Amy's Education - Part 7

AMY’S EDUCATION -- PART SEVEN

 

THE EXAMINATION

Amy was a college senior with only a few remaining classes to go before she would graduate with honors. She had made a deep and sincere commitment to Clay Wright to be his erotic sex slave. But, more than that, she truly wanted to obey him and please in all aspects of life -- non-erotic and erotic -- the practical areas, and the just for fun aspects of their relationship.

For sure, she devoted most of her waking hours to finishing college, tending to the many aspects of managing “Etc. Inc.”, and keeping herself in trim; but she was, first and foremost, Clay’s to use, abuse, and enjoy. Her time was his time. She was a consenting and contented submissive. She had studied at his feet and was fully accepting of her submissive nature. She had fully integrated what she had learned into her daily life. Amy was 22 years old and she was in love for real.

Celia, who they had begun to call only Cee as a means of keeping her humble, by contract was the maid of the mansion. She had no long term commitment to Clay or to Amy. In a real sense, she was superficial. She got her kicks from being a hanger-on of the rich and handsome. She got her erotic thrills from being dominated, and dominated harshly, but it didn’t matter by whom. For the time being Cee was perfectly willing to serve and be used sexually by both Clay and Amy.

Cee was fun to have around. She was a good maid, but she was also eager to be a sex toy. She was provocative and had always enjoyed a hard smack on her ass. As a youngster, she flaunted her cute ass by wearing tight jeans and she hardly minded it when Big Al, her former lover, had her bend over and grab her ankles while he gave her a lick or two right out in public. She found her way into Clay’s bed with Amy often to satisfy Amy with her tongue while Clay fucked her ass -- great fun she thought. And, Clay thought it was a nice way to start his business day.

The business of “Etc. Inc.” was coming along just fine. The summer months had seen significant progress in the development of the new Personal Services Division. Flo was the women in charge of the division and she had been carefully watching the construction of “The Master’s Suite” which would be the center piece of the divisions operation. This building would be a very exclusive getaway for people of the kinky kind from around the country and in time from around the world.

Flo wanted to hire assistants to help her in the set up and ultimately the day-to-day running of “The Suite” as it would be affectionately called. Amy recalled Elaine from her early days at the Green Door. She came in to buy better whips than her boy friend had on hand and had Amy try each on out on her own ass before she made a final decision. Amy had a file of her former clients. In Elaine's case, she had noted “pain freak.”

“I’ll call her, if you want me to set up an interview for you with her I’d be glad to make the call.”

“Amy, that would, be great. I’d appreciate the help” said Flo.

Elaine had seen Amy around the old Barn several times since she made her original purchase two years earlier but they hadn’t had any sort of meaningful discussion. She was intrigued by Amy’s offer to set up an interview with Flo especially since Amy had hinted at the erotic nature of the operation Flo had in mind. Flo said that her boyfriend, Dan, had grown to be a thoughtful dominant man and was fulfilling all her needs for the sting of the whip -- a welcome change from two years earlier.

Dan had great bondage equipment, but until recently had not been able to bring Elaine to the level of pain she enjoyed; real pain that allowed her to go into the endorphin producing sub space she loved so much. Amy had been right about her she was a “pain freak.”

“Would it be OK if Dan came too?” She asked.

Flo was delighted to meet them both. If they took the job they would be in on the ground floor and could help her set policy and furnish the various rooms. In time, they might want to take the stage themselves to demonstrate the bondage equipment designed and sold at the store. And, they might even want to develop an entertaining show for the paying customers. Elaine felt the juices in her cunt running along the outer folds of her labia. Dan got a hardon. For practical purposes, they were already on the job.

“The Suite” was scheduled to open for business in about 45 days. Rules had to be set and publicity started. Flo would let Dan and Elaine propose a plan; Amy would have final approval. She would continue to work with the builders on the interior features.

After much research and thought, Elaine and Dan’s had a plan for the private, exclusive domination and submission theme facility. The operation would be open Thursday through Sunday evenings from 9 PM till 4 AM. . A main stage and bar plus individual play rooms would be available. The club would provide food service. Alcohol would be served but could not be abused. No drugs were to be permitted on the premises. Bouncers and security staff would be on duty. The service staff would most certainly all be women, hand selected for their tolerant attitudes and striking good looks.

