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

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

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME III

Chapter # 3

Todd smiled as he knelt in front of Patti’s naked body. He reached into his pocket and held the gift up for her to open. His gift to her was a magnificent diamond engagement ring. Patti handed it back to him and as he stood up, she held out her left hand. The ring was a radiant as she was, he thought.

After a few moments of silent togetherness he said, “I am so glad you came here today, Patti. And, I am so very happy you will be Mrs. Todd Bell. I promise to love you and dominate you, like you need to be dominated, with all the energy and imagination I have in me.”

She was compliant in his grasp as he slowly stroked her body with his hands and kissed her deeply. Her cunt muscles pulsed in anxious anticipation. She literally ached for penetration.

“I am your slave now, Master. You control me. I have been released by my former masters. How may I serve you, Sir?”

Todd was taken aback; his mind could not respond quickly enough. He was at a total loss for words.

“Sir, may I humbly suggest, that since it would be wasteful not to use my cunt which is full of the nectar of the gods at this very moment that you could you use this opportunity, the moment of our engagement, to fuck me hard and deep. Let your cum flow into me as a symbol of our love.”

“Jeeze, Patti, that was poetic as hell. And, the idea of fucking you was a damned good suggestion. It reminds me to tell you that even though you are my slave, I do appreciate that you have a brain, and I want to get the full benefit of that brain in the future as much as I do want the full benefit of your beautiful body. Don’t forget that!”

He laid her down on the floor and undressed himself. She reached for his semi-engorged cock with both of her hands. She had never really seen his cock before and she was enthralled by what she saw. He became fully firm very quickly under her touch.

“Master, your cock and balls are absolutely wonderful. I’m blessed. I’ve never seen a cock so thick, so hard, and so silky smooth. I’m not sure how you do it, Sir, but I’m really turned on by the way you keep your cock and balls so slick. I could suck that beauty all day. May, I take you in my mouth right now, Sir?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. It was down her throat deeply and he could feel the softness in the back of her throat. She pulled and she sucked and she used her tongue under and on the tip of his fully engorged prick. He held her and his feelings of power were both physical and psychological.

While he was enjoying the stimulation of his cock by her mouth, he said, “Patti, I’m glad you like my shaved pubic area. I like yours that way too and I noticed when I saw you on stage that you do a great job keeping yours shaved. I only think it’s fair if you are shaved that I be shaved as well. Here is the kicker; I’m going to give you the opportunity to shave me as often as you shave yourself. Is that a deal?”

Patti was still busy ministering to his cock, and enjoying every second of it, leaving her in the position of only being able to make a quick guttural sound, perhaps a moan, which he took to mean that she agreed.

“Ok, Slave. Get your legs far over your shoulders so I can sink that cock you’ve fallen in love with, inside you with all the power I’ve got. For tonight, and tonight only, you don’t have to beg for permission to cum. Just press up into me and go for it.”

Patti was a mixture of a docile, willing, slave and a sex starved slut. She cam over and over again. And wasn’t subtle about it either. She gave him the ride of his life and knew they were meant for each other; she was tight and he was substantial.

As they lay in the afterglow, he said “That was fantastic. You’re a great lay. You’ve got great cunt muscles and you used them well to please me and you’ve got a great mouth too, for that matter.

“Now, get ready for your debut as my slave tonight. We’ll be going out for dinner at the Form tonight. I have some clothing for you to wear in the dressing room over there. Don’t wear the collar or any underwear.

“On our way, I want you to tell me all the slave rituals and rules you’ve learned from Roger and Laurel.”

“Yes, Master, that sounds exciting.”

He showed her the bathroom with the adjacent dressing room and closet. This was no ordinary office bathroom. It was built to his specifications. It was his building after all.

In the dressing room were several dresses in her size with the labels and tags still attached. There were no prices marked of course, but it was apparent they all were expensive. It was also clear that each dress would reveal her well endowed body and that she would be the center of attention wherever he took her. She would wear the heels she came in.

At least six packages of high quality, patterned, hose of various shades were piled on the table in the corner of the room. A few pieces of still unopened jewelry were there from which she could choose. Among them was a necklace with a gold center plate inscribed, “Sex Slave Patti.’’

