Day and Knight Volume I

“Open the glove compartment and take out the rubber cock I have put in there for you,” said Roger. “I want your to put it in your cunt and move on it aggressively while I drive on to the next stop.”

Patti found the cock and moved it easily into her slippery cunt. She felt the fluid sensations of her libido begin to flow. The wind bit into her tits and face. She was naked to the world and the bumps and ruts in the road only heightened the ever increasing waves of sexual pleasure that had found a locus under her hands which were now blissfully entertaining her clit.

The fact that Roger had again forbid her to pee before they set out on this venture created pressure on her bladder which in turn added to her forbidden pleasure. It wasn’t long before she cried out with the first of several tightly spaced, but thunderous, shudders of sexual relief.

When her breathing pattern became normal again Roger pulled over to the side of the narrow road and shut off the engine. He casually said, “Slave, I believe you have to be punished. Did you have an orgasm with out my permission?”

“Oh, damn,” thought Patti. “I did it now.” She froze with the thoughts of how she could redeem herself in Roger’s eyes. This had been the first time he had caught her disobeying him.

“Oh. Master, I’m so sorry,” Patti cried. “I wanted to be the perfect slave for you and now look what I’ve gone and done. You are right, I did get caught up in the moment and gave myself a climax without your permission.”

Her head dropped forward and she put her hands to her face.

“Slave, for gods sake sit up straight. Tits up. I’m sure this won’t be the last time you will deserve punishment. And, punishment is what you will get here and now. Take the cock out of your cunt and stick it in your mouth. Get out of the car and spread you body over the hood of the car so I can whip you until I feel you have learned your lesson.”

“Master, I do deserve to be punished. Don’t be lenient on me. Hurt me and teach me to keep my composure. That’ s a lesson I need to learn.”

He kicked her legs wide and let the whip he had secreted in the rear compartment slide easily over her taut skin. She quivered in the cool moon lit night. His first stroke took her by surprise and she took a gasping breath. The other twenty four strokes were not hard enough to break her skin, but they were sufficient to make her cry.

“Keep the cock in your mouth, Slave. Squat in front of me and pee on the stones on the road as I watch you. Get your knees spread wide, arms behind your head and get those tits straight out. I want everyone to see how much of a pissing slut slave you really are.”

He hadn’t called her a ‘slut slave’ before but she felt a new level of submissive excitement when she was identified by that shameful expression. “Yes I am a slut slave,” she thought. “A real slut slave. Look at me here, naked as a bird, with my tits in the air and my knees wide apart, pissing in the breeze for all the outdoors to see, and with a cock in my mouth. Next he’ll have me pulling my nipples out here.”

And, damned if he didn’t. He was stripping her of all her modesty. In a collected way she found she was actually enjoying the subjugation. She knew it, and Roger knew it too.

“Get the soft strip of leather out of the glove compartment and make a blindfold out of it for yourself. Keep your legs spread.

He saw that she wasn’t pulling on her nipples as hard as he wanted.

“Slave, pull those nipples hard, get them stretched out further or I’ll whip them too,” he barked.

She felt completely dominated. Her cunt flow gave her away; she loved it. It seemed that the more submissive she was and the more demanding Roger was, the more she flowed. And, the more fluid she secreted the more she had within her to secrete.

Roger, in time, drove the car into the private drive of the estate of his very good friend Todd Bell. Todd owned a small specialty ship design and construction company in Greenwich. He started the company from scratch just after he and Roger graduated college. Todd was clever and energetic. He had built a very prosperous business in a very short period of time.

Todd had married Janis, a lovely women who he had employed soon after setting up his new company. Their home was far more lavish than they needed but they wanted privacy and a lap pool, Jacuzzi, and a tennis court, not to mention an address in Fairfield County, Ct.

Roger was Todd’s best man at the wedding and he was the first person Todd called that bitter cold, icy, January, Connecticut day when he learned that Janis had died in a freak car accident on the hilly roads near their property.

Todd needed time alone and asked Roger to look after the big house while he was gone. He needed to deal with his grief and put his life back together. He told Roger that he planned to be gone for six months or so.

The magnificent and secluded house was just the place for training a sex slave. And, Roger knew that Todd would approve if he were home to fuss over the details of such training.

Roger drove between the two stone pillars that marked the winding entrance to the Bell’s front door. The outdoor lights were activated by sensors for security reasons and in three minutes, if he didn’t deactivate the alarm box he would get a quick visit from the local police. If that happened, how would he explain Patti?

Patti herself was about ready to scream. She was blindfolded but she knew the car had stopped and she was totally exposed. She had never felt more exposed and vulnerable. To be sure, she was turned on as well.

Roger did what he had to do to shut off any alarms and when he returned he removed her blindfold and added a high, stiff, leather neck collar to her already erotic wardrobe. With the blindfold removed, Patti could see she was standing in the dazzling security lights of a large brick house. Her white naked skin seemed at harsh contrast with the heavy masonry construction. She felt totally vulnerable and trembled at the thought of who, or what, would be on the other side of the large front doors.

