"Barring Any Injuries"

A fellow runs a very special bar.

Introductions and Chapter One

It seemed to me as though this town would be a good place to start a new bar. There was lots of money coming in from the planned new Spaceport being built on the old Strategic Air Command base, both construction workers and military. The city is growing pretty well in the westerly direction, but most of the established business is in the older, 72nd Street neighborhood. The 300 block seemed a good start; lots of restaurants and clubs around. We'd have a small kitchen for appetizers and pizza and such, but no fancy menu. The guys here before me had one of those, and died a prolonged death. It might have been at the hands of their investors; they lost a lot of cash trying to keep it afloat. I took over the shell of a building with a kitchen and little else.

The town was changing, so I felt it might be a place for something a little cutting-edge. The contractor who was remodeling for me looked at the architect, who looked at me, with the same "you've got to be kidding" glance. "Just follow the plans, gentlemen, and remember, the bonus is for beating the completion date. And the penalties start the next day." I've been dealing with contractors since I've been in short pants, it seems; the universal language of 'money' always talks louder than words.

Okay, I know. 'Where did the money come from for this kind of place?Õ Everyone asks me the same question. Some of it was from my former mother-in-law, a world traveler before she married the father-in-law who was a retailer and tighter than a horse's asshole in fly season. When she finally stopped bugging the wife and me, i.e. 'went to her reward', I decided to take what she left us and do something that would shock and disgust all the rest of the relatives. And at the same time fill a niche here that was untouched by anyone else in town. If the MIL was imitating a hamster wheel in her coffin, so much the better. The only sad thing was that she took my wife with her when she missed that curve.

The first problem came with the building inspector, of course. He noticed what the blueprints called "decorative fixtures" actually were working models of the various items required. I looked blankly at him and said, "Does it really matter? A little realism helps sell a place like this." He shook his head and we sat to discuss it. $15,000 later, we were approved. Similar transactions with the police and liquor folks, along with a sincere promise to have bouncers who really COULD, and an iron-clad guarantee against any growth in the local DUI problem solved the problems. None of them saw the extension to the basement behind the storage bins; after all, I DID want to open. And the mayor, who stated he would be a regular, told me that was the way to go. It didnÕt hurt that the local Don was an old friend of the family either.

Fire inspection was a bit of a hassle, but having gone through full consultation with a major company on it won him over. As did my barmaid, helping him explore the darker corners of the basement when I was 'too busy'. She, um, 'handled' matters well. The day before we opened, Hizzonor the mayor Jim Smith himself graced our premises with his presence. I took him through ALL the facility, and he was impressed. Astrid the barmaid assisted him in trying out some of the lighter-duty equipment, and before we knew it, she was down on her knees in rather an unusual way, 'worshiping' the slimy politico's manhood. Being party-head (youÕll excuse the inadvertent pun) in a one-party town gave him the pull to assure the inspectors would not bother us as long as we kept the place running clean, and guarantees of regular contributions to the 'Widows and Orphans Fund" made sure I had a little control over the matter. That and the lovely video, in gorgeous HD living color stereo, of him getting his hummer that morning was the little extra insurance I wanted. (A while later, he tried to squeeze me for cumshaw above and beyond the agreement: a visit to his office with a DVD of several events where his face was awfully (and appropriately) red encouraged him to not get greedy. He got an annual increase on the amount, linked with inflation rates for goodness sake. But that's a much longer story, for another time.)

Opening day was interesting. All day we had folks wandering in to find out what kind of business "Barring Any Injuries" was. They saw the very classy, low-key exterior and plush landscaping; I believe they were under the impression it was a fine dining restaurant. Once they saw the "decorative fixtures", their minds were changed and most beat a hasty retreat. But some were more curious, and stayed for a drink at least. Some caught on right away, and decided that those private booths with curtains were a nice idea. We also had quite a few invited guests for that first night. As hard as it was to acquire a mailing list, I had managed to contact every member of all the local BDSM and D/s groups (within about 100 miles, anyway); folks with an avowed interest in my kind of place. There were lots of leather and rubber folks too, and they were informed of the large dressing rooms just inside the front doors, which would allow them to get into whatever kind of dress they wished. As it was a private business, they were told, they could dress however they wished. And with their areas of interest, I knew that an open dress policy, the auditorium, the playrooms, and most of all the privacy due to the soundproofing and sound deadening would be features that would draw them in. Business upstairs would just be the gravy on the mashed potatoes, so to speak.

