth, cold surface. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself to respond as Chuck wanted me to.

WACK! "One! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Two! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Three! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Four! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"

This continued until he had reached twenty strokes with the tawse. Although he had not told me to thank him for the strokes, I felt it appropriate to do so and hoped he wasn't angry at me for it. I desperately wanted to place my cool hands on my burning ass and ease the ache. The tawse had a different feel to anything Jan had used on me. It was more 'slappy' rather than stingy, but had more of a bite than a bare hand. Kind of like a cross between a bare hand and the crop I thought to myself.

My pussy was once again thrumming with need, and my face turned red at the knowledge that I was so easily turned on by this.

[Chuckdom19]

I could see that she was on the edge again, and that after the onslaught of the two leather straps that comprised the tawse. She had some nice red marks which would not fade soon, but not nearly enough.

"Rise and rub, Stella. You dealt with that very well, girl, and I'm proud of you. Now I have a serious question which you MUST think through carefully before you answer. I need a very complete answer. What HARD limits do you have on what we will do here? There are some basics; I do not do scat, I do not leave permanent marks or disfigurement without previous agreement, I will not allow mental damage."

I led her to a bed where she could lay down, and rolled over a tray of soft beverages. "I also do not allow people to make life-changing decisions under the influence. Take what time you need, I'll be in the room through the padded door there."

[steelish]

My cool hands were heavenly on my burning ass. I rubbed lightly as I followed him to the bed and gingerly sat on the edge of it. After he rolled over the soft drink tray and left, I thought about his question. I knew what I absolutely would NOT do, that was something I had thought about for years. I was glad we agreed on one thing; NO SCAT! I turned over and lay on my stomach while slowly sipping a diet ginger ale.

Hmmm, so my first hard limit was no scat. I knew I would never condone anything related to children, so none of that. I didn't want to be a "breeder" nor did I want to be involved in pedophilia. Another thing I did not want to do was anything involving animals. So, third thing was no bestiality. I did love animals, just not in the biblical sense. I didn't really have to worry about disfigurement, as he had already mentioned that he would not do that without previous agreement. I had three hard limits that I could give him, along with one wish. I was happy with what I was about to tell him.

I set my half empty soda can to the side and rose to walk over to the padded door. I raised my hand to knock but giggled as I realized he probably wouldn't hear me knocking on the padding. Instead, I jiggled the handle then opened the door and walked directly up to the chair he was seated in. I didn't look around the room; my eyes were only on him. I did hear CNN and correctly assumed he was watching the news. When I reached him I assumed the submissive position at his feet and told him, "Sir, I have my answer and would tell you if it pleases my master that I do so"

Hoping that I had approached him correctly, I waited for his response. At the slight nod of his head I continued; "My hard limits would be no scat, no animals, and no children. I also have a fantasy if my master wishes."

Holding my breath, I glanced at his face. He was smiling down at me and nodded again. My face turned red as I reveal, "I have always fantasized about being tied immobile while being pussy whipped as my nipples are pierced for adornment, then have my clit pierced as well".

I knelt there, face red and gaze on the floor as I waited to hear what he thought of that fantasy and what he thought of my hard limits.

[Chuckdom19]

In a surprisingly short time, Stella entered the room and knelt before me. Her three "hard limits" were no surprise, and (truly) limited me not at all in the things I would do anyway.

Her 'wish' was a pleasant surprise; she was excited by things I would likely have done anyway. Her golden-brown hair shone in the indirect lighting of my playroom as she bowed before me, and I said, "You will likely get your wish... eventually. But you will have to earn your wish first."

Switching the TV to the Classical background music station, I stood and took Steel's hand, leading her to a Japanese Horse mounted along the wall.

"This will be your next trial, Stella. I am going to mount you on this horse, and you will suffer some pain, and some pleasure. Reach down for some deep-down calm, as this will truly try you."

She smiled back at me, and mounted the stool at the side of the horse. I helped her onto the top edge of the bar, which was slightly rounded, but not much. Spreading her labia to both sides of the peak, I took her arms behind her and fastened them to the cuffs there. I pulled on the other ends of the chain fastened to the cuffs, lifting her arms behind her into a strappado and forcing her weight forward on her cunt, so more was on her clit. She cried out in surprise and pain, and asked for some relief of the pain.

"No relief soon, Stella; you will have to endure this a while. Now for your legs." Reaching down, I brought them up and under her, attaching the cuffs which hung below the bar to her ankles. And, finally, I put the thin upright post in the hole at the front of the beam to which was attached a ratchet-limited reel, which had a fine line spooled on it ending in two harsh clips. I released the ratchet and pulled out the line a bit until I could mount the clamps to the base of each already-erect nipple. I tightened the handle slowly, watching the nipples stretch, then the breasts stretch further and further from her chest as the sounds of her discomfort got louder and more urgent.

Once the line was bow-string tight, she was contorted in such a way that her whole weight was on her clit and cunt. Now for the fun part for me! I walked over to the rack on the wall and picked up a nice single-tail, whose lash was about 18" long. This whip was not designed to cut skin, but had a very sharp sting and left lines for a couple days.

I stood back a minute and watched Stella squirm on the bar. While she was absolutely in some significant pain, her juices ran down the bar copiously. Pain, yes, but pleasure as well!

"You will now get twenty strokes of the whip; ten on your back, ten on your breasts. The stretched condition of your lovely tits will make the pain more significant. Brace yourself, and count loudly as any missed stroke will send us back to the beginning... and the extras will all be on your breasts."

[steelish]

I was quite surprised at the ingenious device he had put me on. So deceptively simple, yet so torturous. I had no problem with it until he raised my bound arms up behind my back. I could feel the hard wooden edge digging into my clit, smashing my pussy lips and creating a line of fire along my slit.

I was already huffing and puffing, "Oooohhh sir, it hurts. Please sir, it hurts" I wanted to try to find purchase for my legs and relieve the pressure, but he negated that by cuffing my ankles up underneath the bar. "No relief soon, Stella" was his response.

I was determined to see this through, and watched, teeth gritted as he clamped and stretched my nipples. The bite of this had my pussy once again drooling and I hissed as I was stretched between the strappado and my tortured nipples. I squirmed and realized when I did so, the hard nub of my clit popped back and forth against the pressure of the wood grinding into me and the newfound pain of this had my juices freely flowing. I was grunting and squirming, trying to find a somewhat comfortable position, but none was to be had.

I heard him say he was going to give me strokes on my back and breasts, and I was to count them out as I had before. I panted and nodded that I understood.

He stepped back and as he raised his hand for the first blow I took a deep breath and held it.

WACK! "Aaaaahhhhoooone! Thank you sir! *pant pant* May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Aaaiiieeetwo! Thank you sir! *groan* May I have another if my master wishes"
WACK! "SHIT AhThree! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "fuuuuuuckfour? Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "fffffffffffshhhhhhhhhitFive! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "ssssssssssssssssix! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "IIIIIiiiieeeGoooooddd SEVEN! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"

Oh shit oh shit oh shit I found that I was beginning to grind into the beam as I was being struck. I don't know whether I was using it to take my mind off the pain of the whip (which had a hell of a sting) or if the pain of everything combined was serving to bring me close to the edge again.

WACK! "fuck fuck fuck eight! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "NINE! Thank you sir! *much hissing and panting* May I have another if my master wishes"
WACK! "Goooddddddd Ten! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "oh Jesus Oh Jesus eleven! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "tweeeeeeellllllllve! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Thhhhhat's aaaahhh thirteen! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "fffffourteeennnn! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "faaaiiiiii fifteen! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "sssssssssssixteeennnn! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "*growling now* seventeen! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "eeeeeeeighteeen! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "NNnnniiiiinnnnnneetteennnn! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Twenty fuuuuuck! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"

I was shocked to realize I using every bit of strength I had to pull away from the nipple clamps and grinding my hips into the beam. I was sweating, panting, breathless, every nerve on my body felt more alive than it ever had before and I wanted to scream to be let down but at the same time I wanted to scream for more.

[Chuckdom19]

Stella dealt well with the twenty strokes, and had earned a little break.

"Good job taking the strokes, girl. For behaving so well with them, I will take your nipple clips off. Relax a bit now." Slowly, slowly, I took one clip, then the other off; the rush of blood to each caused a fresh surge of pain, then eased off.

"I will also lower your hands a bit, so your shoulders don't hurt quite the same. To pay for that, I'm going to turn up the power a bit." Her hands were lowered about 12 inches, easing some of the pressure there.

The power would be a surprise for her. The top edge of the horse had a copper cap running along it; with my remote I could send a variable burst of electricity along it, from a tingle to a 10 on the Richter scale. I turned it to about 2 and sent a burst of fun her way. How would she take it?

[steelish]

I was happy to have pleased him, although I worried that I wasn't quiet enough during the strokes.

When he took the nipple clamps off, I hissed at the sensation of the blood rushing back into them. It had such a bit to it and when he lowered my arms, my shoulders ached and my upper arms trembled. I worried what he meant when he said I had to pay for that by him turning up the power. I bit my lip as I watched him pick up a remote control and twist a knob on it.

oh fuck fuck fuck fuck I felt it in my pussy. It was like pins and needles, but more so. If you've ever taken a blade of grass and touched it to an electric fence, you'll know the feeling. I squirmed a bit, moaning. I tried pulling with my arms while pushing with my legs, but couldn't lift myself. My legs started trembling with the effort of trying to move. The tingling was intense, and was making my pussy even wetter, if that were possible. My pussy lips felt full and thick where they were pressing into the surface of the beam, and I wanted nothing more than to jump off and masturbate. I sat there, moaning and twitching, pulling and grunting.

[Chuckdom19]

Another fine response... she was coming along nicely. Time to give her a real break, and a reward. I turned off the power, lowered her arms and legs and disconnected them, then helped her off the horse.

"Take a few minutes to clean up everything except your pussy juices, Stella; leave those as they are. Get yourself back here quickly."

She rushed away, and five minutes later she was back. I led her back into the lounge, and laid her down on the bed. Letting her rest a bit, I undressed and joined her in the bed; we made slow and gentle love, bringing her to massive orgasms repeatedly while enjoying myself as well.

We relaxed next to each other for a while, just snuggling and staying close to each other. "I hope you are enjoying yourself, as I am certainly enjoying your company, Stella. There is much you have left to experience, and some huge growth, but we'll just call it a night, as it's nearly morning. Just a few things to take care of before we sleep. Need to pee?"

[Chuckdom19]

oops

[Chuckdom19]

oops.

[steelish]

It seemed like an eternity but it was only a few minutes before he lowered my arms and legs and unfastened them, then helped me off the beam.

"Take a few minutes to clean up everything except your pussy juices, Stella; leave those as they are. Get yourself back here quickly."

I quickly went into the bathroom, splashed water on my face, brushed my hair and took a moment to run a toothbrush over my teeth. I wanted to be sure I was presentable to him.

Five minutes later I returned. He led me back into the lounge, and laid me down on the bed. I relaxed as I watched him undress. He got into bed and pleasantly surprised me by making love; slowly, gently, bringing me to massive orgasms over and over again. The contrast from the pain and stimulation I had been feeling earlier to the gentle reverence I was receiving now added to the rush of sexual pleasure.

We lay next to each other for a while, wrapped in each other's arms and simply snuggling. "I hope you are enjoying yourself, as I am certainly enjoying your company, Stella. There is much you have left to experience, and some huge growth, but we'll just call it a night, as it's nearly morning. Just a few things to take care of before we sleep. Need to pee?"

The question startled me. I turned red with embarrassment. I needed to pee, but that was kind of, uh, well private, wasn't it? I could feel my face get hot as I nodded my head at him.

[Chuckdom19]

I laughed as her face reddened. If she thought THAT was a personal question, what did she think about enemas and such? Ah, well.

"Take care of your needs, Stella, and come back in here." While she was gone, I fetched in a cage, designed for a human person. I tossed in a soft rug for the bottom, put a couple full water bottles in, and a small pillow. She would not need a blanket, as the third floor was kept at 87, a comfy temperature for bare skin.

She came back, head down and still a little red, and took the present position on her knees.

"We are getting ready for sleep now. I'm going to give you a little something to keep you busy." I pulled her up standing, and over to the bed, laying her face-down. "Lift your butt up." She did, and I slid in a vibe with several features and remote control. A simple butt plug was next; one size larger than was comfortable for her. Finally, some lined cuffs to keep her hands in front. I helped her climb into the cage, and locked the door.

"Get some sleep now, whatever you can... you'll need it for tomorrow." I switched off the lights, climbed in bed, and set the variable remote to mix up pistoning, squirming, vibrating, and the occasional shock. Her noises of pleasure and pain put me into a deep sleep for six wonderful hours.

[steelish]

My heart pounded with relief as he directed me to the restroom to take care of it. I was happy he was not introducing me to watersports yet, if at all. The enemas I took were one thing, but I had never even peed in front of another person, let alone had someone do it on me!

I took care of my needs, brushed my teeth and hair once again then made my way back to him and got into position down in front of him. "We are getting ready for sleep now. I'm going to give you a little something to keep you busy." He pulled me to my feet and led me to the bed, where I was made to lay face down.

"Lift your butt up."

I did and he slid something deep within me. I moaned at the feeling. Oh oh oh wow I felt something rather large being inserted into my ass. I felt soooo full and the two objects rubbed against each other through the thin wall separating them. He had me turn and sit up, which made me feel even fuller, pressing the butt plug deep. He took my hands and fastened leather cuffs to them. They were lined with something soft and he fastened them in front.

He led me over to a cage I hadn't noticed and helped me climb in. After he locked the door he turned and looked at me. "Get some sleep now, whatever you can... you'll need it for tomorrow." then he switched off the lights. I heard him walk across the room and get into bed. Suddenly, the objects within me came to life. "Oh!" a startled cry escaped my lips. Mmmmmmmm they were pulsing, that felt good. I moaned at this. Oh yess! now the pulsing stopped and vibrations started. I gasp as pulses start again. "Aaaaiiieee mmmm" now it was doing the tingling pins and needles thing I had felt on the beam. "uuuuhhhhngggaaaahhh" pulsing again. I was trying to be as quiet as I could so he could get sleep, but I couldn't imagine that my quiet moaning and squirming wasn't reaching his ears. He never said a thing, and before long I could hear deep breathing coming from the other side of the room. Ooooh, evil evil man! I thought. This wasn't a mere tease; I was going to have to try to sleep like this all night long.

Occasionally all the pulsing, buzzing, tingling would stop completely for a few minutes, allowing me to get my breath back. I put up with this for over half the night before I gave in and fingered my clit. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to do this or not, but the infernal intruders were bringing me to the edge with each circuit of impulses, only to deny me when they went silent. I massaged my clit and pinched it during the electrical tingling. My orgasm was a sharply intense one and I cried out. uh oh my bound hands flew up and I clapped them over my mouth. You dummy! I listened intently, but I think he still slept. Not wanting to risk a repeat performance, I spent the rest of the night putting up with peaking and cooling, peaking and cooling without relief.

[Chuckdom19]

Her mixed sounds were like a lullaby, putting me into a deep sleep. She cried out some time during the night, but I got right back to sleep.

On arising, I looked at the cage, and had a tired glare shot in my direction.
"Sleepy, Stella? I understand; strange bed and all." I opened the door to her cage and she crawled out at my sign.

"Take out the plugs and get them clean; this time you can use the soap and water in the shower, but you will usually be cleaning them with your mouth. Get used to it. Go shower and whatever else you do to get ready for the day, as breakfast will be here in half an hour." She scurried into the bath, and I followed her in. Another limit to breach here.

"I've got to use the facilities too; just keep busy doing your thing." I sat down on the john and opened a magazine from the rack next to it, watching her out of the corner of my eye.

She was hesitant, but kept going. She was surprised, though, when I got in the shower cube with her. I kept from touching her, and used the secondary shower heads until she started washing her hair. I had to hold myself back to keep from grabbing her right there, but discipline first.

Drying myself, I left the room and dressed in a pair of casual shorts with an a-shirt. Just as the food arrived, Steel came out from the shower wearing a robe. I was shocked.

"WHO THE *FUCK* TOLD YOU TO WEAR CLOTHES???"

[steelish]

By the time morning arrived, I was exhausted. I had managed to doze off a few moments here and there, but for the most part, had a sleepless night. Gee, wonder why. I was grumpy when Chuck woke up and addressed me cheerfully. He unlocked the cage and motioned for me to exit it.

"Take out the plugs and get them clean; this time you can use the soap and water in the shower, but you will usually be cleaning them with your mouth." My startled gaze shot to his face, but he was blase about it. "Get used to it. Go shower and whatever else you do to get ready for the day, as breakfast will be here in half an hour."

I hurried to the bathroom and Chuck entered immediately behind me. I was embarrassed when he sat on the toilet and grabbed a magazine. He told me to keep doing what I needed to do to get ready so I hesitantly went back to my business. I felt awkward and was happy to escape to the shower. I loved the shower stall, if you could call it that. It was large enough for eight people to fit comfortably and had so many shower heads in it you could stand in the middle and not move but be sprayed by water head to toe. I looked up. There was even a waterfall shower head embedded in the ceiling. Wow.

Chuck entered the shower just as I was beginning to soap up. I remembered him sitting on the toilet and turned red again. Quickly, I went back to showering and washed my hair, rinsed off and stepped out. Chuck finished at almost the same time and after drying off, left the bathroom. I had no idea where my clothes were so I grabbed a white fluffy towel that was in the bathroom closet and wrapped myself in it. Just as I was finishing combing out my hair so it wouldn't tangle, I heard the food arrive and exited the bathroom. I was sooo hungry!

Chuck's booming voice stopped me short; "WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU TO WEAR CLOTHES???"

My heart leaped into my throat and I fumbled with the tie of the robe. I couldn't get it off fast enough and I was trembling all over as I tugged. I finally got it unfastened and quickly knelt in the submissive position, shaking like a leaf from head to toe, the robe pooled around me on the floor.

[Chuckdom19]

Well, she stripped off fast enough anyway. "You'll pay for that later. Let's eat."

I sat at the table and turned to uncover the huge tray of goodies; Stella stood there, uncertain. "Sit and dig in, girl." She did both, eating as though she were truly famished. Well, as the Arctic Natives say, "Food is sleep." And she had darn little, so she needed all the energy she could get. I started to chat about her home town, her parents, schooling, and such; all small talk. At first her answers were very short, but she relaxed after a while and opened up. By the time we were down to the sweet treat at the end, she was seemingly enjoying the chance we had to get to know each other, as I had opened up as well.

When we had finished and cleaned up the mess, I rolled the table out into the hall. My bedside Mac told me I had twelve messages waiting, but only one had an urgent flag; I took care of that one while she took another quick trip to the restroom.

After I finished, we went into the playroom together. Walking directly to the multi-stocks, I helped get Stella's head, neck, and ankles into the appropriate holes. She was nicely bent, then, and her legs wide-spread. The perfect position for our morning's activities. I cranked her just a bit less bent, and walked over to the toy cabinet, returning with an inflatable butt plug.

"This should help you keep your breakfast inside for a while." Lubricating it with my 'play' lube, I slid it home. The tingling started soon after I finished inflating it just past the point where she complained.

"You know, I really hate messes on my floor; try to be careful. Now, just to warm up, I've got a lovely flogger made of kangaroo hide." I began stroking, and without prompting she counted as best she could. The few marks she had gotten last night were faded, so I did my best to put some new ones on. After about 20 minutes, I took a break and got some water to share with Stella. She drank thirstily.

"Our next fun will come directly from nature, Stella." I walked to a large,low cabinet next to the toy box and after putting on some heavy gloves, I grabbed some goodies from the aquarium and put them in a plastic tub.

[steelish]

"You'll pay for that later. Let's eat."

Shit I thought I screwed up again!

As he sat to eat, I hesitated. Should I kneel in the submissive position? What should I do?

"Sit and dig in, girl."

Oh Thank God! I was starving, and dig in was exactly what I did. As we ate, Chuck inquired about my life, hometown, family, job and other idle chit chat. By the time we finished our breakfast, we had gotten to know each other quite well.

I brushed my teeth, my hair and peed while he sat at his laptop.

When I came back out, he led me down the hall to the playroom. Moving me in place in front of the stocks, he had me lean over and place my head, neck and wrists into the upper stock, then locked it in place. I couldn't see my feet or what was going on behind me, so I simply allowed him to pick up and place my feet where he wanted them. I felt something close around my ankles, and as he stood up, I experimented with my legs and realized he must have put them in a stock as well.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him turn a crank and the upper stock holding my head and wrist rose a bit so I was almost, but not quite, upright.

I heard his footsteps recede behind me, then return. "This should help you keep your breakfast inside for a while."

I felt slick lubricant at my ass, then something was inserted inside me. I could feel it getting larger and larger within me, until it felt like I was full to bursting, and I gasped out. He stopped inflating it, and now it felt tingly, like an itch that needed to be scratched. It made me squirm.

"You know, I really hate messes on my floor; try to be careful. Now, just to warm up, I've got a lovely flogger made of kangaroo hide."

The flogger was like a caress on my skin, warming me. Soft moans escaped my mouth as I felt the lashes land again and again. And I continued to squirm from the itching, burning, tingling I was feeling in my ass.

My head was buzzing when he stopped, and offered me water. I didn't realize how thirsty I was until the cool liquid touched my lips.

"Our next fun will come directly from nature, Stella."

My brow creased as he said this, and I didn't know what he meant. He was behind me, moving around, and the stocks prevented me from seeing what was going on. I listened and heard a click, followed by the sound of water moving. I then heard a couple of splashes. I was beginning to get fearful. What is it? I wondered.

[Chuckdom19]

I walked around in front of her, holding a couple neat little goodies in my gloved hands.

"Now before you get worried, you are NOT allergic to these little dears, or Doc would have come across that in her tests and warned me. These are creatures of the deep ocean, which are being studied by the local university for their interesting capabilities. They like to grab onto smooth surfaces with suction cups, then draw their food from the host with their mouths, under the center of the creature. First they inject an interesting fluid to numb the skin, then make their withdrawal. To finish up, they close the wound with a squirt of juice which stings like crazy, but does nothing else."

"I propose to put these lovelies on a couple places of your outside. First, I think one to each cheek would be fun. We'll find out how it works, and go from there."

After I was done explaining, I showed them to Stella, and she made a noise such as I had never heard before. Not quite a scream, not quite a groan. I put them on her bottom cheeks carefully, making sure we were well-clear of any interesting play areas. About twenty minutes later, I caught them as they fell off. And Stella screamed. Loudly.

[steelish]

I watched with horrified eyes as Chuck held the creatures out before me. I listened to him describe what they did and suppressed a shudder. They looked horrid, and slimy, and as if they could inflict great damage. I let out a high-pitched gurgled moan that I cut off by swallowing hard.

He walked behind me and I felt the cold touch of the creatures. I really didn't feel anything painful, just a bit of suction, as if Chuck were cupping me, then nothing. This isn't so bad I thought, and began to relax. I felt a bit light-headed, but assumed it might be from the fright I had just experienced. Just as I was about to open my mouth and tell Chuck his creatures were a wash-out, I felt a horrible stinging pain, as if I were being stabbed on each ass cheek. The pain was sudden, and lasted a while. I squirmed and sweat, moaning and crying out. I wanted to climb away from it, but could go no where. I know Chuck stood behind me and watched my ass bob and weave. I wondered if he was enjoying the show. I hoped so, because otherwise, it certainly wasn't worth it.

[Chuckdom19]

Stella's reaction lasted quite a while, nearly 20 minutes after removal of the creatures. I sat and watched the wiggle, and listened as her screams bounced off the walls and reverberated around the room. Once she settled down, I brought her another drink, this one a 'sports drink' to replace the minerals and salts she had lost over the ordeal.

"Next time, you won't forget about not dressing without permission, right?"

I stood in line of sight for her and continued. "I was going to put those on your tits, Stella, but I wasn't sure you could handle that yet. And I knew for sure I had other plans for your beauties later today. But for now..."

Picking up a Dragon-Cane, I began to lay some strokes here and there, carefully avoiding her bottom for a while. I played with the stocks controls, lifting her a bit off the floor, and turning her feet a bit so I could lay a few strokes on the soles. She gave me lovely sounds, crying out at each stroke. Her thighs took several strokes, and I put a few across her breasts, avoiding her nipples for now. Other plans were afoot for them.