Roger made her walk up the steps to the house alone and watched her wonderfully sculpted form and fluid nakedness with an increased sense of desire. She sure was a thing of beauty; a slave to treasure.

“I want you to model for me Slave. Right there on the porch of this beautiful home,” he said. “Turn around slowly. Let me see your stunning body from all angles. Do a runway walk for me. Show me your stuff. Turn me on. Be a good, sexy, slut slave.”

Patti showed off for him. She gave him great views of her full tits from the side; pulled them up and played with her nipples. She bent from her thin waist and grabbed her heels with her hands to show off her ass and cunt. She stood tall, spread her legs , threw her hands behind her head, and thrust her cunt toward him lewdly. In the process of her erotic display she sensed that he was pleased with her performance. His approval of her was all that mattered.

When he had seen all that he could come to grips with, rather than attach a leash to her neck collar he attached clips to her now sensitive nipples. These clips were joined together by a sizable chain. He tugged the chain and dragged her closer to the door.

“I’m his pet, his plaything, his show toy. How fun!” she mused. It made her quiver with excitement.

Patti was led around the inside of the entire home. She saw the painting of the distinguished, youngish man, hanging in the library. “Great looking guy,” she thought. She walked bravely and erect into each room not knowing what to expect as Roger slowly opened each door.

In and out of the living room, dining room, all the bedrooms on the second floor, the kitchen: “What is this all about?” “What does he have in mind?”

Then Roger pulled her down the steps to the lower level of the house. Great place to have a party,” Patti imagined. He reached for a small switch plate that moved a panel in the wall. The panel moved easily and quietly. It must have been counter balanced on very expensive bearing casters.

Behind the wall was the hidden room where Todd and his former wife had fulfilled their sex fantasies. Apparently, they didn’t want to have all their toys around the house, so they had designed this private space for that purpose. Patti could see the video camera set up and the video library full of soft and hard core films. There was a well stocked mini-bar and bondage material everywhere.

Roger told Patti that he had found the switch to open the room by accident several days earlier while he was doing an inspection and he took that to be an omen regarding her training since he had only recently accepted her as his slave. Patti began to see the next few hours of her life come into clear focus as she looked around the room.

Roger quickly turned on the video equipment which was available in the room. The wide angle lens would capture the action to follow which he would then share with Laurel. Roger had no doubt that her cunt was dripping but he wanted her to tell him if her ass hole was lubed and receptive. He released her bonds. She had no interest in trying to escape.

“Get up on the round table slave. Kneel with your legs spread. Get your tits on the carpet covering the table and show me with your fingers just how ready your asshole is for me, Slave.”

Patti had never penetrated her own ass even though she had often had a butt plug there for varying periods of time. She reached around her ass and pulled it apart slowly inching fingers from both hands toward her sensitive sphincter. With her right index finger she pushed through and then with her left index finger she pushed through again. She knew better than to stop there so she pressed more deeply and inserted two more fingers. Then she just spread her hole in all directions enjoying the feelings and humiliation of her actions.

His prick was still engorged after witnessing Patti’s portico performance and he didn’t want to waste time.

“Master, I’m sure you’ll enjoy my ass if it pleases you to fuck me there,” she said finally. “I’m ready, Sir.”

“Get your arms out in front of your head, Slave, and beg me to fuck your ass.”

“Master, if it pleases you Sir, please fuck my ass. It is ready for you Sir, And, I’m begging you to bugger me, Sir. I’m totally at your disposal.”

He thrust his thick cock into her rectum without warning. She let out a grunt and stiffened reflexively. He drove deep into her bowels and felt the muscles of her sphincter tighten around his shaft.

“You like being ass fucked in the ass, don’t you Slave?” he asked tauntingly.

“Yes, Master, I love pleasing you with my ass. I’m yours. I’ll please you with my ass whenever you want to use me Sir.”

Roger thought she sounded damned sincere; she liked being dominated and he liked dominating such a submissive and desirable girl.

“Now, Slave, it’s whip and climax time for you. In the future we’ll just call it WC time. Whip and climax. Whip and Climax. I whip you then I make you climax. WC. Whip and climax. That has a nice ring to it doesn’t it Slave?”

“Yes, Master, especially the climax part. I’ve never had a climax for you that you’ve approved of yet, Sir. I’d like that. I’m not too sure about the whipping part but that might be fun too. I’m at least ready to try if it pleases you, Sir,” she said.

Roger buckled each ankle in a thick leather cuff with several appropriately spaced ‘D’ rings. He attached each cuff to a set of companion chains hanging from the ceiling. When he turned on the wench, her body was pulled, upside down, toward the top of the room. Her hair just barely touched the floor. He then moved the chains laterally, away from each other, until her legs were spread wide apart.

He cuffed her wrists and attached the cuffs with chain to opposing walls in the room to pull them wide apart at shoulder level. To round off the arrangement, her circled a belt around her waist and pulled the belt tight, front and rear, to stabilize any bodily swing which might occur as her whipped her. She was not going to move in any direction in this strict bondage position; she was stretched taut and very exposed.