I expected about a hundred guests the first day; it turned out to be a thousand plus. Most would never know about the specialty rooms downstairs, or the staff artists who worked upstairs, either. To assure our capability to stay in business, we had a 'private entry' for the VIP's like the Chief of Police, the Mayor, and the local Archbishop. We employed lots of pretty people up there to meet their needs and desires. Those personally delivered, free passes for local bigwigs really helped us stay heads-up in the business.

The one screw-up on opening day was one I should have expected, I suppose. There was so much activity on all three public and semi-public floors of the club that I didn't have enough security to watch the cameras. A couple careful hires later in the week made sure that clientele would be safe and anonymous, and that my staff had about 4-second response time if they cried 'Hey, Rube!"

Grand openings are a pain in the ass. I've done too many, and worked too damn hard on every one. This one was different, but not enough to make it easy. I had overstaffed to make sure we were covered (and a good thing, too, as I mentioned above). My job was making with the glad-hand with everyone walking in, and dealing with shocked little old ladies as well as folks in leather and lace.

There are lots of interesting people who patronize "B.A.I."; we'll introduce them as we tell our stories. These are our "house" characters. You'll see them participating in the tales to be told:

First thereÕs me, of course. IÕm Chuck Phillips, 50-ish, graying at the temples. IÕve got thirty years in business operations, but this is my first time in this town. IÕm open for the occasional playtime, but with staff, mostly.

Next would be Chief Bartender Jim Schultz, 28, powerfully built, dark hair and eyes, with a mysterious air about him.  He is interested in the ladies, and they in him.

Head Bouncer is Lance Fitz, who is well over 21. He is a man mountain, perhaps 6'8" or so, about 400 pounds. He is a former Olympic wrestler, and could be defined as Òdeath on two feet.Ó

He can be as gentle as needed, but won't take no for an answer. He is the stereotypical person of few words.

Dining Room Manager Grace Holbeck is next; she's barely on the sunny side of 40, but looks 25. She is professional at keeping the service fast and outstanding. The crop she carries helps a lot.

Astrid Murphy, barmaid extraordinaire. She makes drinks, washes dishes, waits tables, and works a room upstairs (as needed). Sometimes she participates in the occasional show downstairs. She is 23, blonde, blue-eyed, full-figured and sensuous as they come. And she does, frequently.

"Mom" no last name. She is head of security for the establishment. Looks like a grandma, knows four of the martial arts along with dockside and kill-quick fighting. Weight? Maybe 135 and can lift me over her head. She takes care of "our kids" with an eye on safety first, then customer satisfaction. It is amazing to many, but she can read the guests with an amazing degree of accuracy; none of our people have ever been hurt. A few soon-to-be-former customers were, though.

"Jake the Executioner" or so he was known. In charge of facilities downstairs, both obvious and hidden. He is the jack-of-all-trades, head of maintenance, chief stagehand, lighting expert, and equipment usage consultant. And he can rig a scene or wield a mean whip, too.

The Twins, Pat and Dale, run the dressing/costuming rooms. It is rather unclear which is which, or which gender either is. Experts in outfitting for any occasion; they keep a huge variety of costumery in perfect and sanitary state. They are tough as nails about people using safe practices, and are popular with customers, but they can be awfully spooky.

Well, that's the place. Hope you can find time to visit now and again; we're here to serve.

SECTION 2

Sbbe

Sbbe stood looking at the closed door until she realized sheÕd forgotten to breath. She took a deep breath in and still smelled him. She blushed, ÒHeÕs old enough to be your father,Ó she murmured and turned. The room was beautifully decorated, rich colors, pleasing. The man didnÕt scrimp on his people; that was a very good sign.

She paced the length of the room looking around curiously. She knew she couldnÕt stay here forever, and she needed to work off this energy. Sbbe reached out, touching the doorknob and let the reality hit her. She was staying in a whorehouse, a very kinky, exclusive whorehouse. Suddenly she realized what Mistress and slut wanted of her earlier. She felt her face heat up; sheÕd never even considered the more violent side of sex.

