Day and Knight Volume III

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME III

Chapter # 1

A LOOK BACK and A LOOK FORWARD…

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

Patti was the sex slave of Roger Clairet and his wife, Laurel. They owned the review company. Susan was the sex slave of Brenda Fuller who owned a restaurant in Manhattan. Brenda also had another slave, Jane, who was really a pain slut of the first order.

When Patti and Susan first met they had no idea they shared the same erotic submissive proclivities. Once their shared ‘secret’ was out, quite unintentionally, they became fast friends on an entirely different level from their professional partnership.

For reasons unknown to the writer, Chapters 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and 8 of Volume II, were delayed in the publication process from April 11 to May 6 by the bdsm Library. Before continuation with any chapter in Volume III, it is suggested that the reader return to the recent, and concluding chapters, of Volume II.

In this second volume, Patti progressed in her training as a sex slave and was an eager participant in her own physical torment. In addition, Roger ordered her to endure and erotic display of her sexual submission in front of an appreciative, live, audience. And Patti was introduced to Todd Bell, a friend of Roger’s, who took more than just a passing fancy to Patti.

In this, the next part of the story, Volume III, Todd gets to see Patti in a very particular way. And Jill St. James, a nifty customer her own right, enters the picture. This third volume also details a savage contest between Susan and Jane, Brenda’s sexual playmates.

We pick up the story again as the hand picked audience files out of the seating section of ‘Roget’s Musical Review’, a theater of sorts, in mid- town Manhattan …

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Now for “Day and Knight Volume III”, Chapter # 1

Patti had performed well. She was proud of herself. Everything her master, Roger, had asked of her she had given him. She had suffered his pain and humiliation. She knew he cared for her deeply and because of his affection she was happy to serve him as his slave.

Todd had backed off of the stage leaving Patti alone to greet her friends. Susan moved away as well. The silk robe Patti wore could not hide the graceful curves of her body and each man, and some of the women, made a point of touching her erotically as they kissed her goodbye.

The glowing faces of her guests spoke of the volume’s their mouths were unable to express. Everyone had been moved and would not soon forget Patti’s solo performance at ‘Roget’s Musical Review’ that Monday evening.

The dressing room was quiet and the club hushed. Brenda had seen in Laurel’s eyes her unfulfilled sexual needs. She ordered Susan to take her home and offer her any relief she desirable.

After everyone had gone, Roger, turned Patti to him and spoke. “I have a profound sense that Todd is in love with you, Patti. I could see it in the way he handled you on stage tonight. He fucked you with sensitivity born of deep affection. And, I can see it in the way he talks about you and to you. You must feel that emotion in him too, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master, I do feel that he has a special fondness for me. But, I’m confused about how to handle him. What should I do, Sir?”

“He will make your life complete and I’m sure he would care for you as we have.”

“Todd does light a fire in me, Sir. I have been faithful to you and will be your slave until you turn me out. Kiss me, please Master,” she said with tears in her eyes.

Roger held her close crushing her tits to his body. She wanted him to exert all of his superior power over her and to dominate her. His tongue darted through her moist mouth, over her teeth and down her throat. They were spent physically but were content to stroke each other and talk breezily about their time together. And what a night it had been.

Both wondered aloud if anything like her bizarre performance had ever occurred before. With a self conscious laugh, they concluded that it had and would no doubt happen again. They lapsed into their own private thoughts of the future as he took her home to her apartment.

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Roger received an unusual telephone call in his office at the club and was expecting the woman who had made an appointment to see him. She introduced herself as Jill St. James.

Jill said she had gotten his name from a copy of a credit card used by a young woman to whom she had sold an expensive, engraved, bracelet. She worked with her mother who owned the store and couldn’t get the picture of the young lady to whom she sold the bracelet out of her mind. Specifically, her curiosity had been raised by the inscription on the bracelet.

Jill St. James was tall and lanky. Her clothes were ill matching and unflattering. She had naturally thick and wavy, blond, hair. Under it all, he thought she might be quite attractive. She appeared ill at ease.

“What I want to talk about is that gold bracelet you paid for some six or eight months ago,” she began. “I had no way to find the girl and she never came back to the store. I waited on her personally, my Mom never saw what I had inscribed on the plate. But, I remember it distinctly to this day. I was so fascinated, that I had to come to satisfy my curiosity.”

“What got you curious, Jill?” Roger asked her.

“You must know, Mr. Clairet, the inscription said, “Sex Slave Patti” and we don’t get many requests like that.”

“What do you want to know, Jill?”

“I don’t want to put too sharp of a point on it, Sir, but, what does that inscription mean, Mr. Clairet?”

“Well, before I answer you, Jill, I’ll need to know more about you. Tell me about yourself!”