The regular membership would be subject to investigation and an initiation fee of $5,000. The annual dues would be set by dividing the actual expenses of the club by the number of regular members. A dues statement would be sent to the membership at the end of the year. Admission to the general public would be strictly limited with a steep entrance fee per night. A regular member had the right to have a general membership patron evicted for cause.

Regular membership was to be limited to dominant men with one or more submissive, gender identifiable, woman; or a dominant gender identifiable women with one or more submissive gender identifiable submissives. Submissive woman looking for a dominant and dominants looking for a submissive would be subject to intense prescreening before being allowed in the building. Single men and transgenders were not admitted.

Safe sex was the rule; condoms required if there was the prospect of transmission of fluid. There as to be no unsolicited touching -- a condition that would be enforced by the staff. There was no dress code per se but erotic dress was requested. All committed submissives would need to be collared. It was understood that what happened inside “The Suite” stayed there. Privacy and confidentiality were the keystone to individual pleasure and ultimately, to membership growth.

Amy was satisfied with the plan but added that for the first two months, any sub dressed in a full fashion garment designed by her would get a 50% discount.

Elaine wanted the store's client list as a place to start generating business. She planned a subtle publicity campaign along the lines that there was now an exclusive place to serve those with strict standards for erotic entertainment -- “The Master Suite.” And, Elaine herself planned to be part of the entertainment if events at the club tended to drag. Word would soon spread. They expected an energized turnout on the first night.

Amy had seen Cee fingering her clit just before dinner one evening and decided to teach her a lesson.

“Cee, I know you have been a naughty girl. I caught you playing with yourself right here in the mansion. You will have to pay the price of your misdeeds. Take off your panties, spread your legs, and bend over. Place your hands on the floor with your legs straight.” She commanded.

“Another whipping.” Thought Cee. And, yes Amy did warm her ass with a few well-chosen swats. But then she placed three small stainless steel cloths pins on each of her labia lips. They burned like the dickens. Then she had Cee stand tall so she could tighten Cee’s corset a bit tighter and gave her ass another twenty strokes.

“Come back after dinner and I’ll remove the pins, you sex starved slut. I hope you learn to leave your cunt alone while you are on duty. Next time I catch you playing with yourself you will really be abused,” she warned.

Cee could feel the pins touching against each other as she walked and she got wetter and wetter as the evening progressed.

“Master, after dinner, Cee has something to show us. I hope you won’t be disappointed, Sir.” Cee was standing in the door way and heard Amy talking about her. She was not sure what Amy had in mind but, true to her erotic nature, she was eager to find out.

“Cee, go into the den after the dishes are cleared and lay down on the floor with a pillow under your hips. Spread your legs wide so Master can see the condition of your cunt.”

“Now, Cee, you no doubt get the message that we are comfortable watching you in pain with your soaking cunt looking for some kind of mercy from us. But you will not get any.”

Amy went to the drawer and removed the cunt whip and had Cee kiss it sweetly. Then she told Cee that she would have to beg Master Clay to have her cunt whipped because she was such as selfish slut.

“Sir, I’ve been a bad maid today. I fingered my clit while I was on duty and I deserve to be punished and trained so I won't be tempted to do that again. Please, Sir, would you tell Amy that she should really whip my tender cunt, Sir. I’ll keep my legs wide apart for her and I promise not to move.”

Clay nodded his approval. He would use that chastised cunt as soon as Amy was done with it.

Amy, plucked each of the six steel clothes pins off Cee’s swollen cunt lips. She moaned when each one was removed and the blood supply returned to that very sensitive area. Then Amy, began to softly beat the tender folds of Cee’s cunt. Her clit was peeking through the folds like a hard pebble and Amy wasn't reluctant to hit it too. Cee was in obvious distress and she was crying softly with her legs still wide spread.

“Now, slut, I want you to masturbate for Master Clay. And, to make it even more difficult for you I’m going to watch every move you make as well. Here is a vibrator to help you along. Take your time. I have a timer with me here and if you come before my timer goes off, I’ll punish you there again.”

“How diabolical.” Thought Clay. “Great show, but very diabolical.”

Cee was in serious distress. Her cunt was aching to be relieved and yet her tender lips and clit were stinging from the whipping. She was wet and ready but sore and tense. She seemed go deep within her emotional self and bore down with an unusual sexual energy and intensity and it wasn’t long before she came to a shattering organism. And, then another, and another just after the timer rang.

