Day and Knight Volume I

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME I

Chapter # 2

by Lewis Chappelle

Patti had not yet given any indication to Susan, her dance partner, about her relationship with Roger and Laurel. And, Patti didn’t quite know when she would get around to telling her. In the meantime, they just danced their feet off and had a good time doing it. Their admirers at the club were growing and it wouldn’t be too long before they would be promoted to ‘star’ status there.

Laurel had told Patti that if, and when, she did deliver the ‘Agreement of Personal Service’ Laurel herself would start training her at once in expected slave protocol, etiquette, and modes of conduct. Patti would be expected to move into an apartment of her own and be ready to accept the rules of her servitude which would be outlined by Roger in the days ahead.

Patti was delighted with everything she heard and her mind raced with anticipation. Her agreement personal service was signed, notarized, and delivered two days later. It met all the requirements of Patti’s new master perfectly.

Laurel’s ‘protocol training’ was fairly basic. Patti was to refer to herself as ‘slave patti’ or ‘sex slave patti. Roger was to be referred to as ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’ and Laurel as ‘Mistress’ or ‘Ma’am’. All body parts were to be referred to in the most base level terms and she was to remain virtually silent unless she asked for permission to speak or was told to speak. If she was to speak at all, she was to find the most economical way of conversing. She was expected to take punishment stoically and never to ask for mercy. Her eyes were never to meet Roger’s and Laurel’s gaze unless given permission to do so.

Additionally, she was never to sit down without permission. When standing her hips were to be in the ‘pelvic tuck’ position with her ass tight and rearward. Her shoulders were to be pulled back, military style, to give suitable emphasis to her high, full, tits. If allowed to sit, her legs were never to be crossed. If forced to kneel, her knees were to be far apart with the toes of each foot touching each other unless otherwise ordered.

She was to rely on her master of mistress to control her orgasms. Under no circumstances was she to play with herself or masturbate to climax with out permission from Roger or Laurel. If she wanted to climax she would have to ask for it. If ordered to stop clitoral stimulation she would be expected to immediately cease the arousing activity on command and come to an ‘attention’ position.

To guard against disease, she was never to have any cock, tongue, or man made article in her mouth, ass, or cunt without permission. She was expected to keep her ass and cunt moist at all times. Her nipples were to be toughened to withstand whatever abuse or stimulation was prescribed by her master or mistress. Rehearsals were carried out to assure perfect compliance.

She was to endure whatever humiliation, public or private, her master desired no matter how difficult they might be. She was to be shaved cleanly from neck to toe. Decisions on her attire were not for her to make. Nudity or bizarre costumes were hers to endure.

It was expected that she would service her master or mistress sexually on command. Laurel drilled her on the finer points of her new life and Patti was aroused at every turn.

Laurel told Patti to purchase several whips for herself since it would be fitting that she should select, buy, and learn to love the feel of at least some of the instruments of her own discipline.

Soon it was time for ‘slave initiation night’ with Roger. He was ready. She was anxious and caught more than a little bit off guard by his call to her new apartment phone. He identified himself saying “This is Master Roger. Is this my slave?”

“Yes, Master, this is your slave, Patti. How may I serve you tonight, Sir?” she responded.

“It looks like it’s going to be a balmy summer weekend so I’ve decided to take you to a special place for dinner Saturday evening. Before we go, I’ll want to take a tour of your new place. Expect me to arrive at 6:30 sharp.

“When I arrive, you are to wear a pair of white-on- white self supporting, thigh high, hose with lace at the top. Wear four inch ankle strap heels and a string of chocker length pearls. Wear your hair high on tip of your head. Have, for my inspection, a white cotton dress with a low neckline and a high hemline that just covers the lace in your hose. The dress should be displayed on your bed when I arrive. Any questions, slave?”

“No Sir, I’ve taken careful notes and while I don’t have much time to get a dress and have it altered to your specifications, I should be able to find a seamstress in town somewhere. I’ll be expecting you. Thank you for the invitation, Sir.”

Roger hung up without further word. Patti looked at her note; no mention of underwear; “is that strange or will that be the norm in the future?” she wondered.

Roger arrived at her apartment building at the appointed time and found her name printed on the call box. She buzzed him through immediately and met him practically nude, as directed, at the door.

She was unsure how to welcome him since she had been told to keep quiet unless given permission to speak. With this in mind she curtsied and held the door open for him to enter.

“Close the door slave, ant let me see you standing at attention in the middle of the main room here.”

It was not an invitation and Pattie almost sprinted to the center of the room. She spread her legs, thrust out her ass and tits, and placed her hands behind her neck as she had been instructed.