Sbbe had lost her virginity in the backseat of a four-door pickup after a school dance. She was no stranger to sex, but sheÕd never really gotten what it was that she was supposed to see in it. To her it was just what was required of her. Her mother had told her it was something a woman had to put up with to satisfy menÕs needs and for the privilege of having children.

The hall was empty as she stepped out, looking right and left. The stairway down let some of the sounds drift up. She heard laughter and it made her entire body relax. She deserved a little fun, as the events with Cato had made her very tense for too long today.

The lounge wasnÕt as empty as it had been just a few moments before. As she slipped up to the bar and sat, a beautiful buxom woman smiled at her. ÒWhat can I get you? I was told to keep an eye out for you. IÕm Brigid and the guy at the end there is Jim.Ó Her gentle smile made Sbbe immediately comfortable.

ÒWine,Ó Sbbe said, Òsomething light.Ó Brigid nodded and walked away.

SbbeÕs thoughts were drifting through all the experiences of recent days, and realized she still felt the weight of the anklet Cato had given her last week. She leaned over trying to free it a few times, but again and again it refused to leave her ankle. She tried to pay Brigid for the wine, but she shook her head. ÒYou are being treated by the boss, so donÕt bother trying to spend any money here.Ó

ÒThanks,Ó she said quickly as Brigid rushed off. She took a sip, set her purse beside the glass, and leaned over to try one more time to free herself of CatoÕs jewelry.

Sasha

"Lance, you and I have to get rid of that Neon. I'll check the inside for personal stuff and you get rid of the plates."

The car's' papers were in the glove box, sunglasses, oh...and a slew of matchbooks. A couple of lipsticks in the cup holder. What's this? A condom wrapper. Hell, I knew she wasn't a virgin.

Lance took off, and I followed him and gave him a ride back. Then I paged the boss.

"I'm in my office. I need you."

When I walked into the office it was plain to see boss had a stiffy. It's nice to be needed.

Chuck

The late-evening rush had just subsided when I got the "39" page, and I went into my office. A quiet start to the day had led to many things, including a new orphan to care for... but the surfeit of lovely ladies was having its effect on me. Especially that 'barely out of her teens' slave the woman had brought in just before close had given me some truly exciting day-dreams. I had put thought into the many ways of enjoying the condition, and had remembered the best hummer I'd had... glad as hell I had instructed Sasha to page me. Got there just before she did, and she caught me before I had managed to duck behind the desk. Damn.

"Er, Hi, Sasha. Everything go OK with the dump job? Lance sent me a 'mission complete' code, so I know you're done. I hope you had no problem working with him?" She answered as I thought she would, because Lance looks like Mr. Hyde, but inside is Dr. Jekyll.

"I'm not one to request special services from an employee... and I know you aren't an 'artiste' like the folks on the second floor, but I just wondered..."

Sasha smiled her dazzling white teeth at me, and walked towards me. Putting an outstretched hand in the middle of my chest, she pushed me back into the desk chair. After a quiet, "No problem, boss... I'd love to," she knelt down and repeated the performance she had put on in the construction shack a while back.

She looked in my eyes deeply, every minute. I swear the woman can see into people's souls. Getting busy with the spin-off of the Oldest Profession, she quickly took care of my need. It only seemed to take a million years. After which I fell hundreds of miles and finally returned to Earth.

We moved to the big couch on one side of the room... and I knelt to return the favor, over her protests. Her sleek thighs parted under the slightest of pressures... and I beheld her secret place with joy and anticipation. It really excites me to assist a lady to a few O's, and I got quite excited again as she rolled through a series of waves. When we finally eased off, I slid next to her and kissed her, gently, and thanked her for her efforts.

"Our pleasure," she answered, and we both laughed. "I'd better shower and clean up before I head for home... my puppy will wonder what I was doing." Hugging me and giving me a peck on the cheek, she rushed out.

I was left standing in the middle of my office, wondering at the strength of the woman in so many ways. And at her beauty.

Chuck        

It had been an interesting day, as most are in my business. The Senator from out East had surprised me with her needs, but according to Mom's ÔearÕ in the dungeon, she and Bill were having a good old time. Well, *she* was, anyway.

