Day and Knight Volume II

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME II

Chapter # 1

A LOOK BACK…

In volume I of this story, you were introduced to two dancers; Patti Day who was white and Susan Knight who was black. The girls were dance partners actually, but were as different as their last names. They were now the featured act at Clairet’s Musical Review company in Manhattan, New York.

Patti was the sex slave of Roger Clairet and his wife, Laurel. They owned the review company. Susan was the sex slave of Brenda Fuller who owned a restaurant in Manhattan. Brenda also had another slave, Jane, who was really a pain slut of the first order. When Patti and Susan first met they had no idea they shared the same erotic submissive proclivities. Once their shared ‘secret’ was out, quite unintentionally, they became fast friends on an entirely different level from their professional partnership.

Roger had earlier told Laurel about Patti’s long weekend at Brenda’s home and the time she spent getting pleasure from Jane, Brenda’s other slave, and of having the opportunity to aggressively dominate Jane. He asked Laurel to have Patti explain how she felt about this experience and also, to help Patti purchase some erotic, customized, clothing.

It’s here that we pick up the story again…

Now for Chapter # 1

As Laurel drove to George Bourgeoi’s custom garment shoppe, Patti talked openly of the pleasure she had received at Brenda’s the previous weekend especially from the ministrations of Jane’s experienced tongue and her silver tongue stud. She also mentioned the sex session she had shared with all of the girls who lived in Brenda’s house when they ganged up on poor Jane in the living room.

When they arrived at the designers out-of-the-way studio, Patti had her list ready. Roger would pay the bill, so she was going to go whole hog. She wanted a soft leather hood, a posture collar, a personalized slave collar, an inflatable penis gag, a soft leather blindfold, a leather uplift bra with nipple holes, a cunt and ass plug belt, a classic leather waist cincher, a leather vest, a pair of soft leather elbow-length gloves, a full length single arm sleeve, a full wrap-around cape, and an assortment of tight, soft, leather side-slit skirts of varying lengths including one with no rear panel and one which was to be so tight and long that it would more appropriately be called a ‘hobble’ skirt.

Watching Patti get fitted for her leather wardrobe was a turn-on for Laurel. George measured her every crease and curve. When he was finished, he knew more about Patti’s body than she did. His hands were workman like, not sensuous, even thought they were pressing at the most private and sensitive areas of her nude body. He had her assume various position so he would know what tolerance would be required to let her bend, stretch, and stoop.

George had done this work before, and he was all business as Laurel looked on. The measurement of the ass and cunt plugs was something Patti had not bargained for. How wide, how long, how hard? She was tingling with desire after all the various sterilized insertions were made. She looked at Laurel as if to ask if she could get some sexual relief. Laurel caught her intent and didn’t wait.

“Let’s take a break from all this while we watch Patti here,finger fuck herself to climax. She would like that and so would I,” Laurel announced.

“That’s not exactly what I had in mind,” thought Patti, “but it’s too late now.”

She was on display. Naked. Using the dildos and her fingers, she worked to get the right pressure for climax. She rocked on her feet, her knees bent, her eyes shut. There it was finally, a shattering response. Pleasurable and without modesty. Laurel smiled at Patti so see he she also noticed that George seemed uninterested. Either he was gay or he had been as hardened to such activity as a surgeon might be hardened to the sight of blood.

They would make many return trips for fittings, of course, and the final products would be ready in several more months. Laurel accompanied Patti to each fitting offering advise along the way; advise that was intended to increase the sensual quality of the items Patti had ordered.

Laurel always brought Patti back to their house after their trips together as a means of getting to know her better and of course to engage in some exciting girl-on-girl action. She liked it when Patti referred to her as ‘Mistress’ and it was not uncommon for Laurel to test Patti to see how she reacted to her as a dominant woman. And, it was not uncommon for Laurel to have Patti pose naked and at attention just outside the direct view of the window of her main sitting room.

Patti, in true slave fashion, always remained in place where her mistress stationed her or moved erotically at her command. Laurel felt the surge of power over Patti and it added to her sexual tension. Seeing Patti’s exciting body, naked and at her command, added to her building sexual appetite.

On one such private, yet exciting occasion, the buzzer at the front door sounded. “Who the hell could that be?” Thought Laurel. “I’m in the middle of some pretty good fantasies here.”

When Laurel went to answer the buzzer. Patti got nervous. “Oh, god, what will this lead to?” she thought as she stood in her heels, naked, and fully exposed. Patti could not see what was happening beyond the entryway wall. But, she could hear Laurel talking to someone. Someone she apparently knew; a lady friend by the way it all sounded.

Patti did not attempt to hide, but her legs began to quake at the thought that Laurel would let the lady inside the apartment to see her submissive nakedness. The discussion at the door went on and on. Laurel seemed to either want to contain the discussion at the door or to have the woman come back at another time. But, still the discussion continued as Patti grew more apprehensive.