[steelish]

The itching, burning and stinging lasted a good while, making me dance in the stocks for Chuck. All in all it was bearable, it was just when they injected the liquid to close the wound that stung like crazy. When he told me how he originally thought to punish me by placing them elsewehre, I was grateful that he had not and vowed to try my best to keep him pleased with me.

He picked up a cane and started to strike me with it. Oh God now I was really beginning to enjoy the session. I could feel the sharpness of the cane strikes meld into a heat that suffused throughout my body. The stocks would occasionally rotate, and move me into different positions, giving him the opportunity to strike other areas; Oh yes! on my tits! *gasp and moan* Oh god oh god my thighs *crying out* Mmmmmmy asssssssss yesssssss oh god yes and it went on and on for a little while, making me wet and wanting.

When the stocks turned my feet up and he struck the soles of them, every muscle in my body jolted and my hands were opening and closing spasmodically, as if to look for leverage against the pain. oh shit oh shit oh shit please please please I would have given anything to service him right then and there.

[Chuckdom19]

Stella was in full rut when I finished with the cane; one touch to her clit or nipple at that point likely would have put her over the edge. Too bad she was not going to cum for a few more hours at least.

I left her in the stocks for a bit while I readied her next ride. She had really not had any exercise for a while, so this would be good for her. After she had "cooled off", I walked her over in the corner to the tiny shower room I had there. I made her try to pee; she was reluctant to go with me in the room, but did eventually. A fast wash, with special attention to her bottom-cheeks just-in-case, with antibiotic soap. A quick rinse in tepid water to calm her excitement, and a warm-air dry. She was ready for action.

Well so was I. Ordering her into "present" position, I had her give me some head to relieve MY tension. I made a mental note to have compare methods with Sweet Mary Ellen (yah, that was her 'professional' name. She liked the schoolgirl game, and looked it, though she was 26); a few lessons would help her along. But some of ANY task is experience, and she made up for the lack with enthusiasm.

Once done, I took her to the exercise bike. And yes, it had those little modifications you read about in the porn stories. I had found the supplier for a major porn house in San Francisco and gotten the bike with the dildo which rises out of the seat, pistoning and spinning. Tom, our rigger, had gotten a local shop to make up some other interesting attachments as well as getting a few off-the-shelf at local hardware stores.

One of the modifications was a wider seat. Not every woman is 'narrow as an arrow', and that's fine! I was not, however, going to have to limit my activities due to stupid design. Tom found a seat from an old Harley Electra-Glide cop-cycle which did the trick. It also provided a nice metal bar around the back to give us another bondage point. A locally-made dohickey allowed some breast and nipple bondage.

I settled Stella on the seat and fastened the ankle straps which would keep her aboard. Wrist bonds on the handlebars were next, then the waist strap, not too tight. A little lube on the dildo and we tested for complete penetration; I loaded the reservoir for the shaft with surprise fluid. Sliding the afore-mentioned dohickey against her chest wall (where a soft leather brace prevented damage), I strapped her breasts down tight and put a couple clips on her nipples, not too severe, just to keep things fun. There were a couple wires to go to the clamps, and we were set to go!

"Stella, I like subs to get enough exercise, so you're going on a ride here, at whatever pace you choose to set for yourself. After your first two miles, the device expects you to go a bit faster, after five faster still. Faster after ten, and more so after fifteen. At twenty miles, you are done! We'll have a treat for you then. You have a Gatorade nipple next to your head, and I want you to stay hydrated so drink every ten minutes or so. You WILL have access to the gear-shift so the pedaling won't be anything extreme for you, and the machine is set, today, to have your course all on the flat."

"Now for the fun parts. In the first five miles, you get the dildo pistoning every 10 turns of the wheel, and as you go further, it happens more often. You may *try* to cum, if you can, as often as you wish. Be ready, though, for an occasional concern with that effort. I'll be sitting right here watching and taking care of the business while you ride. Have fun!" I patted her on the shoulder, and gave her a quick, deep kiss.

[steelish]

By the time Chuck put the cane to the side I had a fine sheen of perspiration covering my body. I wanted him to touch me, to take me. He did neither. He left me alone and I could hear him moving around behind me. I heard soft clinking sounds, a whirring noise, and he was quietly humming as he worked. My curiosity had been aroused and my mind was filled with all kinds of images.

When he released me from the stocks, I resisted the urge to turn and look at whatever he had been working on. I knew that I would find out soon enough. He led me over to a small restroom in the corner of the room. I was made to sit on the toilet and he told me to pee. As embarrassed as I was, it took a while for my bladder to release, but it finally did. I washed up with his help. I sneaked a peek in the mirror at my ass cheeks to see if there were any marks from those sea creatures, but saw only a faint red spot on each cheek. It was almost as if it had never happened! I could still remember the pain I felt when they released and suppressed a slight shudder. It was like the pain felt when nipple clamps come off, but multiplied a thousand times over.

I gave my thoughts a mental shake and stepped in front of the warm-air dryer as directed. He took me back out to the room and had me kneel in the 'present' position. I watched eagerly as he opened his pants and took out his hard cock. I was more than ready for this. I had been craving it since the caning. His cock was a velvet covered rod of steel in my mouth and I lovingly licked and sucked until he came. I had even taken it deep in my throat a few times, holding it there until I felt a gag coming on, and then slowly sucked as I pulled my mouth along it's length. I hope he was happy with my skills, but he gave no indication of what he thought.

I finally got to see what had been keeping him so occupied when I was cooling off in the stocks. It looked like an exercise bike, but it was an exercise bike on steroids! As we walked towards it I examined it. The seat was nice and wide, kind of like a Harley Davidson's seat, but any thought of being 'comfortable' was negated by the tip of the dildo sticking up through it! I glanced quickly at Chuck and he smiled and motioned for me to sit on the seat. I sat and could feel the tip of the dildo just barely touching the lips of my pussy. Chuck strapped my ankles so that I could not remove my feet from the pedals, then did the same with wrists to the handlebars. My midsection was next to get strapped to a bar that wrapped around behind the seat.

I waited as he walked behind me. The tip of the dildo retracted either into or below the seat level and I couldn't feel it anymore. I heard the snap of a bottle being opened and then a few moments later the dildo once again touched my lips. A click and then the dildo rose up and in, then down and out, up and in then down and out. Another click and it stopped. I heard the sound of liquid being poured then Chuck walked in front of me, pulling something around my chest and securing it to a brace behind me. The thing around my chest tightened and I looked down at by breasts in surprise. They were poking out through holes in the bondage device and were looking swollen already. Mmmmmmmmm that felt nice.

As I sat there, thinking about how nice all this was so far, Chuck tweaked my nipples a couple of times and then applied clamps. They had a nice bite to them and the breast bondage heightened it. Mmmmm yes, even better I thought. My eyes widened when I saw him attach the wires to the nipple clamps.

Chuck stepped back and walked around me slowly, testing my bonds, adjusting things here and there then threw a few switches and I heard some clicking as if a dial were being turned. I flinched, but nothing happened.

He walked back in front of me and said, "Stella, I like subs to get enough exercise, so you're going on a ride here, at whatever pace you choose to set for yourself. After your first two miles, the device expects you to go a bit faster, after five faster still. Faster after ten, and more so after fifteen. At twenty miles, you are done! We'll have a treat for you then. You have a Gatorade nipple next to your head, and I want you to stay hydrated so drink every ten minutes or so. You WILL have access to the gear-shift so the pedaling won't be anything extreme for you, and the machine is set, today, to have your course all on the flat."

He paused, then resumed talking with a mischievous smile on his face, "Now for the fun parts. In the first five miles, you get the dildo pistoning every 10 turns of the wheel, and as you go further, it happens more often. You may *try* to cum, if you can, as often as you wish. Be ready, though, for an occasional concern with that effort. I'll be sitting right here watching and taking care of the business while you ride. Have fun!"

At that cryptic statement, he patted my on the shoulder, then gave me a very nice deep kiss. I turned my attention to my task and started to pedal. Knowing that I would eventually have to go faster, and also knowing that I had to ride for twenty miles, I started out at an easy 5mph. I set the gears at a mid-range, so that my rpms weren't going to exhaust me before I could get far. It was a meandering pace, sort of what you'd do if you were a little old lady pedaling a three wheeler I know, but I wanted to warm up before going faster. The first piston of the dildo startled me, and I'm sure Chuck saw me jump. I could hear a low chuckle come from him.

After a couple of minutes, I amped it up a tiny bit and increased my speed and changed gears. I had no idea how far I had gone but had done some triathlons, so had an idea that I had maybe done a little over a mile. My conundrum was that I knew even at top speed it would take over an hour to do twenty miles, so I had to pace myself. A couple of times during the first few miles, the pistoning of the dildo made me falter. I figured out when I passed the five mile mark; the dildo started pistoning more often, causing havoc with my system. I had to remember to turn my head and drink the Gatorade. That was one of my faults during my triathlons and the training. My coach always said I was bad at staying hydrated.

I wasn't so sure I wanted to try to cum. He made it sound like something bad might happen. About the time I had the bike up to a cruising speed of 15mph with a slightly higher gear to amp up the rpms, I was at the point where my body wanted to cum. I tried to ignore the urges and did a fairly decent job of it, but it was inevitable. I could feel my pussy clench in it's first spasm and my legs slowed down, I forgot to keep pedaling. My whole being was tuned into the orgasm that was starting to rocket through me. I started to moan, only to cry out as I felt a shock to my nipples. It jolted me and now the dildo felt different. It burned, itched, swelled. I gasped and started pedaling again, quickly getting back to the 15mph. The shocks stopped and the dildo resumed it's pistoning.

I looked over at Chuck, incredulous at the ingenious contraption he had strapped me to. He simply grinned back at me, then turned his attentions back to his laptop. I could hear the keyboard as he tapped out emails and such. Occasionally, the phone would ring and he would answer it.

My ride went on like this for a while. Every time I reached the pinnacle of an orgasm, the nipple shocks and the dildo put me back to task. I think I finished the twenty miles after an hour and a half. By this time I was trembling, exhausted from fighting my body's urges, dying to cum.

[Chuckdom19]

While she rode and got her exercise, I got my inventory check and ordering done, and got instructions out to Grace and Jim for the night's business. This would be my first weekend off since opening; I was planning to enjoy it.

Stella's breathing got faster as she rode, and the heart rate and breathing monitors in the breast straps detected an oncoming orgasm. This triggered the dildo to pop out some small dull spurs, and to squirt out the "surprise" fluid. This concoction of Doc Jan's reacted with natural lubricants to cause a burning tingle inside, which stopped almost at once. Coupled with the nipple shocks, she soon got back on task.

After nearly 90 minutes the system notified me it was reaching the twenty, and asked for more instructions. I told it to stand down, and shut down my computer until tomorrow. I'd be busy the rest of the day... and hopefully all night.

Satisfied with her ride, I had to help her back into the suite's living area to the bed as she was weak and shaky. A quick side trip again to the bath, for her to shower and use the facilities as needed led to me rubbing her down with fluffy towels. I opened the dumbwaiter to get out our dinner cart, and we sat to gather some calories.

After the repast was cleared away, I led her to the bed. A long, lazy time later, a very satisfied Stella laid wide open on her back, stretched out and relaxed. I played with this and that, laying beside her, teasing and drawing gasps of pleasure or pleas of satiation.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself so far today, Stella. We have some fun lined up for this evening. It may challenge you a bit, but I think you can handle it."

[steelish]

He unfastened all the bonds as I sat quietly on the bike. Well, quiet except for the rapid breathing which was slowly settling down to a normal rate. I flinched and gasped as he removed the clamps, then he helped me off the bike. My legs were surprisingly shaky and weak. I hadn't felt this shaky while sitting.

He walked me back to the suite and I lay on the bed while he started the shower. The shower was wonderful, the water steamy hot and the spray vigorous. It did much to restore my strength. Chuck dried me with big fluffy towels and we sat and enjoyed a dinner together.

After the little man who wears slippers came and cleared away our dinner impements, Chuck led me to the bed and caressed me. The soft stroking made me languid, limp, a doll in his grasp. Every time I tried to reach out to him, he gently laid my hands back on the bed linens. Soft cries and moans escaped me. Gasps of pleasure, accompanied by pleas of gratification. I felt liquid, seductive, and treasured while languishing in his arms.

I heard Chuck sigh softly as he stroked my arm and he said, "I hope you enjoyed yourself so far today, Stella. We have some fun lined up for this evening. It may challenge you a bit, but I think you can handle it."

I had only known Chuck since yesterday, but he had touched me, and I was ready to place myself into his keeping at a moment's notice. I felt treasured, protected, adored and I also knew that he would not hesitate to use firm control to guide me. I turned my head, smiled at him and nodded. "Yes, I have enjoyed myself, and I would love to continue. If it would not offend you; I would like to call you Master, or Sir"

[Chuckdom19]

She had managed to surprise me, and please me deeply. I pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "You may call me Sir, yes. I feel honored to be chosen, this soon in your experience as a sub."

I worried a bit as I held her. This must not be an "on the rebound" reaction, so I tried to reason out how to deal with this, and properly proceed.

"Stella, this experience has been strongly controlling and influencing to you. I am concerned that you might have been over-influenced by it, so we will let it go as it is now. Should you ever have doubts, or have a change of feelings, we can discuss things again."

Rising from the bed, i led her to the shower once again, and we shared a sybaritic time under the multiple heads and steamy warmth. I picked out a sundress and high-heel sandals for Stella, and grabbed odds and ends for myself, and sat down a minute.

"Saturday nights, if we have no special party planned we have kind of an 'open' night for our special regulars and for the staff to play as they wish. There are people who play hard, and some who are just there for the experience. There is some exchange that goes on; people who are into that wear a special wristband, and anyone can always say no, of course."

"I need you to decide now if you would be willing to do so. I'd make sure it was only with safe people before I OK it, of course, but you might be challenged by some Doms. And how would you feel about a female Domme? We have to determine this now."

[steelish]

I was relieved at his response to my question. I had startled myself when asking it. The question had just popped out, unbidden.

He pulled me to the shower and we enjoyed ourselves immensely under all the shower heads. By the time we got out, the bathroom was full of steam and my fingers were all wrinkly. I smiled as I combed the tangles out of my wet hair. After blow-drying it and applying light makeup, I joined Chuck in the bedroom and was surprised to see that he had laid out an outfit for me. A pretty sundress and high-heeled sandals to wear; no underthings of course, which was no surprise and I understood completely.

He sat down as I was dressing and spoke to me, "Saturday nights, if we have no special party planned we have kind of an 'open' night for our special regulars and for the staff to play as they wish. There are people who play hard, and some who are just there for the experience. There is some exchange that goes on; people who are into that wear a special wristband, and anyone can always say no, of course."

"I need you to decide now if you would be willing to do so. I'd make sure it was only with safe people before I OK it, of course, but you might be challenged by some Doms. And how would you feel about a female Domme? We have to determine this now."

I thought about it for a few minutes before responding. I trusted Chuck, I mean Sir, and knew that he would not allow harm to come to me. I wanted him to have fun and be proud of me. As for a female domme; I smiled as I thought about it, Jan was wonderfully fun when she worked with me yesterday.

I turned and sat on the edge of the bed to slide the heels on. "Yes, Sir. I would like to participate in your 'open' night."

[Chuckdom19]

Moments later, the private elevator doors opened to the great room in the basement. Tom Torquemada had done us up right for the night. There was plenty of equipment out and ready, with good space between for viewers and visitors.

A few dozen of our regulars were there, mostly couples so they would have a partner, but some singles as well. I noticed Sir DB, one of my favorites, and we approached to watch.

"Deliah, love," he spoke softly. "Now that you are bound to the cross, I am going to whip you. Are you ready for your punishment?"

Deliah answered, "As you wish, my Master. Shall I count?"

He confirmed that, and began to stroke with a single-tail across her front from shoulders to thighs. The whip left mild stripes and elicited short grunts of pain along with the count.

We watched for a while, Stella squirming and breathing heavily. I whispered in her ear, "Would you like to do something like that? There are other crosses here, or other devices. Look around and pick one!"

[steelish]

Chuck (Sir) and I take the private elevator to the basement. It was awe inspiring to step out and see all the equipment set up, some in use, some waiting for players. Sir steered me over to a man and women who were obviously partners. The woman was strapped to the cross, and the man stood to the side with a whip coiled in his hands. He was speaking very gently and softly to her, but the tone was firm and full of promise as he told her of his intent.

Sir and I stood and watched him whip her as she counted off the strokes. She took the pain well, only grunting as she counted. Just watching this was making me wet and I felt flushed. All of my attention was focused on the pale stripes appearing on her. I felt breathless.

I had to mentally shake myself to concentrate when Sir whispered in my ear; "Would you like to do something like that? There are other crosses here, or other devices. Look around and pick one!"

My heart pounded as I tore my gaze away from the couple. I glanced around at the empty furniture. I could see an X-frame, a bondage chair, stocks, whipping bench, standing stocks, a sex sling, a suspended platform, a gyno table and a chain web. I contemplated my choices. I also noticed a bondage ring hanging from the ceiling. Hmmmm, what if I were suspended, and could be approached from all sides?

I turned to Sir and pointed at the bondage ring. "Do you have a rigger who can artfully suspend me?"

[Chuckdom19]

The woman asks, 'Do we have a rigger?' Do we have a rigger!!! I beckoned to Tom to come over, let him know what we wish and he got busy at once. The ring was lowered and size adjusted, bonds attached, and Stella bound tightly. She disrobed and put her gown and shoes on a chair, and submitted to Tom's binding. Arms and legs outstretched, the padded bonds are attached to her carefully and she is lifted from the floor a short distance.

Tom turned to his kit, then, and began "enhancing" Stella's natural beauty. He worked for the Westmore makeup empire in LA for a while, and had learned many tricks. He was a wizard.

Stella was raised just a bit more, and put on a slow spin for a while. More of the regulars were arriving, and some of the staff who had not met Stella earlier. All of them stopped to watch her display, now enhanced yet again with some tasteful spotlights. Her beauty was breath-taking.

I picked up a rubber-stranded flogger. The hundreds of angel-hair thin strands would serve to bring a blush to her skin and ready her for more.

After fifteen minutes, her skin was glowing and we had gained an audience. Mistress Eva approached and asked for the chance to use a gentle single-tail; I approved her request and watched her methods. She is very good, and I hoped to pick up some tips.

Eva's sub removed her Mistresses' cape, and ran to fetch us both drinks. The whipping began, and the audience grew. Four other Dominants asked for chances to work with Stella; all were people I knew and respected so I granted the opportunity. A fifth was the guest of a regular, but I pleaded overload from the others on a new sub and he understood. Or I thought he did, anyway.

Two hours later, over half the equipment was in use and there were almost a hundred people watching others play. Stella was still in the ring; we had given her fluids and breaks between players. Now she was slowly rotating, watching the others in the room.

I was truly glad I had refused the stranger. "Master X" was cruel and thoughtless, seemingly uncaring about the sub's condition. I watched him for a bit, working on the regular who had invited him as guest. He was given no breaks, no hydration... and no quarter. "X" was using a harsh whip which he had brought with him, and it was knotted and beaded with metal studs. The sub was exhausted after ten minutes, and there were many places blood was drawn. I walked up between him and the sub, to end the activity.

It appeared "Master X" was too focused on his victim, as he swung and struck me instead. Security was close, and disarmed him at once. I directed them to take "X" into the hall, and accompanied them.

"X" was angry as a disturbed bee hive. "How DARE you take me out?" he shouted. The guards had to hold him tightly, he was fighting to get free.

"You were made aware of the policies of our private club before entering, and signed agreement." I kept my voice soft and professional.

"That stupid pretty boy deserves lots more than I was giving him!" He was almost foaming at the mouth.

I turned to the guards. "Brian, James, help Master X collect his personal effects and into his car. Make sure his voice-print and image are entered into the computer as unwelcome."

Spinning on my heel, I re-entered the room and put the problem behind me. Doctor Jan was already on the job, caring for "X's" victim.

Stella was ready to come down by the time I returned to her; Tom was already assisting her into her heels, but she had her gown over her arm.

[steelish]

I thoroughly enjoy being bound by Tom. I am soon suspended above the floor, exposed for the fun of the dominants. I am pleasantly surprised when Tom breaks out a makeup kit and expertly does my face.

Mmmm I can feel myself being hoisted higher and then set into a gentle, slow spin. I feel like a bit of artwork, swaying gently, with spotlights focused on me. I can't see beyond the lights to count how many people are now in the room, but the murmur of voices has grown louder. I can tell by the sounds that the room is full of patrons. I hope they likes what they saw.

I grunt slightly at the first strike. It has a light sting to it, nothing severe, but as I continue to feel the strokes over my body, I am suffused with a warm feeling. I feel as if I am soaring and glowing with an inner light. The strokes paused and I almost groaned with protest.

I could hear Sir speaking with a woman, but due to all the other voices in the room, couldn't make out what they were saying. I contented myself with slowly swinging around, my blood rushing through my body. I felt so alive.

Sir walks up to me and presses a glass of water to my lips, for which I am grateful.

I next felt a sting similar to a crop, but without the abrupt sting. This sting was more like a caress. I was making soft noises; Oh, yes, mmm, ah sighing and moaning gently. I was arching into it, striving to meet each application of the whip. Oh how wonderful I thought, relishing each stroke.

When that stopped, I received another sip of water, then I felt a crop being applied. Whereas the previous whip brought out soft cries and moans, this one made me cry out a little louder, although I enjoyed it as well. Whomever was wielding the crop was an expert, drawing it out so that I wanted it to last forever. It wasn't so much sexual as it was a heady, intense feeling. The crop was applied everywhere, sometimes hard and quick, sometimes gently, reverently.

The next one used a many-strand flogger. My pussy received a generous whipping, which I dearly loved. I was literally being whipped into a frenzy, and my hips were trying to swivel and hump to gain relief. I was now wanting to cum, but this was sensed and the flogger whipped a path across my back, over my breasts and after I was told to close my eyes, was even whipped gently across my face.

A bare hand was next, and the man spanking me took a moment to slide two fingers deep inside my pussy. I moaned and tried to rock my hips, but he just chuckled and said, "No no" removing his fingers to slap and pinch my breasts.

I almost came when I felt the cane strike the backs of my thighs. I could feel the welt that immediately rose to the surface of my skin. I received strokes on my back, ass, thighs, stomach and even lightly on the arms. The man using the cane on me made me hold it in my teeth while he used both his hands to twist my nipples, making me grunt. By now, juices were flowing down my legs and I knew everyone could see this.

After the caning, I was given more fluids, then left alone to gently rotate and watch the other patrons. The spotlights had been turned down a bit and I could now see more of the room. I looked over to see Sir talking to a cruel looking man who was pointing at me. I shuddered and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Sir shake his head and the man stomp away to whip a small man who seemed to be his personal slave. At each slow rotation, I glanced at the cruel man and saw him beating his slave, drawing blood. He didn't whip the man as if he did it out of love and appreciation for the sacrifice of the slave, rather he whipped as if he were trying to break the man. I cringed at each stroke I observed.

During one slow rotation, I saw Sir step in front of the cruel man to shield the slave. I gasped as I saw the whip land on Sir. Immediately, the cruel master was surrounded by the establishment's security. Within the span of a few moments, he had been escorted from the room by the guards and Sir.

I turned my head to see Jan taking care of the man's slave. I hoped he was ok.

Tom came over and after lowering me, released me from my bonds. He handed me my dress and shoes. I braced myself on his shoulder as I slid my feet into the heels, but left my gown over my arm. I didn't want to make the mistake of assuming I could dress.

[Chuckdom19]

I walked to meet Stella, just sliding into her shoes. "I am so very proud of you, Sweet Stella," I whispered in her ear. "Now for a change of pace for you." We walked hand-in-hand to a semi-horizontal rack; she looked at me with pleasure and nodded.

Helping her lay down after she slipped her heels off, I took her dress and found a chair for it. Tom rushed up and assisted me in putting her wrists and ankles into the bonds, and I happily turned the wheel to bring her tight enough for a little tension.

