The Dominant Donovan\'s

Missy was hanging by her wrists from the rafters of the Donovan Building’s top most story. Her toes dangled four inches from the floor. He had already laid twelve lashes from his favorite whip across Missy’s lovely ass and legs. Her protests were perfunctory; she got her kicks by hanging naked for him and taking his whip. The pain in her shoulders and the welts from the lashes only increased her sexual excitement and her husband, Sam, knew that about her all to well.

“Spread your legs for me, bitch,” he screamed at her. He also knew she was aroused by his course language during their heavy duty, and very personal, intimate times together.

She strained her core and leg muscles to comply to his demand but she had to struggle to get her legs as wide apart as he required of her. Sam had learned that about her too. He knew she couldn’t hold her legs apart for long, so he quickly laid four quick lashes to her inner thighs. Missy, screamed in pain.

“Spread your legs wide for me again, girl,” he yelled. She pulled hard and he struck hard, again, on her soft inner thigh.

“Oh, Sam, take me please. Just take me! Fuck me hard. I’m so ready; so on edge. Please make me cum; please.”

Sam loved his wife five years his junior. She was beautiful and well built. She had lovely hair, soft, silky smooth, skin and high, firm boobs and shapely legs. Missy was not especially well muscled but that was hardly a requirement. She was a genuine looker and he was very proud to have her as his wife.

“Spread your legs again and take me in if you want it so much, child,” he said mocking her age. He grabbed her tiny waist with both hands and pulled her to him. He drew her legs upward so she could to wrap them around his waist and in one motion sunk his thick cock deep inside her. She pulled him in and he pulled his hips back until they had just the right rhythm and pressure to rock Missy’s clit to several gigantic orgasms.

“Do that to me again, Sam! Do me again!” she said in a firm, breathlessly sincere, yet desperate way.

Sam, if nothing else, was intent on pleasuring his young and horny wife and, she was intent on pleasing him in her own, very subtle, submissive way. Missy was an overtly sexual woman, expressive before her time. The year was 1935, only a few years after the Eighteenth Amendment to the Constitution of the U.S. banning the use of intoxicating beverages had been repealed.

Samuel L. Donovan had gotten an advanced business degree from Princeton in 1927 and immediately settled in New York to start his new export-import business. With his family connections, excellent academic record, and a brilliant business plan, Sam was able to raise the mortgage needed to purchase an unfinished fifteen story building plus money enough to start up the business and keep it from going under in the event of unforeseen problems in the early years of the business.

The firm, however, made a huge profit from the get-go. And, Sam decided to renovate the very top, and unused, floor of his building to accommodate the still significant desire for booze during Prohibition in the 1920’s. His plan took advantage of the fact that the top floor of the building had no outside awareness, as it had been constructed as a storage area. And his plan for secret access and egress to that area was clever enough to make it one of the best keep, speakeasy, secrets in New York. The profits from the speakeasy were even greater than he was making from the export-import business.

By the end of the national ban on the sale and distribution of alcoholic beverages, Sam and Missy were many years into their marriage and were well established in their energetic, if kinky, sexual machinations. As the need for the clandestine consumption of alcohol ended in 1933, Sam saw a new use for the old, four thousand foot, space he had used as a speakeasy. He could reconfigure the well equipped, secret, doubled exited, top floor of his building into his own private sex playground. He told Missy to clean it up and refurnish it with all the bondage equipment and any sex gadgets she wanted.

It was then that Missy had the chains, that would restrain her often in the ensuing years, installed in the room. Also at that time, her own natural submissive and masochistic desires took a decidedly more aggressive turn. She, even more than previously, wanted her husband to dominate her and use her body roughly. She was comfortable knowing that the room was well soundproofed and that she could scream to her hearts content and no one other than Sam could hear her.

There was a bit of a slowdown in their top floor activities when Missy got pregnant in 1936. But, after Samuel L. Donovan Junior was born and the nanny could take care of him at night, Missy dusted off the old playground and reenergized her husband to start up their active sex life once again.

Sam often left her panting from his whippings. But she was so turned on by the mixture of endorphin driven climaxes that she needed more and more of his sexual attention. Vanilla sex did not fill the bill for her; nor him either for that matter.

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In the same year that Sam Junior graduated from Princeton, like his old man, in 1957 Missy had a massive seizure caused by a previously undiagnosed aneurism in her brain and died suddenly. Normal life for the downcast family went on and Sam Jr. was brought into his Dad’s business as an executive just after he graduated. Later that year Sam Jr. married Wanda.

Sam, the old man, never liked Wanda and thought she was a cold fish. In 1962, Samuel L. Donovan III, or ‘Trey’ as they called him, was born. The Senior Donovan amused himself trying to imagine just how the tike had been conceived.

The old man waited a respectable period of morning for Missy, but his sexual energy and hormones got the better of him. He was on the prowl when he learned that one of the young secretaries in his firm, Mandy, was quite taken by his good looks and his dominating manner. And, further he noted that she, like his wife, had a very perceptible submissive streak.

It wasn’t long after Sam and Mandy had been together, that Sam confided in her that he had a great place to play their erotic games. Sam was thirty one years older than Mandy who was then only twenty four, and he realized he didn’t have the vigor to play hard much longer. Nonetheless, Mandy was a quick and willing participant, and often found herself hanging, naked, from the same chains that had held Missy years earlier.

Senior wasn’t over the reproductive hill by any means and in 1964, Mandy gave birth to Gwen. Everyone called her ’lil Mandy because, even as a baby, she closely resembled her Mom. Sam Senior retired from the firm that same year and turned the reins of executive power of his firm over to Junior on the proviso that he would agree to turn the business over to Trey when he was twenty five.