Clay, undressed. He straddled Cee face and fed her his cock. When it was fully erect he thrust it into her sore, wet cunt, deep and fast. Cee again began to experience the dichotomous sensations of pain and pleasure almost at the same time. She got lost I herself once again.

“Snap out of it Cee. Let’s put that new tongue stud to work on my clit while you are at it.” Said Amy who straddled Dee’s face.

Cee was in her own space but was keeping Amy and Clay well pleased. Eventually they both had wonderful orgasms.

“Now do not remove Amy’s juices from your face until tomorrow morning. And clean off my cock with your tongue, slut, right now. Taste your own juices. Suck your sticky fingers and clean them up too. You gave a good performance; perhaps we will make that a weekly event. And don’t let us catch you fingering yourself again around here.” He said. Then he raised her shapely legs toward her face and gave her fifty hard smacks on the ass with his bare hand.

Amy saw the glow of submission and the ache of torment and mortification in Cee’s face. She herself, had experienced those same feelings.

After class the next day, Amy called Dory to the mansion for an update on the Media Division which in her opinion was not getting off the blocks very quickly.

To break the ice, Amy told Dory of the adventure Clay and she had with Cee the previous evening.

“Dory, when was the last time you had a man between your legs?” She asked rather directly.

“Amy, that’s a personal question.”

“Perhaps it is, but I have my reasons for asking. Now tell me honestly, when did you fuck a guy last?”

“Amy, I'm ashamed to say, but it’s been almost six months.” She answered finally.

“That’s what I figured. It’s my opinion that the Media Division is not as far along as it should be at this time in our development. You are a smart girl and a sexy one. I expect you to be not only giving operational direction but also creative direction, and that is not happening.”

“This is what I want you to do between now and the end of the year. First, get a man and screw yourself silly as often as he can make it happen. I want you to get Ben to hire a talent agency to research and suggest several men for you to audition. Each of the guys they recommend should have experience in the erotic video industry, be extraordinarily good looking and well hung. You and he should have an immediate animal attraction for each other.”

“Next, hire three sexy women and have them star in two videos -- one should be a real live pony girl and the theme of the vid should be about her life and training. Flo can help with the details. The other two girls should be stars in a video of their erotic lesbian relationship.

‘Next, I want you to star in your own video. The guy you pick for yourself should also star in the action. On film, he should walk you through three different exhibitionistic scenes, all in public.

“Now, one more thing. You are not using your physical attributes on the job. The people you work with need to be energized to their tasks. I want you to start wearing very revealing clothes to work each day. As a suggestion you should take seriously, you should wear high heels and very tight jeans -- so tight that you would have to struggle to get them on. So tight that the crotch material fits up inside your cunt so that everyone can see the outline of your perfectly full and generous cunt lips. Or, you can wear high, short, cut offs or some of our leather wear. But, whatever you wear, I want it to be revealing and have a motivating effect on the crew.

“If I don’t see a turnaround in your personal drive, sexual energy, and some results from the division I will let you go the first of the year. Do you understand I am very serious about this?”

“I never expected it to come to this, but you are right, Amy. I am frustrated and needed the kick in the jeans you just gave me. I appreciate the advice, and suggestions. Especially the one about getting a man that I enjoy being with and one who is interested in fucking me. I’m on it boss.”

The grand opening of “The Master Suite” was being met with great expectation. Membership had grown to 50 major players from around the country. Not all of them were going to be there on opening night that was just fine with Flo because she felt she needed a trial run to get all the kinks and wrinkles worked out.

Clay had decided to have Cee in naked and in bondage on the stage before the doors opened. She would stay bound and exposed for the entire 8 hours to add to the erotic atmosphere. At midnight, Flo was to go on stage and change her position from being bound, standing spread eagle, against an X frame to a kneeling position.

At that time, Flo would bind Cee’s ankles toward the back of her thighs. A blindfold would add to her sense of disconnection, humiliation, confusion, and suspense. All her weight would be directly on her knee caps which were protected somewhat by a modest pad on the stage floor. Her arms would be bound together above her elbows having the effect of thrusting her chest and tits out. She would be placed in front of a pillar on stage with tight leather straps holding her tightly cinched waist against the pillar. A stainless steel mouth spreader would be placed under her teeth and spread wide. The contraption would be held secure with buckling straps behind her head. Her lips and mouth would then be open for cock business to any man who wished to use her; at a cost of course.