I bent over and kissed her deeply. "You did so well in the ring, attracting as many as you did, pleasing all those Masters and Mistresses. I'm going to help you have a little more pleasure now, and I'm going to have some as well." I picked up a multi-thonged leather whip, about 10 inch-wide strips on it. Working my way from ankles up, I paid special attention to her pussy and breasts. Her flat belly was lovely as a target as well; the pretty stripes laid pink across her flesh glowed in the changing light.

She struggled at the bonds, writhing in pleasure. I tightened the rack a notch, and gave her a swallow or two of gatorade.

A sudden boom across the room, and my two security guards burst into the room, looking odd. I saw why in a second. The guy I had banned had two huge weapons at their backs, and was pushing them ahead of him.

"So!" Shouting again. "Think you can kick me out of this dump, eh? Not much of a chance, eh? Where is that bitch from the ring?" He began scanning, and spotted Stella next to me, trying to shield her with my body.

"All the rest of you assholes! Move over beyond that rack. Leave the subs where they are... I'll get to them all eventually. YOU! RIGGER! Get your ass out here with a bunch of cuffs and strap bands! Fasten them all!"

Tom came out with the stuff, moving as slowly as he felt was safe. The rest of the security folks would be here soon, but he had to give them enough time to surround the jerk. I patted Stella, trying to soothe her, but she had to be really scared being bound helpless as she was.

[steelish]

I was excited when Sir led me to the rack. I had wanted to experience it, but it had been in use during the event so I chose the bondage ring instead. I lay on the rack with Sir's help and he and Tom buckled the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. I moaned with pleasure as the wheel was turned a bit and I felt the luscious tug-of-war it made with my body.

Sir bent over to kiss me and and compliment me on my earlier performance. I felt a rush of pleasure go through my body at the thought that I had pleased him. He spoke of pleasuring me, and I watched as he picked up a flogger. He started at my ankles, and the first stroke made me jump a little. I was halfway expecting the sweepy sting of a typical flogger, but this one was like a cross between a crop and a flogger. More stingy than the floggers that were used on me earlier, but I loved the feeling as he worked his way up my legs.

I felt like he was making love to me with the flogger. He spent some time pussy whipping me; I wanted to curl my hips up to meet the strokes but my body was stretched a bit to much to do it, making the pussy whipping more delicious because of it. My stomach was next, and I could feel my abdomen fluttering and dancing under the lashes. The heat he was putting on my skin's surface was like he was applying a warm blanket, one stroke at a time; under that blanket my body was a furnace. By the time he reached my breasts and concentrated on them for a while, I was squirming, my pussy moist and moans were escaping my lips.

Sir paused in his ministrations to mmmmmmmmmm tighten the rack a quarter turn and gave me a couple sips of gatorade.

I flinched when I heard the noise. It sounded like a small explosive. Sir turned toward the door but my view of it was blocked by his body.

I heard someone yelling, "So, think you can kick me out of this dump, eh? Not much of a chance, eh? Where is that bitch from the ring?"

At hearing the harshly spoken words my heart started pounding hard and I could feel my body tremble all over.

"All the rest of you assholes! Move over beyond that rack. Leave the subs where they are... I'll get to them all eventually. YOU! RIGGER! Get your ass out here with a bunch of cuffs and strap bands! Fasten them all!"

I saw Tom come out of the tack room with a hand full of cuffs and bands. He was moving briskly, but it seemed like it took him a while to walk the 25' to where the staff were gathered. I wondered how he was able to do that. It was fascinating and almost took my mind off of the danger we were in. Almost.

I was comforted a bit when I felt Sir pat my shoulder. My trembling quieted down a little and I took as deep a breath as I could.

My apprehension spiked again as I watched Sir get shoved over to the rest of the staff. He was cuffed and shackled to the rest of them and I worried that there was no rescue in sight. I didn't know how large Sir's security staff was. I wasn't sure if they were all down her, trapped with us or if there were others who were aware of our situation. I knew there were hidden cameras in the room, Sir had told me there were; but I sure couldn't detect any.

I turned my eyes back to the doorway and was completely dismayed to realize the man causing all this was the cruel master who had been kicked out. I watched with abject fear as he gave me a cold smile and then snapped his fingers at one of his men. A large duffle bag was placed at his feet. He was about 45' away from me, near the doorway and my breath started hitching in my throat as I saw him pull a long bullwhip out of the duffle.

I could feel my insides crawl with fear and loathing. He shook it out and walked closer, and closer, and closer. He stopped when he was about 25' away. The full length of the whip was revealed as he shook it out. It was long, incredibly long to my eyes. He swung his arm back and forth at hip height and the whip swished along the floor. Suddenly, he brought his arm up and back and 'CRACK' the whip snapped in the air about 10' from my body. I shrieked at the noise and he laughed. Tremors were making my body quiver and shake all over. I couldn't take my eyes away from the whip.

He advanced five more steps. Again the swishing along the floor. Again the arm raised up and back and 'CRACK' snapping in the air 5' from my body. The fear made me urinate and I was too afraid to be embarrassed. My teeth were chattering as I watched with horror while he took six steps forward.

I knew this time I would feel the whip land on my body. I bit the inside of my cheek hard; so hard I drew blood. I could taste the coppery liquid as I bit and bit and bit to try and keep from screaming. I didn't want to give this cruel beast the satisfaction. The whip swished along the floor, came up and in almost a slow motion effect, I saw the end of it come towards me and 'CRACK' I felt it across my ribcage. It was like being sliced open with a red hot sword. I bit my cheek hard and my head whipped up and back. When the back of my head slammed against the rack, I saw stars. I wanted to crawl out of my skin. I felt as if I were turning inside out. My eyes were rolling back in my head and then I felt the second 'CRACK' of the whip. I began to choke on the blood I was drawing and coughed. I know I coughed some up and could feel the warm liquid on my chin.

I heard commotion just as the the whip landed for the third time, but I couldn't hold on any longer, I gurgled out a scream and passed out while choking on my own blood.

[Chuckdom19]

I was cuffed and shoved in with the others, and the idiot had MY two guards acting for him, carrying in his stuff! My cell was vibrating like crazy in my pocket; I knew Mom was trying to reach me. Glancing around, I saw the red lights of all the cameras flicking on and off, which meant security was planning their move.

What was happening before me could not let me relax. After scaring the hell out of Stella with a few whip-cracks, he had the nerve to crack it across her skin twice, ripping a bit of skin each time. Stella jerked so hard, her head crashed into the table, blood coming from her mouth. It appeared she passed out.

At that second, eight security entered at once, through the main door, through the private lift, and from four holes in the walls which didn't LOOK like doors. The guards popped into the room and three Tazers hit "X" at once. The bull-whip hit the floor just as he did, and he writhed from the power.

Tom pulled the keys from his pocket and began unlocking us, Doctor Jan first, who ran to Stella and inspected her cuts, then checked the bleeding from her mouth. By that time, I was free as well and directed the guards to put "X" in one of our private rooms behind the wall panels, in strict bondage.

Jan had things strongly in hand, and Stella would have two minor scars from the whip blows. The oral bleeding was simply from her biting her cheek inside, and the bleeding had already stopped. Jan dressed the wounds quickly, gave an injection of some kind to provide comfort and pain relief, and helped me release her.

I picked her up and we headed for the elevator to upstairs. Laying her gently on my bed and Jan said, "She is deep in healthy, healing sleep right now. Let her wake up on her own, and this will just be a minor event in her life."
I asked Jan to stay with her, and went down to that private room, picking up Lance and Mom and Tom along the way. There would have been fifty people with me if we had room; the entire staff was out for "X's" neck at that point.

Stopping to think a minute and to catch my breath, I realized that my mind was not right for this project. Too much revenge was coloring my attitude. I turned to my head bouncer and said, "Lance, you know how to handle this. Find out how he got back in, how he overpowered Brian and James. Take careful notes, Mom, and let's solve the problem forever. Spend as needed, dear heart." I walked away, before earning a homicide arrest.

I went to my office and watched the security feed from that room. Mom did a few things to the naked, bound man that I had not seen done before anywhere except old prisoner-of-war movies. She had him crying in seconds, begging in under two minutes, and cooperative in three. Lance's bulk was there for intimidation, but Mom's evil mind got the job done.

Satisfied, I went back to relieve the Doctor and laid down beside Stella, taking her in my arms and just cuddling her close. I laid there, trying to dissipate my anger against "X", trying to control my agony at Stella's injury, trying to reconcile the events with my obligation to protect my subbie. I had failed.

[steelish]

I came to slowly, aware that I was in a warm, gentle embrace. I felt immediate relief. That meant that Sir was ok, no harm had come to him. But what of his staff? Was everything now ok?

I breathed in a deep sigh and snuggled closer. I felt Sir's quick intake of breath and I braced myself. I had disappointed him, I know. I had given in to that madman's desire for my screams of pain, giving him exactly what he wanted.

"I'm sorry Sir" I whispered to him, hoping that he wasn't too upset with me. "Is everyone ok?"

[Chuckdom19]

She came awake, and mumbled something about being sorry. I pulled her closer to me.

"Stella, you were unbelievably brave in what could have been a horribly painful and destructive situation. The bump on your noggin kept you from seeing the end, which happened just after you passed out. "X" is down in one of the private rooms, being worked with by Lance my head guard and Mom, head of security."

I pulled away a bit. "I failed, not you. It was my responsibility to protect and care for you. By not planning on that type of emergency, you got hurt. It was my fault."

My hands moved to stroke and massage Stella, running over her body, soothing and teasing. I ducked my head between her thighs and began to 'eat at the 'Y'', as one of my relatives used to say.

Dear Stella was as responsive as ever, and her thighs grasped my head tightly. I could tell she was close, so I nibbled, hard, on her clit. Arching her body, she came hard.

I was still concerned... and waited for her to relax and discuss it. And to see if she accepted my apology.

[steelish]

His words astonished me, I certainly did not blame him for what had happened and I was relieved that he was not disappointed in me. I smiled at him and he began to caress me tenderly; stroking and soothing me.

I gasped and moaned when he moved down to cover my sex with his mouth; teasing and tormenting me with his well-versed tongue. The trauma of the evening was forgotten as he brought me to a shuddering climax.

In the afterglow of my orgasm, I sensed that he was holding himself back from me. Concerned, I raised myself up on an elbow and explained, "Sir, you yourself just called it an emergency situation. Not all things can be planned for. You must have quite a security crew to have been able to get all of us out of that situation. I would say that we were all quite fortunate and I am proud to call you Sir."

I smiled at him and tentatively reached out to run my hand down his jawline, feeling the light stubble that had grown during the day. I wanted to touch so much more, to show him the same pleasure he had just shown me.

[Chuckdom19]

I was pleased and relieved at her response. Laying back on the pillow, I said, "Pleasure me, slave." She started orally, and I pulled her up on top of me, letting her do the work. Kneeling up, she slid my cock slowly into her cunt, gripping tightly with her sweet muscles. The woman obviously paid attention to her Kegal exercises.

Sliding up and down, she rode me slowly. I thought of 'icicles and waterfalls', something an early mate taught me as a form of self-control. It only works so long; the icicles melt and the water starts to boil. Stella's hot body was my playground, as I twisted her nipples and teased her clit with my fingers. I felt her climax several times as we fucked. No... we didn't fuck, we made love. Slowly. Sensuously. An hour. Hour and a half. Some long, indeterminable time. We drifted to sleep, still in each others' arms.

Morning came, and I woke up early for some reason. Easing out of bed, I logged on to security cams and checked on the prisoner. "X" was still in bondage, and appeared unconscious. His body did not show any signs of damage, but I knew Mom had not been cruel. I imagine she used some of the methods she learned when working for that dictator in South America, but I didn't want to know.

Suddenly I realized Stella was looking over my shoulder. "Boy, you can't even tell he was tortured," she said. "I hope they hurt him bad, motherfucker."

I looked at her, a little startled. This was a side of Stella I had not seen before. Vindictive did not suit her, and surprised me a little. I realized how little I knew about her. And how much I cared.

Taking her in my arms, I kissed her deeply. We walked into the playroom, and I put her onto my rack, pulling her more tightly than she had been downstairs. And we started over where we were interrupted.

[steelish]

I breathe a sigh of relief when Sir relaxes and commands me to pleasure him. I happily slither down his body to lick the length of his cock. I enjoy watching it grow longer, get harder under my ministrations. I swirl my tongue around the head and am mesmerized by the pearly drop of pre-cum that oozes from the tip. Quickly, my tongue darts out to lap it up. With a growl Sir pulls me on top of him and I am eager to feel him inside me.

I raise myself up and guide his cock into my cunt, I smile as I watch his face, hoping he is pleasantly surprised by what I can do. Kegel exercises have been a big part of my daily ritual ever since I read an article on ancient Eastern Indian sexual techniques. I make a tight ring with my pelvic muscles and as I sit quietly but firmly on his cock, I make the tight ring slide slowly up and then down his cock. After a few moments of this, I begin to lift my hips up as I 'suck' him with my muscles. As I sit back down, I 'push' him with them, making the sensations more intense for both of us.

I slowly gain speed over a matter of time, synchronizing my pelvic muscles with the rhythm of my hips. We enjoy this for an hour or more as I arch my back while he twists my nipples and pinches my clit. His attentions to my body make me cum several times, building up to a large simultaneous climax with him.

It was the most sensuous experience of my life and I happily drifted off in his arms, safe, warm and peaceful.

I woke up when I felt Sir's absence from the bed. He was at the computer and I walked over to see what he might want of me to start the day. I didn't mean to look, but as soon as I drew near I saw that he was observing the cruel master who had tried to harm everyone the night before.

My anger surged to the surface. I remembered the fear on the faces of some of the subs who were still bound and the look on the faces of the staff. I thought about how easily things could have been worse for everyone. I ground my teeth and startled even myself when I said, Boy, you can't even tell he was tortured, I hope they hurt him bad, motherfucker."

As startled as I was at my anger, I was more concerned about what Sir would think of it, but he gathered me into his arms and gave me a long, lingering kiss. Taking my hand, he led me into his adjoining playroom. When I saw the rack, a frission of fear tingled my spine, but one look into Sir's warm eyes made me relax. I took his hand as he helped me onto the rack.

I was stretched tightly, more so than the other night and Sir picked up the flogger to once again warm me up for more.

[Chuckdom19]

I flogged Stella's soft skin slowly, carefully, making sure to avoid any of Doctor Jan's dressings. This was sensuous for me, exciting me, raising my blood pressure. I could feel the flush of pleasure washing over me. And I observed Stella have mini-orgasms as the flogger hit clit or nipple. She was such a receptive slut, and so accepting of anything I offered her. A sensation-junkie of the finest quality. And she was fine!

But it was time to pick up the action. I was interested in some sterner stuff than I could do here in the suite. I released Stella from the rack and helped her to the floor.

"We'll bathe, then do a good job with douche and enema clean out. Get some fluid in you, and gather three bottles to take along. When you are finished, I'll be on my computer waiting for you."

I grabbed a quick shower and sat down to check the preparations for the day's business. I answered five quick messages, read the report by Mom and Lance on the interrogation and approved the security changes they suggested. Some of those changes might be lethal to the bad guys... tough luck for them; my family would be protected!

All was well; Grace and Jim were off today, but their assistants were well-trained and the head chef always was there to make sure things ran smoothly. I checked the status board; we had eleven people off-schedule today because of the holiday tomorrow; they were traveling to be with family. Plenty of staff to cover; I emailed a few about special plans I had for the day. I would need four of them for assistants later in the day.

Tom surprised me by being awake; he'd been up late, cleaning up the mess. I got him at the table with Doc, sharing a meal.

"Hey guys? If you'd like, you can come to the basement in a while; something special is going to happen to our invader." We discussed the exact time, and both had good ideas as to what might happen. Some short laughs and we disconnected.

Stella fell into 'present' before me, eyes depressed. I touched up her position a bit; she was not raising her bust enough, or tilting her pelvis forward quite enough.

"Slut, you must learn to keep those tits up high. I have a couple reminders to help you put that foremost in your thoughts." Grabbing clamps with one hand, I teased her nipples to hardness. The clamps were of the Oriental style, which tightened with added weight applied to them. She hissed with each applied clip, and again when I hung two ounces of weight from each.

"Stand, Stella. This is a new position for you, "standing present." You will spread your legs shoulder-wide, your fingers laced behind your neck. Breasts forward, just like that. Perfect." One more clamp found its home on her pleasure nub, with two more ounces of reminder there.

"You may dress now in a loose sundress or such, sandals, no undergarments. We are going down to the playroom to face some fears."

[steelish]

The flogging Sir gave me was glorious. The multiple lashes were firm caresses that slowly stoked the fire within. The strokes I enjoyed the most were the ones that landed on my clit and nipples. A stroke to the nipples and I could feel the sensation shoot through my body; making my abdomen twitch and my pussy throb. A stroke to my clit made my leg muscles jump; making me want to fuck the lashes as they landed. Sir whipped several small orgasms from me in this manner and I was flying high,

After some time Sir put down the flogger and released me from the rack. As he led me to the other room he explained, "We'll bathe, then do a good job with douche and enema clean out. Get some fluid in you, and gather three bottles to take along. When you are finished, I'll be on my computer waiting for you."

The two of us showered quickly, I stayed behind for the douche and enema cleaning. I did a thorough job of it and then brushed my teeth and drank some water. After grabbing three extra bottles of water for our ‘adventures’ I rejoined Sir in the living room area of the suite.

When I walked into the room, he was laughing with someone on the phone and I got into the submissive position at his feet. He hung up the phone and reached out to raise my chin higher, pressed my shoulders back while pushing my chest forward and then he made me tilt my pelvis more towards him.

"Slut, you must learn to keep those tits up high. I have a couple reminders to help you put that foremost in your thoughts."

My face turned red at his statement. I felt honored that he would take the time to teach me the proper way to do something. I wanted to please him more than anything.

I watched his fingers tweak and pinch my nipples, until they were standing out proudly on my breasts. He applied a clamp to the left nipple; ssssssssss mmmmmmmmm I hissed in both pleasure and pain. He applied a clamp to the right nipple and again, I hiss. The pleasure/pain increases as he hangs weights from each clamp, making each clamp’s bite more severe while they pull at my breasts.

"Stand, Stella. This is a new position for you, "standing present." You will spread your legs shoulder-wide (I stand and spread my feet until they are shoulder width apart), your fingers laced behind your neck. (I reach up and lace my fingers at the back of my neck) Breasts forward, (I thrust out my breasts, arching my back) just like that. Perfect."

He crouches down and I feel his fingers on my clit, pulling and tugging. I moan and suppress the urge to rotate my hips. sssssssss, oh wow, Goddddd yessss. Aaaahhhh he attaches a clamp to my clit and then hangs weight on it. I can feel my juices flow from the sweet torture that the clamps are providing.

"You may dress now in a loose sundress or such, sandals, no undergarments. We are going down to the playroom to face some fears."

I hurried to the bedroom to complete the task, weights swinging from the clamps. I quickly dress in a billowy sundress with shoulder straps that tie, and place sandals on my feet. Once back in the living room I face Sir and do the ‘standing present’ position and await further instructions.

[Chuckdom19]

Standing up, i took her in, walking around her. Stunning, glorious. The bright yellow dress went well with her skin color and hair. My heart leapt at how much I was getting attached to this woman. Her willingness to please, her attitude about learning, her trust; this was indeed a special submissive!

"Come." We walked down the hall to the elevator, and went down to the basement dungeon playroom. Tom had taken care of it as I had asked, and set it up identically to Saturday night. He and Doc were waiting by the rack.

"Go to Tom, Stella, and let him get you onto the rack and bound in place. He and Doctor Jan will get you started; I'll be back in a few minutes."

Striding out the door I went down the hall to the room where "X" was held. He sat on a bench there, naked and upset.

"Let me out of here, you son of a bitch. You have no right to kidnap me."

"Kidnap?" I laughed. "You entered this place under your own power, using force to get in... and I have it all on video disk. Like a copy when you leave? The Police Chief, the local head of the FBI, and the Mayor all have their own copies. I'll even send one to your boss and to your family, if you like. Of course all those copies will have pictures of how Mom made you cry last night, begging her to leave you alone."

He stood up, as if to threaten me. I pressed the button on the box in my pocket, and he was down on the floor, writhing.

"How....do....you....do....that?" he gasped.

"I'm here to tell you what is going to get you free. Tonight, my subbie is back in the same place, on the same rack. YOU are going to crawl in, hands and knees, and beg her to forgive you for last night. Then you will take the place of your sub from last night, and my staff will take turns whipping the shit out of you. Not nearly the same as you did to him last night; he's in the hospital now, and his condition was just upgraded to "fair" from "serious". You hurt him BAD last night, and you have never even asked about him."

Pacing now. I was upset at him. "You broke into MY HOUSE!" I was shouting. "You endangered my FAMILY. But most important, you injured a **GUEST** of mine, and someone I happen to care about a great deal. So you are going to do just as I have stated, or you will be back in this room, with Mom." I saw him shudder.

Pulling him from the floor, I got in his face. "You going to cooperate, asshole?"

He answered by getting to his hands and knees. "Yes, sir." Like pulling teeth, but it came out.

A few moments later, he was crawling into the big room, and Tom had tilted the rack so Stella could watch along with the rest. "X" went to each lady, then to each man who were there, apologizing on hands and knees. Then he went to Stella.

[steelish]

I keep my eyes forward as he walks around me, I can feel his eyes on me as if it were a physical caress.

"Come." he says, and leads me down the hall to his private elevator, which we then take to the basement dungeon area. As the elevator doors open, I feel my legs get shaky. The room is set up exactly as it was when the cruel master broke in and scared everyone. Across the room I could see Jan and Tom standing by the rack.

"Go to Tom, Stella, and let him get you onto the rack and bound in place. He and Doctor Jan will get you started; I'll be back in a few minutes."

Hearing this made my heart leap in my throat, but I knew that he would let no harm come to me. I took a deep breath and started walking to the rack on legs that felt like rubber.

Tom and Jan were giving me warm smiles, making it easier for me. Tom took my hand and Jan pulled the ties on my sundress, allowing it to drop and pool at my feet. I stepped out of the pooled dress and onto the foot ledge of the tilted rack. Jan’s eyes twinkled as she looked at the weighted clamps adorning my nipples and clit. I felt my face turn red as I smiled at her.

I was soon bound to the rack and Tom tilted it back to nearly horizontal, then turned the wheel a few notches, creating nice tension on my limbs. Jan picked up a gentle flogger and slowly started warming up my skin. Within ten minutes, I was sighing and cooing, trying in earnest to raise my body to meet each stroke. First I was arching my back at the breast whipping, then rotating my hips at the pussy whipping, now arching, now hips rotating; she was making my body dance for her. She stopped at that point and Tom tilted the rack back up so I was almost standing. They stood on either side of the rack and seemed to be waiting for something.

I hear the door across the room open and I look over. My eyes widen in alarm. It’s the cruel dom from that night! But, he’s crawling! Submissive! I frown and study the scene. He is crawling into the room and Sir is walking slowly behind him with a thunderous look on his face. The crawling Dom slowly approached all the other people in the room one at a time, apologizing for his behavior of the night before. I felt a shudder go through me as he turned towards me and crawled closer. It was an odd feeling, as a sub, bound and looking down at a crawling Dom. I felt a wave of pity for him. Not for what he was going through, but for what he was missing. I listened to him clear his throat. His first words came out in a croak and he had to start over.

“I beg your forgiveness for what I did to you last night. Uh...”

I shook my head and gazed down at him as his apology trailed off.
He flinched when I spoke.

“I feel sorry for you, I really do. You were given a gift last night, and you threw it away. You had a sub who wanted to please you and you almost killed him. You’re no Dom, you’re a bully who pulls the wings off flies, who beats on things weaker than himself to feel more powerful. But I am going to forgive you; yes, you have my forgiveness.”

I turned my gaze away from him and looked at Sir. He was looking at me with warmth in his eyes and I saw how quickly the chill came to them when he shifted his eyes to the crawling Dom. It was amazing how this one act had erased my fear of this rack, this room, that man.

[Chuckdom19]

I was stunned with Stella's words, and appreciated the gift of her submission all the more. This was a person who understood the D/s cycle, TPE, and the rest. And I could see the words' effect on "X"; they were as a slap in the face. He was hit harder by those words than he could have been by anything else.

