|
DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME II
Chapter # 2
b
y Lewis ChappelleRoger bore his stiff and highly sensitive cock deeply into his wife’s well lubricated cunt. They watched the splayed image of his slave, Patti, bound tightly before them, her face twisted by unfulfilled sexual tension. This was not the first time they had tormented her by requiring her to watch them make wild, and highly arousing ,sex.
Roger let go and his cum spurted under great pressure into his wife. She could feel it enter her, warm and thick. And to him, it felt hot all the way to the end of his prick. He was giving himself the final pleasures of his climax by tightening his ass muscles and thrusting downward into Laurel. He turned toward Patti and said, “Slave, you now have my permission to climax now, it you can manage it,” which he knew she couldn’t because of her restraining bondage.
His power to dominate her is what made him so attracted to Patti. His wife came first of course, literally and figuratively. And, Patti, for her part, realized she needed him to dominate and master her completely. She could feel his affection and tenderness toward her even during times like this one where he was teasing and tormenting her body mercilessly. She was, in the end, satisfied to be pleasing him and grateful for the chance to do so.
Roger had given her an order to fix up her own apartment in such a way so he could discipline and train her there. It was getting toward the time when his friend Todd would be returning to his mansion full time and they would have to stop use his secret dungeon.
Roger had not put a time limit on her getting the job completed but she knew there was some urgency. And Roger had not put an constraints on her as to the equipment or fixtures she should include in the job. Again, this task would be another instance where she would be responsible for constructing the devices which he would use for her own torment and torture. What an charming idea. Every time she thought about it in those terms, she would get instantly wet and horny.
He did however, provide the talent and the money for the project. Roger knew the workers from his own bondage projects and he knew they had helped his friend Todd with his extensive plans. They were clever woodworkers and designers, but more importantly they were discreet and could be trusted.
Patti had already purchased many of the fixtures she wanted incorporated into the plan and had laid the items out on her living room floor. It would have been difficult to disguise what they were all intended for. She dreaded the moment when the two men would actually arrived at her apartment. What was she going to say? What did they already know about her?
She decided on the direct approach. She liked how the men presented themselves. They were clean even under their fingernails. They looked trustworthy. And, they knew Roger which was, in itself, comforting.
When they were in her living room, she said, “Guys, you are here to do the woodwork and remodeling I need done. Mr. Clairet said you were both dependable, discrete, and would keep your hands to yourself. I’m sure you are curious about what is going on here so I’ll tell you. I am Mr. Clairet’s sex slave. He wants my apartment decorated and arranged so we can enjoy each other the way we enjoy each other. It’s no more complicated that that. Here are my sketches and you’ll find some of the items you’ll need to complete the job over there. Are you ready to get to work?”
There it was. She had said it herself and she let her embarrassment take a back seat to the requirement of satisfying her Master’s demands.
“Yes, Miss. We’ve done some work like you need before and we don’t have anything on our schedules for several weeks,” Mike said. “For what Roger is paying us, we’ll do a first class job for you.”
They looked Patti up and down and she could see the swell in the crotch of their jeans from the get go.
The work began and would take several weeks to complete. Mike and Paul were really into the sprit of the project and often discussed what it would be like to watch Patti in these rooms when the job was finished. They were just a bit more than normally curious about what she and Roger really would do. Finally, when Roger came by to inspect the work being done, they approached him directly.
“Boss,” Paul stammered. “we know we can’t get friendly with your girl but, she sure has raised our curiosity and our cocks on more than one occasion since we’ve been on the job.
“She’s some dish that girl. Would you mind if we asked her some questions about her life and gave her some ideas of our own as to how things might go best with the stuff she wants installed in her place?”
“Sure,” Roger said. “I think Patti would be well advised to take your advice and could even be flattered to know that you find her interesting.”
Flushed with this positive response, Mike said, “Boss, one more thing. We’ve been around your girl for some time now and tried to imagine what she looks like in some of the gear she has here. Can we get some pictures of her? I know I’m going out on a limb with you asking for that, but you could be here while we take our shots if you think it’s necessary.”
Roger thought for a minute. “Ya, I think I can arrange that. I’ll talk to Patti about posing when the job is done to our satisfaction. I’ll be here when you set it up. I’ll bring a Polaroid camera after you finish up for the week on Friday night. And, to protect her from blackmail or internet postings, I’ll see to it that she wears a mask.
“And, Remember this gentleman! Craftsman like you need thumbs. I swear, if you so much as muss a hair on her body, you’ll be lucky if all you’ll loose will be your thumbs. Got it?”