Sam Sr. and Mandy never legally married, but he loved her dearly and as a gift to Mandy for services well above and beyond, Sam bought, outright, a building up-town and established for her a business in a niche market she knew quite a bit about -- bdsm. They called it ‘The Catacomb.’ Mom and daughter made their primary, and quite comfortable, residence in the rear of the first floor shop. On that level she sold all kinds of bondage and related leather clothing, sex products, adult rated pictures, videos, and magazines. It was a bustling place.

On the second level, she started a ‘play house’ for couples who were into the scene to congregate, swap stories, and play show and tell. The second floor, which was well guarded, had a large stage and several rows of comfortable chairs facing the stage. The room also had a bar partially furnished from the discarded pieces previously used at the old speakeasy.

The third level was reconfigured into six individual spaces each with a bath room. Each space was furnished to accommodate most fetish activities. The floor also had a large, well furnished, common area for group activity as well.

Mandy always knew Sam adored his wife and that to him, she herself, was only a replacement; a willing and serviceable substitute. She loved him to the bone and was his enthusiastic sex partner; subservient in every way.

When she started The Catacomb, she began to develop very capable dominant skills and hired some lively young girls of both the dominant and submissive persuasions. The Catacomb was a big hit in town and for twenty one years Mandy ran the place with gusto.

‘Lil Mandy was not allowed into The Catacomb’s upper floors until she was eighteen year old. Her Mom felt she would see what she needed to see soon enough. She didn’t want to rush her sexual maturity any quicker than it already appeared to be developing. Mom did realize that ’lil Mandy was no shrinking violet and there was no doubt that she had a very womanly body already by that age. But, patrons to the club wouldn’t want an eighteen year old girl sitting in the seats. Accordingly, ’lil Mandy got to see the action on stage, at the appropriate age, only from the wings of the stage.

She saw many a young girl, probably not much older than she was, hauled out on stage, usually in heels, but otherwise naked, bound, and whipped. She heard their cries. And, she heard the cheers from the audience. And, she saw the contented looks on the faces of the girls when they had been fucked and brought to orgasm.

On one particular night that ’lil Mandy could not get out of her mind, a beautiful blond girl with big tits was brought on stage. The man who was with her bound her arms behind her, above her elbows, which forced her tits to jut erotically. He then fastened metal clips to her nipples and wound string around each glob until they started to turn purple. He anchored her feet to the stage in a very exaggerated spread position. He tied her hair to a hook which dangled from the ceiling and placed a penis gag deeply in her mouth.

After lubricating her cunt, he positioned a machine with a phallus attachment under her cunt and let the machine pump into her like a piston. While the machine was pumping easily in and out of her slippery cunt, the man started to beat her with a stiff leather flogger. He struck her tits often but also whipped her ass and legs hard. In no time at all, the girl looked like she was dazed and yet peaceful; her body began to shake. She would certainly have fallen if not held upright by her hair.

‘Lil Mandy knew what an orgasm looked like but this girl was in some other heaven. She needed to find out what happened to this women. She would find out from Jan.

Jan was one of several girls at the club who was not regularly attached to any particular man. Girls like her had been hired by her Mother just to be the designated ‘slave girl’ for the night if one was needed. The pay was excellent and the bruises and welts healed quickly. The customers knew the rules of the house and didn’t over do any of their naturally sadistic inclinations with women.

Jan and ’lil Mandy hit it off and became friends even though Jan was a few years older than ’lil Mandy. In time, Jan answered her questions regarding how a girl could ascend to another space as a result of psychological, emotional, and hormonal changes which occur when pain was mixed with pleasure.

Jan also confessed that she really wanted to find a dominant man and that she had concluded that she was a bona fide masochist -- or something close to it.

Jan was a fine looking girl and had found full time employment at a fashion modeling agency. But, she kept coming back to The Catacomb to visit ’lil Mandy. There friendship endured over the next year. Endured to the extent that Jan encouraged, and actually asked, ’lil Mandy to control her and dominate her since she didn’t have anyone else she trusted and loved as much.

’Lil Mandy was still learning the ropes, so to speak, but she laid down some rules for Jan. First, she was to call her ‘Mistress’ all the time; no matter where they were. She was to share her bed and pleasure her whenever she wanted. Jan was given a key to the residence, behind the shop, so she could come and go as needed.

Jan often was required to arrive in the residence thirty minutes before ’lil Mandy got there and to assume an appropriately submissive greeting position; on her knees, face to the ground, hands in front of her head. When ’lil Mandy approached her, Jan was expected to crawl to ’lil Mandy’s feet and kiss them and express her desire to please her mistress and receive training or punishment from her.

On one occasion, when Jan was in position, Mother Mandy arrived unexpectedly and saw Jan’s upraised ass. It inflamed her passions once again.

“So, Jan the pain slut is here for a beating, is that right?” she asked.

“Well, yes Ma’am, that’s what Mistress Mandy usually does when she finds me this way. But, I’m embarrassed that you should find out my secret, Ma’am,” Jan confessed.

“Not to worry you little snot, I’ll handle your whipping before ‘Mistress,’ as you call her, ever arrives.”

“Oh, please don’t do that. Mistress will likely want to beat me again and that would be just too much, Ma’am.”

“We’ll decide what is too much, slut girl, just shut up and do what you’re told.”

With that admonition, Mandy, flogged the prostate girl’s ass until it was beat red.

“Now slut girl, get on your back and bridge it high with your arms over your head. Look at the floor. Move your knees apart so I have an open shot at your pussy and little titties,” Mandy commanded.

Jan complied without comment or tentativeness. The blows to the intended targets were immediate and without mercy.