Smiling warmly at Stella after her words, I turned "X" over to Tom so he might be fastened as his sub was the night before. Then all my staff members got to work on him, abusing him as he had abused his sub under the watchful eyes of Doctor Jan. I didn't want him put in the hospital, but I DID want bruises which would hurt a while and a few scars in places he could see, to help him remember.

Turning back to Stella, I helped her from the rack and took her over to her old friend the spanking bench. She slipped into position happily, and I fastened her facing away from "X". The object here was for her to have some fun, and for me to as well. Last night was a chapter to erase from the mind as quickly as possible, other than to learn from it.

Once Stella was well bound, I began to work on her ass. First I brought out the tawse; its' twin straps of supple leather smacked loudly on her sexy flesh. Now and then I would 'miss' my target and allow the end to slap into her cunt lips, and I'd see her so richly stimulated as the clamp with the weight still attached would sway in response.

I removed all three clips for my next implement, as I wished her full attention. Years ago, a small 'toy' store near Philly had yielded an interesting device called "The Ivy". It was a short length of medium-firm rubber hose, curved into an egg shape and attached to a handle. The loop was about 10 inches long and perhaps 6 across. Giving a very intense sensation when 'slapped', I knew this would push Stella's limits.

The first stroke elicited a yelp, and the screams stayed loud as I went through 20 strokes on her bottom and thighs. Her skin was richly red with swirl marks left behind. She pleased me with her responses, and responded with 'green' when I asked her for her color-check. Taking a break, I helped her hydrate with her sports drink.

Her bottom was quite flushed now. I took up my favorite paddle; it is leather over a spring-steel plate, 12" long and 4" wide, and stings quite strongly. Twenty strokes at medium strength elicited 15 yelps and five wail; color check at the end was still green, though.

Tom brought up my next device, a fucking machine. We applied a condom to the dildo and lubed it, but it turned out not to need any; Stella was flowing with natural lubrication. The dildo was long, about 10 working inches, but not really too big around. Adjusting and aiming took a couple minutes, then we turned her on, pun intended. Groans, moans, and gasps came from Stella, and she came to a quick climax. And three minutes later or so, another. I left Tom to watch over her, and went over to check out "X".

He was bruised and aching everywhere from the staff's attentions, and we released him to the custody of two guards. I instructed them to take him home in his car. We made it clear to "X" that he was never to return.

[steelish]

Sir smiled at me and had the man crawl on his knees to Tom. I watched as Tom bound the man in the same manner as his sub had been bound the evening before. Sir came over and removed me from the rack while the staff started whipping the cruel master the way he had whipped his sub.

I was led to the spanking bench. Remembering how much fun this had been the last time, I was eager to be of use on it again. Sir cuffed me to the bench, my back to the proceedings the staff was undertaking. I was happy to be able to focus on Sir and our fun, rather than have the distraction of the man’s whipping in my view.

I felt the first strike and smiled. He was using the same implement he had used the during the ‘naughty schoolgirl’ pose he had made me do in his room. As I did then, I counted the strokes;

WACK! "One! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Two! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Three! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Four! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"

I kept up quite well with his strokes. The only thing that threw me slightly off was when I felt the leather land on my pussy lips. Whenever this happened, I was sure I was ‘lubricating’ the leather as he struck me. The clit clamp was jiggling during this and I was definitely warmed up!

When he put aside what I later found out was called a tawse, he removed the clamps from my nipples. I hissed and squirmed at the removal of each nipple clamp. The removal of the clit clamp elicited a gasp and a growl from me. I wanted to squeeze my legs together after that one, but was bound to the bench with my legs spread.

I waited, wondering what Sir had in mind next. My question was answered when I felt the first strike. Youch! That packed a punch! Whatever he was using now had quite a bite to it. It was almost like being hit with a tiny fist, but a strong one. It had both a thumpy sensation, followed by a sting that throbbed afterwards. I felt that land 20 times and Sir stopped to check on me. It was painful as it landed, making me cry out but the pain melted into a warmth that suffused throughout my body and made me incredibly aroused. I knew I would have some bruises from this and I was going to relish looking at my ass in the mirror and seeing those lovely reminders until they faded.

After Sir offered me a drink, he moved on to the paddle. This was a different paddle than the kind I had seen in the catalogs. I expected the same sensation that had occurred when Jan had paddled me, but this one stung, a lot!

I received twenty strokes with that paddle, and it was making me yelp. Had I been able, I would have been jumping forward at each stroke. Sir again checked on me, asking me for a color. Of course I said green. I felt almost like I was having an out-of-body experience and it was a heady feeling. I wanted to keep going with whatever Sir planned.

I could hear something being moved across the floor behind me, and I tensed, expecting Sir to use an increasingly harsh implement. The gentle touch to my pussy startled me, making me “mmmmm” softly. The touch went away for a second and then was there again. The touch got firmer and firmer. Oh my aaaahhhhh yessss! Something was entering me, and entering me, and entering me. I heard a click and then the thing in me started pumping in and out. I could hear a motor. Oh my God it’s a fucking machine...oooohhhhhh, mmmmmm, God yesssss. After all the loving strokes Sir had given me with his assortment of ‘weapons’ the phallus pumping in and out of me was exquisite.

It didn’t take long for my first orgasm to hit. Unlike a real cock, which was slightly yielding to my clamping pussy muscles, this one was unforgiving, making my orgasm have a nuance of discomfort in it. I much preferred the real thing, but this one obviously was doing the job because I could feel another orgasm building almost the moment the first one dissipated. I could easily see how this could be used as punishment if the Dom desired to do so.

The second orgasm hit, harder than the first. I groan loudly. I know it won’t take many more before I am begging Sir to stop the machine. I get very sensitive after an orgasm, so to have so many of them, one right after the other was going to be quite an experience!

[Chuckdom19]

The rest of the staff was feeling mixed emotions. Anger had evaporated, they said: now they were just deflated... and horny. Well, we had just the solution for THAT.

Tom and I removed the fucking machine, and Doc helped Stella up, only to lay her down again on a short table. Stirrups were put into place, and Stella was strapped onto the table. I left her arms loose; she might just need them, but her forehead was strapped down, and her legs were raised high up towards her chest so her bottom was off the table and wide spread.

I raised my voice. "Friends, dear Stella here is horny as you are, and just had five or six major orgasms. She wants to share the wealth with all of you, so line up and pick a hole and a method." Standing back, I let Stella and the gang get busy. It was time for a glass of cognac and a good Cuban... but all I had was a bottle of cold water. Ah, well.

The ladies were taking turns sitting on Stella's face, letting her bring them off while the men alternated holes to give her a break. They took her slowly and long, making the pleasure last for all. Stella had a few more orgasms, courtesy of the male crewmembers, throughout the two hours or more that the experience lasted.

When all were finished, I gathered Stella up in my arms and took her back to my suite. Using the tub, I filled it with blood-warm water and bubble bath, and put her in to ease the stresses of this last experience. Drying her with one of our wonderful fluffy towels, I undressed and we went to bed.

"Stella, my strong-as-steel woman, I am so proud of you, of your reaction to "X", of what you said to him, of your courage and fun-making skills during your ordeal."

"I wish to present you with something; kneel before me." I pulled out the special collar I had emailed the jeweler and leather craftsmen to make for me.

"I offer you my collar, Stella. It is a symbol for both of us; a mark of your submission to me, and a mark of my commitment to you. My love for you has grown since we have met, girl, and we grow closer every day. I have admiration for your courage, and your desire to learn. I wish us to continue this voyage together. Will you accept it?"

[steelish]

After a five intense orgasms, I felt the machine stop and then it was removed. I breathed a sigh of relief. While I enjoyed the orgasms I had been having, I craved the feel of a real cock; the velvety skin, the comfortable firmness sliding in me.

Tom released my bonds and Jan helped me up. She turned me around and backed me up to a table. Tom, Sir and Jan strapped me down to the table. I was bound as if my ‘charms’ were on display. My torso was firmly strapped down, and my legs were back towards my chest and spread open, causing my hips to lift up off the table. In this position, a man could enter my ass or my pussy. The end of the table my head was resting on angled downwards slightly. My forehead was strapped down allowing for use of my mouth by man or woman. My arms were left free.

I heard Sir make an announcement to the room; "Friends, dear Stella here is horny as you are, and just had five or six major orgasms. She wants to share the wealth with all of you, so line up and pick a hole and a method."

A wave of people approached me. Men and women alike. For more than two hours I was filled and fondled. Women sat on my face. Men face-fucked me, fucked my ass, fucked my pussy. I used my fingers and hands to pleasure them as well.

Once, during this, I was pumping a man’s cock with my right hand and fingering a woman’s cunt with my left one. I giggled several times (as did they) when I accidently ‘pumped’ my left hand and tickled the man’s cock with my right. I had men and women pinching and fondling my breasts.

One woman treated me to a 69, and ate me to orgasm as I pleasured her. Another woman started to do the same thing, but a man dragged over a platform of some kind and started to fuck her from behind; she ended up too distracted to service me, but I was enjoying licking them both as he sawed in and out of her right over my mouth. I ‘specially enjoyed cleaning out her cummy pussy after the man came inside her. All in all, I was a thoroughly satisfied slave and thought that the staff was sated as well. I was hoping Sir would partake of me, but he stayed back out of my view and either watched, or took care of affairs.

When I was finally released, Sir picked me up and carried me back to his suite. He cradled me in his arms as he ran warm bubble bath in the sumptuously large bathtub and let me relax as he washed me. The loofah he gently sluiced over my skin was soothing. He slowly and sensuously washed my hair and as the water was draining, he dried me off with a large soft-as-a-cloud towel. Mmmmmmm I felt so relaxed, so loved, so protected. I felt precious and wished there was some way I could convey how I felt to Sir.

Sir led me to the bed, but before we could lay down he spoke to me; "Stella, my strong-as-steel woman, I am so proud of you, of your reaction to "X", of what you said to him, of your courage and fun-making skills during your ordeal."

He paused, then continued, "I wish to present you with something; kneel before me."

I knelt at his feet, a puzzled expression on my face.

I watched as he opened the nightstand and pulled out the most beautiful collar I had ever seen. Leather, platinum and jewels, oh my! I swayed and would have fallen over if I had not reached out to steady myself by placing a hand on his leg.

I heard his voice, "I offer you my collar, Stella. It is a symbol for both of us; a mark of your submission to me, and a mark of my commitment to you. My love for you has grown since we have met, girl, and we grow closer every day. I have admiration for your courage, and your desire to learn. I wish us to continue this voyage together. Will you accept it?"

My vision grew blurry with tears of joy and I blinked several times. Sir was holding the collar out, opened, all I had to do was lean forward and place my neck in it. It felt so surreal, and I knew that I wanted this more than anything in the world. I leaned forward and first placed a kiss on the collar, then leaned into it. I felt the cool leather and platinum quickly warm to my skin as he locked it into place. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and reached trembling fingers up to touch the collar. I never wanted to part from it! Licking my lips, I said the first thing that popped into my head, “You honor me Sir with this symbol of our commitment to each other. I too have grown to love you. I love you for your devotion to your friends, for the honor with which you carry yourself and for your firm guidance in my training. I look forward to our voyage together.”

[Chuckdom19]

I held the collar open for her. Kissing it, she put her neck into it and allowed me to lock it around her slender neck. And she spoke to me.

“You honor me Sir, with this symbol of our commitment to each other. I too have grown to love you. I love you for your devotion to your friends, for the honor with which you carry yourself and for your firm guidance in my training. I look forward to our voyage together.”

Her words warmed me, pleased me. I pulled her warm, soft body to me and lifted her into bed beside me. "This means so much. Stella, I love you fully and completely... and I thank you for the greatest gift a person can give another, your submission."

We snuggled closely, then had a long, slow, lazy lovemaking session and fell deeply asleep in each others' arms. The long, emotional day took its toll; we were exhausted and slept deeply. Morning arrived much too early; I was glad for today's holiday, as we were closed to the public and we could all have a lazy day.

The first sight I had when I opened my eyes was her beautiful neck incased in the work of art my jeweler had designed. A blend of leather, platinum, and precious stones, it would be admired in the board room, the dining room of a fine restaurant, or in the dungeon. And it circled the neck of the person who meant the world to me. I was so proud of her.

Another day of play to enjoy. I snuck out of bed, quietly, and caught myself whistling as I showered and shaved... the first time in years I've done that.
A peek as I walked past the bedroom, still asleep. On out to my study, and i used the house phone to call for breakfast. Firing up the Mac, I checked security, my email (answering a bunch of messages), and last night's sales (slow, typical night before a holiday here).

Stella kissed me on the neck to let me know she was up, and headed for the bathroom. She got back just as breakfast arrived, and we sat and broke fast together, in the glow of our affection.

[steelish]

My heart swelled when he pulled my up into the bed with him. I smiled as he said "This means so much. Stella, I love you fully and completely... and I thank you for the greatest gift a person can give another, your submission."

It was warm and comforting to be in his arms. We cuddled for a time and then turned to each other and made love; slowly, sensuously exploring each others bodies. Afterwards, we fell asleep in each other’s arms, sated and at peace.

The next morning I woke up to see him at his computer, taking care of business. I smiled and walked over and give him a quick kiss on the neck. Walking into the bathroom, I took care of my needs and then paused in front of the mirror to admire the collar on my neck. It was gorgeous. I ran my fingers over it, feeling the stones that were inlaid. It must have cost a fortune! I felt like a bride admiring her wedding ring set. The collar was mainly platinum, with leather woven throughout. It was fairly wide, I leaned forward for a closer look. Maybe 2”? It was studded with diamonds and rubies. The diamonds ran in a straight line all the way around the collar, the rubies wove in and around the diamonds. Each diamond looked to be almost two full carats! The blood red rubies set it all off beautifully. There was a large O-ring in the center of the collar front, and I was willing to bet that Sir had arranged for it to be removable so that he could adorn me with a bell or something else if he so desired. I glanced at the clock. Oh my! I had been wasting time!

I took a quick shower, careful to keep the collar dry until I could ask him about whether or not I could get it wet. I brushed out my hair and brushed my teeth. When I walked back out to the other room, Fred was delivering our breakfast.

Sir and I sat together and enjoyed the morning repast. I felt like I was floating on a cloud. I felt more ‘complete’ now somehow.

When we were done with breakfast I smiled at him and said, “Sir, there is something I would like to ask of you.” I reached up and touched the collar, as if to give me a boost of strength for what I was about to ask him. Clearing my throat, I continued, “Sir, I want to live here, to leave the job I had and become a part of the family here. If you don’t mind, I would also like to close out my bank account, get rid of my car, my apartment. I don’t need all that. I have a master now, don’t I?”

I looked down at the floor and held my breath as I waited for his answer.

[Chuckdom19]

Close out her life? That IS what she was requesting... leave the outside world, and come here. My immediate response was, 'HELL YES'! But was it wise?

"Stella, I'm concerned about your life outside. Do you have family? Relatives who would want to visit your home? That would be difficult here! We cannot, certainly, have strangers wandering through our house." I sat back and considered. "But you certainly would have considered all that. Close your bank account? If you wish; I can certainly help you invest your money in safe investments, perhaps overseas currencies or gold. You may wish to keep your car; many of our family here attend theatre performances, concerts, movies. Or the favorite pass-time, shopping! I'm sure the mayor would be happy to know how much our staff does to stimulate the city's economy!"

I buzzed Fred to clear the dishes, and took Stella's hand. "I have a lovely day planned for us, but first a bit of fun." I sat down on a broad, deep couch, and patted the seat next to me.

"Every day, I plan to warm your bottom in one way or another, just to keep your mind on your submission. Place yourself over my lap, hands over your head to brace against the arm of the couch." She quickly took position, and my left arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her safely in place.

I began with some gentle spanks, just taps really, to get the blood flowing. Picking up speed and force, I started to work with careful precision. Sting was important, as I wanted this to be felt and remembered for a while today. Placement was too; hand-prints were fun, but a uniformly red bottom was much more beautiful... and I was shortly going to be showing her off.

Reaching behind the couch, I pulled out a solid mahogany paddle. It was an antique, from a finishing school in England. The economy had caused the school to close; I had been at the auction, early, to make some private purchases. My tawse was from there, and some of the bamboo canes. This paddle was from there as well: it had warmed the bottoms of English princesses and ladies and French countesses, even a Swedish Queen. I explained this to Stella as I paddled her, and required her to count strokes. Today it was to sting and to mark, not just for sensuous warming. The whacks were striking home solidly and with authority. And they had elicited a response from Stella I had not seen previously; they drew tears. By 25 strokes she was crying, by 40, she was sobbing deeply. I finished the 50, and required her to take her position.

"Stella! Color?"

[steelish]

I listen to Sir's words, and realize he's right. I still want to close out my account but investing is a good idea. As to my car, well, I didn't think about it but maybe Grace and I would enjoy going out occasionally.

I thought about his questions. I talked to my mother occasionally, but she lived a long way away and when I saw her only once or twice a year it was usually a visit to her home. My father and I were estranged, and no siblings existed. My friends outside work were all into this lifestyle (my sub friend and a dom friend).

I thought about all this as Sir pulled me towards a couch. Patting the seat beside him, he said; "I have a lovely day planned for us, but first a bit of fun. Every day, I plan to warm your bottom in one way or another, just to keep your mind on your submission. Place yourself over my lap, hands over your head to brace against the arm of the couch."

I eagerly got into position, curious about what he would do. His bare hand started in on me. I felt like yelling "harder!" but was patient and let him take me where he would. I was glad of my patience because he built his way up from the gentle swats, to firmer swats, to stinging swats, to a hard wooden paddle that had a thumpy bite to it. Each smack of the paddle, I felt to my core. It woke something within me. I felt gratitude, love, desire, sorrow, pain (of course), and wonder. It also drew tears. It felt like a catharsis. I was openly weeping when Sir stopped and had me get into the submissive position.

"Stella! Color?" He said to me with a touch of concern in his eyes.

I looked at him through the tears and managed a smile.

"Green, Sir; my love, my master. Definitely green"

[Chuckdom19]

Pulling her close, I hugged her to me and we snuggled a while. "Why the tears, dear one?" But she just shook her head and said, "Later, please."

After she had composed herself, I had her stand, then put hands on ankles.

"I understand the need to talk later, but YOU need to remember than refusing to answer a question has a penalty. Five strokes." The wooden paddle in my hand, I laid on five of my best, nearly pushing her back to tears.

"Get yourself cleaned up and ready to be sociable." I went back to my office area and checked the mirror; clean and neat. Firing up the Mac, I checked for empty space, and found a small suite down the main hall a ways, room 37. I let Mom know about the reassignment, and asked her to get Fred to air it out and get fresh towels and linens in there PDQ.

When Stella got out, she looked fresh and bright. I kissed her on the lips, and we walked out hand in hand to the lounge area. I gathered the twenty or so who were present around, but took second fiddle to Stella's collar. Doms and subs alike marveled at the beauty and asked questions about it, the most common as to whether the leather could get wet.

"Sure the leather can get wet: it's just a thin membrane over silver and platinum, treated with a varnish of some kind to make it waterproof." Their comments made me glad I had gotten the collar I wanted instead of what the jeweler suggested.

"Now gang, Stella here will be moving in permanently, and will have her own suite to use when she wishes, number 37. She will be joining the staff in several ways, at least some of which will be security. I'm having Mom train her about reaction times, and getting her the communications and safety implant you all have." I looked around to see smiling faces and nodding. Good.

"She MAY be available for scenes with some of you; that will be up to her first and me second... it's her body. She will NOT be available for toilet sex, scarring, or incapacitation. Hard limit; MINE." Everyone laughed.

"Socializing will be up to her, of course. I'm sure when you get to know her, you'll welcome her to the family as I have welcomed her to my heart." There was a smattering of applause, and we went down the hall to check out Stella's suite.

Fred had done nice work; all I had to do was 'key' the door to her thumb and eye so she would have privacy. She looked around, then fell to her knees in front of me.

"Master?" she asked in a small voice.

"Yes, my love?"

"Master, do I *have* to stay here? I... I hoped I could stay in your suite." She was almost crying.

"Dear, dear, don't cry! You may of course stay in my suite when I am there and not entertaining. I will rarely have a new staff member there to interview and have demonstrate their skills; your presence there would not be conducive to a good experience for either. Once they are gone, you will certainly be welcome!" I had thought she would be happy for a haven where she could have some privacy. Perhaps i was mistaken?

[steelish]

Sir pulled me to him and we snuggled a bit. He inquired as to why I cried, but I couldn't put voice to my emotions yet. I asked that we talk about it later.

When my sobs subsided to mere sniffles, Sir had me stand and bend over to grab my ankles. He then stated, "I understand the need to talk later, but YOU need to remember than refusing to answer a question has a penalty. Five strokes."

The wooden paddle fell hard and fast on my ass, nearly driving me to tears again.

"Get yourself cleaned up and ready to be sociable." he said, and I hurried to do his bidding. I quickly splashed water on my face, then applied light make up. I styled my hair and returned to Sir, naked but for my collar and heels and presented myself. After a quick kiss on the lips, Sir took me down the hall to the lounge. He gathered the staff and made the announcement about my collaring. There was much oooing and aaahing as my collar was admired and Sir and I were congratulated. I listened in as he was asked about the collar getting wet, and was relieved to hear him say it could be worn 24/7, even in the shower.

I was surprised to hear him announce the room arrangements, with me in Suite 37. I did like the idea of being trained for security, but my mind was still mulling over the fact that Sir did not want me rooming with him.

I joined in the laughter with the staff during his next announcement; "She MAY be available for scenes with some of you; that will be up to her first and me second... it's her body. She will NOT be available for toilet sex, scarring, or incapacitation. Hard limit; MINE." I wanted to hug him when he said that last bit, but I stood obediently at his side.

He went on, "Socializing will be up to her, of course. I'm sure when you get to know her, you'll welcome her to the family as I have welcomed her to my heart."

The staff clapped, and then we all walked down to Suite 37. Sir had the staff stand back while he did some work at the keypad outside the entrance to 37. He had me press my thumb to the thumb pad and then look into the eye scanner. The doors whooshed open and we entered. The suite was lovely, but I couldn't suppress the feeling that I had been caste aside.

I looked around and then went to my knees in front of him.

"Master?" I asked in almost a whisper.

"Yes, my love?"

"Master, do I have to stay here? I... I hoped I could stay in your suite." I could feel tears threatening to fall.

"Dear, dear, don't cry! You may of course stay in my suite when I am there and not entertaining. I will rarely have a new staff member there to interview and have demonstrate their skills; your presence there would not be conducive to a good experience for either. Once they are gone, you will certainly be welcome!"

His words made me feel a bit better, but I was still unsure of things. Rather than press the issue, I decided to see how I felt after some time had passed. Perhaps I was making too much of it?

I smiled at him and reached for his hand, pulling it to me, I kissed the back of it and nodded up at him. "Ok, I'm sorry for reacting so badly."

[Chuckdom19]

Obviously, this would have to be discussed... but I first needed to reenforce matters. We walked hand-in-hand back to my quarters, thanked the staff for the pleasant reception, and closed the door behind us.

I led her into my playroom, and to a vertical ladder rack. She removed her shoes at my direction, and helped me fasten herself into the bonds. I stretched her pretty tight, enough to elicit a few grunts as I tightened the wheel.

Putting the 'other room' situation on hold, I picked up a well-broken-in, kangaroo-skin flogger. The flails whistled through the air as I started in on Stella's back, working from shoulders down. Her shoulders and bottom were soon red, and I was ready to change implements.

A cane was next. This 'Dragon' bamboo was my favorite; well varnished and stored in water, it was whippy and landed with a wonderful crack sound. Stella hissed with every stroke, and began to cry out after the 10th. There were some lovely welts standing up on the backs of her thighs, especially in the folds at the tops of the legs. After fifteen strokes, I took a break, and walked around the ladder to add a few pieces of jewelry. Pleased to see her nipples already hard, I hung a couple jeweled clips on them and added a couple three ounce weights to make it fun. Her firm beauties stood up tall between the ladder's rungs, and I decided to lay a couple strokes there.

Picking a crop, I played with the weights a bit, hearing Stella's excitement in her voice. A few sharp snaps with the leather flap at the end of the crop, right onto her clit sent her over the edge; she shuddered with the force of her climax. I petted her breasts a while as she came down a pit, and rubbed her Venus mound with a soft hand. Gads, what a beautiful, responsive woman!