Gail and Ben were there as Dom and sub. Ben had her in high heeled cowgirl boots. He gave her a pair of chaps and belted them tightly around her waist. The chaps naturally were cut to fit around her legs but were fully open several inches below her crotch. Since she was naked under the chaps, her lovely trimmed cunt was quite striking and on display for all to admire. She wore a light colored suede vest over her shoulders. It had suede fringe that hung down over her ample tits but did not conceal her nipples. A cute cowboy hat toped her blond head and finished the look he wanted for her.

Heather had been invited to the opening. She was in charge of the Fashion Division and Amy wanted her to meet and greet the customers and to become acquainted with them on a first name basis. She selected a new dress styled by Amy for the opening event. The bodice was tight fitting around her waist. The plunging neck line showed off her wonderful bust line to advantage. The skirt came in two pieces. Generally, it was to be worn with both a front and back panel. But, tonight, to show off her great ass and great legs Amy told her to leave the back panel at home.

Elaine and Dan were there and had a special on-stage presentation prepared and on the agenda for the audience for later in the evening if the need arose.

Clay had Amy wear white platform high heels. Her heavy white denim pants laced up the sides from ankle to waist. He pulled them tightly to show off her great legs and ass. Her cunt was also obvious as the pants were pulled high into her crotch. She wore a loose fitting white denim blouse opened to the third button. Clay made it a habit throughout the night of standing behind her, unbuttoning her blouse completely, and holding, pinching and fondling her naked tits. Her nipple jewelry was on display and she was proud of them.

The crowd was complementary about the facilities. They sought out Clay for their commendations but he deftly recognized Flo for her hard work. For the most part, the men were clearly in charge and wore their choice of whip on their belt. A few women dommes were dressed in high dominatrix fashion.

Not all of the subs were drop dead gorgeous but for the most part they were physically fit. Some a bit thin and some not thin enough. Most were scantily clad and seemed to be comfortable with their status. Most sat or kneeled beside their Masters.

When she was put in her second position of the night, Cee was the recipient of many loads of unsolicited cum. On each such occasion, the crowd whistled and shouted their approval.

Most Masters, took the stage to engage in some sort of public display of their slaves submission. It was not unusual to see a slave, fondle her tits for the enjoyment of the crowd or to hold them up for a whipping. Many were forced to masturbate or bring their Masters to climax. Asses where getting their due with a flogger or crop. The audience was appreciative of their willing displays of good feminine submission.

About 2 AM a neatly dress man and two women came into the club. All three were wearing business attire -- well fitting and obviously expensive blue pin strip suits with a modern cut. The man wore a pair of dyed and sculpted alligator boots. The ladies wore their skirts very short and had on 5 inch heels. All heads turned to them not only because the business suits were someone unusual but because the girls we statuesque twin blondes.

The man asked to see Flo and spoke to her briefly. She turned down the music and spoke in the microphone.

“Ladies and gentleman. It gives me great pleasure to introduce Mr. Eric. He is an attorney who has just landed his Lear jet in our fair city after wrapping up a legal case he completed only hours ago. We are proud to have Mr. Eric as one of our charter members. His will introduce his assistance and entertain us now. The stage is yours.”

Cee was blindfolded but she knew something big was about to happen.

“Good people. These two young ladies are my legal assistants. I love them both. As you can see they are twin sisters. I rely on them to do research on the cases I handle. For tonight I’ll refer to them as “Number 1” and “Number 2. Girls, I want you to remove your jackets and skirts.”

They wore only thigh high hose and wire push up half bras in addition to their ultra high heels. Both were high waisted and lean.

“Number 1, what happened today? Tell the folks.”

“Sir, we lost a big legal case that was worth a lot of money.”

“And, Number 2, why did I bring you both all the way here this evening?”

“Sir, whenever you lose a case, you take out your frustrations on us and treat us harshly.”

“You mean, I discipline you for your sloppy work. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Sir. You beat and torment us so we will be better employees during our next case, Sir.”

“Have I ever beaten you in public before? Do you like being naked and disciplined here?”

“Sir, this will be the first time in public, Sir. It’s already embarrassing but exciting.”

He told the women to turn around and place their hands on their heads. The crowd could see the welts of a fairly recent caning on each ass. They each carried 10 welts -- which were all healing but still red and sore. He asked Flo for two stretcher bars, a large double donged dildo, two sets of nipple clips, four wrist cuffs, a long leather belt, and two ball gags in head harnesses.