“Ok, slut, now get back in your ‘present’ position and wait for your Mistress. So far you have obeyed me well enough. I’ll be sure to tell her of your obedience.

Sure enough, ’lil Mandy returned home soon after. Jan crawled to her and hugged and kissed her feet. “Mistress, I am so happy to be with you. Please use me tonight. Ride me hard. I’m here to serve you,” she said.

“I notice you’ve already tasted the whip tonight, slut girl. Stay an place, and tell me about that.”

“Mistress, your Mother got home early and I guess she wanted to test her whipping skills on me. She beat me good, in all the tender places. I’m hurting and quite a mess right now. Quite a mess.”

“If that little story is intended to change my decision to punish you myself, it won‘t work. Get on your feet. Spread ’em. Hands behind your neck, elbows back, arch your back and get those worthless tits out in front. Now!”

“Please show pity on me Mistress. My slit is really throbbing and I need to cum, I Really do, Mistress,” she said in her most pitiful voice.

“I’ll tell you when to cum and don’t you ever cum without my permission. Got it? And that ‘slit’ as you called it, isn’t your slit or your pussy, it’s an empty, sloppy, cunt. And that empty, sloppy, cunt belongs to me to use as I want to use it. Remember that!”

“Yes, Mistress. I’m your slave. I will obey you. And I accept your choice of words and your punishments. I know my place, Mistress.”

“On what part of your body do you think I’m going to whip now, slave?”

“Mistress, I think you are going to whip my breasts, Ma’am,” she said.

“Slut! These are not your breasts stupid, they are worthless tits; do you understand me? And they are not yours, they belong to me to use and abuse as I see fit. Now what part of your body am I going to whip?”

“You are going to whip these worthless tits, Mistress. I know it will hurt because they’ve already been whipped hard earlier, if I may say so.”

“Hold those worthless tits up for me with your hands, slut. Arch your back and get your shoulders back too. Those tits are only good for two things; to be whipped and to fill out your sweaters. Isn’t that so, slave?”

“Yes, mistress you are right,” she sniffed.

The first slash from the flogger came swiftly on Jan’s tender right tit. She grunted but did not wince or flinch.

She was required to count each stroke. And, after each burning slash, she was to give an expression of gratitude for the punishment.

“Mistress, may I be so bold as to ask your permission to play with myself while you are whipping these worthless tits, please Ma’am?” she said.

“You’re lucky to have me as your Mistress. I’m so kind to you. Go ahead, but don’t loose count, slut.”

“Thank you Mistress, I’m so grateful. If it pleases you Mistress, would you please whip these worthless tits harder. When they hurt I get really good orgasms when I play with myself.”

The next lash was aimed so that it hit not only the fullness of her tit but also her nipple.

“Harder, please, harder Mistress,” she groaned.

Three more vicious slices were delivered and counted to perfection; and Jan shuddered to a very visible orgasm. Her knees buckled. She dropped, without command, to the kneel position with her ass turned high, her knees wide, toes touching and arms outstretched.

“Thank you so much, Mistress, I deserved all that and appreciate your consideration, Ma’am. I am yours and I want to serve you,” she managed to say in a sincere but barely audible manner.

Late that evening, she was invited to bed with ’lil Mandy and found new ways to electrify her Mistress’s excitable clit.

The next morning, ’lil Mandy did some shopping of her own in the front of the shop before the store opened for business. She had found, among the items for sale, a full penis shaped, soft, rubberized mold which was intended to be filled with water until the water was frozen. She gave the wrapped package to Jan who looked absolutely perplexed.

“Slut, take this hollow form and fill it with water. When the water freezes, remove the iced penis and slide it in your cunt. Pull your jeans up tight into your crotch to hold the thing snugly inside you. Then I want you to walk around this section of New York and shop for anything and everything. The ice will melt and your jeans will get wet between your legs. Keep walking. Show me that you can bear the stares of the people on the street who think you can’t control yourself. Understand, slut?”

“Oh, Mistress, you come up with some awful things for me to do. Things that really test my submissive determination. I understand what you want. But, taking these kinds of arousing orders from someone even younger than I am is a real emotional issue for me to be sure; but I won’t disappoint you.”

“I’m going to check those jeans when I get home, slut. Don’t let me down!”

Jan couldn’t help be aware of the looks she was getting from the passers by. Everyone seemed to be looking at her crotch. One women even stopped her and asked if she was alright. Jan was devastated. She didn’t know what to say. She felt her face get red with shame, so she just nodded, turned her head, and walked away.

She was also well aware of the very cold, exciting, unusual sensation deep inside her cunt as she wandered around the shopping area. She was certainly ready to get home out of her wet jeans and service her Mistress the first chance she got and to prove she was willing to suffer every humiliating test given her.

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As a nod to the past, Mandy, on the day she turned the club over to her daughter, at age 23, asked Sam Senior to take her and her daughter back to the top floor of his firm. It had long ago been abandoned as a sexual play ground. But, it had been kept as it was when Missy was alive in memory to her.

’Lil Mandy was impressed with the place and couldn‘t get out of her mind just how ingeniously Missy had outfitted the space with various bondage furniture and how brilliantly Sam Senior had camouflaged its’ several entrances. Evidently, in all the years since he gave up using it, those entrances had never been discovered.

Sam Senior never mentioned the speakeasy or the accommodations on the top floor to his only son but he did hope that his grandson would show some appreciation for his erotic efforts without harboring any unfavorable notions about his Grand Dad’s sexual proclivities.