A few hard strokes with the shaft of the crop across the tops and bottoms of her tits followed, and I put the crop away. I allowed her to stand there a bit after inclining the rack a bit, bringing out the foot a bit to another floor mounting so she could rest her weight against it.

I wanted her to rest a bit for the next trial she was to face... and I needed time to consider how I would deal with her concerns about her place of residence. This was urgent: I had a new girl coming for a second interview tomorrow, and although Stella would certainly share my bed tonight, she would have to be out tomorrow by 3 PM, and most of the night.

[steelish]

He pulled me to my feet and we walked back down the hall towards his suite. On the way there, he thanked the staff and then we entered his private quarters.

Oh my He took me to his playroom and bound me to the vertical ladder rack. After being stretched gloriously tight, he picked up a flogger and worked his way down my body, from shoulders to ass. I was tingling from it, and he had me primed for more.

I couldn't see the implements he was choosing, as he had bound me facing the rack and he was also being fairly quiet when he switched tools on me. I did hear water dripping, then a couple of swishing noises. The first strike landed and I hissed and tensed all my muscles. Each stroke made me gasp and hiss. I was floating in a haze of sensation when he stopped and stepped in front of me. He picked up some jeweled nipple clamps. Oh my they match my collar! My heart swelled as he applied them to my nipples. Weights were added to the clamps, sending shocks of pleasurable pain shooting through my nipples.

Sir picked up a crop and playfully tapped at the clamp weights, making me moan and sigh. I gasped at the first snap of the crop on my clit. The second snap made my orgasm start it's launch, the third snap shot it to the moon. I shuddered and shook, my eyes rolling back as I tried to ride the orgasmic wave. He gently played with my breasts and caressed my pussy mound as my orgasm subsided.

I watched through half closed eyes as he raised the crop and brought it down sharply across the tops of my breasts. My eyes flew open and I cried out, "Uuuhhhh" He did it a few times on both tops and bottoms of my breasts, making them burn.

He tilted the rack to a more comfortable position, and let me rest a bit. I smiled and leaned my forehead against the wooden rung by my head, waiting for Master's next desire.

[Chuckdom19]

Hydration is always a care with Stella; Doc warned me to watch her with that. I gave her a hearty drink with lots of electrolytes, and allowed thirty minutes. Releasing her from the rack, I let her rest in a chair for a bit, allowing her to relax her muscles. I sat down in the chair opposite her.

"Stella, we have to talk about this "Suite" thing. I don't want you to get upset about this! It was simply a sign of trust, of confidence in you... and an allowance that I felt you would understand MY needs as well. There will be times I may be working with other women; punishing them, even fucking them, to check their talents and capabilities. Those situations may take all night, or all day, or longer, during which YOU need someplace to hang out. You will also, I'm guessing, have times you wish to entertain a 'guest'. And it may just be strictly business, or a momentary infatuation, or an opportunity to satisfy a fantasy. Perhaps Johnny Depp or someone comes in and wags his finger at you: I KNOW you love me, that you will always be faithful. That does not mean that I expect you to be a nun!"

"Woman, you are a human being. You have submitted to me, professed your love for me, expressed your desire to spend your life with me. All these have warmed my heart, as I feel the same way, in spite of the short time we have known each other. But that opportunity might just arise. You might want to take Doc to bed, or give Tom a tumble... you'd be surprised some of the tricks both of them could teach you. The opportunity to see Queen Mary is something which might surprise you... don't think you've met her yet: she is the oldest member of the staff, at 77, and also the most in demand. And no, she doesn't attract many senior citizens, her chief clientele is thirty-somethings; men AND women. She is the eternal fountain of youth and love, the Earth Mother we all yearn for."

"We have a bunch of wonderful, sexually attractive, brilliant, clean, disease-free, and WILLING folks here who play with other members of the staff all the time. 'Mom', for instance, gives a wonderful stress-breaking blowjob... and could teach a lot of the 'experts' on this staff what to do. Why would I expect that, sooner or later, Lance might not catch your eye? Or Jim from the bar? Or even Astrid? Gads, *Fred* might take a shine to you!!"

"You have all of those wonderful qualities, share many of the abilities. I love YOU as a person, as my submissive, for who you are. Why would I limit you??" I stood and paced. She had pushed one of my buttons without knowing it.

"One of the most serious illnesses the human race faces is not cancer, or heart disease, or hunger. It's not aids, it's not ebola, or even malaria. The worst disease human beings face is jealousy. It's an illness that eats away at every level of our world... and infects the vast majority of humanity under many names. Greed. Possessiveness. Infidelity. Some would even say 'religion'. I don't know about that one... but dammit, here in my family, I'm doing my very best to try to let people know about that illness, and about the cures. And they are simple. Trust, and love."

Calming down some, I sat back down and took Stella's hands in mine. "Strangely enough, that's the trick. Trust and love are absolutes; either you do, or you don't. Trouble is, most only do it part-way."

"I have a gift of reading people; I read you almost as once as someone I could trust... and therefore, someone I could love. There are dozens and dozens of people I love; I'm simply fortunate enough to realize it. They can trust me, I can trust them to the ends of the earth."

Looking her deeply in the eye, I said, "Stella, I love you absolutely. And I trust you absolutely. I'd like you to look at the assignment of that suite in that light, and take some time to consider it."

[steelish]

I was gratefully drank the gatorade he provided for me and relaxed for a bit. He seemed to get more and more contemplative and serious as the moments ticked by. After some time, he released me and had me sit in a comfortable chair. Taking the opposite seat, he spoke a great deal about his feelings for me, his stance on relationships, and his reasoning behind giving me a separate suite. My eyes widened in alarm when I realized that he thought part of it was due to jealousy and possessiveness. I knew I had to explain myself to him.

"Sir, this morning when I cried after the spanking, it was because my emotions were so raw. I felt cleansed. Reborn. Renewed. I had just been given the life of my dreams and it felt too good to be true, but at the same time, felt like I had come home. I felt as if I were so raw with it, if I had tried to explain how I felt, I would have been crying so hard I wouldn't have been able to get the words out. Even now, I feel inept at how I am trying to convey what had happened."

"As to the living arrangements, the reaction I had to finding out I would be in a separate suite was a knee-jerk reaction after just having been in such a raw emotional state. I thought I was being rejected, caste aside. I now know that you are not rejecting me or casting me aside. And this definitely has nothing to do with jealousy. As a matter of fact, I can think of nothing that would turn me on more (I can feel my face getting red with embarrassment as I confess this to him) than to imagine you thrusting into another woman's body, whipping her, making her feel the way you make me feel. Hell, for that matter it wouldn't make a difference to me if it were a man or a woman, the fact that you were gifting another human being with the same loving domination you gift me with would arouse me"

"I truly am sorry I made such a fuss, and I am terribly mortified that I led you to believe I would be jealous of you. I am grateful that you are giving me the opportunity to learn and grow with the staff here and I plan to embrace the new life I will have."

I looked at him, my face pink with a bit of embarrassment at having confessed one of my voyeuristic turn ons and I bit my lip, wondering what he thought of me now.

[Chuckdom19]

Her words caused me to relax, and sigh inside. I had misinterpreted her meaning, a product of me not knowing her as well as I thought I did. Jumping to conclusions.

"You have no idea what a relief that is, Stella. My mind is at ease now. Please keep my philosophy in mind, though; it is key to understanding who and what I am."

"Now, if you will rise, we have one final 'exercise' for you today, if you'll pardon the pun." I led her to the Spa section of my playroom, before a treadmill. Picking up a 'dry-powder' sprayer, I pumped a light coating of powder over much of Stella's body from shoulders to ankles.

"This is a special dust which should stimulate your skin as you run. You will start at a slow walk and then move up to a gentle jogging pace. As your body perspires, the powder activates." While I was talking, I was putting a simple waist-band with d-rings on Stella's slender waist, and suspending it from the side bars of the device, then adding a piece of web-work netting behind her, so she would be protected from falling or sliding off. "The powder is made from some typical ingredients in BDSM; ginger root, capsecum, essence of stinging nettle, and something the doctor won't tell me about. As you sweat, you itch and burn. I will allow you to wash the powder off, which deactivates it, as soon as you have run 5 miles. You may go as slowly as you wish... but the longer it takes, the longer your skin feels like it's falling off. OH! If you scratch or rub, you'll get an hour on the horse with the powder already activated instead, with a piece of ginger root snug up your fanny. I'd advise you not to dawdle." I started the treadmill, and she got started walking.

[steelish]

I saw him visibly relax as I explained my feelings to him.

"You have no idea what a relief that is, Stella. My mind is at ease now. Please keep my philosophy in mind, though; it is key to understanding who and what I am."

"Now, if you will rise, we have one final 'exercise' for you today, if you'll pardon the pun." He took my hand and led me to an area of his playroom that held some exercise equipment, sauna and a hot tub. He stopped me and sprayed me with something that felt like baby powder.

This is a special dust which should stimulate your skin as you run. You will start at a slow walk and then move up to a gentle jogging pace. As your body perspires, the powder activates."

Uh oh I thought to myself remembering the last exercise episode. He continued to explain as he fastened me to a treadmill; "The powder is made from some typical ingredients in BDSM; ginger root, capsecum, essence of stinging nettle, and something the doctor won't tell me about. As you sweat, you itch and burn. I will allow you to wash the powder off, which deactivates it, as soon as you have run 5 miles. You may go as slowly as you wish... but the longer it takes, the longer your skin feels like it's falling off. OH! If you scratch or rub, you'll get an hour on the horse with the powder already activated instead, with a piece of ginger root snug up your fanny. I'd advise you not to dawdle."

I inwardly groaned but put my mind to the task as he started the treadmill. He is such a clever Master I thought as I walked at a slow 2.5 mph. By the time I was up to the 5mph jogging speed, I was beginning to feel as if I had ants crawling all over me. I itched and my skin burned slightly. I was only perspiring lightly and was wondering how it was going to be in a few minutes when I was working up a good sweat. I soon found out. I would have gladly skinned myself alive to get rid of the burning, itching, crawling sensation that covered my body. I made the mistake of brushing some hair away from my sweaty face and left a trail of itching fire on my cheek. I was only 1/2 mile from the end of my exercise when I made a grievous error. I reached up with my right hand and scratched my left shoulder. My heart almost stopped with the shock of it. What was worse, once I scratched that one time, the urge to keep doing it was overwhelming. I looked around as best I could but didn't see Master. It didn't matter though, if he asked, I knew I would tell him what I had done. For that matter, he wouldn't even have to ask. I felt so guilty for doing something that he had specifically told me to NOT do that I was almost in tears. 5 miles was up. The timer went off and the treadmill gently slowed down to 1.5 mph for the cooling off phase. I walked slowly, cooling off, resigned to my upcoming punishment.

[Chuckdom19]

When I came up from the restaurant floor, my mind was whirling... inventory day, a new bartender, meat supplier prices... then a bell went off, "Stella!!"

I rushed into my suite, and saw her just finishing her time of "cool-down", and crying hard. "Stella! What happened?"

She fell to her knees, in spite of the powder still tormenting her, and put her forehead to the floor, still sobbing hard. I touched her head to bring her up and we walked together to the shower.

"What's wrong, Stella?"

"I have... sob... failed you, my Master. I scratched and scratched and scratched the last half-mile and all through cool-down. You trusted me, believed in me, and I abused your trust. I *deserve* to be punished." And burst into a fresh bout of sobs.

After her shower, we sat down. She was finally getting herself under control.

"Master, I wish to and deserve to serve the punishment, and right now. I'm ready to do it. Please help me mount." She walked to the horse, and stood behind it.

Hesitating a minute, I realized I really had no desire at the moment to punish her... but this would be a strenuous punishment and she was ready. I sighed inside, and walked to the small refrigerator. I pulled out the ginger root and peeled a fresh layer from the flesh, to make sure it was going to be stinging powerfully. She would truly suffer from this, inside and out.

I commanded her to bend over and inserted the ginger root, then sprayed her body with glycerine water before spraying her with the powder once more. I bound her hands quickly before her, as I was not going to constrict her as much this time. She allowed me to help her onto the horse, and kicked away the steps herself... she would not let me help her cheat. I admired her more all the time, and loved her more as well. If possible.

Setting the timer where she could see it, I sat for a minute, watching her squirm and writhe but not scratch. Looking at her suffer gave me some pleasure, the Dom side of me. There was some bother in my mind, but not much as she was so willing, so understanding, so responsible to accept it as a part of the results of her behavior.

Time passed slowly, sitting and observing. After a few minutes, I stood and went into my office area. I ordered dinner for about two hours from now; something special, then went back to sit and watch. That had used up almost ten more minutes.

[steelish]

I was distraught at having failed him. I couldn't believe how bad I felt over it. I was so upset I barely noticed the burning itch of the spray, it was the ginger root that had captured my attention. Despite my despair over having failed Sir, and the itch that covered my skin, I was getting incredibly aroused. I squirmed and could feel the heat the ginger root caused permeate my ass. I switched gears and focused my attentions on the discomfort on my skin. That is what I should be concentrating on, I thought to myself.

About 20 minutes into my punishment, I was ready to beg Sir to bend me over the horse and take my ass. I wanted to feel his cock pressing into me, stretching me, filling my burning ass. I squirmed and let out a moan. I rocked back slightly on the horse and the ginger root pressed harder within, causing me to gasp. My legs started to tremble and I shifted to find a less 'intrusive' position. I squirmed, writhed, gasped, moaned and trembled my way through the rest of my punishment.

By the time Sir walked up to me to help me off the horse, I was whimpering, aroused beyond belief, yet thoroughly tortured as well.

[Chuckdom19]

That was the hour that took days. She went through so many mood changes as the time advanced, her face flushing with the power of them. Finally the time ended, and I helped her down, removed the ginger... and realized how hard I had become. I grabbed her and bent her over the end of the bed, and was determined to feel the clutching inspired by the ginger root figg.

Her ass is wide open and twitching. I sink into the wet cunt, then pull out and go deep into her bottom. The hole is squeezing me hard, and I piston slow and deliberately, each stroke going all the way inside until I feel her cuntlips brush my sac. Reaching under, I rub your hard clit, standing out from your lips. I want to push you over the edge, and soon you have. Holding off myself, I sense the continuing waves of orgasm pushing you over and over through the beauties of subspace, squeezing and massaging me with your anal sleeve.

You cry out at the sensation, but I pay no attention, as my time has come as well. I fire off deep within you, feeling you react as the hot seed washes your colon. I collapse on you, and soon we are in the whirlpool, feeling the warmth of the waters reviving us.

Fred brought our meal as we were getting out, and we dined well.

[steelish]

When Master bent me over the end of the bed I am glorified in the realization that he is going to fuck me. My bound hands grab the bedcovers for purchase and I groan when i feel his hard cock sink into my pussy, but that wasn't what I wanted. I hiss out a long drawn out yessssssssss when he pulls out of my pussy and sinks into the depths of my ass. His cock is scratching a deep seated itch for me and it feels wonderful. I have an out-of-body experience. I am turned into the grasping anal canal he is fucking, reduced to a jumble of nerves centered in my core. I feel his fingers at my swollen clit, and I tumble over the edge of my orgasm. I cum long and hard, sparks shooting off in my head. The orgasm last for what seems like forever, and I can hear someone crying out. I realize the noise is coming from me and I cry out again as I feel Master's cock spasm deep within me, making my orgasmic wave linger.

Some small amount of time later I come to my senses and realize Master is still laying atop me, resting from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He slowly pulls out and then lifts me in his arms. He must have run a bath during the last moments of my punishment, for the whirlpool tub is full of a hot bubble bath. After a long soak we get out and towel each other off. Our dinner is waiting and we sit to enjoy it.

[Chuckdom19]

We spent the last few hours before bedtime talking. Where did she grow up? What did I study in school? All those kinds of questions that a couple needs to grow closer. It had been a busy few days since Stella and I met... we needed some down time.

Next morning came time for me to interview a new artiste. I told Stella about how long it might take as we walked down to the lounge for breakfast, and suggested she might use her suite today after breakfast, as I would need the facilities of the Master suite.

I greeted Roxanne in the bar, and we grabbed a corner table in the dining room to talk. A long, tall, natural blonde, she was not terribly heavy in the chest but said she was all-natural. We would see.

Discussions kept wandering, at my gentle guidance. I wanted to see if her basic IQ plus general knowledge of the cultural matrix would allow her to converse intelligently with our guests... and the answer, seemingly, was yes.

We had lunch, and I noticed her taste the food before seasoning... a good sign. Mr. J.C. Penney used to use that as an interview tool with new executives to see if they were smart enough to check if something was working before changing it. No problem there.

Next we were going to physical. I took her up to Doc's room, and Jan got busy while I took care of some restaurant business. Liquor orders in, got produce less refused onions, substituted brand for well vodka. Nothing serious. Doc buzzed me in about 2 hours, all was good. I picked up Roxanne and we walked down the hall to my office.

Discussions began on what she was willing to do, hard and soft limits, what would be extra charge for her. She was pretty flexible, hard-limiting only toilet sex and kids, neither a problem here. Time for a test drive.

Ordering dinner for us in my suite, we started through some mild S/M stuff.
She started with a lovely strip-tease for me, and a pole dance which made my pole just as hard as the stainless one was. Collar and cuff matched; she had a lovely heart in her pubes, with an arrow through it. Cute.

I ordered her into submission posture, and she was on her knees, fingers laced behind her neck, chest out. I did a thorough exam, knowing what to look for. All factory-original equipment. Kegals well-practiced, anus tight.

I bound her in a simple joined-hands overhead, and used a small flogger to stimulate her skin. Once warmed up, I changed to a mild single-tail, careful not to cut skin... just looking for pain tolerance.

Next stop, the spanking bench.

[steelish]

We spent a companionable evening learning more about each other and cuddled as we slept.

The next morning, after breakfast in the lounge, Master went to conduct the interviews he had told me about and I went in search of Mom. I thought to learn a few self-defense moves from her and was also curious if she thought I might be a good addition to her staff. If so, I planned to become a permanent security member here. If not, I would see if I could become useful somewhere else within the staff, perhaps kitchen or bar. I couldn't see living a life of decoration...

After asking Fred and walking through the maze of hallways, I found my way to the head of security's office and knocked. "Come in" I hear through the door and I turned the knob and entered.

Mom chuckled as my gaze hit the plaques decorating the walls of her office. I'm sure if some of the rough crowd saw the inside of Mom's office, they would never cause problems! It appeared as if Mom had lead a very full life! I saw pictures of past presidents with Mom, a couple of foreign dignitaries, as well as several photos of what appeared to be green beret troups saluting Mom!

The amusing thing was her display of her black belt. She was using it as a brace for her office chair. I hadn't noticed it until she got up and came around her desk to give me a hug. "Stella dear! What brings you to my office?" I smiled at her and asked, "shouldn't that be on display in a case with all those medals I see?" and pointed at the glass display case. She laughed and ran her hand over the belt.

"This belt is serving a good purpose hon. It's holding my favorite chair together! Chuck hates this old ratty office chair, but I love it. It's comfortable. The only thing keeping it from collapsing is this old belt. Besides, anyone can earn a black belt nowadays. It's appalling what has occurred in the martial arts community. If the dojos don't give out belts fast enough, they lose customers. No one has the patience to learn the skills anymore."

"I do" I whisper.

She turns her head to me sharply. I see her narrow her eyes and examine me for several long moments. "We'll see." she says and tells me to meet her in the establishment's gymnasium after lunch. My jaw drops. "There's a gym here???"

"Of course dear. Chuck and I are both big believers in having a healthy staff. There's no excuses to be had if there is a gym on premises"

She smiles at me and rings for Fred. "Fred will show you the way to the gym sweetie. Just meet me there after lunch. That's when I normally work out"

We chat about her photos and medals as I wait for Fred's arrival.

[Chuckdom19]

Roxanne dealt with the whip well, and moved to the spanking bench almost happily. I thought this was going to be the easiest interview ever.

Taking an easy warm-up by hand, she moved into the paddle easily, showing me her class by asking for each stroke and thanking me for each. Her bottom pinked up nicely and her bottom jiggled. Hmm... a little time with the gym equipment would take care of it.

Finally we looked at her sexual skills. While her pussy fuck was only average, her anal was poor and reluctant and her bj led to spitting out instead of swallowing. I was shocked, and sat down to talk about it.

"You did wonderfully on every aspect except the single most important facet of your potential employment! What happened?"

"It was my third time. I've never done anal before, and oral only once." She was streaming tears now, and looking abashed.

Softly. "Roxanne, why didn't you tell me? No, you would not have been considered, but you'd have saved yourself a lot of pain. And prevented wasting my time. Why?"

She was full-out crying now, hard, racking sobs. "I've got a situation in my personal life, sir. I've got to get out of my current place; my husband is horribly abusive mentally, but I can't put together any cash to run. He thinks I'm seeing my mother today."

Who am I, Mother Theresa? They always seem to turn up on my doorstep! I put my arm around her and pulled her close. "What brought you here?"

"Someone told me how kind you were... and how your artistes lived here. I knew how I could get away. I decided to put up with whatever I had to to get a job here."

Mind working in typical 'manager overdrive', I considered her concerns. Well, she did have the body and was unafraid to show it. She might just be server material. I called Grace and asked her to step in.

"Roxanne, get dressed, girl. My dining room manager, Grace, will give you an interview; we need a full-time server. If you pass her interview, we'll talk about making you an apprentice up here, and you can train with one of the artistes if you want to. Meanwhile, I'll find you a room somewhere that you can hide while you work with your family and a lawyer to get free of your husband. If you want to. Just relax here, and Grace will be right in."

[steelish]

Fred arrived and Mom and I parted company with plans to meet in the gym after lunch. Fred is such a sweet little guy and chats animatedly as he walks me to the gymnasium. It is obvious how proud Fred is to be working here by the way he points out everything and the pride I can hear in his voice when he speaks of Chuck, Mom, Grace, Tom and the rest of the staff. He was in the midst of telling me how it is a big family here when we arrive at the gym.

It is with great relish that he pushes open the double doors and reveals the workout space. It is packed with equipment; free weights, weight machines, cardio machines, several handball/racquetball courts, a sauna, a pool, a boxing ring, a punching bag, etc. Fred giggles at my wide eyes as he shows me around. I see several of the staff here working out and they wave to us as Fred gives me the tour. Tom is spotting for the huge man that I walked past when I arrived my first day. "That's Lance" Fred says with a smile and a wave to the human mountain. Lance was doing squats with what looked like a barbell that was so full of weight that it appeared as if there was barely room for his wide shoulders to fit in between the weight plates. I could see the bar bend as he lifted it.

I smiled to myself as Fred and I exited the gym. I still think I would have felt safer with Mom protecting me than Lance. I giggled out loud and Fred looked up at me inquiringly. "Oh, I was just thinking how funny it is that Mom gives me such a great sense of security and I see Lance and don't feel that same feeling" Fred nodded. "I know what you mean. Lance is a big guy and looks strong, which he is - but Mom knows exactly what to do in any given situation." Fred smiled at me, "Lance handles things, he's the head bouncer - but Mom is the head of security and if something happens that Lance can't handle by himself you should see people's faces when Mom steps in and kicks ass!" We both laugh together as we make our way to the dining hall for lunch.

[Chuckdom19]

It had been a long, wasted day with Roxanne, but that's not unusual in this business. That is one of the reasons I do such in-depth testing, though; at least we would not have disappointed customers.

Supper rush hour was here, so I went down to the main floor. Grace had done a nice job running things while I was otherwise occupied, and service was smooth. About halfway through the meal service, I had to correct a server; she had poured decaf coffee instead of regular for a guest. Having seen it myself, I addressed the problem directly.

"Adele! You erred with the service to this table!" She stopped and looked down, aware of her mistake. "Apologize to the guests!"

Turning to the table, she fell to her knees, bowed to the customers, and said, "I humbly apologize for the mistake I made. I will accept whatever punishment you think appropriate."

As is typical, the guests had no idea what to suggest, so I took over. "Adele, assume the position." She was on her knees already, so she simply bent forward further to place the side of her head on the floor, flipping her skirt up over her back to expose her thonged bottom.

I allowed her to be exposed to the guests for a minute or two while rubbing the target and preparing my crop, then applied five hard strokes to her bottom.