“I grew up in Southern California, but moved to New York with my Mother after my Father died. He had a jewelry store there and my Mother helped him. I was only just out of high school when he died. Mom didn’t want to stay in town because it had too many bad memories for her and, she decided to get me away from some of the kids I was hanging out with. I think she also wanted to be near her brother who lives on the Upper West Side. Also, there were jewelry wholesalers her who she knew and she figured she could do well for herself.

“My Father was a big country, type guy, Nebraska, I think. But he loved his adopted state. When I was a little kid, he wasn’t adverse to spanking me for acting up. When I was older thought, he would only yell at me even when I made him real mad.

“Some of the boys I ran with liked the way I dressed and that made Dad mad too. The older guys like to see me in cut off jeans and would tell me I was a cock tease. Frankly, I did get a kinky thrill whenever they called me that and one guy spanked my ass when he felt I had crossed the line with him. These days, when I read about women who get tied up and spanked, I get real horny if you know what I mean, Mr. Clairet.

“When I saw that girl come in and get that plate engraved I wanted to know more about her and to be like her. She looked great. She looked loved. She looked contented. That’s what I want too.”

“Jill, how old are you now?” asked Roger.

“Next month, I’ll be twenty one, Mr. Clairet. Check my drivers license to prove it.”

“Well, Jill, you call me next month.” Roger said. “If you’re still interested in going further with this conversation, I’ll see that you get answers to your questions.

“But, promise me this, don’t go around the streets of this city, or any other city, trying to satisfy your itch on this. You can get plenty messed up if you do.

“So far, you still look like a decent kid. Keep a check on your hormones and stay away from people who want to use you for their own pleasure even if they offer you good money. Stay away from activities that will lead to disgrace or disease. You know what I’m telling you? Keep your clothes on!”

“Yes, Mr. Clairet, you want me to be twenty-one before you talk to me again. You don’t want any problems with young girls and you probably want to check out my story.”

“Well, Jill, that’s not all of my concern for you. My main interest is in making sure you’ve thought over the reason you’ve come to see me and to make sure you know what you want,” Roger said. “Does your mother know what your interests are? Does she know what you are up to on this?”

“I don’t think so and I’d just as soon keep it that way for awhile. You know how protective mothers can be!”

“Do you have a boyfriend, Jill?”

“No, Sir, not now. I did until a few months ago, but the longer we went together, the more I felt he was too immature for me. It would have never worked out.

“Look, I’ll be back in touch with you by phone real soon. You look like a decent guy. Please give some thought on how you can help me understand my own feeling about spankings and tight cloths. I don’t want any of that Freud stuff. I’ll call ya, and make no mistake about that!”

“Pretty interesting conversation!” Roger thought to himself as Jill left his office. “I wonder what she’s hiding under all those bulky sweaters? With some makeup and nice clothes she could really be attractive.”

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Patti got a few thank you notes after her performance. Most were along the lines of “You were terrific. I wish I could do the same as you.” Other notes were accompanied by a gift of appreciation.

Mr. Farr sent her a gift certificate for any shoe or boot he sold in his shop. Brenda sent her a set of gold rings should she want to have her nipples pierced. Jack and Joan sent her a pair of black leather, over the elbow, gloves.

Tony’s note went to Roger. He said he had been as excited sexually at the performance as he had ever been before. He wanted Roger to visit the restaurant again as his guest. He had been promoted to head waiter and would see to it that Roger got a good table and that he would buy him the best champagne in the house the next time he made a reservation.

Todd finally got Patti to see him again after a week of trying. She had a few welts that needed to heal and she had a tough time finding excuses to keep him at bay. He bought her a lovely necklace which fit snugly around her stately neck. She was thrilled with the jewelry and he was overcome with her beauty. She spoke easily and with confidence about anything that interested Todd. She listened to him thoughtfully and attentively.

After this last evening with Patti, Todd decided that he needed to have a man-to-man talk with Roger, his best friend. He needed to talk about his feeling for her. Roger invited him to an in-house dinner at the club; just the two of them.

Todd confessed that he was in love again. He wanted to propose marriage to Patti. She was a new and exciting part of his life. He felt alive when she was with him and he had a terrible sense of loneliness when they were apart. But, he had sensed a distraction in her, even from the very start. He could tell she had affection for him but there was something about her that he hadn’t quite cracked. Did Roger know anything about her that would help him understand her?

“I’m sure that any reservation Patti may be having is my fault, my friend. Patti knows that she is bound to be my slave for one more year at least. She thinks that she needs to show us the loyalty we have shown her until we decided to let her go. That’s my feeling about her these days, Todd.

“But, I believe now is the right time for you both. Give me your cooperation and not your advise, Todd.” He was back in control. “If you still feel the way you do right now by the end of the week let me know. In the meantime, just make sure your cock doesn’t rule your head; stay away from Patti until you get back with me,” he said honestly.

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