With Flo’s assistance, the girls were made to face each other tit to tit. The dildo was inserted one end in each cunt. If one of them moved the other would feel it. Their nipples were clipped alternately -- left nipple of one to the left nipple of the other and right to right. Their legs were splayed by the individual spreader bars. Their waists were cinched together by the leather belt and their wrists were tethered at their side to the belt. Their faces were brought together by the head harnesses. They would not be blindfolded. Each was shaking in anticipation of the public whipping they would receive in this humiliating position.

He took his time, circling them, using the crop on each ass in turn. The girls could see him and could anticipate each blow. The crowd showed their approval of his technique. The girls held still. Then he used the flogger on their ass and back. More applause. It was easy for him to feel the wetness in each cunt seeping from around the dildo and he did it often. He penetrated each ass hole with his fingers. More embarrassment.

He stepped up the tempo and intensity of the whippings. While the girl under the crop was moving, the other felt the pressure pulling on the dildo and against her nipples. The whipping continued for almost half an hour and the crowd was cheering for encore after encore. He was satisfied that their ass and back was going to remind them of their sloppy work, but as an added bonus for the crowd he lashed at the back of the girl's legs with the crop leaving stripes. The crowd loved it.

“I’ll have Flo let you down now and take you to a private room to have you rubbed with oil. You can enjoy each others cunts until just about closing time. Then you must come back on stage and apologize to me for your performance and promise to do better in the future. I’m I clear girls?”

The girls came back onto the stage just a few minutes before Flo dimmed the club lights a few times to remind the crowd that it was nearly closing time. The girls bowed to the lawyer and then to the crowed. They got whistles and hoots in appreciation of the good show they had provided.

It was 4 AM but the crowd didn’t want to leave. There was a lot of kissing, sucking and fucking still going on. When she flashed the lights for the fifth time she told them it was finally time to go home. She thanked everyone for coming and they applauded the pun. Her opening had been a success -- many others eventful nights would follow.

Amy’s cunt ached for relief and Clay tore at her pants when they got home. He didn’t waste time -- she was on her back on the bed with legs again over his shoulders. He fucked her hard until they both exploded in climax after climax.

She had seen Heather briefly at the club on opening night but had lost track of her in the crowd. She called her to the mansion for a business discussion regarding any contacts she may have made at the club the night before to sell her designs.

“Tell me about your experience last night Heather.” Did you meet anyone important?”

“Amy let me tell you. I may not have done any business for you, and I apologize for that, but I sure did some business for myself. When the guy in the business suit was terrifying his girls I was standing near a gentleman and his slave. She was on her knees busy at work sucking on his cock as he enjoyed the action on stage. He caught my eye and nodded his head as if to get me to come closer to him. As you remember, I was wearing the design dress with no rear panel. He reached out his hand toward my ass and without a word seemed to ask if he could feel me up.

“I moved my legs apart to give him the clue that it would be all right. He found my clit and in a second started to drive me wild. He motioned for me to get my face near his and when I did he kissed me on the lips while he still played with my cunt. Then he whispered that he wanted me to kiss his slave after he ejaculated in her mouth. He wanted me to taste his cum. What an erotic thought.

“He again stroked my clit and brought me to climax while I was standing there. He stiffened all over and he pulled out of her mouth and splashed his cum all over his slaves face. Her mouth was oozing with his cum. He made her get up and kiss me. I kissed her and used my tongue to clean her mouth. He rubbed my ass to tell me I was doing just fine. Then he had me sit down and put his slave to work on my engorged clit again. And, in no time I had another series of organisms.

“He was a beautiful man. Very handsome and had a very inspiring cock. He wants me to stop by his house at my first opportunity. His name is Frank. I'm sure I could not go back to the club again without him. What a turn on. I may not be in for 24/7 type of submission, but I must admit I’ve had thoughts of bondage and being taken by a man almost since puberty.

“I developed tits and hips very early and enjoyed looking at my body in the mirror. I was very flexible too as a teenager. I could bend over and put the palms of my hands flat on the floor. I had a triple sided floor length mirror in my room and could look in the mirror and see my own cunt in that pose because my ass cheeks were firm and tight.

“And, I could put my elbows together without trying. These are the poses I struck for myself over and over. Arms back, shoulders back, one wrist crossed over the other behind my back -- that pose thrust my tits out and inspired many visions of being handled roughly by my brother's boy friends. I never saw myself being raped mind you, just handled roughly.”