“How did he know I would accept his proposal of marriage?” she thought. “I guess I should be flattered that he knows me as well as he does. He must have been paying very close attention to me during all those dates we had these past few months. I’m a very fucking lucky, sucking lucky, slave girl aren’t I?”

She showered and primped. She modeled the dresses for herself and was lost in her own dreams as she looked at the diamond adorning her finger. She was warming up to a new phase of her life and a new master.

She wanted to tell Laurel and Roger; and she wanted to tell Susan about the exciting new news in her life.

While Patti was showering, Todd, on impulse, went to the phone. She could hear him talking. “Roger, old pal, will you and Laurel be able to join Patti and me at our engagement celebration tonight?”

“Whoa, he said a mouth full in that sentence,” she thought.

Todd knew that since there was no action at the club, they would be able to be with them unless there was some emergency he didn’t know about. Laurel didn’t need and excuse to dress up for dinner and arrangements were made to meet the happy couple at eight p.m.

Todd was on a first name basis with the owner of The Forum. His request for a table for four in about an hours or so was greeted eagerly. In fact, since this was going to be Todd’s engagement celebration he could make available one of the side compartments where Todd could have privacy and a little extra space.

“Yes, my friend,” he said, “I did ask the lady to marry me almost on the spur of the moment. My love for her is real and will last forever. And, yes, she is quite beautiful as you will see tonight. Thank you for helping on such short notice. I’ll remember you, Jonathan.”

Patti’s hair was back high on her head and held in place with small combs. She selected a pure silk dress with a tight bodice which clung nicely to her hips and ass. The neckline was tastefully revealing. It was quite short; several inches above her knees. The very high seamed hose, which held snugly against her firm thighs, made her feel sultry and somehow European. He jewelry was just right. Nothing about her dress or jewelry could distract from her own natural sexuality and beauty.

Laurel was well dressed but thoughtfully she had decided to down play her own outfit knowing that Patti should be the center of attention. She thought she knew want to expect and this was Todd’s night to show Patti off. Laurel was excited as she wondered what Todd would have in store.

Patti hadn’t given much thought to how the evening would go. She was just still enjoying the glow of Todd’s proposal. She was going to let all the decisions up to Todd.

Todd was exceptionally please at the outfit Patti had selected. He told her to move around the room and show her stuff. He made her come to him and stand still while her let his hands roam up and down her curvaceous legs. He had her raise her dress over her hips. “Soft, smooth, small,” he thought. “It just invites me to explore her clean cunt and asshole,” Which he did, over and over again.

“Let’s have rule number one start right here, Slave. Never wear underwear when we go to dinner. And, number two; you will always get your ass spanked to keep you mindful of your submission to me when we go out. So, bend over and grab your ankles, and tell me you are ready for your “going out” spanking.”

Was she ever ready. She knew she was slowly oozing cunt fluids down her inner thighs even before the imminent spanking began. But, as he applied swats to each cheek, she became even more aroused. He only gave her thirty swats on each cheek, but they were hard enough to give her ass the rosy glow he had intended.

“She’ll feel those later tonight,” he thought.

When he ordered her to stand, she smoothed out her dress over her flat stomach, thin hips, and burning ass. He pecked her lips lovingly so as not to mess up her artfully applied makeup.

They were early for their dinner date so they walked the several blocks to The Forum. The fresh air would clear Todd’s head and give him time to see many heads turn to admire his Patti.

Jonathon had reserved one of the two tables set in a private alcove for them to use. The table could have been set for six people, but he decided to set two places against the wall, and two at each end of the table. This arrangement gave those seated in the alcove full view of the entire room.

Todd and Patti arrived first and sat in the chairs behind the table, against the wall. Todd moved Patti’s chair back as close to the wall itself as it would go. He ordered her to sit with her legs apart on her bare ass. She was to sit straight and tall with her tits pushing out against the fabric of her dress. She was to only sit on the very front edge of the chair all evening.

Patti appeared very prim and proper when Laurel and Roger arrived. Jonathon came by to see that everything was going well. He made a big fuss over Patti which made her blush. As he bent across the table to kiss her hand and to bet a better appreciation of her figure, he could see the hem of her dress high on her legs and the top of her hose. He was envious. Everyone was excited at the new of the engagement and were sincerely complimentary regarding her large, diamond, solitaire engagement ring.