I wandered into the lounge upstairs now that all the downstairs guests were gone, and the basement guests were set up to party most of the night. They were the ones who partied *behind* the wall, and our Doc was down there to prevent any serious, unintended outcomes. In addition to her watchdog status, she had some piercing to attend to while there, that could not be trusted to one of the standard vanilla neighborhood shops.

It surprised me to see our guest bent over at the bar, fussing with something on her ankle. I slid up quietly behind her, and knelt to help. The anklet I thought to be jewelry turned out to be a damn well made GPS tracer! Fortunately, the anti-spying materials I had built into the third floor shielded it pretty well. I pulled out my pocketknife and the screwdriver end finally got the device free. I looked up at the girl and said, "Sbbe, this is a GPS tracer. I'll leave it to you what you want to do with it, but I'm taking the battery out so there won't be any immediate concerns. So you know, the last minute it worked was when you stepped into the door; anyone looking for you would have seen you disappear." I straightened up and sat down at the bar on the stool next to hers.

"Brigid? A Guinness, very cold, and a frozen mug please." I turned to Sbbe and smiled. "Glad you managed to roust yourself out for a while. And with that thing, " indicating the anklet, "out of the way, you should have a little peace of mind." We both drank for a few minutes, lost in thought; she deeply considering the wine in her glass, me enjoying the dark power of the brew while looking at her out of the corner of my eye and wondering why that emotional wall around her was so strongly built and so high. There was a tale to be told, I was sure. But 'softly, softly, catchee monkey' as the saying goes. Not the right time for prying... just for the occasional exploration.

Our drinks were gone; the remains of that wonderful Irish foam still clinging to the inside of the glass. It took me a long time to think about just how I was going to ask her the question I wanted to. Time to grasp the nettle, I guess.

"Do you like walking in the moonlight? It's mighty nice up in the roof garden, and it's plenty warm tonight." I really hoped I had read her right. Laughing at myself inside, as this was the first time in twenty-some years I was nervous around a woman. But she seemed special, somehow.

Sbbe

I turned having forgotten in my deep thoughts that Chuck was sitting next to me. ÒChuck IÕd love to but could I ask you a question first?Ó I watched him nod. ÒCato knows IÕm here; are you sure your people arenÕt in danger? I donÕt want anyone getting hurt because IÕm too afraid to face my demons.Ó

I let him help me to my feet and pull me into another hug. I couldnÕt help myself as I melted against him, again taking a deep breath. ÒIÕd like that walk,Ó I murmured into his ear, letting him turn and lead me out. HeÕd answer me in his own time, and time was about the only thing I had at the moment. Maybe the fresh air would clear my mind to help me decide exactly what I needed to do. Life was such a tangled mess!

I looked around and chuckled, ÒGuilty of thinking too hard, I donÕt even remember getting here.Ó He smiled and walked me to the tall edge of the building. ÒIt always amazes me,Ó I glanced up at him as he stood looking down at me. ÒItÕs so beautiful at night, it hides all the dirt and nastiness, but at the same time itÕs the most dangerous. My father and I used to watch storms come in.Ó I hesitated and looked out over the sparkling city.

ÒChuck I watched storms come in from the penthouse at the Grant building,Ó which made me chuckle because IÕd surprised him. ÒIÕm the daughter of Leslie Grant. The one the tabloids donÕt talk about because she doesnÕt go around drinking and doing drugs. IÕm the one whoÕs spent her life doing what she was supposed to do. IÕm the one who dated who she was told to date and look where *that* got me.Ó I turned and laughed loudly again. ÒWhat is it about you that keeps causing me to talk? Tell me about you.Ó

My hand reached out for his, then I stepped in and reached up placing my hands on his shoulders. I met his eyes and lifted my chin, but still couldnÕt reach his lips so I just smiled. ÒIÕd like to kiss you Chuck.Ó

Chuck

She flowed into my arms for a hug, then wanted that walk in the moonlight. It was a good night for it; warm, for spring, with a clear bright moon. She moved against me, and asked for a kiss. Suddenly I realized how short and slender she was... and I gladly met her lips with mine. Warm and deep, our breath shared and tongues exploring together. It took a while for the kiss to end, by which time neither of us wanted to separate.

I kept my arm around her as we wandered over to a double lounge chair, taking places next to each other.