As he matured, Trey Donovan had become a regular patron at The Catacombs. He had no idea about it’s founding history, or current owners. But, Mandy knew who he was. She watched him from afar. She noted his interest in seeing all the pretty, naked ladies, bound and tortured by their masters. He always came to the establishment alone. And he paid cash; lots of cash for the kind of services he demanded.

Finally, Mandy pointed Trey out to her daughter and told her that he was the grandson of the owner of the Donovan Building. ’Lil Mandy was sharp and connected the dots immediately.

She was two years younger than Trey and had seen him at the club fairly regularly for several years.

Mother Mandy had held her secret until Trey had reached the age of twenty five when he was elevated to the corner office and was the Chief Executive of The Donovan Export and Import Company. It was then that she suggested that her daughter try to date Trey and become a confident and friend, if not a lover.

Trey called her ‘Gwen,’ her given name. He tried to guess Gwen’s age and her sexual inclinations, but she kept most things to herself on their first date. He did most of the talking. She encouraged him to tell her about his family history and his new position in the family firm. While not a braggart, Trey was forthcoming as might be expected of a good looking, very wealthy, young man.

Gwen, told him that she had seen him at the club and noticed that he came alone but that his bills suggested a more than casual interest in domination. Trey acknowledged that he had long ago experienced a fascination with submissive women, female bondage and discipline; it excited his libido.

Gwen and Trey had several more dates but they all ended quietly with her bussing his cheek tenderly with no hit of favors to come. On their fourth date, Trey was emboldened enough to ask Gwen if he had ever done anything to deserve the ‘cold shoulder’ treatment from her. Gwen knew what he meant.

“Trey, let me be straight with you; I’m not your kinda gal. I like you a lot but I’ve got some secrets I can’t tell you about right now and perhaps more than that, I’m a domme’. Not a sub. You need a good sub and I think I have a good candidate for you if you’re interested.

“I’ve trained this girl but she needs a man badly. She needs a dominant man; she has told me that much. What do you say that I introduce you two and you can date her a few times and see what develops. I’ll tell ya, she is good looking, stacked, and very submissive. You’ll like her! Her name is Jan. If you take her, I guarantee I will stop using her.”

Trey did take to Jan at first sight. She was picture pretty, tall, thin hipped and full busted.. He day dreamed about her while in his office. Dreamed about having her serve him. Dreamed about training her to be his perfect slave. Their dates were wonderful. She always looked great and listened. He talked. She confirmed her submissive tendencies and her desire to please ‘her man;’ her Master.

On their third date at a small local theater, Trey told Jan that he wanted her to go the ladies room and remove her bra, carry it back in her hand, and give it to him when she got back.

“This is my first test with Trey,” she thought to herself. “I dig this guy, he’s one in a million. I’d better get this right.”

When she returned to her seat next to him, she looked at him directly, handed him the bra and said “you asked for this Sir?”

“Why yes, I did, didn’t I. It’s quite sexy and seems large. What size bra do you wear, Jan?” he asked, none too quietly.

“Trey, I wear a size 36 with a C cup,” she answered as casually as she could manage considering the crowd around them.

“Well that’s nice. Now, I’m going to the men’s room. When I get back and before I sit down, I’m going to put my hand down the front of your sweater and squeeze your right tit. Don’t be frightened or pull away. Just let me have my way. It’s important to me.”

“What kinda guy tells a girl that he’s only recently dated that he’s going to squeeze her tits in a public place and then demand that she not to pull away,” she mused. “Well, I think he’s the kind of man I need, so I’ll go along with what he wants.”

She saw him coming back to his seat out of the corner of her eye. She sucked in her core muscles, pulled her shoulders back , arched forward and took a large, lung expanding, breath. Her tits were as taut as she could make them.

His warm hand slid down the front of her V neck sweater onto her naked breast. He squeezed her tit and flicked his finger across her nipple several times. She did not pull away. But, she did feel her juices form at the edge of her cunt.

“I liked that Jan. You have very nice tits and hard nipples, you must know that, don’t you?”

“Thank you Trey. They are all natural, and I am proud of them.

“I had a lot of time while you were gone to think about what you planned to do when you came back right here in public. It’s no wonder my nipple is as hard as it can be. Truth be told, I liked it too. Can we go somewhere and be alone?” she asked quietly.

She took him to her place, where he got to see and use her entire package. “Very impressive body, and she really knows how to please a man,” he thought to himself.

Their early times together did not test her boundaries; physically or emotionally. But, Jan convinced Trey, many times over, that she was a submissive girl and that she could completely satisfy his dominant sexual appetite.

One date led to another and Jan developed an increasingly trusting attitude toward Trey. He, in turn, found Jan a delight. Just the kind of girl he was looking for. He had his hands on her all the time. She loved it. Gwen could sense that their relationship was for real; they had indeed bonded as a couple.

One evening, Gwen approached Trey and Jan as they were coming into the club. “Can we all take a walk together?” she asked.

In a quiet voice she said, “Trey, did you know that I’ve met your Grand Father? And, did you know that my Mother knew him quite well too? In fact, she knew him in the very well in the biblical sense of the word,” she said soberly.

Trey was without words. “I had no idea. No idea at all. Are you serious?” he responded gently.

“After your Grand Mother, Missy, died many years ago, your Grand Dad and my mother got to be an item, as they say, despite their age difference. Pretty snappy couple they say. Anyway, the secret, I couldn’t tell you about a few months ago is that I’m your Grand Dad’s daughter. You and I are really brother and sister on some level. Isn’t that a hoot?

“Now let’s not make too much of that, but I thought you’d want to know eventually especially since I know one more secret that I’m sure you and Jan will find most interesting. Want to know what it is?”

“Gwen, don’t toy with me,” Trey said, somewhat disdainfully. “We’re much too involved with each other to play games. Tell me what you know!”

