Day and Knight Volume III

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME III

Chapter # 4

The two couples were in a cheerful and celebratory mood; they were marking the engagement of Todd and Patti. Patti looked so damned sexy. She was more stunning and more sensuous than any other woman in the restaurant that night. Todd had given her free reign to enjoy herself during the evening with the understanding that she had to carry out the commands given her by Roger and Laurel.

“Speaking of engagements, has anyone heard from Peter Kramer recently?” asked Todd.

Actually Peter had recently ended his marriage by divorce which had been a painful experience for him. Peter had found his wife unfaithful. Peter was a possessive sort of guy and he, himself, was a faithful husband. He started divorce proceedings immediately after confirming his wife’s infidelity and had been trying to get over his hurt as best he could ever since. He was not in the singles scene and had not dated at all since the divorce.

Todd said he knew Peter Kramer as a member of his club. Peter was a big deal in the travel business, and still was only in his very early thirties. He started to run the family travel business right out of college and had expanded it to where he now was a very significant presence in town. Before his divorce he and his attractive wife were very active socially.

“I haven’t seen him around much. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was down in the dumps like I was,” Todd said. “I’ll make a point to chum him up, in hopes that we might be able to get him out of his funk if that’s what his trouble is. Maybe we could all get together for drinks and dinner sometime. I’ll let you guys know how things work out. I’d like him to meet Patti in any case.”

Todd was eager to have Patti tell him about the rules and rituals she was expected to follow as Roger’s slave and he maneuvered the conversation back to this subject as it excited him.

Roger and Laurel were quick to add details that Patti inadvertently omitted. Todd was aroused by each additional graphic detail of her short period of submission to Roger and Laurel. Patti mentioned her apartment and how it had been remodeled for sessions Roger demanded.

“You won’t need that apartment any more, dear friend, now that Patti will be moving in with me,” Todd said matter-of-factly. That was a prospect that Patti hadn’t though of and her recollections of Todd’s downstairs dungeon caused her glands to overflow with sexual anticipation. She looked at Laurel and dropped her left hand between her spread thighs. Her fingers found her supercharged clit.

“No point in subletting the apartment either,” Roger said. “After all, someone in our circle might have a need for it. And, it is one-of-a-kind operation, if you know what I mean, now that Patti has done such a good job of fitting it up. I’ll pick up the rent payments. Patti, you just tell your landlord he’ll get a check from me each month, and if he wants me to sign a new rental agreement to just send it to me at the club.”

Todd said, “You’re right Todd, and I’ll pick up the taxes and utilities and whatever other costs are involved. Give Roger all the keys for the place once you get settled in my place, Slave.”

That was the first time he had called her a slave in public and her fingers seemed to move faster over her swelling clit.

“Before you go further with your explanation of the rules you had with Roger, I want you to stand up and put hour hands, palms down, on the edge of the table. Spread your feet to shoulder width, Slave.”

Patti stopped the rolling action of her fingers on her clit and obeyed him instantly. She was bent slightly at the waist and had a clear view of the other tables. No one seemed to notice she was standing. Perhaps that was because the alcove was set back slightly from the rest of the tables.

“Just as well, I really don’t want to have everyone staring at me,” She mused.

Todd reached under her dress and slipped his hand between her legs and over her very smooth cunt. He pressed two fingers between her nether lips and found that she was a virtual hydrant of sopping fluid. He worked his own fingers over her clit faster and harder. Her legs began to shake with tension.

Todd slowed his motions and said, “Slave, do not cum. In fact, I want your to move your weight to the balls of your feet and without moving you legs apart any more, move your heels outward until they can’t go any further.” He wanted her to feel the extra strain on her inner calves and ankles and the extra stress that position would give to her limber leg muscles.

Patti could feel the effects of this minor move on her legs and found it added to her animal lust. “If I ever get fucked standing up, I’ll remember this position,” she promised herself. Todd’s finger went to work again as she tried to maintain control.

Todd knew when to ease off and he wanted to frustrate her natural inclinations. He held her dress away from her and told her to sit down again and helped move the chair back under the table a bit for her. Her legs were shaking and grateful for the reprieve but she was really ready for some orgasmic relief; and she was still a bundle of sexual nerves. She was glad none of the patrons had focused on her little ordeal.

Patti moved her head in Laurel’s direction but did not look directly at her. “Mistress, may I have a climax now, Ma’am, I’m so hot.”

“No, Slave you may not. Lick your fingers clean, then get your hands back on the table, palms up.”

Todd slid his hand up and down Patti’s back. He felt the tension in the hollow arch just above her ass and then in the muscles across her shoulders. Patti obeyed Laurel with her eyes still averted from the others. She was into herself completely.

“I notice that you didn’t eat all the food they brought you. I’m afraid you need the nourishment. Now, eat what is on your plate. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress, I’ll eat as you have commanded, Ma’am,” she said with her head bowed.

They watched as she made her hands pick up the food on her plate, bring it to her sopping cunt. And raise it to her mouth; morsel after glistening morsel. The table was silent as they watched her.