"You ask lots of questions, Miss Grant, and they all deserve answers. I grew up as a good Catholic boy in a major city, pretty naive and honest. As I wandered from town to town and job-to-job, I met lots of nice people, among whom was a young lady who showed me the ways of the flesh. She introduced me to bondage, joy-houses, and so on. I bought a ticket in one of the state lotteries and was surprised to be one of those few lucky people who won half of a huge jackpot. $136 million dollars turned into $87 million after Uncle Sugar took his piece and the state grabbed theirs. I did the usual, spend and travel and buy for a while, until I got bored. Then I sat down and did what the good Sisters used to tell us to do in any tough situation: meditate on the matter. I guess I'd outgrown the church but not the wisdom of those dear old ladies.

"Well, I tossed the idea around about what I could do that would help the most people. So I started doing two things. First of all, I opened a small used car lot, and sold honest wheels at a fair price. When someone is down on his luck, the greatest need is a decent car. There's one in every big town now, usually advertised only by word-of-mouth. ItÕs the best place in town to get a good car, they say. And it damn well is, because I subsidize the lots with a strict rule never to make a profit, and to be sure every car is 100% mechanically perfect. You'd be surprised how hard it is

to get honest managers and salesmen. But I pay 'em better than they could make elsewhere, and my local managers look for the guys at other dealers who just can't make it because they are "too honest."

"Next, I opened this place because the other problem people have is that society represses too many people. Here you can come in and have a good, safe time, no chance of disease because my people are checked weekly and coached by the Doc in keeping safe. My prices go from 'subsidized' for a number of folks to 'all the trade will bear' for those who can afford it. I work quietly to back honest politicians, when I can find one. I give cash to folks who have good ideas and can't find investors. Remember that little do-hickey that looks like a figure 8 made of rubber with all kinds of grippers inside the circles, to help folks open jars? That's one I backed. The guy in the Southwest, getting ready to fly folks into space in private spaceships is one I support. 'Doctors without Borders' is another one I help out, and it was partly my idea that Mr. Gates and his bride support the AIDS fight... though he can afford lots more than I can.

"Now my place here is just for fun, too. I need someplace I can just be an average Joe, and rub elbows with regular guys. This berg is one hung-up town, but we'll have an effect here."

I mused a bit, laying back and looking at a cloud drifting across the moon. "You aren't a project of mine, Sbbe. Just someone who needed helping. And a damn pretty someone." I turned to her, and kissed her once again. She was less willing to break apart this time, and the kiss led to other things. Each step was gradual, and seemed to just lead to the next logically.

Her responses concerned me; she was just following along, passively. I decided to see what would happen if she was just about forced into pleasure; I leaned down between her legs and worshiped her pearl for a while. Getting anything but a mechanical response was tough... I kept a finger on her femoral artery to monitor her pulse a little.

After just about everything I could think of, she suddenly seemed to break out of whatever was holding her back, and crashed into a massive, powerful orgasm. Crying out, shuddering, she came massively under my tongue's teasing. She reached out and pulled me close, nearly bruising me with the power of her embrace. My mind raced, trying to figure out why. The girl was no virgin if she was one of Cato's women. But it was almost as though she had never had an orgasm before!

I held her close, just rubbing her and soothing her with occasional kisses. She then managed to surprise and shock me for the first time in a hell of a while. "Was that... normal?" she asked.

Sbbe

Oh my gawd was all she could think, it felt like her entire body was alive and ready for another round of what ever had happened. Sex had never been like this before. ÒChuck could weÉcould we do more? That was wonderful!Ó Sbbe felt so excited she forgot to be worried at what she was doing and saying. She looked up into his eyes and realized how forward she was being.

Kitty

Kitty followed her Master into the basement of the new club and peeked around. It was wonderfully full of exciting toys. She was careful not to let herself be distracted; Master wouldnÕt be happy. His booted feet stopped and she positioned herself in the correct spot. He was talking to a group of men she didnÕt know. She hoped heÕd use her for his pleasure tonight. It was possible that he would use one of the girls already here.

ÒKiel, what a pretty little waif you have with you tonight. Is she one of your regular girls?Ó Kitty didnÕt move; she knew she was in just the position Master would want.