"Count out loudly: apologize to the guest and request the next stroke."

"I apologize for the poor service, valued guests," she said, loudly and clearly. "Master, may I have the first stroke please?"

"Thwack!" Her cheeks indented with the force of the crop hitting, and a lovely welt arose as we watched.

She repeated her apology, and requested the second stroke. Spacing carefully, I laid on the second about an inch lower than the first.

"Thwack!" She grunted this time with the sensation, then apologized once again and requested the third. We repeated the ritual until she received her fifth stroke, when she arose and kissed the crop, apologizing to me for embarrassing me in the eyes of our guests.

I noticed that our guests were quite stimulated by the punishment, and offered the use of one of our convenience rooms, but they declined.

"My slut can wait until she gets home," he stated. "She is on OC anyway and won't be cumming for four days."

"Adele! You will lift your skirts and give Mr. Davis a full lap dance at once." She looked at me, hesitating for a moment... her bottom HURT and the last thing she wanted to do was rub on this man's lap right now.

"We'll discuss this further later, Adele. But you will do as you have been directed!" She heard the firmness in my voice, and jumped to comply. Fortunately, the music was slow and sensuous, and she had him getting off in just two songs. Once she finished, he had his companion help clean him up and Adele returned to serving her other tables.

Our guests enjoyed good service... and the rare occasion of errors. The display of discipline *right now* made sure the servers understood the urgency of our customer needs, and the guests saw our commitment to their needs.

And *I* just loved applying that discipline!

[steelish]

I was in the staff's private dining hall enjoying my supper when Fred popped in to tell me that Chuck was in the restaurant area dishing out punishment to an errant wait staff member. I thanked Fred but remained there, finishing my meal. I knew that Master was busy running his establishment and we would cross paths again in due time.

All-in-all, the after lunch session with Mom went rather well. She showed me a few basic moves in self defense and I proved to be an apt pupil. I quickly learned the moves and then she continued to show me several things that would give me an advantage over someone who outweighed me and was stronger than me. "It's all about leverage" she said as she showed me a particularly intricate move. That one took me several hours to learn, and I spent the rest of the afternoon in the gym doing several exercises that she had recommended to aid me further in my training.

When I asked her about a job in security, she simply said, "We'll see. I need to speak to Chuck about it before I make any promises. But you are learning quickly. Much of what I would need to teach you takes many hours of practice to perfect and a calm, clear head during crisis situations in order to execute"

I quickly bussed my empty dishes to the kitchen and slid them into the hot soapy water. I didn't want to burden the staff if I could help it. After cleaning my dishes and the table I used, I made my way back to my suite and ran a hot bubble bath. I knew I would be sore after today's exercises with Mom and wanted to fend off whatever soreness I could.

I slid into the tub with a sigh of relief and let the heat soak into my body. I lay back, listening to some soft jazz I set the radio to and fell into a light sleep.

[Chuckdom19]

The meal rush was over, and all else had gone well. Adele reported to my office when the shift ended.

"That was a mighty poor performance for the guests, woman. I know damn well how much you enjoy pain... and how little that crop really bothered you. Did you get a good tip for the lap dance?" I grinned at her.

She grinned right back at me. "Well, boss, see, I wasn't sure how far you were going to take it. I'm on my period and didn't want to have to clean a dirty cock after fucking it." She laughed. As though she hadn't done that a few dozen times.

I was disappointed with her, though, and told her that. "The wrong coffee can kill some people, girl. I need to help you remember not to do that again! Come with me to my suite."

We went through the living part of the suite without thinking, and directly back to the playroom. "Strip, girl." Adele was a beautiful woman of Asian descent, and had the black hair and eyes of that part of her heritage, and the beautiful "cafe au lait" skin of her Bahamian father. God knows what his heritage was!

I inspected her all over, looking for rule violations. She had removed most of her pubes with electrolosis a long time ago, and had only a racing stripe down her split. The rest of her was clean, pimple-free and lovely. I kissed her on the clit after closely inspecting her pussy.

"How's your hubby feel about you working here, knowing what goes on?" This as I was checking her toenails and leg hair.

"He loves the pay, and the tips even more. Your help with the financing kept us in our house, and he knows the kind of shop you run here, clean and legal." She had come to him in tears last Spring, sure they would lose it due to the A.R.M. they had gotten when they bought the house. Stupid: she should have just come to me in the first place. But now the whole staff knew, and my accountant (who is simply the most submissive guy I've ever met and is also one of our 'artistes') now has helped four more from the brink. It is said that the measure of a man is not that HE gets rich, but how many he makes rich around him.

"All right, Adele. I think you need a little warmup. On the gyno table." She walked quickly to it and lay upon it, feet into the stirrups. I wanted the strokes to be really felt, so I frigged her a while to get her lips swollen and excited. She was blessed with a really large, sensitive clit, which stood up tall when I stopped.

"A quick twenty with the tawse ought to make your crotch nice and sensitive for your punishment. Count and ask, as usual. If you miss one, we start over." I stood between her broadly-spread legs and laid them on slowly, making sure the hits were even. Her clit took only four, as I wanted her lips to be the most sensitive.

After a short break, I took her to the Japanese Horse, and helped her aboard. She was somewhat reluctant, and I had to tie her hands behind her and lift her aboard. By the time she was on, she was crying hard and begging to be left off this part of the punishment. "Chuck, Boss, my husband will be mad if he can't make love to me because of this!"

"You knew that you'd be penalized physically for your mistakes, and I KNOW you got off at least three times during the tawse strokes. As for your husband, he can have some extra fun using your ass for a few days... as I remember he loves (and you hate!) from the last Holiday Party. Thirty minutes, woman, with 20 pounds on each ankle."

"But Boss, Sir, Master, please..." she was sobbing harder now.

"Adele, you have just earned an increase in the punishment. The 20 pounds per leg becomes 20 kilos... and I make the horse vibrate and rock. Enjoy the ride!" I turned to put the tawse away after I sanitized it, and was surprised to see a dripping-wet Stella standing in the doorway. She smelled heavenly from bubble bath, and her nipples and clit were standing tall.

[steelish]

I lay in my tub for twenty minutes, relaxing, when it occurs to me that when Master finishes for the day and goes to his own suite he will likely be tired from the day's activities. I decide to surprise him with a bubble bath in his suite, so I step out of my tub and throw on a robe to walk down the hall to his living quarters. I quickly run the bath and sink into the tub there, planning to surprise him with a relaxing soak and a back massage when he arrives.

I must have dozed off while waiting, because I suddenly become aware of a woman begging, and Master's voice. Uh oh, I think. He must not be done with the interviewee. I get out of the tub as quietly as I can with the plan to leave the suite so that they can finish their business. As I reach for the robe I inavertently overhear more conversation;

"Chuck, Boss, my husband will be mad if he can't make love to me because of this!"

"You knew that you'd be penalized physically for your mistakes, and I KNOW you got off at least three times during the tawse strokes. As for your husband, he can have some extra fun using your ass for a few days... as I remember he loves (and you hate!) from the last Holiday Party. Thirty minutes, woman, with 20 pounds on each ankle."

"But Boss, Sir, Master, please..." I hear the woman sobbing harder now.

"Adele, you have just earned an increase in the punishment.

Upon hearing the name Adele, I realize the woman is the wait staff Fred had told me Master was punishing for an errant mistake. He must have moved the punishment process to his suite. I breathed a sigh of relief that I had not interrupted an interview and started to walk to the door.

Master continued; "The 20 pounds per leg becomes 20 kilos... and I make the horse vibrate and rock. Enjoy the ride!"

I arrive at the doorway and the scene in the playroom rivets me. Adele is a beautiful woman, and the bondage she’s in along with her obvious distress, paints an erotic picture. Master has his back slightly to me as he is speaking to Adele. He is holding his favorite implement, the tawse, and the sight of it in his hands has my pussy instantly weeping with arousal. He starts to turn and the entire scene makes a lick of sexual heat punch through my body. I feel my nipples tighten and pucker. I literally have to reach out and hang on to the doorjamb to keep my knees from buckling beneath me.

[Chuckdom19]

Observing more closely, I saw that Stella must have been watching a few seconds, as her nipples were hardening as she stood there. She was getting so excited that she had to grasp the doorframe to stay vertical!

The opportunity was clear. I strode to her side and kissed her hard, hands running over her hot, fragrant flesh. "Did I wake you?"

"No, Master," she murmured. "I was in the tub, waiting to greet you properly and must have fallen asleep in the warm waters. I heard the sounds, and was going to slip away if you were still interviewing the candidate, but stayed to watch when I heard it was Adele. I'm afraid the sight excited me."

Grasping her, I took her to the spanking bench and she took her place happily, resting her torso on the padded bar down the center. After binding her arms and legs into position. I added a chin rest for her, that she might watch Adele's ride.

I tossed the used tawse into the cleaning bin for Fred to care for later, and grasped a light bamboo cane. Light and whippy, it would be enough to cause some stimulation without breaking the skin. I laid on a dozen strokes, rubbing the target between strokes and getting more and more excited myself.

Stella began begging for release; obviously she was hugely turned-on watching Adele ride the rocking horse, and hearing her occasional scream and moan. Finally I, too was ready for release and dropped my trousers to enter Stella's dripping cunt from behind. I fucked her slowly, watching Adele's pain and pleasure; she was riding a slow wave, cumming repeatedly.

Pulling out of her cunt, I slid firmly into Stella's ass. A few minutes enjoying the warm grasp of her anal sleeve, then building to a long climax, cumming just before Adele's timer went off and the movement between her legs ceased. Her screams had long-since ended, with just moans and mews sounding from her now.

After Stella had cleaned me off, I pulled up my pants and went over to release Adele. She had a hard time standing, and I helped her move to the playroom bath, so she could recover and clean up before going home. When she came out, I had released Stella and sent her to bed. Adele fell to her knees before me.

"Master, forgive me for my service error. It shall not happen again." I bent and helped her rise, kissed her on the forehead, and swatted her on the ass to urge her to go home. She kissed my hand, turned and left, wiggling her fanny as she walked out.

A long day over at last, I joined Stella in bed and crashed.

[steelish]

Master came over to me and kissed me, his hands exploring my body. I relished the sensation. "Did I wake you?" he inquired.

I shook my head, explaining to him how I had planned to surprise him with a bath but must have fallen asleep.

His eyes lit up when I told him the sight of him punishing Adele had excited me. He led me to the spanking bench and strapped me down, thoughtfully providing me with the chin rest so I could gaze upon Adele's exquisite form as she served out her punishment.

I felt the first stroke of the cane fall. The combination of the beautiful woman before me in a position I myself would relish serving my Master in, and the kiss of fire I felt across my backside caused the sexual heat to build in my body. By the time Master had delivered twelve strokes, I was flying high on a cloud of arousal; begging him to allow me to cum.

It was with profound relief that I felt Master sink his hard cock into the depths of my very moist pussy. As he slid inside, my eyes rolled back in pleasure and I moaned long and quaveringly. He slowly sawed his cock in and out of me, driving me mad with the way he kept bringing me up and making me ride the crest of an orgasm, then doing it all over again. My breath caught when he pulled completely out, then sank into my tight ass. The resulting orgasm seemed to last forever, and I happily rode the wave of release as I felt him spilling his hot seed inside me.

It was with a smile that I saw him walk around to my mouth and push the tip of his cock against my lips. I cleaned him with pleasure and then lazily watched as he released Adele. After leading her to the playroom bath he returned to release me. I shakily made my way to the suite restroom to clean up and brush my teeth for bed. My plan of giving Master a relaxing back massage was shot because the moment my head hit the pillow on his big comfy bed, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

[Chuckdom19]

The alarm went off at 9, and I was trying to remember as I shut it off why the fuck I had set it so early. I remembered; Gloria had something special going on today and would not be here, and we had a special event starting at noon and lasting until very late. Two guest speakers, and several local clubs to meet in the dungeon for a long day of seminars.

I woke Stella, and asked her to eat breakfast and dress for company; I'd meet her downstairs. Throwing on a dress shirt, ascot, and suit jacket, I went to my office to get the details of the day taken care of. Lance from security was going to pick up the VIP's, and I had to make sure the dungeon was ready.

Pushing his office intercom, "Tom"?
(beep)
"Yes, Boss?"
(beep)
"Are we set for the seminar? Stage set up? Requested equipment and supplies?"
(beep)
"*sigh* Boss, remember who you are talking to? How many years have we
been together? Do you really need to ask?"
(beep)
"Tom, do you know why this place works as smoothly as it does? Because I ask. Good managers are good managers because they check up on things. When was the last time you ran out of lube, Tom?"
(beep)
"Boss, I've NEVER run out of lube! I do an inventory on that every week, just like on all consumables. I'm careful about that!"
(beep)
"Tom, look at the bottom of the inventory form, in the lower left corner. What are the initials down there?"
(beep)
"Errr.... 'CP'. Oh."
(beep)
"Yup. That's why we don't run out, Tom. I set up the form when we opened... and made sure until YOU were hired that we never ran out. Now you do it, because I delegated it. But I still check, Tom. Because I care, just like you do. Thanks, my friend! Our first customers will be down there about 11:30, and the bar will open after the buffet closes at 1. See you later!"

Next, I checked Lance's locator; he was at the airport and... pulling out. Should be here in thirty. Time to head down.

Midori and Master Z arrived at 10:45, and I showed them down to the hall, introducing them to Tom and Doctor Jan. They took over the hosting, after asking if I had found the volunteers they were looking for. Well, I had one for Midori... but not sure she would be OK with Master Z. I would be asking her, OK? OK. If not, he never had trouble getting one from the crowd. Yes.

Back upstairs, I was pleased that the party servers were early, and sent them down to check the setup, and the dining servers were already checking the dining room. I called them together, let them know about the special for today ("Pressed" Duck and "Whipped" potatoes. Gads, I had to get with Chef about those stupid puns), and had them in 'standing present' to check uniform details and grooming. 2 demerits for April for nails, total 5 this week and it was only Thursday. 1 demerit for Virginia, improperly ironed uniform shirt. Marked on list for monthly demerit totals; those punishments were fun, I'd have to do that myself for a few weeks again. Maybe Gloria was getting too soft.

Lunch started at 11, and the first meeting guests were in the bar waiting to go down when I opened the doors to downstairs at 11:30.

Stella came down, dressed for a smart meeting or dinner out. Beautiful! I asked her if she would volunteer to be demonstration model for the famous Midori? It was called "Topping and designing assignments", and nothing would be done to her that I would not do. Game for it? She was indeed; her nipples stood right up and crinkled.

Then I asked her about being Master Z's test subject; he was teaching a class on 'Fire Play'. Would that push her too far? No, not at all. Good. I asked her to step down, then, and act as hostess for the guests and help find seating and such; coordinate with Tom and Doctor Jan who were hosting down there. She kissed me... hard... and thanked me for the opportunity, and took off downstairs.

This left me to concentrate on the operations. And face-to-face with trouble.

[steelish]

I was surprised at how deeply and soundly I slept. Master woke me around 9:15 with an air of anticipation about him. He directed me to eat breakfast and then dress for company.

I quickly ate and then left his suite and headed down the hall to my own quarters. I jumped in the shower and made sure I was squeaky clean from head to toe. I took the time to pamper myself with a pedicure and manicure. I sat and leafed through a magazine while waiting for my polish to dry. As soon as I was assured I wouldn't smudge my nails I dried my hair and applied makeup.

About an hour later I was still standing in front of my closet, a frown creasing my forehead. Master hadn't given me a dress code for the company, so I decided to dress as if I could either go out to dinner at an upscale restaurant or walk into a executive board room. I put on a pair of dressy wide-leg slacks and a fitted dress shirt with french cuffs. The open collar of the blouse made my slave collar stand out beautifully. I swept my hair up in a soft chignon and wore diamond studs in my ears. I stepped in front of a full-length mirror and double-checked my reflection. I examined myself with a discerning eye. "Would Master be proud to present me to the guests?" was the question I was asking myself as I critiqued my mirrored image. After making a few minor adjustments, I turned and left to go find him.

I found him along with some of the serving staff by the lounge area. It looked as if he was just finishing up a staff meeting or something. He turned to me and asked me if I would volunteer to be a demonstration model for the famous Midori. I practically vibrated, I was so excited. Midori! Who hadn't heard of her! I enthusiastically said yes and he then asked me about being Master Z's test subject for a class he was teaching on 'Fire Play'. I had never done it, but was curious. Was I up to it? Sure.

To my pleasure, he asked me if I would please go downstairs and act as hostess to the guests and help them find seating, etc. I was happy to be of assistance to him and thanked him for the opportunity to do something useful.

I made my way downstairs to the dungeon. Tom had set up a stage at one end of the room and it was decorated with black velvet drapery and stage lighting was strategically placed. I found Tom and let him know that I was to be the demonstration model for Midori. He took me to the green room and introduced me to her. After meeting her I went back out and played hostess, showing people to their seats and greeting others at the door.

There were rows and rows of plush red chairs set up in theatre style seating. Tom had arranged for a wide center aisle leading to the stage and it was quite easy to guide people to their seats. Jan and I worked together perfectly and it was nice to see her outfit was almost a mirror image of my own. I recognized a few of the guests from my evening bound to the large bondage ring and they remembered me as well. I received many compliments on Master's collar and all of the guests were provided with refreshments to sip as they waited for the seminar to begin.

The mayor arrived and I seated him in the front row near the center aisle. It wasn't long after that when the lighting slowly dimmed. As the lights slowly dimmed a hush settled over the crowd and a spotlight illuminated Master, who was walking onto the stage from the wings. It was time for him to announce the first speaker for the seminar.

[Chuckdom19]

The trouble was standing at the door, with a grin on his ugly face.

"Diego! What the hell are you doing here in *****, and how do you have the nerve to show your face in my place?" I saw Lance and Jim both slip into ready position.

"I'm here for my payoff, or you get lots of trouble, Phillips. I'll let the Mayor know what you are....." he trailed off. The Mayor had just walked past him, shook hands with me, and headed downstairs.

"You were saying, Diego?" He mumbled something and turned to leave. I gestured to Lance, who escorted him to his car... and invited him to never enter the property again or he would regret it physically.

Jim stepped out from behind the bar, and reminded me of my "Host" responsibility downstairs. I hustled the long way to back stage, and got there just in time. I walked out at Tom hit me with the spot.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, I welcome you to B.A.I., and trust you have been treated well up to this point. There is a buffet laid out in the back, please feel free to enjoy your choices. Soft beverages are available now, and stronger beverages will be served after our two presentations. There will be a thirty minute break between discussions, and plenty of time for question-and-answer."

"Our first speaker today will be that proverbial person who needs no introduction. 'Midori' is well known in her field, and makes a dozen trips a year around the country with regional presentations, such as her recent appearance at "Thunder" in Colorado."

"Her presentation today will be on 'Topping and Designing Assignments'. I hope you enjoy, and please help me welcome, the great 'Midori'!" There was hearty applause, and she blushed a bit as she came on. I ducked out reluctantly, and headed up until it was time to introduce 'Master X'.

[Chuckdom19]

Back upstairs, I faced a concern I had thought I'd dealt with; Diego had come back in, with two heavies armed to the teeth. Of course they had tried to "get the drop" on Lance at the door, and been surprised that a four-sided shield of plastic had dropped around them in the entryway.

Surprised, that was, until one of the goons had fired on the plastic, figuring it to be too light to stop bullets. Oops, his bad. My shield, made of Dyneema SB61, a new formulation from the Netherlands, is harder than steel. The bullet had bounced off, returning a rather painful gift to the sender... but now we had a standoff going. Lance needed to raise the shield to let in the paramedics, but dare not for fear of danger to our guests and staff.

I walked into the middle of this, and went directly to the computer terminal connecting to the wireless speaker inside. "Diego, what the fuck is wrong with you? Didn't you get the message earlier? Now put your weapons on the floor next to the pool of blood, or I'll leave the shield down until you run out of oxygen!"

He apparently did not believe me, and prepared to fire another round, aiming at the same spot the other bullet had hit. Another 'bang', and this time the other goon got it, but only in the arm. At that, Diego laid down his gun, as the others had already dropped theirs. Alerting Jim and Lance (and Mom, of course), I raised the shield.

Gotta hand it to Diego for boldness; he waited until the paramedics had stopped the bleeding and gotten his assistants moved to the ambulance before he pulled his backup and got back inside. Mom was ready, though; she had faced Diego before. Our 'ultimate defense' flechette gun mounted with the entryway ceiling cam fired a cloud of little darts in his direction; he went down to the anesthetic they were coated in.

A neat little weapon, the flechette gun, made by Skoda in the Czech Republic, fired anesthetic darts which pierced the skin, then dissolved in the body. The sleepy-drug could be had in varying strengths, and I had chosen one to just knock him out a few minutes. By the time he woke up, Lance had him bound naked in one of our 'detention rooms' in the hidden part of the basement, while Jim had gotten rid of the paramedics and cops.

I confronted him as he awoke, showing him the pile of hardware we had stripped from him as we took his clothes off and bound him to the vertical rack. "Diego, you idiot. Did you think I would not expect a 'hold-out', knowing you as I do? But seriously, '5' hold-outs? You were really out for blood, eh?"

"You son-of-a" was all he managed to utter, as I gagged him tightly.

"Shut up, asshole. 'The Don' told me you weren't happy with our arrangement, and led me to expect you might be coming; we've been ready for you for months. So the money I've been bribing you with hasn't been enough, eh? Well, old son, let's see how you like some of these bribes instead." He had me pissed; invading my castle? Threatening my family? No fucking way!

A little softening up with a cattle-prod got his attention. He was shaking his head like crazy, and babbling what he could through the ring-gag. Drool ran down his chin and chest. A touch to his belly first, set on "1", then one on his thigh. I turned it up to "2" and hit him on his anus, followed with one at "3" in an armpit.

"OK, Diego; that was the "3" setting... on a scale of 10. The highest will stop your heart if I apply it to your left chest, but I won't kill you. You may WISH to be dead however! I'm planning to use every implement I can think of to cause you pain, whips, canes, presses, clips, weights, even my ball-crusher. When you leave here, it's likely you will require medical attention from the University Hospital... but I'll be dropping you off at the Don's business office instead. Get ready to scream, now!"

I worked on him for almost two hours, using canes and crops and a single-tail, but never made good on the 'ball-crusher' threat. By the time the Don's boys arrived to crate him up (literally!) and take him away, he was crying with fear and had wet and shit himself repeatedly. The guards hosed him off and nailed him into the crate before taking him away, out the delivery door. And just in time, as my host-duties at the conference were coming due. I ran upstairs to catch a shower and change, so I could look decent to introduce 'Master X."

[steelish]

Midori was delightful. She was witty and entertaining to the audience, She spoke of the difference between service and tasks or "assignments". She told of how she is a big supporter of assigning tasks that create a sense of anticipation for the next scene between partners. "You want to get inside your sub's head, feed their mind, body and soul with your assignments."

She smiled wickedly, "It could be something as simple as having your subbie carve a plug out of ginger, to something as elaborate as having him or her create their own bondage implements."Keep in mind you don't want to make your sub frustrated with the assignment, engage their mind - spark a fire within. You'll be pleasantly surprised at the results! For instance, before class began, I gave Stella an assignment. She was to fashion a punishment implement of her own design to be used upon her. I challenged her with applying a childhood memory to her design." Midori looked toward the wings and motioned for me to join her on stage. "What have you made my dear?"

I was nervous, but walked right up to her. I was dressed in a black patent bra, a white lace thong, black patent garter belt with black lace stockings and black stilettos. It was a costume that Tom assured me would be perfect for the stage. Judging from the murmurs in the crowd, he was either right on the mark, or way off. I held out my homemade implement. I had gone out into the courtyard of the establishment, and cut a long thin branch off one of the maple trees. The branch started out about the thickness of a fishing rod at the thick end, and tapered off to the thickness of a pencil's lead.

Midori took it from my hand. "Hmmm" She said as she sliced it back and forth through the air. Murmurs came from the audience again. "So," Midori began, as she looked at me, "Tell me why you created this particular switch"

Licking my lips, I explained. "In my childhood, my grandfather something like this he had fashioned from a switch he cut off a tree in his backyard. We called it the 'whammy'. My cousins and I felt that switch whenever we would misbehave. The 'whammy' has good memories too. After our punishment, he would sit on a stoop with us and cut up fresh pears for us to nibble on as he talked to us and told us he loved us even though we were sometimes bad."

