Day and Knight Volume I

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME I

Chapter # 6

What was she going to tell Susan, her dance partner and good friend now? She had betrayed her secret. Not willingly; she was coerced and under duress when it happened. Patti’s Master was whipping the snot out of her and demanding, with every stroke, that she tell him the whole truth about the secret she was withholding from him. Now it was too late. She had postponed dealing with the issue head on and now it was too late.

Roger had called her earlier and said he was taking her to dinner at Brenda Fuller’s restaurant. She was told only to wear high heels and a short dress. He liked that outfit on her the best. As an added measure to increase the stress to her submissive life, he decided to have her find a local jewelry store and purchase a gold anklet. The inscription on the plate was to read ‘Sex Slave Patti.’

“Not very subtle,” she thought.

And she had to get a move on as time was skittering by. Her head spun at the implications of his command. Her cunt tightened, her juices began to flow, and she got red in the face just at the thought of carrying out his order.

Roger picked her up at the appointed time and gave a quick glance at her gorgeous, and ever improving, legs. Always an enjoyable undertaking for him. Tonight, a shinny gold chain with a gold plate encircled her left ankle.

They entered the restaurant and were offered a seat in the corner by a tall, strikingly good looking, black, female maitre d’. After their first cocktail, Roger asked the maitre d’ if he could have a private word with the owner. Brenda, gracious and lively, came to his table. Roger rose and offered her a seat between himself and Patti.

He introduce himself and pointedly ignored Patti. He complimented Ms. Fuller on the décor and menu selection acknowledging that this was his first visit to her establishment.

He then said, “Ms. Fuller, I’d like you to meet my sex slave. Her name is Patti. She is also a dancer at my club; ‘Roget’s Musical Review’. Perhaps you’ve heard of it. Patti tells me you and I have a lot in common. Things that might not be obvious on the surface.” He handed her his business card.

“Oh, my god. How am I supposed to handle this?” Patti thought.

She was mortified and could feel the blush of embarrassment fill her face. She didn’t think she could ever completely get used to be identified to total strangers as a sex slave, which indeed she was. She began to tremble from the humiliation she felt. But, she also felt the pride and sensations between her legs at her circumstance. She would never complain. It would do no good and could cause her even further pain or shame. Better just to keep her posture erect, nipples tight against her dress, and her eyes turned away from Roger.

Brenda Fuller had been caught off guard. She did recognize the name of Roger’s club as the place where Susan worked but she knew nothing about Roger. She looked at Patti closely to see if her manner would telegraph what Brenda wanted to know about her. She observed her posture, the fact that she didn’t cross her legs, that she kept her eyes downcast. In short order Brenda concluded that Patti was indeed a subservient, submissive, women. Certainly, she had seen her share of such women. But, Brenda was ever cautious at times like these.

“Mr. Claret,” began Brenda. “may I call you Roger?” She didn’t wait. “Roger, perhaps we do have some things to discuss and perhaps some things in common. What would you like from me tonight?”

“Brenda, I trust you won’t be offended by my first name casualness. I have been training Patti for several months as my slut slave. My wife and I don’t have much experience in this sort of thing and I thought now might be the time for me to expand my horizons and Patti’s too.

“I hope you can provide us the specialized consulting service we need. Patti seems to know that her dance partner and my employee, Susan Knight, is more than just a resident her and that Susan enjoys a special part of your life.

“As you can see, Patti enjoys a special part of my life now also.” He thought he had made his point.

Brenda turned to Patti, “Patti, dear, you tell me, what do you think I can do to help you?”

“Ms. Fuller, I am only here as a slave girl. I will do anything Master demands of me even if I’m frightened. If Master, feels we can use your help, that good enough for me.”

Patti’s voice was quivering from emotion, apprehension, and embarrassment. She was almost out of control. Brenda sensed that she could make a scene in her dining room if something wasn’t done soon to take the pressure off.