Roger saw that she had averted her eyes. He was impressed with her makeup and hair style, not to mention her exquisite body. He circled her four times with a critical eye before he stopped behind her and cupped her tits in his hands.

With no warning, he began to squeeze her nipples; softly at first, then more aggressively over the next few minutes. He heard her moan but she didn’t show any resistance. He knew full well that she was as wet at she could be so he did not finger her cunt, leaving her somewhat mystified.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Slave, and I want your to stand at ease and respond to me as romantically as you possibly can,” he said.

She ground her pelvis against his groin and held his head with both of her hands. Her mouth was soft and compliant yet her body was tight. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she reciprocated in kind. She held him and tongued him as his hands roamed over her soft, smooth body. It was indeed a ardent first kiss. He loved it.

“OK, slave that was more than just nice. How did you learn to kiss like that, Slave.“

“I’ve had boyfriends over the years Sir. And, as a young teenager my girlfriend and I practiced on each other in preparation for the real thing, Sir. I’m glad you were pleased because I sure want to kiss you again, when it pleases you Sir,”

After he kissed her again, he said, “Well, enough of that. Now show me the rest of your place. He couldn’t resist patting her firm rear end.

The white dress was laying out on her bed as he expected it would be. The bodice was tight the neck line low, and the hem looked way too short. He was happy.

“Slave, there will be many nights we will not be together and many missed opportunities for me to spank you. But, when I do take you out, you can expect to leave this place with a rosy red and stinging ass. From now on, I’ll want you to place a straight backed chair here in your bedroom, in the middle of the floor, before I get here. I will sit on that chair and have you over my knees as I spank you on your bare ass.

“Your position for these spankings will be facing to my left side over my left knee with your hands stretched to the floor. Cross your legs and I’ll anchor them with my right leg to keep you in place. Don’t ask for mercy because there will be none. ”

With that said, she got a straight backed chair and demurely placed herself across his leg. She had never been spanked before in her life and she was tentative yet excited in her approach to him.

His first smacks were light, but they had the effect that he desired. She started to ooze between her tightly drawn cunt lips. He administered ninety mild smacks and then gave her ten of his best which made her squirm. When he was finished, he told her that she had done well but that from now on he would expect her to thank him for expending so much energy on her ass.

“Oh, yes, Master, thank you for spanking me. It was good of you to raise the temperature of my ass before we go out. While I’m still in position, and if it pleases you sir, would you like to give me twenty more of your best sir?” she said.

He liked the idea and whacked her twenty five more times until he felt her shaking under him. For her part, she could feel his prick get harder under her soft belly and she thought “Whoa, I do have some power here after all. He got hard because of me. How exciting is that?”

“Now, Slave kneel between my legs and service my prick with your mouth. You know how to do that don’t you?”

“Yes, Master, and I’m excited to have the chance to please you. I probably have a lot to learn about giving great blow jobs, but I’m a willing student.”

She slid his prick from his pants and gobbled the semi erect member in her mouth. While she was working his prick, he was working her nipples. He pulled them, pinched them and twisted them till she thought she would scream.

“Use your hands too Slave.”

She did and he thrust his dick down her throat and came. She almost lost consciousness.

“Don’t loose a drop, slave, or your hide will pay,” he said.

“Yes, slave, you do have some things to learn but not now. I’ll give Laurel a full report. But before we go just redo your makeup and hair, smooth your hose and model your new dress for me, ”

The dress showed her off to perfection.

“How do you feel in the dress, Slave?”

“Master, I must say it is quite daring. I’ve never shown this much of my body in any clothing except a bikini in public. And, to boot, I don’t have any underwear on and I’ll bet my ass is as red as a beet. I’ve never felt my nipples so hard and long before. They rub against the dress and I get all self conscious. Please be careful with me, Sir. I’m really quite a shy and modest girl.”

“I’ll treat you like I want to treat you slave girl. And you don’t have a say in the world about anything. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry if I’ve sounded disrespectful. It won’t happen again,” she said with downcast eyes.

“Before we leave, I want you to lubricate your ass hole liberally and then show me how a slave walks in a crowded restaurant when she knows that her master wants to show her off,” he said sternly.

She strutted her stuff for him in her bedroom. Her walk was a sexy as any he had ever seen. She had runway legs to be sure and her ballet training allowed her to move with uncommon grace and sway; one foot in front of the other, a role in her shoulders, and a ‘come hither’ expression on her face. She looked like she was ready for anything; which she was.

He helped her get into his convertible and could not help but notice that her nipples could be easily seen. He got in the drivers side and gave her another sweet, tongue searching, kiss. Then he traveled to the restaurant in silence. He wanted her to be on edge and she was.