“When I think back to those fantasies, I can see Frank putting me in bondage, like you did with Cee, and having his way with my body. Does that make sense to you?”

“It makes perfect sense to me,” she said. “You should start a period of sexual self discovery. You won’t be satisfied until you find the right person who you can trust to meet your needs once you have concluded just what those needs really are. I’ll expect a full report of your meeting with Frank and of your self assessments over the next three or four months. Remember I’m here for you if you want to chat.”

Heather met Frank at the local park. She didn’t want to take any unnecessary chances. He was dashing in his tight ribbed over shirt and wrinkle free pants. She wore a sun dress and showed plenty of leg.

He explained that his slave was a slave for life. She had given herself to him for protection and safety. In exchange, she gave him property rights over her. He used her and abused her and was not ashamed to tell others about her. He had a certain affection for her but never saw her as a permanent mate. In fact, he wanted to know if Heather would consider going on a date with him given the relationship he had with his slave.

Heather pondered this point and was reassured that Frank did not really love his slave and was not in a committed relationship with her. In fact he did not take any real sexual joy with her. He told Heather she could ask the slave herself if he was indeed telling the truth. Heather said she would take him up on his offer before going out with him. She wanted to meet the slave alone to see how she felt about Frank dating another women.

In the end, Heather was convinced that she would date Frank and even have an intimate relationship with him even though the slave was still very much in the picture. She said that at least for the next few weeks, she would only meet him at the club or the park.

She made it clear that they could explore each others sexuality and sexual interests there in the private recreation rooms. She said she could arrange whatever equipment he though he might want because she worked for the company who owned the club. All she would need was a list. She thought the list would give her a chance to see if his interests match hers.

He said he liked some bondage and did use a whip in some of his sex play. But he was not as heavy handed as many of the men they had seen at the club.

His list of sex gear included a whipping bench, restraints at the corners of the bed, a post to tie her up against, and any of the standard bondage belts and other toys she might want to add to the room. In summary, a good bit of what he would find in the room on their first date would be of her own choosing.

“Let me tell you Heather,” he said before they left the park, “I think you are one sexy lady. I love they way you walk. I love your body; it’s hot. And, I like the way you think. You have what I’m looking for in a women. I will treat you like you want to be treated. I would like to fuck you in as many different ways and in as many different places as you have places.

“The basic idea behind bondage for me is to put you in positions that immobilize you so that I can fuck you they way I want to. I’ll get my kicks just in screwing you in positions where you can’t resist me even if you wanted to. But you will never be frustrated or disappointed with any sexual encounter you have with me. I don’t ever want to hurt you or cause you severe discomfort. I will always make sure you are sexually satisfied before any date ends -- I give you my word on that.”

They started a mutually agreeable ritualistic sort of dating and mating dance. They would meet in the park on Sunday and Tuesday night and then meet at the club for sex on Thursday night. Heather had made a point of checking in with Amy after each encounter with Frank.

Amy found that she could make Clay hard just by mentioning that she had heard from Heather again. He would stand and fuck her slowly while she laid back and told him the story of the day. These “talk and fuck” sessions lasted for about 20 minutes each time before they allowed themselves to climax.

Heather was very satisfied with their first date in the club. She knew what to expect. She would be bound and fucked. No uncertainty about that. She had made arrangements to have all the material on his list available and had added several items that suited her there as well. She got to the room she had reserved first and stripped naked except for high heels. She wrote a note indicating, in general terms, that for the next several hours she was willing to engage in any sexual activity he wanted to. She taped the note on the door with his name on it.

He was gentle and sensual with her. He inspected her body with his hands. She was aroused by his touch. Her nipples and clit filled with sexual energy and were as sensitive as they had ever been. He did not need lubrication when he penetrated her cunt while she was bound to a whipping bench.

He hadn’t been in the room ten minutes before he came in her. When he put her on the bed he rode her hard until she screamed in her own orgasms. Altogether they were in the room less than twenty minutes before that had to rest in each other's arms. When they left the room they watched the action on stage until he took her home with a promise to meet her in the park again early Sunday morning.

From that first sexual encounter, Frank, knew he had a good woman in Heather. It wasn’t difficult for him to appreciate her unusual qualities as a human being and as a sex partner. He felt he could commit to Heather on a long term basis and was not reluctant to tell her that when they met again.