“Mortification wrapped in silence,” she thought. “It ought to be on the menu.”

“OK, Slave,” Laura said, I want you to stop eating and open your cunt lips with both hands. Work your clit again with both index fingers. While you’re finger fucking yourself, I want you to make eye contact with the women over there sitting by herself. I won’t let you cum until she is looking directly at you. Got it?”

Todd and Roger spotted the women Laurel had identified, and while not staring, looked up occasionally to see if eye contact had been made. Over a period of several minutes, glances seemed to have crossed between the girls but no constant eye contact had occurred. Then, without apparent explanation, the gaze was steady. Laurel saw it and said, “Slave, bring yourself to climax for us and that nice lady right now.”

Patti felt she was back on stage. Everyone seemed to be aware of her throbbing, ultra sensitive clit. It was hard enough to sit with her legs spread, let alone coming to orgasm without thrashing all over the place. But she knew she was expected to share an orgasmic moment with the stranger who seemed to be peering deep into her soul.

The quiver in her torso was visible. Her back became ram rod straight. Her gaze on the women drifted to a glazed-over expression as she held her breath in controlled ecstasy. After a moment Patti said, almost unconsciously, “Thank you, Mistress, for letting me climax. I’m grateful to you for everything.”

When Patti regained her composure, Todd leaned over to her and kissed her softly on the cheek.

“Well done, dearest Slave girl. Your are indeed an exquisite slave. I’m very happy tonight. Now, it’s time to take you to Connecticut and fuck you until we both collapse.”

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Patti couldn’t wait to tell Susan. She showed up for rehearsal early so she could be there when Susan arrived. Susan swooned at the size of the ring and gave Patti a heart-felt hug and kiss. She was sincerely delighted for her partner.

Susan had been introduced to Todd and talked to him briefly from time-to-time over the past months. She had grown to like him too. She just knew from the glimmer in his eye that he would treat Patti the way she needed to be treated and that Patti would be happy with him.

“I’m glad things have worked out for you, Patti,” Susan said. “I wish my relationship with Brenda was as strong as it used to be. She hasn’t been real nice to me recently. Maybe it’s that she isn’t as nice as I’d like her to be. Maybe it’s because I think she is giving more time to Jane than to me. I think she’s preoccupied with Jane. I guess I’m jealous which I can’t be as a slave.

“In any event, Brenda has me completely off balance. I never know what to expect from her any more. I can’t confront her, after all she is my mistress, but I have to find some way to get her attention.

“I know that she respects Roger. She told me so in just those words. I think she likes Laurel too. You know she ordered me to go with Laurel after you show and service her didn’t you?”

“Yes, I knew that. I thought it was sweet of Brenda to be so observant as to recognize that Laurel was hot to trot.”

“Well, maybe Roger or Laurel could make Brenda know how miserable I am. Could you talk to them?”

“Susan, you do say the darnedest things. And you are so vulnerable,” Patti said. “But, my advise is for you to do your own talking preferably with Brenda directly. Tell her just how you feel.

“I hear the band wrapping up their introduction and we’ll soon be on stage. Let’s finish this chat later, OK?”

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Joan Walsh had wanted to talk with Laurel privately for over a month. She didn’t know how to bring up the subject that had been nagging her. It was hard to tell her best friend what was happening to her, especially what was happening in her private sex life. Of course Joan and her husband had been to the stage performance with Patti and when Laurel told her of Patti’s engagement party, Joan thought she might find it easy to segue from that event to what was really on her mind.

“Speaking of Patti, just the thought of you, Roger, and Patti fucking around in such an uninhibited way has had me in a constant state of arousal,” confessed Joan. “When I saw her having such a good time on stage, I couldn’t believe anyone could be so happy when she was being so harshly tormented. God, what a night, I’ll never be the same.

“I’ve always been submissive in the bedroom, but, Patti was having a big time as your slave. And, as you tell it, she sounds perfectly at ease with her new master. Let me tell you straight; I think I could be happy if Jack would dominate my days and nights that way too.”

“Do you really think so?” Joan asked softly.

“Yes, I really think so. And, I’ll be mighty surprised if I’m wrong. Let me know!”

Several days later, Joan called Laurel. “You were right on the money about Jack. I told him that I was prepared to be more than just his submissive wife. I pledged myself to him starting now to be his full time sex slave with no limits. He got used to the idea right away and strung me up naked for over an hour while he just looked at me. Then he made me beg him, over and over, to accept him as his slave with no holds barred. I was a sopping mess.

“He’s keeping me in chains here in the house all the time. He told me yesterday to shut myself off from my outside life until he tells me otherwise. This will be my last call to you for awhile, my sweet friend.”

“I know you will be happy, Joan. Call me when you get permission. In the meantime, enjoy your slavery. Best of luck, girl. Or, should I say slutty, compliant, slave girl.”

Joan could feel the wetness increase between her legs when she heard those words directed toward her.

The End of “Day and Knight, Volume II” Chapter # 4