Midori smiled at me. "So you see; although for her the switch is a tool for punishment, it is also a tool of love." She handed the switch back to me and instructed me to choose someone out of the audience to use it on me. I slowly walked down the stairs at the front of the stage. I glanced at the mayor, but did not want to put him on the spot. I noticed a kindly gentleman sitting in the crowd. He had a twinkle in his eye and he reminded me much of my grandfather. I presented the switch to him with a little curtsy. He took it as his grin widened. He led the way back to the stage and I followed him.

"Stand here with your back to the audience" he directed, and I did. "Bend over and grab your ankles" I did, twisting slightly to peer back at him. "You've been bad." came his voice.

"Yes Sir" I breathlessly replied.

"What do bad girls get?" he asked.

"Bad girls get punished" I groaned out.

"Yes, they do." he said. "I'll give you twenty strokes, count them out."

"Yes Sir."

He applied the twenty strokes and the effect was astounding. As I counted out the strokes my childhood and my submissive womanhood melded into one, escalating the experience in my mind. Normally, I do not cry during a scene, but I started crying halfway through. When he was done, he sat on the stairs with me and held me until my sniffles stopped. The audience applauded as Midori explained the parallels created in a subs mind when childhood experiences are brought into the mix. "After all, for most of us, our roots in submission or dominance began in childhood."

My punisher went back to his seat and I joined Midori back on the stage. She gave me a hug and sent me offstage, where I hurried over to Tom to get ready for Master Z's fire play demo. Midori then spoke of effective topping, and how important it is to get to know your bottom's psyche. That you need to get to know your sub's desires and dreams. How effective topping correlates to the assignment she had just demonstrated.

Midori bowed to the audience amid much applause. Many of the audience members were talking excitedly amongst themselves, no doubt eager to apply what they had just learned. Some of them had taken a few notes.

Master stepped onto the wings and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. He was preparing to announce Master Z's fire play demo and although I knew him to be a confident man, he seemed distracted for some reason.

"Is everything ok Sir?" I asked him.

[Chuckdom19]

I rushed onto the stage fresh from the shower, hair still damp. Stella was back stage, in an unusual costume which was really very sexy. She offered me a kiss which I accepted and ate hungrily.

"Is everything OK Sir?" she asked.

"Our family was invaded, Beautiful Stella. It was tense for a few minutes and the bad guys set off a couple rounds, but they just managed to hit each other. The leader just was carted away by the Don's men; supposedly he is a rogue member of the Family. He decided he was going to try and shake me down, and would not take no for an answer."

I shook my head a bit, still upset by the whole thing. "After we took him out, he tried again, and yet again. I brought him down to one of the 'private' cells... and convinced him with crop and whip and cane and shock-stick that he had been misguided and likely made a bad decision. Then the Don's men got here and put him in a box to take away. It was a very SMALL box, and he likely could have pleasured himself by the time they were done. Doubtful he would have, though, as he was in some awful pain. They were not exactly gentle packing him."

"Now I'll have to go see the Don, though. Likely yet today. Assuming you are not too sore, I'd like you to come along." She nodded, and offered me another kiss, which was significantly longer and harder. It did wonders in helping me calm down.

A few minutes of cuddling, and she needed to change outfits while I got busy introducing "Master X." A few minutes later, he was well into his talk and I was running upstairs to get back to the Don who had called while I was on stage. Not that he would do anything to me or mine, we had come to that agreement long before I opened. I treated him with respect, allowed him some complimentary use of our facilities, and helped him out now and again to educate some of his staff.

Getting to a flunky, I waited seven or eight minutes on the phone while he took care of some other business. Gotta say this for the guy, his 'music on hold' was great and clear. No repetition, no static. Eventually he came on-line.

"Hello, Chuck. Thanks for calling me back. We need to get together tonight, about 8. I'm having a staff meeting of all my associates at the Civic Center tonight, and we will be opening the crate that was boxed up at your place. Certain measures have to be taken to assure that your staff won't be inconvenienced again. Let me apologize about that, and assure you that if there were any injuries or was any damage, I'll make good for that."

"No need for that, Don XXXXXXXX. I've got it all covered, and we didn't suffer any injuries. Are you expecting me to... um... participate in those measures?" I was concerned about that; for me, such punishment is a private thing.

"No, no Chuck. I discipline my own. I just need to make sure that you and your little family are safe. You've always shown me respect and been my friend, and there were those little favors I owe you for. My people need to know for sure that you are, ummm, to be respected and kept safe." The Don almost stuttered at the words.

"I'll be there tonight, sir. Is it okay if I bring a companion along? She is my closest confidante." Just making sure.

"Sure, sure, bring your friend. If we have time, I'll introduce you to some wine from my own vineyards in Italy. You can have some to take to your club, for special guests and such." I knew from that that it should be saved for his special guests, and hoped that it was good.

We ended the call, and I got back downstairs. The place would not run itself!

[steelish]

I thought something had happened! But, once he had talked about it and we cuddled a bit, he seemed to feel better. Well, for that matter, so did I!

For the fire play demo, Tom had put me in leather bra and panties, and had also put a leather hood on my head to cover my hair. He had me put on leather gloves, explaining that my nail polish could catch on fire. What I didn't like was he had me remove my collar. But he explained that metal could absorb the heat, burning me. We stood in the wings and listened to the class progress while we waited for my cue to come onstage.

"My personal favorites are techniques where I, as top, have the fire on me a lot. This helps me gage the heat, and share the fun. I almost always put out the flames with my bare hand.

Typical burn times are 1 - 3 seconds, but vary greatly by fuel, body part, individual, and technique. Longer burns are possible if the flame moves around the body, never staying on one part.
I am going to tell you about some fire-related techniques you may see or learn. Each has special issues not covered here. The first four are most common. Most scenes use only 1-3 of these.
● Torch: A wand/torch/baton with fueled wick is passed around the body, perhaps rubbed or bounced.
● Hand torch: The same, with top's hand serving as the torch.
● Wipe and light: Apply a streak of fuel, then light it. Put it out (hand or flogger) as it goes.
● Binaca blast / “flame thrower”: Ignite a brief aerosol blast of fuel.
● Flash cotton. Ignited on/above skin. Tricky and dangerous.
● Exotic metals. Add color and sparkle to the flame. Tricky and dangerous.
● Fire mitt. Lighting a kevlar glove on the top's hand.
● Fire pin. Branding with a red hot needle piercing. Usually intended to be temporary.
● Fire cupping: Igniting fuel inside a cup, quickly applied to skin. Cooling produces suction.
● Candles: Candle flame is too hot for skin. Dripping warm wax is part of Wax Play.
● Fire spinning: Juggling or spinning fire poi near the bottom.
● Fire flogging: Using a lit kevlar flogger on skin. Very problematic.
● Fire breathing: Using the top's mouth as a flame thrower. Very problematic.

I am going to demonstrate for you using three techniques; hand torch, wipe and light, and fire cupping. All safe fire scenes have three people; Top, bottom and spotter. Luckily, we have an experience spotter on hand. Can everyone please give a warm welcome to Tom!"

I smiled at Tom as he gave me a wink and went onstage. He held a folded damp cloth in his hand along with a spray/misting bottle full of water. He acted silly when he walked out, with sweeping bows and waving his water bottle around like it was a scepter. The audience chuckled. Most of them knew Tom well.

"And now, for our bottom; Stella, will you please join me on stage?"

I took a deep breath and on trembling legs, walked out onstage and joined Master X.

For his demo, a large post had been positioned in the middle of the stage. He had me turn sideways to the audience and reach out, leaning forward slightly and grip the post with both hands. He rubbed my arm and whispered a few words to me, soothing my nerves. Tom stood beside me. Master X was closest to the audience, with me between him and Tom, who was closer to the rear of the stage. This way, Tom could take one step forward and help if something got out of control, but he would not be in the way of the audience's viewpoint.

First he demonstrated "hand torch", lighting the fuel in his bare hand and swiping it across my skin. I felt a flare of warmth and then his other hand would swipe across it and literally wipe away the flame. He worked his way across my back and along the backs of my thighs. My skin tingled with warmth. I began to completely relax. I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye and knew he saw the muscles in my arms ease up. I had been gripping the post like it was a lifeline.

The next thing he did was the "wipe and light". This time he wiped the fuel on with his hand, lit it and put it out with a leather flogger. He didn't strike me hard enough to do much except put out the fire and it was almost like getting a massage. I could feel the heat build on my skin's surface, and Tom would sometimes step forward and wipe off excess fuel.

"Fire Cupping" was the last demo, and he lit a small bit of cloth and trapped it against my skin under the cups. It was a unique sensation to feel the flash of heat, then feel the suction as my skin was pulled into the cups. He made a line of cups down each side of my backbone. The other odd sensation was when he took the cups off my skin. My skin immediately felt cool after each cup was removed. As Master X worked his way down my body removing the cups, Tom would follow behind him with the spray bottle, soothing my heated skin.

Once all the cups were removed, Master X had me turn my back to the crowd so they could see my back. There was applause and then he sent me offstage. Tom pulled me into the dressing room and started to spray an aloe spray over my back. I protested a bit, telling him I was fine, I didn't get burnt. "Stella, Chuck will have my head if anything happens to you. Please be still and allow me to do this."

I stood and let him put the aloe all over my back and thighs. The first thing I did before I changed was put my collar back on. I then put my hostess outfit back on and made my way out and down the hall so I could slip back into the room at the back of the audience. The seminar was winding down and the kitchen staff had put out a nice buffet in the room opposite with large table rounds for everyone to sit and mingle while they ate. This was going to be their opportunity to talk directly with Midori and Master X.

Master X wound down his class: "I teach beginning and advanced hands-on fire, and a spotter training class, including handing lots of live fire, and drills for noticing and putting out bad fire.

Remember: 'There are old pilots, and there are bold pilots, but there are no old, bold pilots.' Successful fire players behave cautiously at all times."

With much applause Master X bowed to the audience and exited the stage as Chuck walked onstage, clapping.

[Chuckdom19]

The applause of the crowd was strong and appreciative. I invited them to the buffet once more, and informed them of the dining facility next door where they would be able to meet the speakers and ask specific questions.

I saw Stella walk out into the crowd to help direct them; once the room was nearly empty, she came over to me and I congratulated her with a hug and kiss.

"Sweet Stella Strong as Steel, the speakers both told me what a great assistant you were, and 'Master X' was truly impressed with your courage for your first fire-play experience. I'm so very appreciative of your willingness, and proud of you for your strength!"

We snuggled as we walked to the elevator, and got off on the third floor. Chatting along the way, I filled her in about our invader and how the Don had handled his part. Next I shared the phone call, and asked her again to come with me tonight.

"I was going to ask someone from security, but I'd much rather have you on my arm instead. And with your talents and the extra training Mom has offered you, you'd likely be as good or better than most anyway."

She blushed and thanked me for the compliment. Kissing her, I told her to shower and then nap until dinner at 6, then we would get ready so we could be there at 8.

Swatting her fanny as she walked towards her suite, I stared with lust... knowing that beautiful sway was mine forever.

We dined well and fairly quickly, as I did not want to keep the Don waiting. They saved us a parking space close to the door, right next to where the Don's Caddy was parked. My Malibu looked pretty small next to his stretch limo.

Once into the hall, we were shown to our seats at one end of the head table. The chairs were comfy and padded, not like the typical convention-hall chairs. We were offered and served soft beverages, and watched as the crowd filed quietly in.

At the stroke of 8, the Don made an entrance, followed by two men with a small cart carrying Diego in his box. He was making some noise, and there was a strong odor of pee following him.

The Don stood to speak, and the room was silent.

"Tonight we are having a meeting to refresh some business principles, and to apologize to our good friend Chuck Phillips for his inconveniences today." He proceeded to share the day's events with a clarity and knowledge that bespoke careful research into exactly how things had happened.

"This man, Chuck, is my friend. I owe him for many favors. Today I found that a member of MY family had invaded Chuck's family home and threatened them all with weapons. Two of the people, button men, are in the hospital thanks to the defenses he has. The third is in this crate."

He gestured to his helpers, and they used crow-bars to quickly break apart the box. A bruised and battered Diego was inside, still well tied to the transport chair. His exposure in front of the 8 thousand or so attending the meeting was certainly humiliating.

[steelish]

After Chuck directed the crowd to the lunch buffet, I helped Jan in hostess duties until a majority of the attendees had made their way into the dining room and were eating and/or chatting.

I walked over to Chuck, who immediately told me of Midori and Master X complimenting me on my assistance. I blushingly accepted the compliments, hugging Chuck and sharing a deep kiss.

As we strolled to the elevator to head to our suites, Chuck provided more details on the attempted break in by Diego. When we got off the elevator on our floor, Chuck told me how he had originally planned to take someone from security. He then told me how he had confidence in my ability to handle myself due to Mom's training. The compliment made me flush with both embarrassment and pride, which was a very strange feeling.

I was nervous about my first outing on security detail, but I knew that Chuck had quite a bit of training under his belt and felt that between the two of us, we could handle ourselves. Plus, as Mom kept telling me; no one would suspect me of being able to hold my own in a sticky situation. She said to play up the shy sweet subbie end of things around thugs, to get them to relax and dismiss me as decoration. She explained that this is what she used to do as a young woman, and now she plays up the defenseless old woman when around people who don't know better. Tonight would be my "opening night" in that respect.

Chuck patted my ass as I turned to walk toward my suite. I smiled to myself, looking forward to years of friendly (and more) pats from him.

After a quick shower and change, Chuck and I ate a nice meal and left for the meeting with the Don. He drove in and parked next to a stretch limo which I surmised belonged to the Don. I didn't think it would behoove anyone else to flaunt riches above and beyond the Don. I mentally rolled my eyes at the thought as I stepped out of Chuck's car.

Several of the Don's detail met us in the entry and as I correctly guessed, they checked Chuck for weapons, but other than checking my small purse, barely gave me a thought other than to give me a lecherous grin. I smiled sweetly at them and took Chuck's arm; mindful to play the part; 'down the middle' as Mom would say. Not to much, not too little. As we walked down the hall Mom's training stepped up in my mind and I unconsciously counted the doorways, making note of how many were on each side. I also memorized the route back out, keeping in mind any side exits I saw.

The men led us to an enormous room with a conference table on stage at the front of it. They gestured us to seats at the head of the table and as Chuck pulled out my chair for me to sit, I surreptitiously took note of where all the doors leading into the room were. I was happy that we did not have any doors behind us.

Drinks were handed out, and Chuck and I specifically asked for canned sodas. We trusted the Don, but his men could be bought with enough money and there was no point in taking chances. I played my part, smiling at Chuck, nodding and smiling at the people entering the room but all the while, I was remembering what Mom had told me. "Watch for people who are doing what you just did, memorizing exits, door locations, etc." I took note of each person that did this and also of where they sat in the crowd.

8 o'clock chimed and the Don entered flanked by his bodyguards. My nose wrinkled at the odor emanating from a box that was carted in. There were noises coming from it and I correctly guessed that it housed Diego. The Don stood to speak and although my ears were tuned to what he was saying, I was scanning the crowd with my peripheral vision. Amazingly, I felt calm yet energized at the same time.

As soon as the Don gestured at the box, his helpers broke it open with crow-bars, revealing a very battered and bruised, tightly bound Diego.

[Chuckdom19]

Fortunately, Diego was at the other end of the table, as the odor was strong. Obviously self-control was not one of his abilities.

The Don kept some distance, but started questioning him after they threw a bucket of water over him to dilute the smell a bit. Diego was defiant.

"Prostitutes are MY business here in Oxxxx, Don XXXXXXXX. This guy was crowding my territory, and I've warned him that I wanted my cut. He told me to talk to you about it, but I didn't want to bother you with it, Sir. I knew this was something I could take care of on my own. Why am I being punished? This is bullshit and" His words cut off in mid-syllable, as one of the Don's men slapped him full-hand across the face.

The assistant nodded to the Don, and he went back to speaking.

"This is an insult to my family's honor, Diego. Are you and your men challenging me for leadership?" speaking very softly. The room was quiet enough that you could hear sweat forming on Diego's forehead.

I was watching faces and eyes, and noted a few people in the second last row, handing things around. I was bracing myself for something, and to protect Stella. Then I carefully kicked myself in the ass mentally, remembering that Stella would be protecting ME. Well, we'd be helping each other.

It appeared that some of the Don's men were alert; there was some repositioning by some of the men and women armed with machine pistols. They could use some education from Mom or Lance, though; some of them were in others' lines-of-fire, and this would endanger them.

The Don went on about respecting his wishes and family honor, and a move of Diego's with his head caught my eye. It was innocent... but looked like a signal to me. My right hand found my holdout, a remarkably small 12-shot .05 caliber weapon. When I first saw it, I laughed: a .05 against .45's and 9mm's? Then I saw the nature of the shell; a new, extremely compact explosive that blew on contact with the target. One bullet shatters a truck tire; two can split an engine block.

Diego was speaking again. "He owes me my percentage! I'm not going to stand for this humiliation! He's going down, no matter WHAT you say!" Getting shrill.

Suddenly, five people stood up in the audience, and one of the Don's guards tossed one his weapon. I saw the shit preparing to hit the fan, and suddenly felt Stella grabbing me and pulling me down. My holdout in hand, I put a shell into the spotlight to give us some cover. The resulting explosion shattered the lens and sprayed some burning magnesium tape from the light as well. No fire, but the smoke alarms went off.

[steelish]

I kept my eyelids partially closed, as if I were frightened, or offended by the sight of Diego. I used my veiled eyes to survey the room and watch Diego. As the Don questioned Diego, a group towards the back of the room were passing things amongst themselves. I felt Chuck tense slightly beside me and I realized he had seen it as well.

I cursed inwardly as I saw the Don's men reposition. They had not fanned out enough and some would be a hinderance rather than a help. I made a mental note to ask Chuck if he might want to offer the Don's men a training session with Mom. I was also surprised that none of the Don's men were positioned in the back of the room, that in itself was an invitation for trouble. Chuck always had security dispersed throughout a room, it was policy at his establishment.

Just then, I saw Diego's signal. A barely imperceptible motion of his head. I felt Chuck reach for his concealed weapon, and was glad he had seen what was unfolding.

I saw one of the Don's guards tense and flick his eyes to the crowd. I immediately reached over and grabbed Chuck, pulling him down. The guard threw his weapon to one of the Don's challengers and I knew the Don was in trouble. Chuck shot out the spotlight, causing a small explosion and smoke. The resulting smoke alarms were shrill enough to cover any noise we made. Knowing that Diego was after Chuck, I rolled us toward the back of the stage and off the edge.

"A guard turned, the Don is in trouble" I shouted in Chuck's ear. The room had erupted into all-out war, some in the crowd choosing to fight with Diego and unseat the Don, some choosing to side with the Don. We used the edge of the stage as cover and made our way to where the Don was. Just as we reached the spot, the Don's remaining loyal bodyguard shot his ex-companion and pushed the conference table onto it's side, providing cover. The Don crouched behind the table flanked on one side with his bodyguard, on the other side by Chuck and myself. I was not carrying a firearm, as Mom preferred to use wits and hand-to-hand combat. I did have a wicked fighting knife concealed, but would not pull it out unless it was needed.

I acted as spotter and peeked out from behind the table to start shouting out positions to Chuck and the bodyguard. "15 feet back at 10 o'clock!" Chuck popped up and shot, hitting his target. "10 feet out at 2 o'clock" The guard took that shot, striking his target enough to disable him, but not kill him. I continued to call positions, changing my own position so that Diego's men could not get a bead on me. As expected, some of the Don's men had been shot in the crossfire.

My eyes gleamed when I called out the next one to Chuck; "Blind fire - 8 feet out at 12 o'clock!" Chuck simply raised his arm and shot straight out over the top of the table edge without looking. I peeked out again, Chuck had just shot Diego, who was now clutching a shattered leg. Many of Diego's followers grabbed him and started to haul him away, firing over their shoulders to throw off pursuit. The fighting started to wind down and the Don's remaining men made short work of the few that stayed behind and tried to cover the retreat.

When we stood up to survey the damage the Don discovered that he would have a few of Diego's men to 'question' about the incident. I tapped Chuck and pointed out what his weapon had done. The lower half of Diego's leg lay on the floor. I smiled at Chuck, "Now he's really going to be mad! Before it was merely money...now it's a leg!" I was trying to make a joke and laugh, knowing that the adrenaline high was coming down and I would get the shakes soon.

[Chuckdom19]

The Don thanked us for our help in his defense, especially honoring Stella for her awareness and tactical assistance. As we left, I notified Mom to raise our defensive status to Defcon 5. On the way outside, we were surrounded by a dozen men, one of whom demanded my keys so he could start the car and take it on a short drive to test it. Apparently Diego didn't watch enough television, as there were no bombs on starting it, the tires and brakes were OK, and no other mischief had been committed.

We climbed into the Chevy and went home, chatting about the situation we'd just lived through from personal viewpoints and from the 'security' outlook. I made a mental note to talk to the Don about having his troops go through some training from Mom, specifically about tactics.

On arrival at the BAI, I noted the sign for the "Newly added convenience of lot attendants" had been put out to explain why security was roaming the lot. This was our first line of defense, and included some of my best security people. I also noted that Mom had troops on the roof in the mostly-concealed positions around the cameras and such. I was also sure that many of the "boobie-traps" installed around the edges of the lot were active, especially to the back where employee vehicles were parked. A large, open area to the rear led to a creek and parkway area; some of the 'improvements' to the jogging path we had made back along the creek included cameras, movement detectors, and some dirty tricks included directed-blast explosives which were hidden in benches, bushes, under decorative rocks, and elsewhere.

We got inside and safe... and were almost instantly surrounded by my staff 'family', who had heard varying forms of the story of what happened. Three people picked up Stella and carried her through the restaurant and bar, cheering her for her heroism and for 'saving' me. I was proud of her, too... and added my cheers and thanks. Mom made one of her rare appearances in public and hugged Stella with some private words in her ears. As her 'boss', it was appropriate and seemed appreciated.

Finally after about an hour of telling and retelling the tale, I got to our suite and turned on the hot tub... I knew we would both need the relaxation. Stella got there minutes later, and we merged into each others' arms, hugging and shaking from the emotions of the happening. In the tub, we lay close, and eventually made slow, gradual love together. We were safe again, in the protective walls of our home and castle.

[steelish]

I felt a bit humbled by the attention I received for my part in the skirmish. I hadn't thought I did very much and was looking forward to a quick chat with Mom. On the way out, one of the Don's men took Chuck's keys to test the car...an action for which I was eternally grateful. I would have done it myself had no-one stepped forward, but I must admit, the thought of it had my knees turning to jello.

Chuck drove us home and we chatted along the way. I mentioned to him about the possibility of some training for the Don's men. (Not enough to give away all Chuck's secret defensive tactics, but enough to provide more protection for the Don).

We arrived back at the establishment and I noticed Mom had quickly taken care of adding security due to the higher threat level. The added attendants had sharp eyes and were quick and efficient in their movements.

Chuck opened the door and we went inside only to be bombarded by the staff with questions and hugs. I was quite embarrassed to be lifted and carried through as if I were a returning hero. I certainly didn't feel heroic. As soon as I was put back down Mom came up and put her arms around me in a hug. I whispered to her my part in the escapade and she let me know that I had done exactly the right thing. I felt better after that. We quietly chatted for a few minutes while I gave her a verbal report of everything. She let me know she wanted a full written report and I assured her I would take care of it first thing in the morning. Nodding in approval, she left the room.

Chuck and I stayed with the staff for about an hour, and had to repeat the story several times as newcomers joined our group. The excitement of the outing was beginning to wear on me and exhaustion was setting in. I was grateful when Chuck begged off for us and left to go start a bath. I followed him up within moments and joined him. The emotions that had been put on hold from the events of the evening came crashing down around the two of us and we shook in each other's arms.

Chuck and I lay in the tub together, wrapped in a cocoon of safety, warmth and love. I don't know which one of us moved first, but after some time we were in each other's embrace, passionately and slowly making love.

[Chuckdom19]

At 4 the next morning I was awakened by my implant vibrating. Security alert!