For her part, Heather, felt good vibes about Frank too. He seemed like a good man and certainly he was a great lover. But, she still had a nagging, unclear, issue with regard to his slave.

After about a month of talking and sex, she said “What’s your slave’s name?”

“When we first linked up she went by Ina, but after I found out she was really and truly a masochist, I called her PainSlutIna, or PS.” Why do you ask?”

“Well here’s the deal. There are wonderful feelings about you welling up inside me. I get wet just thinking of our Thursday night rendezvous. But, I need to clear the air about her. How would you feel if I asked you to give her to me? Give her to me formally as in a complete transfer of power from you to me. How would you feel about that?”

“I’m good with that. Of course I’d want you to come live with me. That way I’d have access to you and you’d have access to her?’ Can we agree on that?”

“That would be OK with me but I’d need to know that PS would be accepting of me as her mistress. Let’s go ask her. You start the conversation.”

They went to his house in the country. She had never been there before. “PainSlutIna, this is Heather. I want you to give her a tour of the house and gardens. Take as much time as you need then come back to the den, I have a question to ask you.”

When the women returned Frank asked Heather to sit in one of the large leather chairs in the room while he sat in the other. PS was left standing.

“PainSlutIna,, we have had a fine relationship as Master and slave. I enjoy having you here. You provide many wonderful domestic and non-domestic services. I now want to give you to Heather. If you accept her as your Mistress, as you have accepted me as your Master, you may continue to live here. If not, and I’m not trying to coerce you, I will have to ask you to leave. Do you understand?”

“Why of course I will give my loyalty to Heather as my Mistress if that will make you happy, Sir. Are there any strings attached Ma,am?”

“Well, before you agree, I guess it would be best if I explained some things. First, my relationship with you will be to always remind you who is in charge here. You will always be subject to my authority. I’m not a sadist. I just want to protect my sexual territory. I will never set about to train or discipline you because that’s not my thing.

“But, I will make it my business to beat you, and humiliate you, one woman to another, daily in some way. I will use you sexually when I’m in the mood and I’ll give you to Frank when I want to. He will never, and I mean never, penetrate your cunt. I may give him your mouth and your ass but never you cunt.

“I will shave your head and will insist that you keep a shaved body head to toe all the time. You will refer to me as “Mistress’ at all times in public or in private. And, you will show respect for me emotionally, and in your physical appearance, without exception. Think about those conditions carefully. If you agree, tell me. If not, pack your things and hit the road,” she said.

“If you agree, we will have the transfer of power ceremony this Thursday evening on Thanksgiving Day, at the club. Let me know by then,” Frank concluded.

Clay couldn’t believe his ears when he heard that story. The anticipation of getting the next installment drove him to an increased level of sexual energy that Amy had not previously seen. He was almost insatiable.

PainSlutIna and Frank met Heather at the club for Thanksgiving dinner. The usual erotic adventures were toned down for the occasion. In a quiet voice, PSI sought Franks permission to speak.

“Mistress, I am excited about being your personal slave; willing and consensual as they say. Your demands are fair especially under the circumstances. All I ask is that you keep me safe and free of major decision making. I am a complete and utter masochist. Use me as you wish. You can shave my head anytime. I will wear it as a badge of shame and submission. It will remind me that I am yours completely.”

The deal had been struck.

When Heather told Amy, She thought there was a pony in the pile for them at the club.

“I’ve got a couple of ideas that might be of real interest to our club patrons that would involve contest between your girl and mine.

“The first contest would require both girls get their nipples pierced and get four small gold labia rings. Cee already has a tongue stud. Flo can do the honors on your girl. When they both heal sufficiently, we can attach the girls at the tongue, nipples, and cunt on stage in very high heels. The girls could kiss and feel each other up. The crowd would decide the winner by applause.

“Next, we could make them masturbate on stage at the same time. The winner might be the one who cums first or last depending on the mood of the audience.

“The other contest could be a slave pissing contest. Both girls would be naked on stage -- they would holding their labia lips open pee. The contest would be to see who could shoot their pee the farthest. Wouldn’t the customers at the club love to see contests like that? What are slaves for if you can’t have fun with them.”

When Amy told Clay of the ideas they had dreamed up, he got hard immediately. They were quick to capture the moment with another robust and energetic fuck -- it would be the last until finals were over for the first semester of her Senior year at college. One more academic learning opportunity to go, and a life time of being a pupil to her wonderful Master and lover.

End of Part # 7