ÒKitty is my special little pet. She travels with me now. Kitty present yourself.Ó

Kitty gracefully stepped forward to her Masters left side, then knelt and touched her forehead to the floor. She gracefully returned to vertical as she interlaced her fingers behind her neck, her knees spread, and toes holding her upright. Her chin was raised but her eyes downcast. Kitty could see in her mindÕs eye just exactly they were seeing. Master kept her toned; she was dressed in a pretty little blue baby doll that had been under her simple blue dress. She wore her matching blue leather collar (heÕd selected the taller one with studs on the outside and inside). Her wrist- and ankle-bands matched the leather, also studded. Her new nametag in the shape of a heart rested gently against her throat. She felt so proud that he would allow her to show off; it helped her wait patiently for his next command.

Chuck

I took Sbbe's hand. "More of that is always in order, Ma'am. But let's go down to my room; I'd much rather enjoy your pleasures in more comfortable surroundings." I helped her straighten her outfit, and held her close while we walked down the stairs towards what looked to be an evening of pleasure.

Mom

I saw some action in the private part of the basement start happening; likely that party Grace had booked for tonight. The boss was off-duty, so Grace and Brigid were down there. Brigid was in full fetish outfit tending bar, Grace in her leathers with a coiled whip on one hip and a tawse on the other.

Grace had accepted the group on recommendation from some regulars. They were a bunch of well-heeled folks whose fortunes were based on the railroad expansions and thieving of Native American lands from 125 years ago. Now that money was 'clean', having been sanitized by time. The attitude towards the law, however, had been handed down from father to son.

I worked a few controls on the security board, closing off the darkened kitchen and main room, as well as most of the second floor. The only lit room was with Marta, who was entertaining one of our regulars. She would have a sore bottom in the morning, but the guy was a good tipper. Some of that "Political Action Committee" money, no doubt, and, yup, there he was practicing some 'trickle-down economics'. I grinned, wryly.

Some of the action in the basement was beginning, and one of the staff was fastened to a horse. Not serious or suffering yet, but enough to sharpen my attentions. I would watch, oh, yes. Putting all the basement cameras on the main screen, they were rotating every fifteen seconds or so. If one of the guests stepped over the line, a couple of the security people would suddenly pop out of the walls, as the boss was serious about the four-second response time when the call of "Hey, Rube!" went out. Jake, the MC of the basement, was moving about too, fetching needs and readying the stage for the official program starting in a few minutes. He carried a panic button too, and knew a few tricks, just in case.

Sbbe

I wonder if she should feel differently about what is about to happen. I just met this guy, but heÕd done wonderful things to my body. After all, I slept with Cato once or twice but only after weÕd gotten into a serious relationship. But I just want to do this!

Glancing around, I was surprised ChuckÕs room was so plan and simple; it wasnÕt plush or fetish decorated like the rest of the club. There was a large bookshelf and I drifted toward it with his hand still in mine.

Chuck

She glanced at the titles on my bookshelves. Plato. Jefferson. Heinlein. Varley. Voltaire. One entire shelf of leather-bound ÔclassicsÕ. An interesting and varied collection, and I kept adding to it. One of these days, IÕd have to go through them again and make room for the new John Scalzi books.

One small twist of my wrist and she found herself buried up in my arms. ÒYou sure?Ó I asked with a little smile.

Sbbe laughed and threw her arms around my neck. ÒShow me what I can do for you. I want to make you feel just as wonderful as youÕve made me feel.Ó

Kitty

Master Kiel kept her waiting as he spoke about the wonderful accommodations with his friends. She saw his foot shift in the stand motion and gracefully obeyed finding her place behind him and to his right. He walked toward a beautiful young man strapped to the horse. An Amazonian woman was speaking to him, whispering in his ear. His bottom was already a very pretty shade of pink. The woman held an old fashioned wooden paddle in her hand.

Kitty heard a little squeal and saw a very young woman being tied too tightly to a Saint Andrews cross in the corner. The man binding her slapped her face roughly and swore at her. Kitty immediately felt her Masters hand drop to her arm and pull her forward. He lifted her chin and looked her in the eyes. ÒThey will take care of it, IÕve heard good things from my associates.Ó

ÒYes Master,Ó she said respectfully. Kitten couldnÕt help but smile at his awareness of her feelings and concern.