Edging quietly out of bed, i moved to the desk and flipped on to security. Mom had her ducks liked up; we were being invaded from the park behind us. Two, now three bogies moving towards us. Rooftop guard had two of them on target, the third was picked up by our park motion detectors.

I watched as suddenly one of the two was taken out by the rooftop guard; he was using trank darts to maintain our image in the community. Lot security took out the second. The third moved well, using what little natural cover there was to get onto the back lot and move through the vehicles parked there. Rooftop couldn't get a clear shot, so Mom directed a door guard away to cover his approach. This was the smartest of the three, and he got as far as the back door before security finally tased him down.

They gathered the invaders and dragged them to the delivery door, when I saw just a whisper of movement on the front of the building, and was ready to hit the panic button when Mom did. Two more. Three. Five.

Pulling on pants, I was down to the main entry in seconds, in time to slap off a shot or two; I think one hit. More security was stirring out, and I saw a few of the lot defenses knock down invaders, while two of ours hit the ground. There was no more movement, and Mom called an all-clear.

One of my two down was in the hospital in a few minutes, one was in the morgue. The 8 invaders were all taken down; three in the morgue, one in the hospital... and four in the hands of the Don. His men got here just after the invasion attempt was over, too late to save my security person's life.

I was crushed. Jeri had not just been security, she was part of my family. I had to ponder whether it was time to take the offensive; but was my information network good enough?

[steelish]

I was jolted awake by the sound of alarms, but by the time I threw on a robe and ran down to the main entry the invasion attempt was over. I was devastated to discover that Jeri had been killed.

Mom quickly pulled me to the side and had me do a quick rundown of the previous night's events. She asked quite a few questions about the tactics that Diego's men had employed and I answered to the best of my ability. She looked quite thoughtful and told me she felt that Chuck needed to get aggressive and go after Diego. She said that she wanted to get her hands on the Don's captors to interrogate them.

I nodded and left her alone so she could approach Chuck with her plan of action. My job at this point was to gather Jeri's belongings and make arrangements for Chuck to pay a personal visit to her family.

[Chuckdom19]

I helped lift Jeri into the meat wagon from the morgue, and wiped away some emotions which were dripping down my face. Mom came out to join us; she touched Jeri and whispered a few words into her ear. She took my hand and we stood silent with other security people for a minute.

As we walked back to the building together, Mom wasted no time making her views clear about our next step.

"Chuck, we need to coordinate an attack on Diego's base. I've got my informers out there; we know just where he is hiding. We tracked him through his medical needs because of his injury."

"Agreed." I was reluctant to do this, but our pre-raid research had to be thorough. "I want in on every detail of what you are going to do, hear me? Every fucking detail. We have lost a family member... I don't want any others lost, no matter how we manage it. I'll call in a few favors, and get the Don to cough up some troops for cannon fodder. Lets make the plan MOVE, Mom. If you need help, grab whatever resources you need, and I am on call 24/7."

Getting inside, I found Stella waiting for me. She filled me in on the details of meeting with Jeri's family. My efficient lady had already contacted her relatives, and I'd be leaving in half an hour.

[steelish]

The visit to Jeri's family was quite heartbreaking. Chuck was very tactfull dealing with their questions and tears. By the time we left, they were all thanking Chuck for turning around Jeri's life. (She had at one time, been in and out of prison due to her temper and a couple of knife fights. Chuck had given her a second chance and Mom had taught her how to channel her energies into her career in security) Chuck surprised Jeri's family by informing them he was starting a scholarship program in her honor. There were tears and hugs all around as Chuck and I left their home.

The drive back was spent in contemplative silence. Each of us remembering our own time with Jeri. Mine was brief but I still loved her nonetheless. Chuck had many memories bouncing around in his head and I felt for him.

Upon arrival back at the club, Chuck hurried off to talk to Mom and I went in search of Grace and Tom to help them re-schedule all the group events for at least a month out.

[Chuckdom19]

My time with Mom was profitable. She had basic plans laid out for the direct attack on Diego's home & headquarters, and had calls set up for me to the Mayor, the police chief, and the Don. A short call to both the city officials got my approval for the activities I was planning, then I needed to make the last call.

The communication with the Don took some time; he wanted to review the attack and what we had done... which I edited a bit to assure the privacy of my defenses. One never knew who might be listening on an extension. Once past that, I gave him a rough outline about the attacks, without discussing where or when, as well as how many troops I would need. We set a messenger and locale for sensitive details, and finished the call with the Don expressing sympathy for Jeri's loss. I suggested he might consider making a donation to the scholarship fund, and told him how to do that.

In a blue mood, I told the staff that we would be closed today (except for regulars upstairs, of course). I also set up a memorial service this afternoon in the hall, having invited Jeri's family at that time. I called Grace at home to let her know what had happened and about the change of the day's events.

Back in my suite I laid down on the couch, reflecting on when I first met Jeri. She was on the streets, having just been released from prison, and looking for a trick. I picked her up and we wound up in a coffee shop. Later that night, we were in a motel room and sharing company as I had gotten her to acknowledge I would have been her first trick. The next morning we went back to B.A.I. and I got her started training with Mom. We'd been occasional lovers since, until she started to go with her now-husband.

They were deeply in love, and the much-changed Jeri got married in our hall, with all our 'family' around us. She had been married only four months, and was expecting her first child; now she and her baby were gone. I put together some notes for the eulogy this afternoon.

Stella came in, walking directly into my arms. I felt mixed emotions, and held her close to me. Eventually we somehow got to the bed, and made wildly rough love to each other.

A couple hours later, our Family had our crying-together in the hall, and I announced the scholarship, and the Don's contribution to it. Afterwards, I announced a free day, and that all equipment would be available for playing. In minutes I had Stella stripped down and into a vertical rack. She was adorned with nipple and labial clips, while I beat her carefully with a suede flogger, handing the implement to anyone who asked for a turn. Her skin was pink from shoulder to knee before too long, and I watched with a smile as she climaxed from the pain/pleasure she was feeling. Most were smiling by this time; this time had proven positive in getting rid of the blues all were experiencing.

[steelish]

I knew Chuck had returned from his meeting with Mom. I heard him walk by my suite on the way to his. I gave him some time alone...knowing how close he and Jeri had been. After some time had passed I wondered; Should I go and offer him comfort? Should I leave him be? I was torn. In the end, I walked down the hall to his suite and saw him laying on the couch in the living room. The moment he opened his arms to me I knew he welcomed my warmth. We hugged each other, murmuring comforting words and without realizing it, had soon made our way across the suite and into Chuck's large bed.

Our lovemaking was rough and wild, as if we were reassuring each other that we still lived and breathed.

Later we joined everyone for Jeri's memorial. The scholarship announcement was met with smiling enthusiasm and comments on how Jeri would love having that in her honor.

After the memorial, Chuck announced a free day and led me to the basement playroom. Before long, I was stripped and bound to the vertical rack. I moaned with pleasure as he applied clamps to my nipple and labia. I was breathless when I saw the sueded flogger in his hand. He slowly and methodically warmed my skin from my shoulders to my knees. Occasionally, another person took the flogger and had a turn reddening my skin. One person concentrated on my pussy...and I threw my head back and cried out as I orgasmed, my muscles twitching involuntarily.

[Chuckdom19]

While several others took turns at Stella, I chatted around the room, listening and sharing memories and such. It was hard to begin with, but the more I shared, it seemed to get easier on me. I thought of one of my favorite authors, Spider Robinson, and one of his frequently used lines; "Joy shared is joy multiplied, sorrow shared is sorrow divided." We all took a tiny share of the others' sadness, and thus were better able to carry the load.

The room started to empty; people going home or heading upstairs. The Doctor was undoing Stella's bonds as I approached, and told me she was going to take Stella up to the second-floor dungeon to play a bit. I kissed them both, whispered a promise for later with Stella, and joined some of the folks still here.

Fellow security workers were still present, as was Jeri's husband; all were doing their best to make a dent in a quart of Irish whisky. I noted that a couple weren't drinking; I figured they must be on duty soon.

Mom had her earpiece in and a small computer sitting on the table; even here, she had her finger on the pulse of the job. We all chatted for a couple hours, finishing most of the whisky and sharing much laughter. Feeling better now, I tasked Mom with turning the defense load over to her assistant and getting some sleep. Tomorrow we would finalize our attack plans... and open for normal business.

I walked past the monitor office on the way to my suite, and glanced in at the room security cameras. Only two rooms were lit; I saw the Anglican bishop having his usual appointment with Trent, and the Doctor in with Stella.

Watching that one for a few minutes, I smiled; Jan was stressing Stella close to her limits. We would be having our time together later, so I noted what to avoid. And plotted how I would be stressing her myself.

[steelish]

By the time Doc Jan started to undo my bonds, I was more than ready for something different. Chuck came over and Jan let him know that we were going up to the second floor dungeon for a bit of one-on-one. I blushed as he kissed me and whispered in my ear, promising me that tonight was going to be "special". I watched as he kissed Jan and then the two of us left for the upper dungeon.

Jan led me into the room and bound me to the butterfly chair. My arms were outstretched, my legs spread and bound. I was completely available for anything. Jan placed a blindfold over my eyes and I heard her footsteps wander away. Soft clinking and clunking sounds could be heard and then I could detect the sound of a cart being wheeled over.

I hissed when the first clip was applied to my left breast. Jan proceeded to apply a line of seven clips across my left breast and then began on my right one. She applied seven across that one and then "played" her fingers (or something) across the clips, making them bounce and jiggle. I moaned and squirmed as best I could in my bound position. All was quiet for a second, then I felt the lashes of a soft flogger brush gently against my pussy. I gasped and tried to curl my hips forward to feel more of the gentle caress. Jan's soft laughter filled my ears.

Suddenly, the lashes of the flogger struck my pussy, making me cry out in surprise. Jan proceeded to lash my pussy and the insides of my thighs until my skin felt warm and I was beginning to cry out with each strike. She quickly changed tactics and began to lash my arms and occasionally the strikes fell across my stomach. I could feel my hair moving in the breeze created by the swinging lashes, alternating between cooling my skin and warming it. Sometimes she would pull the strike short, and I would feel the swish as the lashes completely missed me, only to strike me the second or third time she swung the flogger. Sometimes she would allow the flogger to thud, sometimes just the tips would strike. The difference in the feeling of the strikes kept me on my toes.

She slowly worked over the entire front of my body, carefully avoiding my breasts. She spoke soothingly to me the entire time; telling me how beautiful I looked with my skin all pink for her. She stopped flogging me and I could hear her moving items on the cart. There were sounds of something happening directly in front of me and then silence. Without warning, I felt a firm tap on one of the pins on my left breast. I grunted in alarm. Jan told me she was going to systematically knock each pin off my breasts, but that she was going to make sure I enjoyed it. My breathing became labored in dreaded anticipation of what she was about to do.

I felt the pin bounce as she tap-tap-tapped it. I began to tense up and Jan spoke to me soothingly. Something touched firmly against my clit and then I heard a click. Immediately following the click was vibrations against my clit. I groaned loudly and as I did this, Jan struck the clip hard and it popped off. The pain of it melded with the pleasure of the vibrator and I felt the first inklings of an orgasm begin to build. Jan did as she promised and systematically worked through all the pins on my left breast and moved to my right breast. She would occasionally stop and pull the vibrator away or simply turn it off, prolonging my climb to orgasmic bliss. As she worked her way through the last of the pins, she turned the vibrator on high and pressed it firmly as the last clip popped off, sending me over the edge. I screamed loudly as my orgasm peaked. The wooden butterfly chair creaked as I strained, all my muscles tightening in waves of pleasurable release.

Jan removed me from the chair and led me - still blindfolded - over to the side and pressed me into a kneeling position. I knelt quietly and after a moment, felt Jan's hand on the back of my head guiding my face gently into her musky folds. I smiled and began to work at returning the favor - wanting to give her just as much pleasure as she had given me.

[Chuckdom19]

It took me hours to work on getting the staff ready for opening today. New security details were being worked on, the Don pestered me with details over how much protection he was going to provide and how I wanted them assigned, physical details of relocating some and adding more cameras consumed time of staff people, and dozens of other things. Chef was working his ass off getting ready for who knows what tonight.

Supper rush time found ME manning the front door, welcoming guests and supervising the (visible) members of the security forces. The Don's men were woefully undertrained; I once again thanked the great spirit above for Mom and her assistant. It was simply amazing that he had made it through that attack this time; next time he might not be so fortunate. Especially if Stella wasn't around!

My thoughts wandered as I watched the flow of guests arrive; plenty of old familiar faces, several of which offered me condolences on the loss of a family member. I was a bit surprised that word had gotten out, but warmly thankful for their concerns. We had three separate incidents during the night; two new customers who turned out to be armed piqued my interest because they were alone and their eyes were NOT on the women and men of the staff but rather were looking at controls, light switches, and closed doors.

The third was something else again. She was a beauty, a haughty, strong woman with dark hair and green eyes. Her figure was not exceptional. She was not overly tall, nor was she exceptional in her figure or such. It was the attitude she carried; a superiority which was powerfully alluring. She offered her cloak to the check-slave and sat down in the bar, ordering something I'd never heard of; she had to explain the ingredients to the bartender. By this time things were winding down, so I turned door duties back to Lance and sat down next to her.

Turning to her after ordering, i welcomed her to my place. She smiled at me warmly, surprising me yet again. I would have sworn there was not a warm bone in her aloof carriage.

"I'm Stephanie. I'm here as a messenger from the man with one foot." She stared deeply into my eyes. "Diego is smart, but knows now that you are smart too. I came with orders to offer you peace, on certain conditions."

Interested at once, I invited her to elaborate.

"Diego says he has three conditions for peace. First, you must give up your friendship with the Don, as he is an old man and weak, losing his effectiveness. Second, you must agree that you are now even-up in score; his foot for your guard. And third..." she paused, locking her gaze on mine, "that I am the token of your acceptance of his offer. Diego says I will stay here, to be employed or used in any capacity, as a symbol of his good will to you. You see, I am Diego's daughter."

"And how will you signal Diego of my agreement? Will you leave to tell him in person?" I knew should I be so stupid, I would never see her again. Diego had a certain reputation, after all.

"I have a number to call, then another. There need to be the requisite number of rings on each line before I disconnect without talking; Diego knows you have to be suspicious of spies."

Replying, "Do you know what it is that we do here? The kind of business I run? The attitudes of my staff? Our allegiances?"

She rather offhandedly answered, "I'm aware. I've had some men, and some training, but I am a Mistress, not a Slave. You'll have no troubles form me."

Sitting and thinking a bit, knowing my plans, I finally responded. "Give me a number where I might reach you personally. You'll have my answer tomorrow afternoon, before dinnertime. I'm going to need to consider this."

I told the bartender that her drink was on the house, picked up mine and went upstairs. Some plans to plan, some thinking to do... and a long, wonderful night with Stella to experience first.

[steelish]

I had been soaking in the tub in my own suite for a bit when Chuck walked in. I smiled up at him and gestured to the bubbles and waggled my eyebrows suggestively at him. He seemed like he could use some relaxation.

The look on his face was thoughtful and contemplative. I wondered what had happened, but did not pester him with questions, assuming he would tell me if he felt like it.

[Chuckdom19]

Joining Stella in the tub really helped take off the nerves from the day's activities. She came close and kissed me hard, then began massaging me, keeping silent. That helped relax me somewhat, and opened the torrent of words I had bottled up inside, sharing the information about Stephanie and Diego. I mentioned her looks, the agreements I would be required to make, and the lack of enthusiasm I had over becoming a traitor to my friend the Don.

We soaked a bit, and discussed things. Eventually we dried each other and walked into the playroom. I had some special things planned for tonight, but would have to get Stella bound first.

Seating her in the bondage chair, I fastened a wide belly-strap around her waist and another just under her breasts. Her wrists were fastened to the arms, and her ankles to the front legs of the chair, which spread her widely. I bound her hair into a knot on top of her head, just to keep it out of the way.

I had looked at her skin carefully while we were still in the hot tub, to see if the day's play from staff and the Doctor had done any damage. Other than a few cane bruises, she was fine. Some playful activity had shown me her pussy and rectum were also undamaged... a very good thing, considering tonight's upcoming activities.

"Tonight, Stella, you are going to get some pleasure, some pain, and some testing of your strength and courage. Part of what will happen will depend on your trust of me. To start with, I'm going to give you some moderate stimulation with my kangaroo-hide flogger." I wound up and started high on her back, having dropped the hinged part of the chair backing. I worked her hard, eliciting some moans, some yelps.

We moved to another device, a simple ankle and wrist stock, leaving Stella bent in half. Her bottom and back were pinkish from the flogger and the Doctor's treatment earlier, so they were delightfully sensitive.

I had sent out for some fresh plants to help me along tonight. A friend grows these in sunny Florida and ships them nationwide. Fresh nettles give such wonderful results.

I put on protective gloves and a leather apron which went neck-to-knees, and began on Stella. First some gentle rubs, here and there, then more and more, tucking the used branches between her boobs or high up inside her legs. I was very cautious not to do much to each spot more than once or twice, as I had no desire for damage. She was screaming nicely.

When I had run out of nettles, I refastened her with her bent backwards over a barrel. This rested her back a bit, and stretched her nicely for a little single-tail work. Twenty strokes here, there and everywhere, and she was moaning hard... and cumming, regularly, from writhing on the burning itches across her back and bottom. The reason I remounted her was now obvious to her. She could scratch.

That was enough for her in one day. I took her out of the playroom after a warm soapy shower, and we cuddled up in bed for a long, powerful love-making session. It took some hours for both of us to work out the emotions of the day... and we collapsed into a deep, hard sleep.

Diego would wait another day.

[steelish]

I stayed silent as Chuck joined me in the tub. He sighed with relief as he lowered himself into the hot water. I went to his side of the tub and kissed him, then started to loosen his knotted muscles with a slow massage.

I was shocked when he relayed what had happened with Diego's proposition brought to him via Stephanie. I had many misgivings, and began to voice them.

"What if Diego went to the Don as well with a plan to get rid of you?
"Stephanie claims to be a mistress, but I cannot imagine you allowing her to domme without ensuring the safety of your submissive patrons"
"What's to keep Stephanie from leaving once she is an established presence? It's not as if she will be chained up, or locked up in any way."
And last but not least:
"She is Diego's daughter. How can you be sure that they are not planning to use her to infiltrate you and learn the security measures?"
"Have you discussed this with Mom?"

To each of my misgivings, Chuck listened and spoke quietly. He planned to speak with Mom about it in the morning so we began to play a bit and lighten the mood. Chuck's fingers gently probed my most secret places while I squirmed and moaned.

With a smile, he pulled me to my feet and we dried each other off. He took me to his playroom in his suite and placed me in a bondage chair. After strapping me in a vulnerable position, Chuck spoke;

"Tonight, Stella, you are going to get some pleasure, some pain, and some testing of your strength and courage. Part of what will happen will depend on your trust of me. To start with, I'm going to give you some moderate stimulation with my kangaroo-hide flogger."

To my surprise, he worked a couple of locks on the chair and the back dropped down! I felt the flogger begin to strike me and moaned loudly. Some of the strikes were harder than others, and I cried out.

My back felt very warm (hot actually) when Chuck removed me from the chair. He led me over to an ankle and wrist stock and had me stand, bent in half, while he fastened me in place. My heart was pounding, wondering what he was planning to do. I watched as he placed gloves on and a long leather apron. I was hoping it wasn't any more of those water creatures.

He opened up a large leather satchel that was sitting on a nearby table and walked to me holding fistfuls of some kind of plant. He brushed them against me and I felt an itching burn spring up wherever he brushed them. When he brushed them lightly against me, the feeling was similar to what I was going through during my treadmill experience.

He began to press them firmly against me. He tucked them under my breasts, between my legs. He pressed them against my ass, my back. The itch became painful and I began to cry out louder and louder. I tugged at my arms in an effort to bring my hands up to scratch at myself. I knew I was bound, but the action was almost involuntary. As Chuck pressed the plant against my stomach, to my surprise, I began to scream.

He continued until he had emptied the satchel of plants. My body was on fire and I wanted to lay on some carpeting and writhe around to appease my skin's desire for a good scratch. I was gasping between screams and moans and Chuck walked over and released me. My arms and legs were shaking as he led me over to a barrel and laid me back on it. The bare wood felt wonderful to my itching back and I groaned as Chuck tied me in place.

I was now spread-eagled in an arch over the barrel and welcomed with relief the whip that Chuck used on me. Although each lash felt like fire, it also felt like a long scratch on my skin. It soothed and stung at the same time. As he struck me, I jumped, causing my back to rub the barrel. I began to writhe on it, pulling with arms and legs, scratching my back on the barrel, feeling the single-tail scratch my front at the same time.

I was in hell, I was in heaven. I began to cum from the stimulation. Once I started having orgasms I couldn't stop. I lost track of how many I had and how long Chuck whipped me. I existed in suspended animation, floating in a fog of sensation.

I "came to" when Chuck started washing me in the shower. The water was lukewarm and soothing. I threw my arms around him and kissed him deeply, wanting to make love to him. He took me to bed and we did just that...made love for several hours until exhaustion won over and we fell into a deep, soothing sleep.

[Chuckdom19]

Morning came about three hours too early for me; after our marathon of events yesterday, I was in no mood for a 'short night'. Sometimes the day decides for us, though.

Somehow I fought the fog of sleep to get to my small larder in the corner; I got the tea water brewing and reached into the cubby for some of the delicious morning rolls the Chef turned out for us. Some fresh clover butter from America's Dairyland, a cup of breakfast tea, and I was ready to attack the world once again.

Stella woke to the smell of the tea and a kiss on her lips. I set the little table for us while she visited the bath and freshened up. We sat down and chatted more about the attack on Diego's home.

"I've gotten the plan to Diego's home from the Don; he has such for every one of his people. It will be hard to attack safely for our people, unless we have some additional help from somewhere. I sent an email to a friend in the military, and he's going to contact me today to see what they might do to help. Meanwhile, you, Mom, and I need to have a discussion about how we will accomplish this. Dress for some rough and tumble, Stella; "General" Mom will help us accomplish what we need to do."

I picked up the dishes and went to dress myself, just the bare minimum because all my hardware waited in the armory in the basement. If Diego thought he was so tough, wait until he got a peek at some of my weaponry! That TV show "FutureWeapons" has nothing that isn't in my weapons collection.

[steelish]

After breakfast with Chuck I went down the hall to my suite and dressed as directed; loose black BVD pants and a black tank top. I knew I had more to wear down in the armory and did not want thick layers under the kevlar vest Mom would provide me.

Once dressed I went downstairs to meet with Chuck and Mom. Chuck was not yet there when I arrived, but Mom was and I helped her lay out equipment for the other staff members who would be part of the mission. She also had me help her finish assembling some of the weapons she had been cleaning. Within a few minutes of assembling the weapons, Chuck showed up and he and Mom went over the inventory of arsenal and protective gear while I went to the ammo room to get some ammunition for the planned arsenal. Even after having seen all the weapons several times, and had been in this room a couple of times before, I still marveled at the advanced gear that Chuck had accumulated. I placed all the ammo on a large cart I had wheeled into the room, and after locking the door behind me, pushed the cart back into the armory and over to the table where Mom and Chuck were now waiting for me to join them.

Between the three of us on the table was the floor plan of Diego's home. The floor plan contained not only the footprint and layout of rooms and doorways, but also the landscaping and security camera locations. I saw immediately why Chuck was concerned. The approach to the home was open, while the occupants of the home would have perfectly positioned plants for cover close to the structure.

"Is there anything in the arsenal here that would cause interference on the security camera system without compromising any of our team members?" I asked. "If so, we could send out intermittent pulses for a minute, then take out the system all together. The intermittent problems they would experience would lead them to believe that they are starting to have issues with their circuitry so they won't panic much when their system goes down."

Mom winked at me and launched into an explanation of the guard's schedules. Evidently, she had sent out some team members to conduct surveillance on Diego's home.

[Nikita]

Our dear friend Chuck has had a massive stroke. He is in a coma in ICU. His wife, Lady D, contacted me by phone to give me the news. Since she is not computer literate, she asked me to relay the information.

One of the last things he said before he lapsed into a coma that he wants his online friends to know why he has been missing.

She gave me her phone number if anyone wants to inquire about him or comfort her in any way. You can send me a private message and I will give you the information.