“Well, it’s really easier to show you than to tell you. Let’s walk to The Donovan Building and I’ll let the secret show itself there.”

When they got to the building, Gwen took them down into the rather dark underground garage. There was a door marked “storage” a few feet from the freight elevator. It was locked. Gwen poked her finger into a small unremarkable hole in the side of the opposing wall and the metal ‘storage’ unlocked and sprung open about a half inch. She pulled the door the rest of the way open, and all three of them went into what looked like a small passenger elevator. Gwen, found a second secreted panel and it sprung open as well; it had two buttons; one for up and one for down. She pressed up.

The elevator creaked to a start and shimmied directly to the very top floor of the building. The door opened automatically and welcomed them into another small “storage” room which had a peep hole in the wall. She found the secret button to open that door and they walked inside the play room just as it had been during Missy’s day. She found the light switch and the entire room came to a dim life.

Jan and Trey were dumbfounded. Speechless. She took his arm and hugged it tightly against her tits. In fact, she started to feel her cunt juices begin to trickle from her.

“Holy mackerel. This is unreal. Did Grand Dad do your Mother here?”

“Yep. For real. That’s what she said. No beating around the bush, so to speak,” Gwen said.

“Mom and Dad brought me here some time ago as a way to tie things together for me. Your Grand Pa was madly in love with your Grand Ma for many years. During the period of Prohibition he made this place into a speakeasy. When Prohibition was over, he had his wife made it up into their own private play room, pretty much as it is right now, including some of the original equipment which she had custom made for them. Then your Dad was born but that didn’t seem to stop their energetic sex play which was pretty well unspoken of in that era.

“After my Mom and Dad had been together for several years I came along and they decided to assume a more vanilla relationship. While never married, Dad bought Mom the building where the club is now and set her up in business.

“He never has told your father about this place. It is a well guarded secret. After prohibition the security details of the speakeasy were changed out and the entrance here and the other one over there were soon forgotten. What do you think?”

“Well, I’m still getting over the fact that we’re related; closely related. Whew! That realization will take a bit of getting used to. It’s not a negative thing, just a very surprising thing,” Trey confessed.

“After saying that, and I don’t know about you Jan, but I’m thrilled with this place. I’d like to make some changes to update it for my use but this is fantastic. I can see you hanging over there from those chains right now Jan. Can’t you?”

“Oh jeeze, Trey. I’m really flustered now. And embarrassed that you’re talking about me with Gwen here especially because of our own past relationship. But, yes, sure, truth be told, I can visualize that, and look forward to being part of that. Knowing that Gwen’s Mom and your Grand Mom hung from those same chains is almost too much to think about. Pretty kinky huh?”

“So, Jan, you seemed embarrassed when I suggested in front of Gwen that I might whip you here. Does she know that you don’t wear panties any more just to please me?”

“No Master, I’ve never told her that.“

“Does Gwen know you shave all your body hair below your neck now, Slave?”

“No Master, she didnt know that until you just told her, Sir.”

“Has Gwen ever seen you fuck a guy?“

“No Master, she’s never seen me do that, Sir.”

“Well, do you want me to fuck you right here and now so Gwen could see how obedient your are for me, Slave?”

“Master, Gwen is my friend and my former lover as you know. Hear you ask me that question is a surprise for me and doing it isn’t high on my list Sir, but I’m your slave and if that’s what you want, that’s what I want too,” she said.

“No, Slave, I want you to beg me to fuck you right now; on that old table. Now ask me properly if I would please fuck you in front of Gwen. Go over to the table and get rid of your skirt. Get your ass on the edge of the table and raise your legs high. Then ask me, as your Master, if I would be so kind as to fuck you so that Gwen could watch. Do it now!”

Jan walked slowly to the dusty table and let her skirt fall to the floor. As advertised, she was clean shaven with no under pants. She knew the position he wanted her to assume and easily lifted her legs wide, above shoulder level, giving him a direct shot into her already lubricated cunt.

“Please, Master, if it pleases you, would you fuck your slave here. It seems that my friend, Gwen, would enjoy seeing that.”

“Would you like to see this slut get fucked, Gwen? It might be fun,” he said.

“Sure Trey, do her. Take your time. I’m in no hurry. Have her get her hands under her ass. It would give you more of an angle into her and it would keep her hands away from her sloppy clit. Pump her hard. Don’t rush to give her any relief,” Gwen said.

“Such a fix. Who’d have thought that I’d be naked and getting screwed in front of anyone let alone my friend Gwen. These two dominants are really a diabolical pair. They really know how to mess with my mind and put a girl through her paces.

“If they ever wrote an adult book account about all the subbies who’ve be used and abused in this place, they could call it ‘The Tale of Three Women,” she thought smiling to herself.

Trey’s body arched and stiffened; he grabbed Jan by her hip bones, pulled him cock inside her deeply, and shot his wad.

“Take your hands from under your ass, slave. Rub your sensitive clit hard while I’m still pumping you. I want this time to be a memorable experience for you too,” Trey said.

“Oh, it will be etched in my memory forever; for sure,” Jan thought to herself.

It didn’t take long before Jan quivered and shook in grand fashion. Gwen told her not to clean herself up and to let Trey’s cum run down her legs.

While Jen was getting readjusted, Gwen quickly walked Trey over to the secondary entrance and exit at the rear of the space . She suggested that it might have been used by the folks who used the speakeasy if the feds ever had ever found it in use. The deep stairwell was quite dusty and unkempt. They were convinced there were no skeletons there but didn’t dare go further.

“You will have to help me with the remodeling, Jan. Are you game for that?” Trey asked.