He stroked her cheek, ÒWould my Kitten like to show them how itÕs done properly?Ó

She felt her smile broaden a bit more and nodded. ÒYes Master.Ó

ÒGood Kitten.Ó

Sasha

"Bam, bam, bam bam bam!"

It sounded like someone's head was banging against the wall. Rudely roused from my sleep, I ran out into the hallway and saw Mom had grabbed a john by the scruff of the neck and was literally kicking his ass all the way down the stairs.

"Need any help?" I yelled.

"No! I got this asshole under control. Go get some clothes on and get down to the basement. Grace and Brigid bit off a little more than they could chew."

That meant I was dungeon master for the night. What fun! Where was that leather corset with zippers? Ah...it still looks great. I'll wear it with my black boots. Let me scruff up my hair with a little gel and put on some glow in the dark lipstick.

As I approached the basement steps, I could hear the sound of whips accompanied by appropriate moaning. Clippity clop sounds meant some pony people were there too. I love pony play.

The room was dark. Someone was holding court at the Saint Andrew's cross, strapping a little blonde.

Brigid had someone on the horse and there was a line of willing subs waiting their turn. They were each holding a Cosmopolitan Martini, her favorite drink.

I saw Master Kiel come in with his pet. Boss introduced me to them last time they were here.

"Good evening, Master Kiel."

"Hello Sasha. Are you the dungeon keeper tonight?"

"Yes I am."

Meanwhile my eyes scan the room, keeping track of the players.

"Is the other St. Andrew's cross in use?" he asked.

"No sir. It's on the other side of the room, to the left of the horse. "

Jake The Executioner

Damn, party's barely started and some asshole has to make trouble. I walked over to the cross and tapped the guy on the shoulder, catching his arm on the backswing.

"What the fuck do you want?" the brute snarled at me.

"Buddy, brutality is not allowed here. The document you signed before being allowed into the club stated that clearly, and *you* signed that you understood. Now tone it down, or you will be kicked out of here most harshly, after one of our security people does the same to you that you are doing to her. And it will be in front of everyone in the room. Naked. And then you will be dumped, naked, on the city hall lawn, with your clothes across the street. That is, the other side of the freeway. Catch on? This is a place for fun and gentility, proper exchange of power and proper respect for those caring enough to surrender. Anything worse is not allowed." I'm not a big guy, but I knew Mom would have a few of Lance's crew who were just a quick wall-passage away behind me. I glanced up at the closest camera, and saw the red light wink at me. "Now why not take a short break, get a Coke for the lady and some coffee for yourself, and relax a bit? I'll help the lady down and take her to one of the corner tables."

He stared into my eyes, and I could see the stressed-out look just drain away from him. "You're right, I just got carried away." He turned to the girl. "Holly, I'll get you a coke, and we can sit for a minute. I'm sorry, I just lost it..." He looked almost as though he was going to cry for a minute, then he kissed the girl and moved towards Brigid at the bar.

The girl looked down from the cross as I freed her from the straps. "Thank you, sir," she said. "He's never harsh like that; I think he just got carried away." She looked embarrassed. "Thanks for the help."

I smiled at her, "Nothing to it, Miss. Now scoot!" and I swatted her fanny. A positive outcome to a situation that could have been sticky. Grace caught my eye; she had been ready to back me up. She smiled and nodded to me, and then turned to the fellow I had interrupted to chat with him. Later on, I saw Holly back on the cross, and Grace coaching him on flogger usage. Just one more event in the daily operations of my dungeon.

Sasha

"Hi Jake. Say that asshole looked familiar. Wasn't he here a couple of weeks ago with another bimbo?"

He scratched his head, "I don't remember. After awhile, all assholes start to look alike!"

We laughed long and hard. Jake is gay. 

We made small talk, but I had my eye on Master Kiel and his sweet sub. She was all spun sugar sweet and country-butter fresh. There were telltale bruises from some prior play.

He strapped her onto the cross while speaking to her gently. She was blushing the whole time. She was dwarfed by the sheer size of the apparatus.

Then, I heard him ask, "Does kitty want some milk?"

