Day and Knight Volume III

Brenda came into the restaurant from her upstairs living quarters and took a seat next to Laurel at a private table set with a view of the entire restaurant. Always the alert business woman, she wanted to see how the place was being managed no matter what else was on her mind. And, on this particular occasion, she did have a pressing matter to discuss with the Rogets.

“Thanks for coming, folks. Let me tell you, the girls were mighty impressed and are still talking about Patti’s performance. Quite a show she put on. By the way, Laurel, were you satisfied with how Susan serviced you after the show?” Brenda asked.

Laurel blushed. “Very accommodating young woman, I’d say. You trained her well, Brenda,” she replied.

“Well, it’s Susan that I want talk about tonight. As you may know, Jane is highly sexed and at this point, she’s taxed my physical and mental resources. Truth be told, I haven’t paid enough attention to Susan either, for her good or mine. She’s too fine a woman to be neglected. To make matters worse, I know she feels competitive toward Jane.

“Jane is taking me for granted these days and Susan seems hang-dogged and depressed. You might not notice it at work, Roger, but I see it at home here. I need to shake up the status quo and I’d like your help and suggestions as to how I can benefit them both.

“Here’s what I have in mind for them in general terms. If you have ideas or questions just jump in at any time.

“I want both of them to feel they are in a real two-girl competition for my sole attention. I’d like to see them face-off and battle it out. I’d like to get their sexual juices boiling, with the winner getting to stay with me full time.

“It’s no secret that both girls are lesbians. They have been with me for years and they get their physical and emotional gratification from other women. They both have had heterosexual experiences and it’s not clear to me that their lesbian preferences won’t change some day. But for now, they get their psychological and sexual fulfillment from me primarily and I’m not up to working with both of them at this point in my life.

“This is what I’d like to tell both girls, if it’s OK with you both: ‘Girls, I want to have a contest between you both. I’m running this contest because I think it’s only fair that I devote my attention to only one of you for the time being. The winner of the contest will get me as a partner, a loving and dominant partner, exclusively for at least two years. The looser will be expected to serve Mr. and Mrs. Claret for the duration of the winners reward period. After that, I will take you both and conduct a second contest with the idea that the most proficient slave girl will win that one too.’ What do you think of that plan?” Brenda asked.

“What is to stop either girl from just walking away from such a scheme, Brenda?” Roger queried.

“Well, actually nothing would stop them if they decided not to participate. But, I don’t want to continue to split my attention two ways anymore. It is just too difficult. The competition I’ve described is my way of deciding who wants me most; who is willing to go the farthest for me. And, I get to keep the “best of breed” as it were.

“And, I’m not so naïve that I don’t understand that there is a large aspect of my own ego involved here. It’s an stimulating concept emotionally and erotically; having two physically exciting young girls fighting over me is almost too much to think about.”

“Both are pretty well trained sex slaves and both are well built women. Neither is a slouch as I remember it,” said Roger.

“That’s right, but they both have their strengths and weaknesses. As I thought this concept through, I realized I could inadvertently play to the strengths or weakness of either one of the girls, so I’d appreciated it if you would decide on the rules of the contest. Does that seem fair? Do you want to do it?”

“It is a novel approach to the solution of your problem, but I wouldn’t want to decide, on the spot, one way or the other if we would want to run the show for you. I’d want to carefully consider what the end-game effect would be on us. I need some time,” Roger added.

“I’d like some private time to think about it too” said Laurel. “I don’t know if we can decide tonight or not. Could you leave us alone over drinks, please?”

Drinks were refreshed and Brenda left them at the table. Roger said that his first reaction was that since both women were lesbians that Laurel herself should be the mistress of the looser and that she should set all the rules for the year. He also indicated that if Susan lost, then she would not only be their slave but his employee at the theater. He was concerned about what impact that might have on her relationship with them.

Roger was all for giving the girls an opportunity to opt out of the deal. He reasoned that if one begged off then the matter would be moot and the problem would be solved.

Laurel said that she was willing to deal with the ‘sex slave and employee’ matter if it came to that, and felt she could be a stern and fervent mistress without interfering with her own duties as Rogers wife in the bedroom. In fact, she even mentioned that Roger might enjoy a threesome again every once in a while now that Patti had faded from their sex lives. That idea peeked rekindled Roger’s interest immediately.

Laurel felt that the method for deciding the winner had to be clear cut; not a matter of one persons opinion alone. She, personally, wanted to talk to each of the girls by herself before proceeding however.

Brenda was asked to rejoin them and to discuss the issues before them. It was decided that Brenda would first talk to the girls and give them an option to participate or not. She would then call Laurel with their answers. If both agreed to be involved, then Laurel would interview them and lay out the rules including the consequences for the looser.

There would be up to five stages of the contest. Each stage would be spelled out in detail to them prior to their final decision. If at that point, both wanted to continue, they would be required to sign a document of understanding and consent.

The deal was struck and Brenda hustled off to lay out the general idea of the contest. Roger and Laurel walked back to their apartment which give them time together to work out the details and logistics if the plan should ever go forward.