“Sure Trey, that would be exciting; almost as exciting as my last orgasm which I really liked. I hope you did too Master. And you too Gwen.

“Let’s plan out what we want to achieve and do it as a project together. I’m sure we see this place from different perspectives, if you get what I mean.” She gave a wicked wink, hugged his arm against her, and smiled the smile of a Cheshire cat.

As they walked back to the club, Jan hugged his arm closely again like a newly wed on her trip back down the aisle. She was very conscious of the fluid running down her leg and her nipples were hard. She made sure Trey felt for himself just how excited she was. She also thought that everyone close by could detect the scent of an aroused women coming from her.

Gwen looked at the couple, appreciated the significance of what she had done, and was pleased with herself.

“All that history is still a secret as far as my Mom and I are concerned. And, because of the possible embarrassment which could come to Mom, you both must promise to keep it a secret too,” Gwen said.

Verbal assents were made all around.

“After I complete refurnishing the space, I hope we can have an intimate dinner for the four of us there. Agree?”

Again, assents were made all around.

Jan and Trey never married. But, he treated her like a queen in public; most of the time. She was routinely referred to as Mrs. Donovan in their social life. They lived in The Loft, as Trey called it, for reasons of personal privacy and convenience. But, for social respectability he purchased a condo on the West Side for entertaining and dinner parties of their own.

Jan was totally devoted to Trey and to his social requirements; the social requirements of a new, and quite wealthy, New York business man. If anyone at these affairs had looked carefully, they would routinely see his hand fondling her well formed ass. Actually he was feeling for the welts on her naked ass. He really got a kick doing that. He insisted, on these social occasions, that she wear clinging, silky, tight dresses as well as great, high-style, heels or boots. He was willing to spend lots of money for that look.

“When did you acquire this welt, Slave?” he would ask as his fingers traced the welt line.

“Master, that one appeared last Friday night, I believe,” she would say.

“When did you notice this welt, Slave?”

“Sir, that one is fresh and tender. I think it came up last night.”

All the banter about welts was just a game between lovers to them; it went on all the time.

On one occasion, Jan felt that he was being a bit too obvious about having his hands on her ass. “Master, don’t you think that it is embarrassing for me when you play with my ass all the time in public?” she said.

“Slave, that is not your ass, it is my ass,” he admonished. “And, the welts are the welts I put there. So I have every reason to feel that ass and those welts. Is that clear?”

“Master, of course you’re correct. I have no rights. I’m your slave and you are my master. Please forgive me, Sir.”

And as she said those words, she turned and pressed her tits into his chest. She kissed him on the lips with passion. “Sir, I was very wrong. Please accept my deepest apology; please?”

“Yes of course, Slave. I accept your apology. It was sincere. But, you still need to be punished. You punishment will be that the next time we are out to one of these social clam bakes, you will wear a butt plug. And you can be sure I’ll feel for it too.” He winked at her and gave her tight ass a not to tender pinch. She didn’t seem to mind if anyone saw the pinch.

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Work on The Loft was slow given his intent to keep that portion of the building a continued secret. He replaced the soundproofing, put in rubberized floor tile, installed a mechanized wench for the chains, added a kitchen and a large private bath and bedroom with skylights, and, revitalized the many pieces of bdsm gear. But, his most significant improvement was the addition of a third, secret, stairway and elevator that connected his corner office, one floor down, to The Loft.

Jan had abandoned her relationship with Gwen and her career as a model. She now had a new life. Her new life with Trey was her main, if not only, interest. She provided the coordination skills and decorating concepts for the Loft space. And, she easily adapted to using his credit card.

Her aim was to make the space regal, masculine, and edgy. She bought several large Persian rugs to soften the new rubberized floor. And she purchased a large, comfortable, chair, that for all intents and purposes, was a throne. She added mirrors and pillows everywhere, and had highly specialized music, video and recording equipment installed. One wall was dedicated to housing her vast leather and other erotic clothing collection and included a display of whips, floggers, spreader bars, cuffs, clips, masks and other items which she just really liked to hold and try on when she was by herself.

She had a unique bed designed and built. She had always visualized being bound tightly, hand and foot to the edges of a large bed that could be inflated. The inflation option, when utilized, would thrust her upward, stretching her body high, wide, and very tight until she was absolutely unable to move. It would have the added advantage of raising her ass high as well, for easier penetration.

She included in the design, a feature which allowed her to fasten herself in a spread position to the bed without assistance. The devise had an unlocking mechanism which could be set to release her at a pre-set time. A video camera was installed above the bed. It was all she had imagined.

On the day the new bed was completed, she tried it. She set the timer on the releases for two hours but called Trey just before she pressed the ‘set’ button. The mattress worked to perfection. It locked her limbs in place and filled up with air, stretching her nude body upward. She could feel the normal air currents of the room circulating on her skin; most notably on her aroused and wet cunt.

When she heard the door open her heart jumped a beat. Trey was on her silently, in a flash. “Do not say a word. You are my captive. And my Slave.” He tried to make his voice sound as sinister as he possibly could.

“I will do what I want with you for the next several hours. You can’t escape. You will not get any sexual relief. Get used to it, slut. Nothing for you; all for me. Get it?” And did she ever get it.

He kissed her passionately and stroked her face, tits, cunt, and legs. He pinched her nipples aggressively and played with her slippery clit. He sucked her nipples and sucked her clit. He ravaged her cunt with his prick on and off for almost the entire two hours. He worked her nerves to a frazzle.

By the time he was done teasing her with feathers, whips and his fingers and tongue and penis she was a giggling mass of oozing womanhood. She thought he would never quit. Not that she wanted him to quit really, but she did want to cum badly.