Chuck

Sbbe was sweet and loving, and after checking her wishes a couple extra times, we had gone to my quarters and closed the door. We were perfectly private, except for Mom, of course. And short of drug interrogation, that privacy was absolute.

I softened the lights, and offered a beverage to her. She was anxious about wishing to please me, so I slowed her down some. There was no hurry. We undressed each other gently, getting the giggles once when a zipper got stuck. Finally down to nothing, we explored each otherÕs bodies with tongue and fingers and lips, learning the new familiar territory. Sbbe was very inexperienced, so we took it slowly and enjoyed every minute together.

Finally spreading her thighs after teasing her to a few more orgasms, I saw her wetness and her readiness and took her, gently. Moving to humanity's oldest dance, we spent an interminable time pleasuring each other in every way, finally crashing over the top and falling into a deep sleep together. Twice more during the night we shared joy, and woke to soft sunlight in my North-facing window.

"Enjoy yourself, Sbbe?" I inquired as we shared a leisurely shower in my admittedly hedonistic bath.

Kitty

ÒOh master please,Ó I whispered at the offer. He laughed and smiled reaching out stroking my cheek.

ÒMake me proud and IÕll let you enjoy that special treat.Ó

I felt that rush of lust that always seemed to overwhelm me when he ordered me to make him proud. He knew from past experience that she would, it couldnÕt be helped. Her limits were clear to her Master, and he nudged her just a bit further each time they played. I wore my marks proudly, and my clothing choices had turned to wearing slightly exposing outfits so just a bit more would tease anyone bold enough to watch the gentle swish of her skirts.

I moaned gently as he slowly unlaced the shoulder straps on my light blue nightgown. Just the gentle flow of the roomÕs air drifting across my body was arousing. ÒKitty,Ó Master spoke as he snapped his fingers in front of my face. ÒHere girl, center on your Master.Ó I guess I had been daydreaming.

Fighting the overwhelming euphoria that tried to cut me off from Master, I met his eyes. ÒTonight?Ó I didnÕt understand for a moment as he lifted a thin willow rod. My eyes widened as the intensity of the question washed over me. I wasnÕt leaning over a horse in MasterÕs basement; I was standing firmly strapped to a St. Andrews cross with my front at his mercy.

ÒYes Master,Ó I answered firmly.

ÒYou trust me Kitty?Ó I nodded.

ÒAlways, my Master.Ó It surprised me to hear approving murmurs from the group gathering. IÕd forgotten anyone else was even there.

Sbbe

Sbbe rolled over and kissed Chucks cheek. ÒThat was so wonderful.Ó She liked the way he smiled back up at her. ÒWhat did you mean about a dungeon?Ó

Chuck

We laid, luxuriating in the glow of the early morning light. "Hmm? Dungeon? Well I showed you the dungeon room last night. Did you want to... look at it more closely? You might find some new sensations you have yet to experience." I watched her face closely, to search out her reactions. This young woman never had someone care about HER pleasure in bed before last night. It had absolutely been something to watch.

I grabbed my intercom phone and hit "0", Mom answered at once. "How's the party going? All calm?"

She was calm and confident, and just about ready to finish her shift. "All OK, boss. One minor circumstance, handled by Jake with Grace and Brigid. I called Sasha to help for a minute, but things calmed down quickly enough. Just a reminder, you've got a second interview for Kitchen at 11..."

I didn't want to mess with that today. It had been too long since I'd taken a 'me' day. "Have Grace or Jim handle it. Not Grace, she's been up all night. Reschedule with the applicant for 4 this afternoon, and leave Jim a voice mail to be ready for that. I'm going to be taking the day for myself."

Hearing her jolly laugh made me smile. "And high time, too, Boss. You worry about everyone else having a good time, and you never take any for yourself. Now have a relaxing day, and we'll keep the place up and running for you until tomorrow. I'm going to catch some sack time." The soft click let me know she had disconnected; she was not a big one for good-byes.

Rolling back over, I scanned my new companion from head to toe. Small appendix scar over McBurney's Point. Dimples on her fanny. A nice no-suit tan. She turned her head and stared into my eyes, sharing satiation, but something else as well. "Interested in taking me down the hall to the dungeon room, 'Boss'?" she grinned. "Maybe you can demonstrate to me just what it is that so many people see in that..."