Champaign was ordered and a toast drunk to the couple. Todd said he was extremely grateful to Roger and Laurel for the fine job they had done in providing Patti with the opportunity to explore her submissive nature. Patti, eyes away, blushed again.

As a small token of his appreciation for what they had done for Patti, and in memory of their close relationship, Todd said he wanted Patti to obey a command from both of them, in public, during that evening. Patti was also to refer to them both, one last time, all evening as master and mistress.

Laurel was asked what her commands for Patti would be. After some reflection, she said Patti shouldn’t be allowed to go to the bathroom unless given expressed permission from her. And, that Patti would not be allowed to put any food in her mouth unless it had Patti’s own cunt juices added as a seasoning. Laurel knew that she had really given two commands but knew that no one was counting.

Roger was pensive. He was sitting next to Patti in a chair at the end of the table. He finally said that his command was that he wanted to see Patti give herself an orgasm at the table under the control of Laurel.

Patti was nervous with expectation. The three of them were talking about her as if she wasn’t there. Having to dip her food into her cunt before she could eat it; well, that will be something to remember.

“Where did Laurel come up with that one?” thought Patti. “Looks like plenty of olives and cherry tomatoes for me tonight.”

Roger asked Patti how things were going with Jill. Todd had not known about Jill and was curious to say the least.

“Whose Jill? What don’t I know about her? Should I know?” asked Todd.

Roger led the response to Todd’s questions. “Jill is very pretty and has an inkling that she might be a submissive. I’ve only met her once and that was in my office. She approached me about Patti. That part is a longer story for later. I don’t know much about what Patti has told her regarding her submissive relationship to Laurel and me but I did ask Patti to be her mentor and take her as far into her journey of self discovery as she wanted to go. Why don’t you take if from there Patti?“

“I’d say that Jill is very shy. And she is especially sensitive about her very generously proportioned tits especially since they hang high over a long torso and a very tiny waist. As a result, Jill tends to dress like a slob.

“She is, by her own admission, very interested in being dominated by a man. She has a hearty sexual appetite. I’ve had her tested for any STD’s and she is clean. In a bit of pop psychology, I’d say Jill is floundering; a ship without a rudder. But she is learning quickly and I’d say, as a sex slave myself, that she would make a great girl for the right dominant man to train as his own consensual and compliant sex slave.”

End of “Day and Knight Volume III” Chapter # 3

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

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME III

Chapter # 5

The End of “Day and Knight Volume II” Chapter # 5

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME III

Chapter # 6

Marilyn was again the maitre d’ as Roger and Laurel waited for their table at Brenda Fuller’s mid-town restaurant. She recognized them immediately, of course, and was more than normally courteous. In fact, Brenda’s vivid descriptions of Patti’s erotic, one-woman, show several weeks earlier had motivated her to be quite solicitous to the couple and her thoughts of the event created a considerable amount of dampness between her lovely legs.

End of “Day and Knight Volume III, Chapter # 6

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME III

Chapter # 7

Pete didn’t want to rush to a climax with her. But, he saw Jill’s excitement when she again gave an extra arch to her back which thrust her tits even further forward. That enticing movement gave him an idea.

A leather whip and a few strips of leather were laying close by on the coffee table. He used one of the strips around her forehead to bind her head to the pole. He then pressed a fairly small decorator pillow between her shoulder blades and the pole which had the effect of forcing her tits out even more than she could have done herself. Another strip of leather was pulled tight under her tits to press her snuggly against the post.

He wanted her to see him touch her. “Keep your eyes on me, slave, as I explore the intimacies of your body, you little slut. Don’t say anything or make a sound until I ask you a direct question.”

Her tits were firm, as he expected, and soft to his touch. Her nipples were hard and long. Her aureole was tough. The first rib under her tits was prominent, and her belly was concaved in the center of discrete, visible, ribs. The skin which was spread across the area near her belly button was tight and flared provocatively above her shaved cunt. He knew she was wet so he didn’t bother to sink his fingers into her cunt but merely touched her clit softly. She arched her hips forward and moaned in sexual tension.