The timer went off and the restraints flew back releasing her. The air was released from the custom made mattress and she came back down. The bed was perfect, she thought. It had held her tightly when he was playing with her. She could not move a muscle. What a feeling.

“This was really a good idea!” She thought to herself. Trey was drained and satisfied too.

She had also decorated their new bedroom. She purchased a larger than king-sized bed designed to resemble those of the early Persian potentates. Nothing was too good for her new master.

Trey over saw the building process and the billing. He was excited and ecstatic. But, he decided to use, as a ruse for beating Jan, the idea that she had spent way too much money furnishing The Loft.

“Look at these bills, Slave. Where did you get the idea that you could spend money like a drunken sailor on shore leave. You will pay with our hide for this extravagance!” he bellowed.

Jan knew Trey too well to know that he was far from displeased with her spending habits. But she was excited knowing that he knew that she knew she was really being beaten because that was just what he wanted to do.

“He just wants to see me dance, or swing, or scream. He wants be to dominate me. He wants to see my reaction to pain. He wants to see the welts raise. And frankly, I’m good for that and he knows it,” she said to herself.

Trey had, for some time, had his eye on the large ‘walking circle’ that had been a part of the original playground. A slave, or slaves, bound, and tied to the ceiling mounted outer ring, could be forced to walk at various speeds around the ring which had a fifteen foot radius. The speed of the ring when in motion could be made to run at trot speed or to a slow walk at the discretion of the operator.

Trey made Jan put on her four and one half inch leather heels and strap them tightly around her ankles. He circled her waist with a 22 inch cincher, pulled her head and chin up with a full neck brace.

He laced her arms behind her in a single-sleeve binder and attached another lace to the hand-end of the binder. This he pulled tightly through her ass, up into her cunt and tied it off to a belt around her waist. He placed another leather belt under the back straps of the single-arm binder and attached it to a chain hanging from the edge of the sturdy metal wheel overhead as a means of providing some safety and stability for her.

When she saw him look upward, Jan knew she was in for a night of it. She had seen the ‘walking wheel’ but hadn’t given it too much thought, Now she asked herself “I wonder who else has also gotten this hardship ‘tour’ before me?”

“Keep up your speed, slave, and be careful, because I’ll be changing the pace from time-to-time,” he said to her.

The old motor began to turn the wheel and she stepped forward tentatively. Trey had moved his throne close to the path of the wheel. He had taken a long single tail whip in hand to help Jan keep her mind on her troubles. It wasn’t long before he snapped the whip at her right calf.

“Hustle up, slut. Or there will be more where that came from.” He adjusted the pace up one notch and Jan felt the tug on her shoulders. She adjusted to the new speed and felt the ache in her legs as she was forced to press forward on her high heels which certainly were not intended for speed.

The whip cracked her ass. Then her thigh. Then her back and occasionally her nipples.

Jan was in a sweat and struggling to keep from teetering or twisting an ankle.

“I have to please him. I want to please him. I want him to be proud of me,” She said to herself over and over.

He increased the pace again. Random thoughts went through her mind.

“I knew from the beginning that he is a hard dom,” she reminded herself.

She knew he wanted her to suffer, but would not leave her with permanent marks.

She was sweating profusely as he shifted the wheel to a slower pace.

Her back was stripped and her ass had more welts. Her nipples stung and her legs bore the brunt of his stinging single tail. Her legs were in agony from the tension of her ‘walk’ around the room. She didn’t cry but she hurt, perhaps a good hurt, but hurt nonetheless.

“Master, if it would please you, let me service your cock with my mouth. Please Sir,”

He knew that comment was her way of asking him for mercy and relief. They had agreed they would not have a safe word but he knew what she was saying.

“Slave, I’m going to get you down, but I hope you’ve learned your lesson in good financial management. Now get your grubby mouth to work and suck my shaft down your throat all the way.”

He pushed her to her knees and wrapped his fingers in her hair so he could control her head. “Keep those slutty knees of yours wide open, cunt. You are here to please me so start pleasing,” he said, meaning to sound angry.

“If you want to finger yourself, that’s ok. Just keep your mind on what you are here for. You can cum after I cum and not a second sooner.”

He did his best to control himself, but in the end, her wonderful ministrations with just her tongue, mouth and throat just got him to the point where he couldn’t hold back any longer and he exploded his load into her. She loved that warm feeling and gulped his jims down like it was her last meal. Then, she let her fingers go to town on her clit to get a series of her own rocking climaxes.

“Let’s go to bed now, slave. You take care of your welts first, but hustle up. I have to get to the office early you know,” he said. When she was snuggled next to him he reached for her nipple and drove her to distraction while he pulled, pinched, and toyed with it until he nodded off to a peaceful slumber.

Jan spent her days developing a grade ‘A’ erotic library and maintaining the leather and machinery in the play room. She read a lot and did a lot of aerobic and tone building exercises. She actually was in better shape and was looking better since she had taken up with Trey and she was pleased with herself.

She always met him as she was taught; on her knees, ass high, head and hands on the carpet near the entrance to the Loft which was newly connected to his office.

From time-to-time he would call her to say he was coming up for a nooner. She would be in position waiting for him unless he had some other plan in mind. Frequently, he would invite her to his office just to have her suck him off while he was on the phone with a client. Once, he had a staff meeting with her under the desk nude.

“What a tease,” she thought, “but if anyone heard me under here, or saw me, I’d be mortified beyond belief. But, that’s what he likes to do to me. He’s the Master and I’m just his slave.”