As they entered the well appointed eatery, she overheard one of the woman patrons say to her escort, ‘Look at that little tart in the white dress. I wonder if he pays by the minute or the hour. He ought to get her a porch for that swing.’

Actually she was proud of herself and she wanted him to be proud of her too. So far, he was far from disappointed.

Once seated across from each other at a table for four, which had been hastily cleared to make it a table for two, Roger said in a not to subtle voice, “Slave, are you comfortable?”

“Yes, Master, I feel fine,” Patti replied.

“Well, Slave, I want you to feel even better. Reach between your legs and slide the pointer and middle fingers of your right hand deeply into your cunt. Then, bring those fingers to your mouth and suck them off. Do this three times in a row and keep your eyes directly on me. After the third time, bring those same two fingers into direct contact with your clit. Keep manipulating your clit until I blink twice. Then remove your fingers again and suck them off again. Understand?”

“Yes, Master. I do understand.” This time her voice was quite muted as she slipped her right hand under the tablecloth to do his bidding.

“Master, may I ask if anyone is watching me. This is so embarrassing, Sir.”

“Don’t give it a second thought, Slave. Do what I tell you. I’m testing you now and if you don’t want to do as I tell you, just let me know.”

Her hand trembled and her heart began to beat heavily in her chest as she felt her wetness and licked her fingers for the third time.

She jumped as the waiter appeared out of nowhere to take their order. Roger ordered for both of them and Patti looked Roger in the eyes and placed her hand back again under the tablecloth.

He could tell she was rubbing her clit because her face became flushed and she began to writhe in unfinished erotic business. He kept his gaze on her and didn’t blink for over a minute. He thought she would go crazy. Then he blinked twice. She was in a sweat but brought her fingers to her mouth to clean them off.

“I probably smell like a room full of ravished sluts about now.” she thought to herself. “What will that nice, well hung, youthful waiter think when he gets a whiff of me?”

“It’s my right to embarrass you in public Slave. Don’t you agree?” asked Roger.

“Yes, Master, you should use me in any way it pleases you Sir,” she responded quietly.

“How are your nipples, Slave? It has been some time since I pinched them hasn’t it ,Slave?”

“Yes, Master, it has been well over an hour since you pinched them Sir, but let me assure you that they are rubbing the inside of my dress and are as aroused and sensitive now as they were back at the apartment. I assure you this is true, Sir. But, if it would please you for me to pinch them again I will certainly do it for you.”

He sensed that she was getting too much pleasure from her public displays and decided to frustrate further stimulation, so he just shook his head “no” and pressed on just as the waiter brought their order.

“While you eat, I want you to inhale the aroma from your fingers and be reminded of the sexual activity they just had while under the tablecloth, Slave.

“And, I want you to do all the talking tonight, Slave. Regale me with the mysteries of your young life. Give me all the details about your family. When did you start to develop? When did you first get fucked? Your fantasy life?”

She had turned 24 years of age on the day she met him at the Pittsburgh Airport, not that many months ago. She was the youngest of five children from a devoutly religious family. Her parents were strictly conservative and encouraged high standards of moral behavior.

Her Dad was ruggedly handsome and did some modeling in his younger years for men’s fashion magazines. Her mother was good looking, thin hipped and narrow waisted as a young girl. Even after the birth of her kids, who were almost always under weight at birth, she always looked good in her clothes.

Patti said she was a bit of a misfit in the family and bent the house rules when she could. She had sex with her one and only boyfriend. These experiences were not always satisfactory for her because he was mostly concerned with his own pleasure. He had played with her tits and had given himself to working over her nipples relentlessly. He had never suggested oral or anal sex play.

She was excited by the pictures she had seen of women in tight restraint, revealing outfits, or being spanked and whipped but had never seen or experienced these activities personally. She had always taken care to keep her body covered in the presence of others even other dancers with whom she shared dressing rooms.

She kept her skin soft and supple and shaved high so she could wear her bikini’s at the beach. She liked the way she looked at the beach in one of her many bikini’s and was proud of her 35-23-35 inch figure and of the full “C” cup she wore. She was five foot seven and workouts at the gym and spa kept her body toned and flexible.

She repeated her appreciation to him and Laurel for all they meant to her and for their willingness to help her experience her sexuality to the fullest. She said she was as excited as she ever had been about being his compliant sex slave.

She was doing her best to give him all the body language signals she could deliver without actually talking about her feelings and her delight at being with him.

She knew she was holding back an important fact and that she would eventually be forced to reveal it most probably under the duress of a whip. This thought alone caused the dampness in her cunt to flush over once again.

When he was ready to leave the restaurant, he told her that while he paid the bill she was to go to the ladies room and freshen up but not to piss. By that time her dress had slid up high on her leg showing the lace of her hose and an inch or two of bear thigh to boot.