Quite suddenly, Laurel was in the living room, and beside her was a rather will dressed women in her early thirties. Patti nearly fainted. She could feel the blood drain from her head from the humiliation. She remained steady on her feet however.

Did she feel her posture slump? Did her shoulders come together? She hoped not, feeling that any show of embarrassment at this time would only work against her as the situation played out.

“Joan, this is Patti,” Laurel said. “She is Roger’s sex slave and I’ve got her in the position Roger likes so she’s ready when he gets home. Patti is totally submissive. I’ve never told you about her because I was afraid you would show too much curiosity and frankly, even though you’re my best friend, some things, after all, are private.”

“Good god,” thought Patti, “will the embarrassment never stop. Here I am, totally nude in front of Laurel and her best friend. One more stranger who knows of my uninhibited submissiveness. What’s next? Thank goodness that I had my experiences with Brenda and her girls or I would certainly have fainted by now.”

“Well aren’t you just a spectacular specimen of a young girl,” Joan said without addressing Patti directly. “Stunning legs. And, not to put too sharp a point on it, you’ve got great tits, too.”

“”I had no idea you and Roger were involved in this sort of stuff. I wish You had told me. My Jack and I are into some bondage and discipline, but having your own sex slave is really far out. What fun!” she said to Laurel.

Joan sounded too phony for Patti’s taste.

“Can I look at her close up?” Joan inquired.

She realized that Patti was avoiding her gaze and felt far less awkward about inspecting Patti’s body since Patti wasn’t looking back at her. Joan gained confidence when she realized that Patti did not show irritation at her curiosity or about being the center of attention. No point in her feeling up tight if the slave wasn’t. Her intimate inspection of Patti would give her something to talk about with Jack when he got home and it made her wet as hell.

“Sure, you can touch Patti if you wish. She won’t mind. Will you, Patti?” Laurel asked.

“That will be fine Ma’am. Whatever you wish, Ma’am,” Patti replied.

Patti however was mortified. She did keep her eyes averted but her juices flowed. Joan touched her right nipple and it became hard at once. Joan pulled on both nipples. Both of the friends were feeling frisky and forceful. They could feel their own libidos soaring.

“These women need an old fashioned, long and hard, fucking tonight. They are really on fire.” Patti thought.

Joan stepped back from Patti so she could take in the full image of the girl. Patti kept her pose and her poise.

Laurel said she thought she heard Roger coming in and mentioned that perhaps that Joan might want to take the opportunity to leave. They could talk and visit later.

Joan was in fact leaving when Roger passed by her at the door and gave her a peck of affection on her flushed cheek. When he closed the door behind him, he saw the full image of Patti explode before him.

“Does, Joan know?” asked Roger looking at Patti standing naked and spread in the center of the room.

“She does now,” answered Laurel.

“And, as far as I can tell, Joan is one turned-on little slut herself at this point. She implied to me, for the first time, that she was submissive to Jack. I’ll bet he’s in for a treat tonight.”

“Slave, you do look good and it’s no wonder Joan got excited. Some women need clothing to look good Slave, but you look better naked than any other women I know. And, that’s a fact.”

It was said as a true, loving, compliment and Patti knew he was sincere which was one of the reasons she loved him and loved to serve him.

“Now, why don’t you run along now and fix Laurel and me a scotch and water.” It was said in the form of an order not a request which was another reason she loved him and loved to serve him.

“How do you want to use Patti tonight, Laurel? You can see that I’m ready for anything. I had in mind taking her to Todd’s place, but I think she can be useful here. Agree?”

Laurel didn’t know what to say. Roger had usually taken Patti to Todd’s mansion for her slave training, but now he was suggesting that she stay for the night. Was he thinking of making it a threesome? She wasn’t interested in that because she did not want Roger screwing any other women including Patti. But, she quickly thought of a plan that she felt would be agreeable to Roger.

“Let’s keep Patti aroused all night. Let’s keep her in some painful bondage. Let’s frustrate her and let her see you fucking the living crap out of me. Let’s make her watch us fuck ourselves to a frenzy but keep her from coming herself. Does that sound good?”

Patti brought the drinks and Roger made her stand next to him with her legs spread wide. As he talked to Laurel, he absentmindedly fingered Patti’s cunt paying special attention to her swollen clit. His constant fiddling was driving Patti crazy but she had no way to stop his incessant fingering. She was hot, wet, and ready to come.

Roger tired of tormenting the poor girl’s clit and rose to get some bondage material. He and Laurel laid Patti on her stomach and buckled thick straps around each ankle and her corresponding thigh. They tipped her up on her knees and pulled her arms tightly behind her above her elbows and around again her wrists. They secured her waist and her chest, just under her tits, with leather bindings which held her firmly, facing forward, against one of their center hall columns.

This position thrust Patti’s tits out and put her mouth at just the right level for Rogers cock. He jammed his prick in her mouth. She began to gag. He pushed and pushed until she took his member all the way down her throat. But, he held back and refused to shoot his load into her.