“I told you not to make a sound, bitch,” he said, as he simultaneously slapped her left cheek. She winced in shock, but realized she had not really been hurt, just surprised; and even more aroused.

He was seeing things fairly clear now.

“As I see it, slut, you are pretty good at getting what you want. But, instead of being devious and scheming, you are going to have to ask for what you really want. You will need to convince me by your words and attitude that you are really sincere.

“Do you want me to be your Master; to set rules for your life? Do you want to be my sex slave and serve me with out complaint no matter how difficult or embarrassing my demands might be? Do you want me to beat you and put you in bondage for my own satisfaction and pleasure? Answer me now!”

“Yes, I do want to be your slave. I do want you to be my Master. I want to call you Master when we are together. And, I would be grateful to serve you all the time and be beaten and put in bondage if that is what would please you, Sir.”

“Damn, if all that didn’t sound like it came from her heart and was totally sincere,” he thought. “I don’t think she is faking me out sounding like that.”

He grabbed her tits; one in each hand. Even though his hands were much larger than those of an average man, his were not big enough to take hold of them entirely; they were much fuller than he could hold. He squeezed them hard and felt his libido serge and his blood began to engorge his prick.

“Your skin is soft and supple, yet your tits are very firm just the way I like ’em. They sit very high on your chest. They are really beautiful, slave, girl,” he said to her. “I always want you to give me easy access to these wonderful treasures, do you understand me, slave?”

“Yes, sir, I do understand you and it will be my pleasure to give you free access to my body in every way. That’s what I need. A strong man like you to use me and take me whenever and where ever you want.”

He ran his finger nail across her hard nipples. Then traced a line down her belly and into her cunt and pinched her clit. She swayed but didn’t make a sound. “That’s good slave! I call it ‘one trial learning.’ Obey my commands and it will save you from severe whippings.”

He decided to torment her until she told him what she needed at that moment; how she wanted his cock inside her.

On a primal level she knew what he was doing to her and she loved it without analyzing it. Her cunt ached for him, but she needed to know more about her tolerance for pain and would force him to break her.

He grabbed her tits again and lifted them high. He pinched her nipples and twisted them hard. He used his powerful hands, callused from long hours of handball, to squeeze them harshly.

“You will beg me to let you suck my cock and, you will beg me to fuck your slippery cunt, Jill. I’ll force those words from you, I swear I will, one way or another.”

He raised the whip to her lips and she shuttered. She had never been hit before and her heart was racing in reaction to his domination. She would press him further. She had some limits she subconsciously want to test.

“Beg, for me, bitch. Beg!” She stood mute and defiant. “I’ll beat your precious tits raw if you don’t beg for me, slave.”

His own reaction to the first blow was nothing like he had ever experienced. It hit her left tit solidly but with only moderate force. Her tit was so firm that it didn’t seem to move. The next snap hit her right tit with the same results. Her tit didn’t move much and her mouth didn’t move at all. He hit her again and again making each orb a delightful shade of pink.

He hit her nipples over and over; they just seemed to get harder. Then, as he continued to torment her tits, he also began to run his finger over her swollen clit. She couldn’t hide the fact that the level of her sexual energy was increasing as her cunt juice were running down her thighs.

“It won’t be long now,” he thought to himself.

And he was right. She began breathing heavily and a rapid stream of vulgarities and sincere pleadings came from her lips: her words were not the ones she might have used to get him to stop hitting her but were specific pleadings to let her suck him and to get him to fuck her long and hard. She was begging him and it was music to his ears since he had been kept waiting for so many months.

He found the key to release her from the handcuffs and he unfastened her legs from the spreader bar.

“On your knees, you slut, and suck me deep,” he commanded. “Play with your tits while you’re sucking; pull you nipples hard.” She really worked on them and seemed only too glad to run her hands over her sore tits.

“She has some oral techniques to perfect before she is skilled enough to totally satisfy me,” he told himself. But there would be time for that.