Roger finished his drink and helped her out of her chair before the waiter, whose name tag indicated that his name was “Tony” could get behind her. She was off to the ladies room with her hips in full swivel.

Tony gave Roger the check and said “Nice looking lady, your wife. Very attractive and I’m not embarrassed to say that she may be the most wonderful looking woman I’ve ever served here.”

As he looked right into Tony’s name tag Roger said, “Tony my boy, that woman is my slave, not my wife. You probably noticed that I’m wearing a wedding ring and she does not.”

Tony just about came apart, he was so flustered with that comment. The only thing he could think to say was, “Well, mister, whoever she is, you are one lucky devil because she does fill out her duds real good and she has a great ass and breathtaking stems.”

Roger said, “Tony, here’s two hundred dollars. Pay the bill and keep the change. Now if you want to see and touch her silky ass as an additional part of your tip, follow us to the parking lot. I’ll let you touch and rub her ass all you want.”

Roger assured him that everything would be fine with the girl and him and that he would not get into any trouble. Roger met Patti as she returned from the ladies room. He told her that he had arranged for their waiter to fondle her ass as part of his tip.

“When we get to the car, stand beside the rear fender and pull your dress up over your hips. Tony will fondle your ass. When he is through, thank him and then just open the door, lower yourself onto the leather seat, and bring your legs up into the car. “

“Master, does the boy know I am your sex slave?” she asked.

“Yes, Slave Patti, I told him and he is excited, just look at his crotch.”

Patti’s heart pounded within her. She could feel the blood flush in her face. She tried to compose herself and prepare for the events that were to occur in the next few moments.

It all happened quickly. With all the reserve and inner strength she could muster she got close to the rear fender of the convertible and lifter her dress high and held it in place with one hand as she propped the other one against the edge of the car. Her naked skin was exposed and illuminated by the building lights. Then Tony stepped behind her.

“Are you sure this is OK with you, Miss?” he asked.

“Yes, my Master has given you permission to see and play with my ass, so go ahead. Take your time, Son,” she said.

Tony caressed her softness and grabbed her hips to give himself the leverage he wanted and rubbed hard against her. In no time flat he threw his head back and he grunted with sexual pleasure; his cock virtually exploded all over the front of his black pants.

It was only then that he realized he was in a social predicament himself. In a flash, he decided he would just go home and call back to his boss to explain that he had gotten suddenly ill.

To her, he whispered, actually in a chocking voice, “Thank you Ma’am. You are one exciting lady. I’ll never forget you for as long as I live.”

She opened the passenger door and lowered herself onto the leather seat with her dress still over her hips. Tony did not even look at her face, he was preoccupied with her legs, ass and cunt. He closed the door for her in a daze and Roger drove away.

“Well, Slave,” said Roger “you handled that very well. What were your feelings when I let someone else touch your naked ass?”

“Master, I am still disorientated and numb. I knew you would test me and I had no idea what you had is store for me. I was really excited to have everyone look at me back there, but I was mortified to have that boy touch me and know that I was your sex slave.

“It was exciting, now that I think of it, especially sitting here in the open car fully exposed. I don’t think I’ve ever been so highly aroused and so wet as I am right now. My cunt juices are seeping onto your lovely leather seat here. You have been so thoroughly in control. I need to please you and I’m working hard to do just that.”

He was looking at her to determine if her real feelings mirrored what she said. Did her body language send the same messages as her words? She had been trained not to look at him which made the task more difficult but with her legs spread wide and her tits pressed forward, he was fairly certain she was not just acting.

“You know that we have an agreement with Laurel that I won’t fuck your cunt. I won’t break that promise. I have already fucked your mouth and that was good even though you have more to learn about giving a great BJ. You should know that I do look forward to fucking your ass and that will happen when I get you back to your apartment.

“And you know that Laurel can use you as she pleases, but has it occurred to you that, as your Master, I can loan you out for the pleasure of some of my friends, Slave?” he asked.

“No Master, the thought never crossed my mind. I guess it should have considered that prospect by now, especially since you let that waiter play with my ass, but no, really, it never occurred to me that I would be expected to let any of your friends whip me or fuck me. Is that what you are going to do?” she asked quizzically.

“You will obey me whatever I ask, won’t you, Slave?”

“Yes, Master, I will. But, are you going to tell me in advance, Sir?”

“No, Slave, I’m not going to tell you in advance. Just let it go and enjoy the suspense. OK?”

“Yes, Master, I’ll do my best to cope with the anxiety that scenario brings to mind and deal with it when it happens, Sir” she said dreamily.

End of Chapter # 2 of the 8 Chapters Comprising Volume I