Day and Knight Volume I

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME I

Chapter # 5

“I’m sure, I’ve mentioned to you, Slave, that your legs are stunning.” Roger said to her over the phone. “Since you have committed to be my slave, your legs are now part of my asset base, just like the rest of your body and my business. Isn’t that true, Patti?”

“Yes, that’s the way I look at it now too, Master.” she replied with a tone dripping with pride.

“You look great in high heels and sheer hose, but, I’ve seen those legs without hose and they are even more exciting that way. Without hose, I can see every muscle, every sinew, every curve. With those exciting images in mind, I’m going to insist that when we go out together, in the future, that you only wear vampie, ankle strapped heels. No hose.

“And, to make sure that my property is properly cared for, every day, I want you to purchase only the best creams and oils to keep your legs soft, supple, and fresh looking. Perhaps some products with aloe, chamomile, glycerin, vitamins, and herbs. Stuff that smells good too. Your legs should be hairless, shine, and be ultra smooth to the touch. In fact, your entire body should routinely be pampered just like your legs. Are you getting my drift, here, Slave?”

“Yes, Master, I understand. I do exfoliate and oil my body routinely, but I’m sure I can do a better job. I’ll do some research and shop at the best places in town. You should see an improvement soon, Sir.”

“One, more thing, Slave. I want you to start using a tanning salon. I don’t want you to look like a bottle of milk. Get a nice even tan; not too dark, just a golden glow. I’ll pay the bill for the tan and the creams.”

Patti spent many hours complying with Roger’s demands and she also spent a lot of time with Laurel. Laurel was a demanding teacher and she didn’t want any more of Patti’s, girlie-pal relationship. Laurel required that Patti remain nude during the learning sessions and that Patti start each session by kissing her feet and pledging her devotion to her from a “Backward-arch” position.

Laurel taught Patti every submissive position Roger suggested. These positions included the Backward-arch, the Prone, the Attention, the Kneel Down, the Kneel Up, the Kneel Worship, and the ‘Slave Open’. She instructed and corrected Patti over and over on these positions, much like a marine drill sergeant would do with raw recruits.

Patti was also drilled on her favorite rituals especially the one where she was required, without prompting, to affirm her submission to both Laurel and Roger. She had written it, memorized it by heart, and internalized every word truthfully. “I belong to you Master/Mistress. I am your slut slave and accept your dominance over me. I will obey you and satisfy you in every way possible. I consent in advance to suffer any punishment or training. I will endure any humiliating test you require of me. I trust you and love you for granting me the honor of being your slut slave, Master/Mistress.”

Laurel got a real kick of Patti’s ritual when she came up to the apartment for a training session. Patti would undressed in the outer hallway and then knock for permission to enter. When Laurel opened the door, Patti would crawl to the center of the living room and assume the Kneel Down position. With her ass high, back bowed, tits on the carpet, and arms out stretched in front of her head, she would verbally confirm her slut slave, and submissive, role. Laurel would get so excited by this ritual that she always needed a period of time to simmer down. It was on these frequent occasions that she would order Patti to kiss her feet and clean between her toes with her tongue.

In addition to training on submissive rituals and positions, Laurel had taken it upon herself to train Patti in the proper technique to service Rogers prick with her mouth. Patti had a lot to learn especially how to take his cock down her throat past her gag reflex. When she was able to hold her breath and get the faux dick past her gag reflex, she was then expected to work the rubber phallus into her throat and hold it. She started with a goal of ten seconds, and when she mastered that amount of time, she was to increase her tolerance by one second every few days until she was able to tolerate the pressure for as much as thirty seconds.

To further Patti’s ability to perform fallatio, Laurel, frequently inserted an inflatable cock gag in Patti’s mouth and kept it there for extended periods of time. She often bound her arms behind her at the elbows, snap on a pair of thumb cuffs and make her stand in front of a mirror and look at her distended lips and jaw while she learned to adjust to the increased pressure in her mouth.

While unobserved, Laurel would see Patti posing for herself and arching her back to give emphasis to her perky tits. Patti seemed to like what she saw. Laurel could tell, just by the fluid she observed coming from her very moist cunt lips.

Laurel also had another approach for improving Patti’s skill at sucking cock. She had a rubber cock glued to a board which she could attach by use of clamps to a column in their game room. Patti would be required to spend hours sucking the cock and forcing it down her throat under Laurels watchful eye. Both Patti and Laurel were convinced that all of her cock sucking training was about to pay big dividends for Roger.

Laurel told him that Patti would always get around to begging her for permission to cum by the time her training sessions were close to coming to an end. She would encourage Patti by telling her that if she performed well during the session she would allow her to come to a climax, and for that matter, as many climaxes as she could work up. First however, Pattie would be required to pleasure Laurel with her tongue until she, herself, as the dominant mistress, was satisfied. Patti was getting better at pleasing Laurel and took satisfaction in that endeavor as well.

Laurel said that she had developed a great way to end each training session. But, the real kicker was that the clitoral orgasms Patti was so excited to experience would only come, not by manual stimulation but from the application of the business end of a snapper whip.