“My dear Patti,” Brenda said, “Won’t you go with Marilyn the maitre d’ here. She will take you up into the main part of the house and make you comfortable. Perhaps she can find Susan to hold your hand. Go now my dear. ‘

Brenda motioned to Marilyn who had been keeping a keen and respectful watch on the table. Marilyn and Patti were out of sight in an instant.

“Now Roger, what do you really want?”

“I feel if you really are Susan’s Mistress, and if you really punish her for your own amusement or for training then perhaps we could play off of each other and each others ideas. Perhaps we could assist each other and help the girls enjoy their true personalities and inclinations more deeply.”

“Roger, you have convinced me that you are the genuine article; a dominant at heart. At first, I was suspicious that your coming here could be a trap for me and my girls. I wasn’t sure just what you might have been up to. Patti seems to be the genuine article too. No cop I know has legs like her or is built the way she is,” Brenda said.

“Why don’t I have a cup of coffee with you while you finish your meal. Then I’ll show you around upstairs and we can proceed with this conversation without arousing suspicion.”

When the dishes had been cleared, Brenda took Roger through the narrow doorway that led to the foyer of the main house. Roger was impressed by the old charm of the house. The maintenance and polish given the furnishings and woodwork was a tribute to Brenda who obviously had great pride in the house and took pains to oversee all the work required to keep the place in such great condition.

Patti never did come back to the table but Marilyn scrambled to make up a small plate of food so she didn’t go hungry. Roger found Patti sitting in a quiet corner room, composed and sitting demurely at a small table in front of a bowed window. Susan was standing by her side.

Susan was quite a sight. Her hands were covered in soft leather mittens; locks, above the wrist, held them in place. She was standing in very high heeled shoes. A leather corset was tightened securely around her waist and lifted her tits high while exposing her dark brown nipples. Her cunt and ass were exposed. It was clear that Susan’s mobility was severely restricted by her outfit and that she couldn’t move quickly from the spot where she now stood.

“”Roger, I believe you know Susan.”

“Yes Susan, and I are acquainted. In candor, I’ve never seen her this beautiful. You must be proud of her Brenda,” Roger said.

“As you might be able to guess, I’m training Susan’s waist and legs. She can’t shake your hand because I have to keep her in mittens so she doesn’t finger fuck herself without permission.”

Susan looked away in total embarrassment.

“I have summoned, my other slave, Jane, and she’ll be along momentarily. Let me tell you a bit about Jane before she gets here,” started Brenda. “First of all, she is the only white girl in the house. I’ve grown to lover her deeply but she is really a test of my patience and ingenuity.

“She fell in love with a wealthy young man just about the time she graduated high school. At that time she left her parents and, in response to her very submissive nature, offered herself to the boy as a sex slave. I guess they loved each other and were happy enjoying the pleasures of their dominant and submissive personalities.

“He used her in line with her inclinations. He whipped her and fucked her often three or more times a day to the point where her libido could not be aroused fully without the riding crop. She has more sexual energy than any woman I have ever known.

“When the lads father found out about Jane, he threatened to cut off his rather large allowance. The kid was a bum at heart and the father just ran her off and sent the kid to Europe to complete his graduate work.

“Jane was devastated. She could not accept the fact that her lover did not fight for her. She was badly damaged by his rejection of her and now finds it impossible to make love to another man. I can understand and accept that, so she is with me and I protect her from herself and from the disease and brutality of the streets which is where she would wind up if I didn‘t look after her.

“Here, with me, she finds the love and sexual release she needs to function. But, she has no other outside interests, she has no real skills, and she is extremely shy when she is in the company of people she doesn‘t know. For now, she is my compliant sex slave. She never leaves the building.”

The sounds of chains dragging on the ground proceeded Jane’s appearance. “I’m so sorry Mistress, for taking so long to get here, but the small ankle chain between my high heels does slow me down. May I suggest, if it pleases you, Ma’am, that you whip me for not getting here sooner,” she said as she entered the small room.

Jane’s head and hands were protruding from a stock-like device. The smooth wooden device was hinged so it could be put on her easily. But she need help to extract her hands or head from the contraption. It kept her arms bent at the elbow. The holes for each wrist were oval in shape and kept her palms to the front and about nine inches out to the sides of her head. Her head was kept erect; she could not look down. She was nude except for her high heels.