Laurel applied a full measure of ‘Hot as Ice’ cream to Patti’s cunt and to each nipple. Because she was securely bound, the only thing that could move were her flexible tits and nipples and Laurel used a set of hospital grade forceps to flex them to the max. When Laurel was sure Patti was good and sore, she applied another glob of the ‘Hot as Ice’ cream and some ice cubes to each nipple making Patti moan with a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.

Laurel let Patti in on their plan for the evening. While she was still bound to the column and suffering the torment applied to her sensitive erogenous zones, the couple was going to make love and have wonderfully energetic time of it. It would be Patti’s job to keep Roger’s cock clean and count how many orgasms she had and how many times Roger shot his wad into her.

Additionally, to make sure she was intently watching their erotic activities, she was to keep her eyes on their hands. If either one of them held up any of their fingers while they were fucking, she was to call out the number of fingers they were holding up. For every mistake or omission she made, she was told she would get five hard whips across her, now very vulnerable, tits.

“Do you want me to fuck your ass now, Laurel?” he asked as he removed her from the column. “If so, get on your knees and stick your butt up with your tits on the ground.

That’s exactly the poise that Laurel struck.

“Now, pull your ass cheeks apart and I’ll lub your asshole,” he said.

With a few shifting movements Roger was in her ass and Laurel looked Patti in the eye. “You remember you will keep his cock clean with your mouth, Slave.”

Roger did not allow himself the satisfaction of coming in Laurel’s ass but he did like the ways she moved on his stiff prick. He exited her ass and moved to Patti’s waiting mouth. She lick him clean all the way to his ball sack.

“Master, if it pleases you, perhaps I can do a better job if you pull me closer to you by pulling on my nipples. Just a thought, Master!” she added.

She moaned in pain as Roger just about pulled her tits off her chest. She loved it.

When the couple finished bauffing their brains out in every position, imaginable, they were convinced that Patti had been watching them closely as she had been ordered to do. She had counted perfectly.

“Did you want any of that action, Slave,” Laurel asked.

“Mistress, you looked like you were having a grand time of it and yes, if was up to me, I would have loved to be part of your sex play.”

“Well, forget it, Slave, that was all for me and you don’t get anything,” got it?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I’m just the slave girl here, Mistress. I deserve nothing and only get what you give me.”

“Well, remember the tit whipping I promised if you messed up in your count. Your going to get it anyway. Those tits of yours are just to alluring right now not to get the whipping of their lives. Don’t you think your tits deserve to be whipped if I want to whip them, Slave?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I do want you to whip my tits if that will please you Ma’am. Please whip them hard. I will hold them up for you, Ma’am. That way they will be very vulnerable. And, as I remember, they haven’t been whipped recently.”

“You’re right. They will get fifty good ones and you will count each one. Don’t loose count or you know the consequences,” Laurel said. “Let’s give Roger a good show, shall we? He’s going to take some videos of you. That way you’ll know what you look like getting your tits beaten. I’ll make them colder if you don‘t mind.” With that, she liberally pressed more cream and ice onto each aching orb while the video and audio camera was set in motion.

“What is your name, Slave?” Roger asked. He like to hear her humble herself by acknowledging her slave status to him as often as he thought to ask her that question. He was excited to have her submissive voice recorded as well.

“My name is sex slave, Patti, Master.”

“Are you a slut slave?”

Yes, Master I’m a slut slave. I love to service you and anyone else you command me to service, Sir.”

“Are you a cock sucking, slut slave, Patti?”

“Yes Master, I do suck cock when you want me to. And, I like you to make me suck your cock, Master, and any other cock you want me to suck, Sir.”

“Do you take cock deep in your throat and do you swallow all the cum that goes into you, Slave?”

“Yes, Master. I can take most cocks down all the way. I like it that way and I do keep all the cum I can get, Master.”

“Are you a pain slut, Slave?”

“Yes, Master, I get off on the pain you and Mistress Laurel inflict on me. I love you both. I want to please you and will willingly accept your punishment, Sir.”

“Are you looking forward to Mistress, beating your tits now, pain slut, Patti?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir. I’m ready. Anxious and tense because it will hurt badly, but I’m ready Sir.”

Patti cried out loudly during her tit whipping. Laurel showed no mercy and by the fiftieth stroke, Patti’s tits were swollen and almost purple from the intense flogging.

Patti kept her tits raised high for Laurel but she cried silently during the entire ordeal. Laurel let Patti calm down a bit, then led her to the bed in the spare room for the night.

“There’s more where that came from, slut,” she said in an agitated tone as she laid Patti on the soft mattress.

“And, I want Joan to see the movies to see how much of a pain slut you really are and how much of a battering I give your little tits, slave. ”

Patti shivered at the thought.

End of “Day and Knight Volume II” Chapter # 1