For her Christmas present, Trey gave her seven imported and very expensive silk robes with pastel Asian designs. Each robe was quite short for a tall girl coming to about ten inches above her knees. The robes came with a matching pair of open-backed, silk, slippers with two and one half inch heels. Jan was to wear only these robes and heels around The Loft unless Trey told her otherwise. Her full, up-turned tits pressed against the silky material and excited her nipples which then stood erect and firm. She loved the gifts; they made her look and feel sexy.

It was not at all rare at all for him to phone her and tell her to stand at attention nude in heels in front of a mirror with nipple clips or cunt clips for fifteen minutes at a time or to blindfold herself for an hour or more. Then he would tell her to stimulate her clit but not to cum. He was in control all the time, she knew it and she loved it.

He gave her a one month assignment in February. Each morning, Jan was to spank her own ass cheeks with a paddle, one hundred times per cheek, and video record herself doing it. Her spankings were to become more intense each day as the month progressed. And, she was to punish her tits with a hair brush as well, for at least ten minutes a day. Actually she kinda liked that one.

In early March, he told her to arrange the private dinner for four that he had promised Gwen and her Mother. It was the meal that Trey had promised as a memory to times past in that very top room. Jan arranged for a take-out dinner. She picked up the meals and wine and set the table. Everything was set for Gwen, Mandy, Trey and herself. A very informal, pleasant, and tasteful meal which Jan alone cleaned up.

“Want to see Jan spank herself everyone?” he asked knowing that the question would be an uncomfortable one for Jan.

“Oh god, he really is going to show those things to these friends of mine. What a friggen embarrassment. I thought those were only for his private viewing. I just want to crawl away,” she thought to herself.

He adjusted the feed and they all watched as Jan smacked her ass with a paddle and tenderized her tits with the hair brush. While her skin reddened on each occasion, it was clear that each day after she had put the paddle and hair brush down, Jan had fingered her clit and had managed a glorious climax. She had forgotten she was recorded on video.

“Well, everyone, did you see those climaxes? I never gave her permission for that. What kind of discipline do we give a slave who takes liberties and disobeys her Master? Any suggestions Mandy? Gwen?” Trey asked.

“Have you ever dangled her from the chains, like your Grand Pa did in the old days?” asked Mandy. “I’d like to see that, having been on the wrong end of the chains and whip several times myself,” she winked.

“Did you ever beat her cunt raw like we’ve enjoyed seeing done at the club from time-to-time?” asked Gwen.

“Given the ‘remembering the old times’ theme of the evening, I’m game for the chains and whips idea. Since you two know the ropes, so to speak, why don’t you proceed to bind this bad girl up and I’ll do the whipping.”

The ladies flew to the chance and in no time Jan was hanging completely naked with her arms over head and legs tied wide to the sides. There was no need for Trey to see if she was wet. He could see the liquid oozing from her.

Trey took Jan’s head in his hands and made her look him in the eyes. “Whose slave are you, slut?”

“I’m your slave, Master, and I know I disobeyed you and took liberties which you didn’t authorize, Master. I deserve your displeasure and your punishment.”

“Slave, you now get to count and to thank me for each stroke I lay on you. And, every once in a while, I’ll ask you again why you are being whipped. I’ll want to hear each word clearly. Do you understand?”

“Oh, yes Sir, I do understand. And, I will be a good girl from now on, you can rest assured of that, Sir”

She could not help but react to each blow.

“aah, aah, aah, that one hurt. Thank you Sir, That was number one, sir.” It had caught her on the lower leg.

“Oh for gods sake, Ooouuch. Thank you Sir. That was number twelve.” He had aimed at her left tit and got it flush.

“Ooo, uh, oum. Thank you Siiir, That was number twenty one.” It hit her ass again. She started to whimper despite her best efforts to remain in control of herself.

She didn’t want to cry, not with her friends looking on. Crying made her feel like a child and a failure, especially in front of her friends.

“Slave, why am I whipping you?” he asked.

“Sir, I deserved to be punished because I fingered myself to a climax every day last month without your permission. I was a very bad girl. I won’t do it again, Sir I promise,” she said meekly.”

“Ouuuuuu, Sir. Thank you. But that was a bad one.” It hit her right tit. “Number twenty seven, I,I,I,I think.” She could barely get her words out.

“Ughhhh,” she grunted, “Thann Yooo. Thurry fiii.” That one snapped around her waist and hit her bony hip. Her eye lids fluttered and she seemed to drift.

Gwen whispered to Trey that she had seen this type of reaction before and that he needed to be careful because Jan seemed to be going into her own vulnerable space. A place he had never seen her go previously. Perhaps she had never been exposed to so much pain before.

It didn’t matter. He released her, held her, and told her she was beautiful. Gwen took her to the bedroom, washed her up and applied medicated salves to her bruises. Her skin had not been broken.

Trey kissed his guests, saw them to the elevator, said his “see ya laters” and went again to nurse poor Jan. He held her and warmed her and she did come around well. She couldn’t recall everything that she had been through but she said what she could recall had been a wonderful experience. He guessed that what she was feeling was a sense of fulfillment, pride, and love.

In the morning her nerves were still aflutter. But, she did feel good. And, she exuded a renewed sense of self esteem. She held herself tall and looked in tip top shape in her heeled slippers and short robe.

He told her again that she was beautiful and sexy. Then he held her in front of him and looked into her eyes and told her that he loved her; this for the first time. And she heard him loud and clear.

He said he would always treasure her and take care of her. He affirmed that he would still be her Master, and would still be hard on her as he continued her training and because it gave him great pleasure. But from then on, it would be a different, but not an entirely new journey, for both of them together.

In her minds eye, she saw herself hanging from the rafters by her wrists like the women before her. In actuality, she felt her hardened nipples and the increased wetness in her pulsing cunt.