“Now slave, roll forward until your knees and cunt are on the floor. Reach backward and grab your ankles with your hands. Keep your legs spread apart. Arch your back. Raise your face toward me. Your arms should be behind your head. You have great core muscles and strength in your shoulders; use them. I’m going to take your tits and mangle them while you suck my cock.”

Her exaggerated position allowed him to press his cock deeper into her mouth and throat. And he could twist her nipple till he thought they would come off. He withdrew from her just at the right time.

“Remember, no noise now when I fuck your cunt, slave. Lay back and spread your legs wide for me. Spread your cunt lips with your hands so I can see deep inside you. Wider, slave, wider!”

When he was finished and she lay under him, he whispered, “Slave, Jill, you are one tight, hot, fuck. And you look like a Greek goddess. I just might like to use you again sometime,” he said.

They both smiled, sated and exhausted, then dozed off with their own images of what would be in store that next time.

Roger and Laurel had worked hard and had finalized the details of the contest they had agreed to produce for Brenda. They had gotten enthusiastic approval from Brenda on the specifics and Jane and Susan had signed off on the contest consent agreement.

Susan and Brenda were both determined to win the contest and the tension between them was increasing. The concept of the contest was having it’s impact already. Brenda was being serviced by both girls with a zeal not previously seen. Susan saw the change of events as a sign that she meant a great deal to Brenda which was of course true.

According to the plan that Roger and Laurel had developed, the contest would consist of five events. The girl who won three events first would be declared the winner. The girls would be told the nature of each event and just enough of the criteria the judges would use in scoring to keep them motivated. They would not be told the results of each event until the contest was concluded, much like a boxing match. Brenda would secretly observe the action but would not have a vote.

The first event of the contest was to be a written essay. Each girl was to describe what form of discipline was the most erotic for them; and then describe their idea of an act or activity which they felt the looser of the concluded contest should endure. The judges for the event would be Marilyn and Jack Walsh and Tony’s girlfriend, Terri. They would vote on the quality of each essay using a subjective ten point scale, the slave with the highest combined total score would be the winner of the event.

The second event would be held on the stage of Roget’s Musical Review on consecutive Mondays just like Patti’s earlier performance. Each girl would be expected to service the other sexually. Judging would done from seats on the lounge floor by the same judges as in the first event. Jane would service Susan on the first of the two Mondays and the roles would be reversed the following week. The girl who was doing the servicing would have to comply with the orders given by the other during the entire event.

The third event would also be held at the club. Both girls would be naked in heels, blindfolded and gagged. Roger was to bind the girls arms behind them at the elbow and wrist.

Laurel was to attach small, jaw-like, clamps to Susan’s nipples while Roger would do the same for Jane. The clamps were to have knob devices to allow the jaws to be tightened down into the nipple with each turn of the knob. The screws were to be calibrated so they could be adjusted equally.

Lead fishing sinkers of equal weight would be added to each clamp in ten minute increments. The screws would be tightened one half turn half way through the ten minute period.

The girls could stop the event for themselves by dropping a red scarf which would be held in their bound hands. The contest would go on until the last girl dropped her scarf. The winner would be the one who held their scarf the longest. The judges, Laurel and Roger, would add up to two one minute bonus points for continued erotic form and poise during the painful event.

The winner would never know how much torment their nipples endured after the looser gave in. Roger and Jane not only would turn the clamps and add the weights but would encourage the girls during their ordeal and apply healing salve at the conclusion of the event.

The forth event would be similar to the third one but would be held at a sound studio which Roger was able to rent on a private basis. Each girl would be alone in a separate sound booth, blindfolded, and stretched wide and tight to a heavy wooden X frame. Each would be whipped on their ass and upper legs until they dropped a red scarf which they would hold in their bound, right hand.

Roger and Laurel would take turns wielding the thin crop on each girl alternating sound booths after each tenth stroke. The winner would be determined on the same basis as event three, except that there would be no bonus points. The girls were expected to endure their caning with as much stoicism as possible but they were told they could yell and scream if they felt the need to do that.

As with event number three, the winner would never know how much additional punishment they endured after the looser dropped her scarf. She would never know how much more than her rival she had suffered in her quest for Brenda’s exclusive affection.

