Day and Knight Volume I

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME I

Chapter # 4

Pattie tried to regain her composure after Roger had stretched her upside down, whipped her hard, and had fired up her cunt and clit with vibrating dildos. She now needed to be calm and clearly relate the secret which she had been keeping from him.

“Master, I was wrong to keep my secret from you. I was confused and conflicted because I had promised a dear friend that I would never reveal what I know about her. It shouldn’t have taken the whip to clear my mind on this. I should have trusted you with my secret from the beginning,” she said. “I’m terribly sorry. I can feel the welts on my ass and tits. My cunt is raw. I’ll remember from now on that I can’t have any secrets from you; this time will serve as a painful reminder that I need to be direct with you in everything, from now on.”

Roger looked at her sternly and motioned for her to get on with her story.

Patti then related how she had gone to the adult sex shop to get the whips Laurel had told her to buy many weeks ago. As she entered the shop she noticed two African-American women talking secretively to each other in the rear of the store. She had expected to see only men and was drawn to find out what these women were doing. As she got used to the surroundings, she managed to get a good look at the face and form of the older of the two woman and unexpectedly heard the familiar, but faint, voice of the younger woman. It was her dance partner, Susan Knight.

Neither of the women seemed to notice Patti and in fact seemed quite into themselves talking in hushed, but decidedly animated, and intimate tones. Quite suddenly, Susan lifted her head and noticed Patti for the first time. She seemed startled to see her and quickly gave her a not-so- subtle signal to keep away from her and her friend. Patti got the message and backed off.

The next time they were alone, Patti asked Susan why she was so edgy in the shop. Susan hedged for a few moments then shyly she said that she and the other woman had known each other for years. They had come to the shop to buy some bondage things.

The other woman was a few years older than she was and had come to New York from their small town in Georgia to establish a fine restaurant specializing in gourmet Southern food. Susan had followed the woman to the city in the hope of finding work as a dancer which she ultimately did at Roget’s Musical Review.

As Patti pressed for more detail, Susan reluctantly revealed that she had a special relationship with the women and, in fact, they were lovers.

Patti was intrigued about the special relationship Susan had with her lover and sensed that the two women had a bond that was more complex than met the eye. The purchase of bondage gear seemed a sure give away.

This thought kept creeping back to Patti’s consciousness. She couldn’t let go of her curiosity but she didn’t want to ask Susan any more questions since she felt Susan wasn’t ready to get into more detail about her private life at that time.

Over the course of weeks, Patti had learned the name of the restaurant Susan’s lover owned and went there one day to have dinner and to scratch the itch she had about the pair. She found that the women’s name was Brenda Fuller. Brenda was a very fashionable lady, with a youthful figure and a lovely face. There was nothing in evidence to suggest her sexual preference on the night of her dinner visit but she did notice that all of the staff at the restaurant were women and that they were particularly solicitous of her.

The restaurant was on the lower level of a nice stone three story building. Each floor was adorned with stylish iron grates over the windows; not uncommon in the area. Peculiarly, she thought, that only women were coming and going from the main door to the house; black women all, and all were well dressed.

Susan had let it be known that she lived with Brenda in her house; it was her permanent residence. She had said that, in total, there were seven women living there. Patti continued to question Susan and Susan realized that Patti would not give up asking questions until she came clean.

Upon securing a promise of secrecy, she told Patti that she was not only Brenda’s lover but was really her love slave and committed to being submissive to her. She added that she was really only one of the two love slaves Brenda dominated. The other four women were two lesbian lover couples, all fashion models. The residents were perfectly satisfied and secure in their arrangements.

“If I find out more, Master, I’ll tell you as soon as I can. But, frankly, I’m in a bit of a quandary. I really think I owe it to Susan to tell her I broke a confidence. I’m weirded out as to just how to tell Susan that I broke my promise to her,” she said.

“Let me think on that Slave. In the meantime, don’t mention what we’ve just discussed or what happened here tonight to anyone.”

All of this was Roger’s shock for the day, and it gave him some ideas for the future.

“For the moment, I want to get some healing cream on your welts. Go and lay face up on that leather table over there. Spread your legs and use your fingers to open the outer lips of you cunt lips for me. Don‘t worry, I‘m not going to put cream inside you.”

Patti, as usual, was compliant. Roger did spend a great deal of time fingering her cunt and rubbing her clit. Patti moaned and groaned in anticipation and unrealized sexual tension. Then Roger, in a burst of generosity, applied the two vibrating dildos; one on her clit and one in her cunt. He gave her permission to cum. And, she did. As a reward, he sat atop her tits and had her suck him dry. And, she did that too.

“Now, Slave, keep your legs spread, and lift your ass with your hands. Get your shoulders back and under you as far as you can so your tits are as high as possible.”

He applied oil and healing cream to each welt on her full breasts. He pulled her nipples aggressively and massaged her waist, legs, and feet. He was thrilled at the feel of her skin and of the response she gave to his ministrations. Then he turned her over and massaged her back, arms and ass. The welts on her ass were sensitive and she whined a bit as he moved his hand over them roughly.

“He really is having such a good time with me,” she thought. And, laying here willingly, cheerfully, and submissively exposed to his touch and his overexcited eyes, is a real turn-on. It could easily become habit forming for me. He must know that I now have balance in my life when I think of him.”

Patti was not aware that the eye of the camera caught all the action. Roger was sure Laurel would be aroused when she saw it. In fact, he was sure he would get almost much sexual excitement watching the video as he had in person.

Pattie looked at herself in the mirror and saw the vision of a very provocative hooker from the streets of the Rue St Denis in Paris. She had walked down the center of this street many times in the evenings during her summer abroad after she had graduated high school. She remembered that amazing street because, while it was only four or five blocks long, with streets running off of it, there were hundreds of girls of every nationality, color, size and perversion every step of the way down the sides of the Rue and all were displaying the most generous sampling of what they had to offer. Her memories stimulated her to produce added flow to her already sopping cunt.

She had a very wanton look as she pranced down the stone steps naked toward the car. A look that said, ‘Boy you look great. You took what he gave out in style and are ready to come back for more.’ That thought may not have been a reflection of submission but it sure was true.

Her welts were soothed by the cool leather of the car as they drove back to the city. He told her not to touch herself anywhere during the return trip but to keep her hands under her ass. She let the wind and her mind do all the stimulating she needed.

“Between now and when we have our next session, I want you to go shopping for custom fitted slave attire and bondage gear with Laurel. We will pay for the items, including shoes and boots. What you select should be items you want us to train you in and discipline you with. Make sure all items are custom tailored to your body. Got it?”

“Yes Master. I’ll get with Laurel at once.”

“This should be exciting,” she thought. She had no idea.

Before they reached the main intersection, he stopped and got a raincoat out of the trunk for her. When they reached the street where she lived, he kissed her on the mouth huskily and slipped his hands inside the coat so he could twist each nipple savagely.

He made her walk the half square from the corner of her block to the front door of her apartment. “Strut you stuff, Slave. Expect my next call soon,” he called out to her.

“You are dynamite. I’ll never quite get used to seeing you only as the snappy little dancer at the club anymore,” he thought to himself.”

Roger had given her a fairly decent training session. He knew Patti had a lot to learn and he would bring Laurel into the next phase of her submissive preparation process especially the purchase of erotic clothing and training for the various submissive positions he had in mind for her.

And, he was already planning how Susan Knight and her mistress might be involved as well.

End of Chapter # 4 of the 8 Chapters comprising Volume I