The chain that stretched between her heels was only about one foot long. It was kept off the ground by another chain that dangled between her cunt and her feet. The chain was attached to golden rings pierced to the outer folds of her labia. She also had a rather large gold ring pierced into each nipple.

Roger noticed that Patti’s eyes widened as she took in the entire picture. The piercing, the heels and the stock for head and hands were quite a sight for her. Patti looked straight into Roger’s face in a mixture of disbelief, sexual excitement, and wonderment. Then she realized that she had not been commanded to have “eyes on” and she quickly looked away. Brenda saw her reaction. Roger read her mind.

“Jane here, was caught lapping on one of my boarders yesterday,” Brenda began by way of explanation for Jane’s appearance. She knows better. I have forbidden her to engage in any sex acts without me being present. Her neck yoke will prevent her from getting her face close to anyone for any reason and her hands are up and out of the way so she can’t finger fuck herself. Isn’t that right, Slave, Jane?” Brenda asked.

“Yes, Mistress. I did get into the girl yesterday when I shouldn’t have. And, I knew you would punish me if you found out. Is there anything else you would like to do with me to correct my bad behavior or just to amuse you or your guests, Mistress?” she inquired humbly but with an unmistakable sense of desire.

Brenda let her whip crack against the front of Jane’s left thigh, about four inches below her cunt.

“Shut up, Slave,” Brenda snapped from between clenched teeth. “I’ll have you flogged when I’m good and ready, now shut up and stand over there in the corner facing one wall and your ass toward the other wall. ” As Jane shuffled to the corner, the recent welts on her back and ass were clearly visible.

“Slave, Jane. Show us how you can arch your back so that your ass is far behind your head.”

Jane was quite flexible. She opened her legs as far as she could given the small chain that held her and bent her back thrusting her tits to the front and her ass to the rear.

“Now, Jane, I want you to show our new friend, Patti, here just how well you cope with pain. I’ll use you as a model so she can see how every slave should handle pain. I’m going to hit you with my favorite cane right across your thighs. If you scream or cry out in any way, I’m going to sentence you to three days in my closet alone. You’ve been in solitary before. Remember how you hated that?”

“Yes, Mistress. Solitary is the worst. I’ll stay under control and be good for you ma’am.”

Jane’s legs were stiff from wearing high heels and from the exertion of pressing her ass to the rear. And, she was frightened. The cane came down on her thighs quickly and without restraint. Jane didn’t move a muscle or even wince. A white welt soon turned red and arose quickly. As second strike from the stiff cane came across her thighs just above the first. Jane’s knees buckled slightly. After a third lash from the cane she nearly lost her balance and a tear formed in her eyes.

“Not so tuff are ya, Slave? What do you have to say for yourself, Slave?” Brenda jeered at her.

“Mistress, I’m sorry I offended you, however I may have done that. I hope I’ve been a good model to other slaves here on how to behave while I’m being punished. I confess, though, you did hurt my legs terribly.”

“Just you stand there while I finish my business with Master Roger.

“Master Roger, Patti seems suitably compliant and submissive. But, is she versed in the proper way to please another woman?”

“My wife hasn’t strenuously complained to me about her performance in that regard, but I’m sure Patti can learn from a lot from the other girls here, and of course from you. Shall I leave her here with you?

“Remember, I have a show tonight, and these two pretty ladies are in it and are quite popular. I wouldn’t want any training to interfere with their performance.”

“I can assure you that I’ve had sufficient experience with Slave Susan to figure out how to train without leaving obvious marks on the girl,” Brenda said. “And, to make sure she has the essential training to satisfy your wife, I can assure you that you have come to the right place.”

“Patti has her own place so I’ll leave it up to you to set her schedule over the next several weeks. She can tell me what you’ve all decided,” Roger replied.

With that, Brenda took him back down the steps and held the front door to the restaurant as he departed.

End of Chapter # 6 of the 8 Chapters Comprising Volume I