If the score was tied after four events, the fifth and concluding event would be the same as event four, except that the girls would be stretched on their back with their cunt fully exposed. Roger and Laurel would whip each girl with a thin, flat, leather whip directly on their soft, freshly shaven, cunt lips. Everyone knew that if it came to this rather tortuous event, the girls would be in serious pain by the end of the session.

All of the invited judges eagerly agreed to participate.

The girls were given one final chance to back out and neither did. They were given three days to submit their final document as prescribed in the rules for event number one.

The end of “Day and Knight Volume III” Chapter # 7

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME III

Chapter # 8

Event number one of the contest to win the privilege of being Brenda’s exclusive sex slave was over and the judges awarded the win to Susan. She showed a more compelling writing style in her essay assignment and had gotten bonus points for that.

In their essays, both Jane and Susan had been specific in describing the punishment they found most erotic. Jane said she found hanging from the rafters by her wrists, stretched wide, most appealing and slave-like. Susan said she found that being chained, naked, in front of strangers, probed and slapped, and eventually auctioned off at a mock slave sale was most erotic for her.

But, what put her over the top in the view of all three judges was her suggestion that the looser of the contest be forced to keep her entire body shaved, from the top of her head to her toes, for the entire period of the winners stay with Brenda. She did make allowances for wigs if needed for social occasions where Laurel felt it would be in good taste to have a head of hair. She said that if she lost, and she really didn’t have any reason to believe that she would loose, would herself endure this humiliation and would use it to increase her resolve to win the second contest.

Jane won event two. Clearly it was in the interest of each girl to avoid the appearance of being sexually satisfied from the aggressive oral attempts of the competing slave. Jane was so experience at bringing other folks pleasure with her mouth and hands that Susan could not feign disinterest or dissatisfaction beyond the first few minutes. Jane worked on her clit, nipples and asshole with determination and expertness. After less than five minutes, Susan’s eyes rolled back in their sockets at the height of her sexual tension and gave in to several shuddering climaxes which left her limp. Jane held out under Susan energetic ministrations for over twelve minutes.

Susan had thought about event number three and was sure she had found the winning strategy. She would shoot for bonus points and distract herself from the pain of the tightening clamps. She also had the presence of mind to toughen up her nipple in the days prior to the event. Jane was allowed to remove her nipple rings for the event.

Susan spread her legs and used her dancers muscles to bend and stretch erotically, while she spread her cunt and manipulated her clit to the appreciative view of the judges while the clamps were tightened on her large tawny nipples. Brenda, who was watching in a private room via a concealed camera and she was might impressed by Susan’s performance as well.

Jane had decided to stand stiffly with her shoulders back and her tits thrust outward as a means of showing her stoicism in the face of torment. He approach was an entertaining contrast to Susan‘s.

Susan’s weights were bobbing up and down and her approach really impressed the judges. She got her bonus points but didn’t need them since Jane dropped her scarf, perhaps unintentionally, a full three minutes before Susan signaled her need to stop.

Jane did not know that she was at “match point” when the whip fell on her stretched ass at the beginning of the forth event. It wasn’t at all clear to the judges, or Roger, Laurel, and Brenda just what kept the scarf between her thumb and forefinger, but it stayed there this time. The first hundred lashes had not been intended to separate the hardy from the weak but just to add a significant level of lingering discomfort to both girls.

They both would have something to remember from the first series but it was the second hundred that were applied with increased intensity by the single tails. About each tenth stroke during this series was applied with the intensity needed to raise a nasty welt on the girls ass and upper portion of their hamstrings. Both girls swooned at the cuts. But, Jane seemed to be resolved to endure anything her tormentors gave her.

Susan dropped her scarf after the tenth welt and was screaming in pain. Jane, seemed to be off the planet by her sixteenth welt and Roger decided not to alternate with Laurel any further. He wanted to be the one who made her give in. Actually, it didn’t matter at that point, he was just going ahead with ever the rules as he delivered her seventeenth, eighteenth, nineteenth, and twentieth cut. Roger then stopped the punishment. And to bring Jane down to earth, he pushed several fingers into Jane’s sopping cunt.

Roger stimulated her clit with studied expertness and she clamped her cunt muscles as much as was possible. Her legs stiffened and this time he dug his fingers deeply into her cunt. She clamped down on his fingers again which he took as a signal to proceed with the whip.