They guys had been properly threatened. But, they were going to get the chance of a life time to take their own porn shots.
“Oh, jeez,” Patti thought when she hear about the photo shoot idea. “It‘s not bad enough that I had to tell them that I was Roger’s sex slave, now I have to pose naked and will probably get trussed up when these dudes take their pictures. If it isn’t one thing, it’s another with Roger.”
She could feel her cunt juices flow at the prospect.
The job went well and the ideas Mike and Paul had were nicely incorporated into Patti’s original plans for the space. The guys did suggest one major addition.
It was their idea that they could build a heavily padded table about the width and length of Patti’s torso. When she laid on her back, her arms and legs could be spread and attached by ropes to hidden fasteners in the walls or floor. The table would have installed in it’s base a state-of-the-art pneumatic cylinder which could be raised and lowered. The higher the table top was raised, the tighter she would be stretched, splayed, and available.
Without saying so, the workmen fantasized about her being on the table with her legs and cunt wide open, ready for them to stand at just the right height, between her gorgeous legs, able to enter her at will.
Actually, Patti liked the idea of the table a lot and together with the bed and all the special lighting, music, mirrors, hooks, pulleys, ceiling wenches, tools, bondage frames and benches, their work would make a grade ’A’ sex slave discipline and training area.
Mike finally got the courage to ask, “Miss, when he ties you up, does he leave you alone much?”
There it was. Their first question. She knew that at some point they would not be able to contain themselves. And, she knew that if she answered just one question, more would follow and all would be embarrassing and awkward to answer.
She also knew Roger would want a report from the fellas about how she dealt with them so she decided to be honest and let the chips fall where thy may.
“Well, he could leave me, but I have confidence that he wouldn’t do anything that would put me in danger. I trust him. He’s responsible for my safety when I get tied up. He has to be ready to untie me if I start to choke or if there’s a fire or other emergency. ”
“Are you always available to him for sex?”
“That’s the general idea. He can have me for sex whenever he wants me.”
“Any type of sex? Does he do anal?”
“Gee, the guy sounds like Howard Stern,” she thought to herself. But, she answered him anyway. “Yes, any type of sex he wants.”
“Any time or place her wants?”
“Yes, any time or place he wants.”
Their erections were bulging in their pants as they considered the frustration they experienced with their own lovers… The old headache excuse, or the period, or just plain, too tired. But, sex with a woman built like Patti, any time, any place, and any way they wanted it, was almost too much to wrap their tired minds around. But, they continued.
“Does he whip you for being bad, Miss?”
“He whips me for any reason or for no reason at all. He whips me when he wants to.”
“Does he only whip your ass.”
“He whips me wherever he wants and as hard as he wants, boys. Now we have to stop this interrogation, so how about just one more question from each of you, OK? Take your best shot!”
“ Are you his alone or do you cheat on him when he ain’t around?” Mike asked.
“I’m his alone. Actually his and his wife’s. I have pledged to be their slave for two years. I want to make them happy, serve them, humble myself to them and submit to anything they want to do with me.”
“His wife too?”
“You had your last question, Mike. Your turn Paul!”
“Do they hurt you, Miss?”
“Their bondage and whippings do hurt, but they’er part of the ying and yang of who I am and what makes a slave a slave. I get excited and aroused by how they treat me. And the endorphin highs I get from their treatment of me allow me to experience deeper emotions and better sex than I would normally. I love them and I love to please them. So, it hurts and it doesn’t hurt; there is pain and there is happiness, if that makes sense,” she said, as she made it clear that the question period was over.
On the last day of the project, Roger came by to do a final walk through. He brought the camera as he said he would. And, he brought a brilliant Brazilian Mardi Gras Mask to hide her identity during the picture taking. The mask was rather large and was elegantly designed with purple, green, and gold spotted feathers. No one would recognize her face when she wore this mask.
Not eager to give the workers full range, he poised Patti in various outfits and in various bondage positions himself but he let them take the shots they wanted.
When all was just about wrapped up Mike said, “Thank you Miss for the great time we’ve had this afternoon. But, might we have a few shots of you just plain naked with each of us? And, it would be neat if we could see you tied to that table we designed for you, if you wouldn’t mind; with your mask on of course.”
They did not touch her and she somehow knew that Roger had put the fear of god in them but she gave them the poses that suggested that she was ready for anything if they were. They had their photo collection and a day they would never forget.
Patti had her slave salon and she was damned proud of it.
And, she knew Roger was proud of her. She could truly see it in his eyes as she glanced at him through the slits in her fashionable mask.
The End of “Day and Knight Volume II” Chapter # 2