Day and Knight Volume III

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME III

Chapter # 2

Jill St. James did in fact call Roger the day following her twenty-first birthday. Roger knew she would call.

She was still full of questions about her inner impulses and Roger concluded that she was still on a mission of self discovery. He let her talk in the anonymous atmosphere of a telephone conversation and eventually Jill seemed to find her own answers to most of her questions. When there were none to find, Roger would reassure her by saying that some things shouldn’t be analyzed too deeply.

“When you strip away the petals of a rose to study what makes it beautiful, it no longer is beautiful. Perhaps it’s better to just live with what you see,” he told her.

At length he inquired; “Are you staying out of trouble?”

“Yes, I’m staying out of trouble. I heard you last time. But, I’m not a patient girl,” she said.

“I’m telling you, for your own good to be patient. And, drop the attitude, Jill, or I can’t help you. I’ll call you when I’ve gotten things organized. Clear?”

“I guess, it will have to be your way, Sir. I’ll wait for you to call back.”

Since Jill had expressed interest in Patti’s personal life, Roger felt it only right to fill Patti in on Jill’s calls to him and how she found him in the first place. He also related the nature of Jill’s self-doubts.

“I think it would be useful if you went back to the St. James Jewelry Store and make personal contact with Jill,” he told her. “She will be surprised, and perhaps even apprehensive, when she sees you but don’t let that bother you.

“Wear clothing that draws attention to your legs and ass; something really tight fitting when you go. Make sure she sees the ankle bracelet. I think Jill is shy in the clothing department, and I want her to know that submissives can’t be too timid.

“Give her my business card and invite her over to your apartment. Make sure see sees the X frame. And, if you feel sufficiently comfortable with her attitude, you can show her the rest of your slave equipment, and tell her all the things you are expected to do and not do as my slave. I want you to get very close to her so she can feel free to ask questions and learn from you.

“When you finish your initial chats with Jill, Laurel and I want a full run down regarding what you think of her and how she reacted, as soon as possible.”

“Oh my. Here we go again. Another person who I’m supposed to reveal all my personal thoughts and inclinations to. He’s always got me going out on a limb exposing my inner secrets to a stranger,” she thought to herself.

Patti went to the jewelry store and Jill recognized her immediately. As Roger had suggested, Jill did look frumpy especially by contrast to Patti’s eye catching leather get up.

“I’m told you were looking for me. Is that true?” Patti asked directly.

“Yes, I was, but now I’m embarrassed to hear you ask that question.”

“Can we get a bit of private time perhaps at the deli across the street? Maybe if we don’t run the risk of being overheard, you will feel more comfortable talking with me.“

“That would be great. I’ll get Mom to cover for me while we get lunch. I’ll buy.”

This first meeting of the girls went well and a friendship bond was established. Patti invited Jill to her apartment for another chat. Jill saw the X frame and asked how it was used. Patti explained it was there for her training as a submissive and for her punishment if that’s what Roger wanted it for.

Jill just about spilled her cunt juices down her legs with that explanation.

“Would you like to see a video of me being whipped on that frame, Jill?” Patti inquired.

“Oh, for goodness sake. Does your master actually take videos of your punishment sessions, Patti?

“Yes, he does. And, he likes to watch them over and over again, sometimes while I’m bound and stretched to the limit, I might add. I gather you really want to see that video, so I’ll start it up for you.”

As the video proceeded, Jill saw that Patti was bound tightly; she could not move. Roger, showed her a long single tail whip which made Patti shudder. He heard Roger ask if she was ready to be whipped and heard Patti respond affirmatively that she was.

Roger stepped back and away from Patti and after a few practice swings, He let the thin whip snap against patties upper right thigh close to her soft cunt. It must have hurt badly because Patti shouted loud and long. Roger had not gagged her so her screams were not in any way muffled. Another snap of the whip hit her left upper thigh eliciting another welt and another agonizing scream.

Near the end of the video, Roger had whipped Patti’s thighs, tits and stomach not less than thirty five times and Patti was just about out of screams.

“Patti, this is so erotic,” Jill exclaimed. “It’s so dammed hot that I’ve got to cum right now. Any problems with me having a climax while I watch the rest of this?”

“Go for it girl! It’s kinda exciting for me too, except I remember each of those wicked cracks.” Patti said. “But, I’m not allowed to cum unless Roger gives me permission which, sorry to say, he hasn’t.”

Jill was learning about the subtleties of bondage, domination and submission gradually while at the same time integrating the lifestyle it to her own needs quickly.

In the ensuing meetings at Patti’s apartment, Jill was introduced to all of the bondage and discipline tools Patti had accumulated. Jill was a very attentive and willing student. Patti often wondered if she had been as eager and quick thinking as Jill was.

At the conclusion of Patti’s summary of Jill’s progress at Laurel and Roger’s apartment, Roger stopped her at the door.

“Patti, I want you to arrange for me to meet Jill at your apartment as soon as possible. If she backs out that will be fine, but if she wants to meet me tell her that I will be examining her to see if she would be acceptable to me as a sex slave. She should come to the meeting dressed appropriately. Let me know what she says and what she wants to do.

“And, one more thing, Patti,” Roger said. “Next Monday, at four-thirty, I want you to go to the Liberty Towers Building # 1, down town in the business district. Wear only four inch, ankle strapped, heels, a leather neck collar and a short leather dress slit up each side.

Tell the doorman you want to take the express elevator to the executive offices on the forty- eighth floor.

“The elevator is one of those glass enclosed models that rides up the outside of the building. When you get in the elevator it will send you straight to the forty-eighth floor with no stops in between. As you start up, I want you to remove your dress and drop it in the corner of the elevator. Stand straight and tall and look over the city as you ascend.