By the thirtieth welt, Jane was a quivering, perspiring, spectacle. She hung by her wrists, her head pulled upward by the head gag and mask that he had placed on her earlier. The scarf again held tight. She was now making a statement. They would have to torture her more than all that if she was ever going to drop the scarf this time.

Roger said, “Jane, you dumb pain slut, drop the damn scarf!” And, he hit her again and again. In his most commanding voice he repeated “Jane, for god’s sake, drop, the fucking scarf!” Whack!!! She jerked violently and fainted. The scarf flutter to the floor.

The others involved were amazed. She had won the event, but at what cost. They all revived her and nursed her welts with all the tenderness and healing balm they could find.

The girls both knew that the contest was tied, two events apiece, as they went into the fifth event. From within individual sound proof rooms, each girl was stretched on a horizontal cross. Their legs were spread lewdly, exposing their shave cunts. Their arms were stretched over their head which was fastened to a hard beam with a leather strap. They were blind folded and gagged.

The cuts, from a multi-thonged whip, would come downward between their legs directly onto their cunt lips. This punishment would be augmented by cuts from a cane across their upper thighs. The dropping of the red scarf was again the signal to stop.

It wasn’t clear just why, but most of the observers present later opined that Jane’s nervous system was probable still reacting intensely from the severe beating she had received in the previous event. The ninth direct blow to her cunt caused her to convulse or spasm. And, she released her two fingered grip on the scarf.

The winner of the event and the entire contest would be Susan. She was screaming like a woman possessed but ultimately dropped her scarf after the twentieth punishing blow.

There were tears of joy mixed with tears of sorrow and pain. Jane was comforted, physically and emotionally, by Laurel.

Brenda took Susan to her breast. Brenda cried, deep emotional tears, too. It was touching to her to realize the lengths to which Jane, and for that matter, Susan, was willing to go to display her devotion to her.

Jane asked for a two week recover period before she was sent to Laurel. Brenda understood the reasons for Jane’s request but felt it best if Jane went to Laurel straight away.

Jane asked that Brenda be the one to shave her from head to toe. She also requested that Brenda help her pick out some new clothes since she hadn’t been out of the apartment for so long she didn’t know any of the styles. And. would Brenda help her pick out several wigs? Brenda did accede to those requests.

“Of course darling, we’ll make a short day of it,” Brenda whispered softly.

Laurel had decided to have Jane and her things picked up by limo and brought to their apartment in the late afternoon of the day after the final event. This gave Brenda and Jane time to do the shopping Jane had in mind. In truth, Jane was still hurting badly and moved with uncommon difficulty.

It was Laurel’s intent to make Jane feel special and wanted. Everything would be just fine between them Jane assured her.

After the limo driver had unloaded Jane’s possessions, Laurel laid out the house rules for her new slave which were not really different than she had experienced at Brenda’s.

For her part, Jane was looking forward to learning a few things from her new mistress and of serving Roger. She had recently been noticing the bulge in the pants of some of the more handsome customers at Brenda’s place, including Roger. Coping with the demands of a reasonably benevolent male dominant would be a relatively new, but perhaps a pleasant experience for her.

In the privacy of their own room Jane spoke to Roger about their new slave. “I’ll want to set the tone for Jane and I think it would be good if she started to get some social exposure. Real personal exposure, if you know what I mean. Could you make arrangements for me to take her to the same restaurant you first took Patti?” she asked.

“I’ll take care of it right now dearest” he said as he picked up the phone.

“Hello, Tony, this is Roger Clairet. I’d really be appreciative if you would see to it that my wife and her new slave, Jane, got the same private table for two that I had some months ago. You may remember Jane. Well, she is now Laurel’s new slut. She was a guest at the exhibition Patti gave at my club not long ago. The table I enjoyed so much was quite private and away from the restrooms, if you know what I mean, Tony.

“I’ll make it worth your while and you might even find the action amusing too. Perhaps your girlfriend might want to be in the room as well. Say about eight thirty tomorrow night.”

The End of “Day and Knight Volume III,” Chapter # 8

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