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Jill St. James was still searching for answers; specifically, answers about herself. Slowly, to be sure, she searched to clarify what she thought might be her inborn submissive and subservient nature.

She was very attracted to Peter Kramer and she wanted to have a life with him; not yet as his wife, but she wanted to be with him and give him pleasure. She wanted him to use her and protect her. To that end, she devised a plan that made sense to her.

She had Patti’s old apartment for her use for an entire week and she was prepared to let her barriers down with him.

“I’m at a friend’s apartment,” she announced to him over the phone. “Could you come over right now, Pete, I have some things I want to show you here. It really very important to me that we talk very soon.”

Directions were provided and she knew he would be on his way.

As he got to the door of the apartment, he found a note on the door.

“Darling Peter,” it began. “the key is under the mat. I’m alone inside.

“I love you and want you to make love to me. You can’t be prepared for what you will find when you come in. It will be a picture you’ve never seen before. Rely on your instincts and take me in any way that comes naturally to you.

“I trust your judgment and know you will satisfy me.”

It was signed, “Lovingly, Jill”

His mind raced and his vivid imagination went wild. He was not unaware of the deviations of his active sexual appetite. “What’s going on here?” he thought.

He saw her at once as he entered the room. She was standing against a post in a pair of four inch, black, ankle strapped, high heels that Patti had left at the apartment. Her legs were stretched wide by an industrial looking spreader which gave her a new and exciting sense of sexual vulnerability.

She wore a short black satin skirt that scarcely covered her ass and a ruffled satin blouse which was opened to the third button. The blouse was barely able to contain her tits which didn’t need a bra to support them.

Her arms were behind the pole and her wrists were secured in heavy metal handcuffs which he could not see but assumed were keeping her pinned to the pole.

“Lord Almighty!” he said out loud. “You are a sight. You are so fucking stunning like that.”

“Pete, come here and kiss me, please,” she said to him.

He came close to her with his chest just grazing her nipples. He bent slightly and brought his mouth to hers; gently at first but then in response to her searching, sucking, darting tongue, her pressed on her mouth and ground her lips roughly against his. He leaned his hands on the pole overhead not wanting, yet, to crush her defenseless body.

His kiss made her ooze her cunt juices all the more.

“Pete, listen to me,” she said, “I can’t protect myself from you because I’m stretched and cuffed to this post. This moment with you is deep in symbolic meaning for me. I have always been so afraid to give myself to any man.

“My tits have been a barrier to my sexual development. That comment may seem strange to you but I’ve always protected them from lecherous stares and attempts to maul them. I’ve hidden my inner emotions as well. It’s my hope that when you unbutton my blouse and expose my tits to your hands and mouth that it will free me, at least in part, from my sexual inhibitions.

“What I meant to say long before this, is when I invite you here, I mean it to be a signal to you to use me and to abuse me her for your pleasure and for your satisfaction. I want to serve you and be your sexual play thing. And, I want you to control me; in particular I dream of you controlling my tits.

“As a means of getting over my fears and conquering my inhibitions, I want to give myself to you. I want to give you control of my precious tits. Tell me what to do with them. Make me do what you want me to do with them. Don’t let me have any control over them. I trust you, and know you will do what is best for me.”

His fingers moved to her blouse. He unfastened each button and slid it off her shoulders and down her cuffed arms. He saw her lift her head and give extra ache to her back, thrusting her formidable tits forward.

“That’s certainly a big responsibility, Jill,” he said, delighted at the double entendre. “You are all woman.”

“Part of my liberation tonight is letting go and letting you undress me,” she said. “Up until now my tits have been a burden to me but now, with you, they are a gift I want you to have. Giving you my body is freeing for me. That’s the best way for me to express my new found freedom, and my new found openness. Do you understand?”

“I’ll answer that question with a ‘yes’, because I think I really do understand. But, I’ll want you to keep reminding me where your head is and what you need because I really love you and want to give you what you need.”

Her tits were available to him, but he didn’t touch them. He just stood back and admired her. His gaze was met by her’s and she could see the shift in his eyes from her eyes to her tits to her waist and them back again.

Finally, he said, “Before I cut off your blouse and your skirt, I want you to tell me if you felt courageous enough to shave your cunt completely to show me how utterly open and vulnerable you want to be.”

“Sir, I did shave, completely. I hope you are pleased. I am absolutely in love with you and want to serve you. Please have me, Sir, here and now.”

“Do you want me to really control you full time, Jill, or are you just overly excited now?

“Sir, let me be clear, I do want you to master me; master my body. I will obey you. Punish me for any behavior that displeases you, Sir. I want to be the best sex slave any girl could ever be.”

He stepped toward her and cut the blouse off her wrists and the skirt from her waist. She was completely naked, spread wide with her arms cuffed behind her. She was at his mercy and available for his personal enjoyment. She was exposed to him in the manner she wanted to be. She thought she would die if he didn’t use her quickly.