Patti looked terrified. “Talk about vulnerable,” she thought. She wanted to look up at him but she knew better. She would trust him. “Trust is what this is all about. Isn’t it?” she reasoned.

Roger moved to find a long, thin, horse whip. This one would more easily leave welts and hurt like hell over the next few days, he thought, not like the flat one he had in his car and used on her earlier. With one flick of his wrist, he let the whip split the air just for effect. It whistled as it passed her ear and Patti knew what damage it could do to her naked flesh. The next time he flicked the whip, he caught her just above the space where her ass met her legs. Not hard and not enough to leave a welt this time. But, she knew of the whip’s potential to hurt her and she was aroused.

Roger said, “Slave, you were not entirely candid in your discussion of your life’s experiences over dinner the other night were you?” He hit her again. “Now tell me, Slave, do you masturbate habitually?”

“Boy, he comes right to the point doesn’t he?” patty thought.

“No, master,” she said.

The whip flew at her arched ass and this one left a white line which would turn to a nasty welt. She gasped in unexpected pain.

“I mean yes, Master. I have fingered myself, but not since I’ve been your slave, Sir.

She didn’t even sound convincing to herself. The whip snapped hard against her ass once again. And she screamed again.

“What should I do to you if I find out you are finger fucking yourself without my permission, Slave?”

“Master, if I ever displease you, or if you just want to whip me to amuse yourself, this place does seem to have all the equipment you would need, Sir. But, given the awkward position I’m in right now, I wouldn’t want to suggest any specific discipline at all, Sir. You seem to have matters well in hand.”

“Have you fingered yourself for anyone else to see?”

There was a hesitation in her response and Roger brought the whip up sharply to meet her ass once again. She screamed again.

“Yes, Master, I may have but it was not intentional. I may have been seen by an old guy watching me with binoculars from across the street from our apartment when I was younger,” she said finally.

“Did the thought of having an audience excite you, Slave? Did it make your climax seem better for you?”

He hit her again, not waiting for an answer.

“Oh, Master, that really hurt. Yes, I guess I was excited by knowing that old man was watching me. I got a kick just knowing I could turn him on.”

“Do you watch yourself masturbate, Slave?”

“Yes, I do, Master. It helps me with my fantasies, Sir.”

“Have you ever fanaticized about being touched, kissed, or whipped by another woman, Slave?”

“That is the sixty-nine dollar question, Master. It all goes back to my fantasies.” She replied quickly hoping to avoid another stinging snap of the whip. “I do imagine being in situations where another woman sucks my nipples and has her tongue in my cunt, but, I don’t know for sure if I would really like all that in real life.”

That was as good of an answer as she had at the moment, even for herself.

“Slave, I want to know if you have known any other woman sex slaves. And, if you did, tell me about them.

The hesitation from Patti was too long and Roger hit her again. She just heaved against her tight bonds. He swept the whip again across her ass welting it once again. Whack! A third welt started to raise.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes, master! Please don’t it me again. I might know another slave girl, but I promised her I’d never tell anyone about her. She’s still in the closet so to speak.“

“Well, well, well,. Look who thinks she’s in a position to guard a secret from her Master. Let’s see how this is going to work. I’m going to whip you until you tell me the name of your friend. But, to make it interesting, I’m going to give you a choice. Do you want me to whip your exposed cunt with the flat whip I used before. Or, do you want me to start whipping your tits as you hang upside down with this single tail that has found a home on your ass so far tonight,” he said to her as he knelt down so he could be close to her head as she answered him.

“You will tell me, it’s just a matter of time,“ he said menacingly.

“Master, Master, Master. You a such a cruel man. I can’t win can I?’ she asked.

“Ok, with that attitude, I’ll just alternate whips,’” he said.

One snap was delivered to her right nipple. She shrieked in pain. Than after a few moments he struck her left nipple. And she howled again. Then he hit her sensitive cunt, which was spread before him like a pink flower, with the flat snapper. Now, Patti was aflame just about all over her body. He flipped the snapper easily on her cunt and clit; flipping it easily over and over again until she was screaming for a pattern of continuous pressure which would give her release.

Then a thought entered his head. He retrieved two vibrating dildo’s and sunk one deep into her now aching cunt and the other he held directly on her clit. In less that four seconds, Patti was writhing in a mixture of pain and orgasmic pleasure. He removed the dildos and flipped the snapper at her left and right tits again. Then went back to the dildos. This sequence lasted only a short while.

“Master, please Master stop the agony. I’ll tell you who she is. I’ll tell you all about her, I promise,” she shouted. Her sobs echoed in the chamber.

He loosened the leather straps which bound her arms and reversed the wench so she was lowered the floor. He wanted to look into her eyes to make sure he would get all of the nuisances of her story. Surely he could always string her back up if he felt she was not being entirely candid with him.