"Barring All Injuries" a bondage bar

[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.