“When you get off the elevator you will find a note, with your name on it, on top of the receptionist’s desk. This note will give you further instructions. Don’t ask me any questions about this. Do you understand my requirement of you on this, Slave?”

“Yes, Master, I understand and I will, as always, obey you. You always have something that will test my loyalty and obedience to you. This will not be easy for me. Will you be watching me, Sir?”

Roger let the question go unanswered as he patted her ass good bye.

“Jeeze, drop my dress and go into the reception area of a large business organization completely naked? Will there be anyone at the receptionist desk when I get there? He makes these submissive testing drills sound so ‘while your at it’ kind of a thing -- so damned normal. The man does think of some brutally humbling and embarrassing things for me to do just to prove his point.”

Actually, Roger knew Patti well enough to realize that she got a psychological high just crossing the cultural norm of expected sexuality. When he would push her to overtly, and expressively, demonstrate her submissiveness, she actually would be freed emotionally by the experience. He wouldn’t do anything to degrade her in front of her vanilla friends or the general public but she couldn’t be sure of that, which was all part of the kick Roger himself received from insisting on these embarrassing exhibitions.

“What does Roger have in mind here,” she wondered. “What is going to happen to me on the forty-eighth floor? Who will be there? He’s playing mind games with me again, I’m sure of it.”

Monday came and Patti prepared her body for her nude ride up the side of the Manhattan skyscraper in center city. She was fully aware of her submissive personality and her lusty sexual appetite and she tried to prepare her mind for anything and everything Roger might demand of her. The time went slowly. Her juices flowed and her nerves were tight.

She took a cab to the Liberty Towers Building as directed. The cabby looked at her with an appreciative stare. Her long legs were soft and smooth. He could tell even without touching her.

The doorman was helpful directing her to the correct elevator and as a precaution called ahead to alert the occupant of that floor of a female visitor. Patti did have a fleeting thought that the doorman might have been expecting her.

The card was on the receptionist table as she had expected it would be. There was no one in sight.

The note read: “Slave, Patti: --- Enter the office suite with the two cherry doors at the end of this hallway. Shut and lock the doors behind you. You will find a penis gag and handcuffs laying on the table just inside the door. Strap the gag in your mouth and hook the handcuffs through the back of the neck collar you are wearing. Snap the cuffs shut around your wrists. Once your arms are secured behind you neck you will be free to roam around the room.” Signed “R”

Patti was very nervous. She had placed herself in a vulnerable position based solely on the trust she had for Roger. She waited and paced. Her mind raced with random and bawdy thoughts. There was nothing in the room to give her a hint as to it’s normal occupant.

He entered from an adjoining room without her observing him. He looked at her from the rear and was aroused. He knew she was a good looking woman but here, in his office space, stripped and exposed she was consuming.

He spoke softly, “Well, you really are his sex slave.”

She turned at hearing a familiar voice again. Her face burned as she brought everything into sharp focus. Todd Bell, here with her, alone. He would see her, a willing slut slave, bound and ready for sex anyway he wanted it. She had not expected anything like this.

“Roger said you were obedient and would do what he ordered you to do. I had seen you in those videos he took of you at my place but Roger wanted me to see you carry out his commands with my own eyes. You are so perfect.

“I think you know how I feel about you, Patti. The fact that you are Roger’s slave is easy to understand. But, you need more than a forceful man. You need an exclusive, loving relationship to a domineering man. You mean more to me than sex and submission. I can give you what you want and need. You mean so much to me. Haven’t I proved that over these past months? I know we can have a fulfilling relationship on all levels.

“I love you and want to marry you. I want you to agree to be my wife; to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as we both shall live.

“Even though you are Roger’s slave and he could stand in the way of my proposal, he has assured me that you do have a choice and he wanted me to give this note to you.”

He held a handwritten message in front of her for her to read. “Patti, you don’t need my permission to marry Todd Bell. But, you do have my blessings if that is what you truly wish to do. If you are unsure, or do not want to go through with this proposal, I will understand and you will owe us nothing by way of explanation. We are here for you in the future as we were in the past. Do the right thing for you, dearest.” Signed “R”

Todd looked at her and could not detect any emotion. He walked away from her leaving her to digest the developments of the last moments. She looked at him from across the room. She turned away and walked to the window where she stood, naked, her reflection coming back at her in the late afternoon sun.

No words came from her. None were possible, actually, because she still had the gag in her mouth. But, the tears that swelled in her eyes were ample evidence that she was overcome with emotion and needed time to herself.

She cried softly. The gag muffled her sobs. No one had ever been so compelling in their exclamations of love for her. Because she was nice to look at, many men and boys had tried to court her. None made the grade as a lifetime partner and she didn’t let them come close to her. But, Todd Bell was right for her and she knew it.

When she composed herself she turned, arms still behind her head revealing her body fully to him. He came to her and unlocked her wrists. He remove her gag and put one hand behind her head and the other in the small of her back. He pulled her toward him and kissed her lips softly. Her juices oozed from her uncontrollably.

He bent in front of her on one knee. He did it with such ease and grace, she could tell it was an emotionally confident and completely unaffected move.

“Let me ask you straightforwardly,” he said. “Will you please marry me, Patti? Will you be my wife?”

Two glasses of chilled champagne were on the table beside her. He took a sip and offered it to her. It would relax them both and help her to speak. After a small swallow she responded.

“”Yes, Todd, I will marry you. I respect you, love you, and want to marry you. I want to be your wife and obey you. I want to be your slave and I need you to master me, dominate me, in every way, if that is what you want.”

The End of “Day and Knight Volume III” Chapter # 2