"Barring All Injuries" a bondage bar

[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.