Patti was required, while on her back, to raise her ass high off the carpet and spread her knees wide offering her sensitive cunt and clit to be whipped. When Patti was in position, Laurel insisted that Patti beg her to whip her clit directly with the flat end of the snapper. As the whipping proceeded, slowly at first, Laurel required Pattie beg her to whip her clit harder and faster so that she could get the orgasm she wanted; which she always did. Patti was then required to thank Laurel for her compassionate decision to whip hard enough and quickly enough for her to achieve the release she needed.

Laurel felt it was quite possible for Patti to someday, come to orgasm on command and to always experience sexual release in as part of any punishment she was required to bear. She warned Roger to be on the lookout for that reaction and to stop punishing Patti if he felt she was getting pleasure from the pain.

It gave Roger great satisfaction to hear Laurel recount how Patti was progressing. Laurel was effusive in her praise of Patti’s cock sucking improvement and even commented that her tan was coming along as fast as could be expected. She commented that the texture of Patti’s skin was softer and more feminine and that Pattie had learned to sustain every submissive position she had learned for extended periods of time.

“Tell Patti that she will need to go shopping by herself next Monday right after noon to get fitted for a pair of custom made, high heeled boots, Roger told Laurel. “Tell her you will make the appointment. Give her the address of Mr. Farr’s shop and tell her she will no doubt need to go back to the store for several fittings. She is not to wear hose on these trips. Let her decide on her own if she wears underwear. She might ask you to go with her. If she does ask, politely decline and tell her to do what she’s told to do.”

Pattie did go to the first fitting alone. The shop was a seedy place on one of the side streets of the fashion district of the city. The owner of the shop was older but didn’t seem lecherous. To maintain her modesty, Patti sat with her legs tight together and her dress pulled down snugly.

She hadn’t been in the store very long when the phone rang at the counter. Mr. Farr answered. He then looked at her and said “Is your name Patti, Miss? If it is, this call is for you.”

“Why, yes it is,” she said looking stunned.

She rose to answer the phone as the owner looked on. She recognized Roger’s voice at once.

“Slave, are you wearing underpants today?” he asked crisply.

“Yes, Sir, I am,” she responded meekly.

“While I’m on the phone, I want you to take off those panties and give them to Mr. Farr. Do it now!” he said in his no nonsense tone of voice.

“Mr. Farr, my Master wants you to have these, Sir” Patti said as she pealed the black thong down and off of her shapely legs.”

“The gentleman is smelling my panties as we speak, Master,” she said.

“Now, as Mr. Farr goes on with the fitting process, I want you to let him fondle your feet, and legs. Make sure he gets to see your cunt as often as he wants. I want to get a good report on you from him. Understand, Slave?”

“Yes, Master, he has my panties already. The rest shouldn’t be too much of a problem Sir.”

There it was. Another test of her willingness to humble herself and comply with his embarrassing commands. It had come out of the blue. Of course she would comply; her juices were flowing already.

Mr. Farr hadn’t been seated on his little stool in front of her for more than thirty seconds when she noticed a pre cum spot on the front of his tan pants. He had unlaced her four inch heel and wrapped both hands around her demure foot. He pressed his hands together and let them move up her ankle to her knee. He was looking directly at her cunt and had his hands about mid-thigh when he looked at her almost pleadingly.

He said, “Miss, without a doubt you are the most attractive girl I’ve ever met in person. And, your feet and legs are to die for. I’m a foot and leg man and I can’t continue with you today. I must close the shop now. If you can come back at four o’clock tomorrow, and if you let me keep your panties, I’ll give you the boots of your choice, for free, when we finish the final fitting. Can you make it then?”

“Sure, I’ll be back tomorrow. I hope you’ll be ok by then,” she added teasingly.

She reached for her shoe but he quickly grasped the opportunity to touch her foot and trim ankle once again. She left with Farr clutching her panties to his face.

The following day, Patti returned to Farr’s specialty women’s shoe shop. He seemed at ease with her and talked breezily about nothing in particular but he never missed a chance to leer at her when she voluntarily spread legs and exposed her well shaved cunt. He nodded approvingly as she modeled the various styles and he gave her advise on how to keep her balance by shifting her weight on her hips to accommodate the very highest of the shoes and boot which he brought for her inspection.

He caught her eyeing a sensuous pair of black, thigh-high, boots which he had on display in the shop window. “If you would feel more comfortable trying those boots on in the back of the store out of the view of the passers by, I can arrange that, Miss,” he said.

“What does he have up his sleeve, or pant leg,” she wondered. Well, whatever it is, he does look harmless. Nice of him to offer.

“And, Miss,” he called out to her as she turned into the small back room, “you might want to remove your dress entirely so you can see how the boots will really look.”

There is was; he really was a dirty old man. She wondered if his comment was a suggestion or an order. She decided to give the old coot a thrill and invited him back with her to give his opinion of the fit of the boots. They were her size and fit perfectly around the top of her leg like a soft glove.

He grappled with his prick through his pants and as he gazed at her upturned tits, smooth stomach, and now elegantly encased legs, he pulled his cock from his pants. He watched her move sensuously for his benefit. He pulled a towel from the hook in the bathroom and came in it with several grunts and a long low moan.

He composed himself and Patti knew that his ‘report’ of her performance would be better than merely ‘satisfactory.’ And, she was satisfied with the boots which had an eight hundred and ninety nine dollar price tag hanging from the five inch heel. The boots did nice things for her legs and her body.

She felt special; really like a showpiece. The softness of the boots against her smooth legs and the smell of the rich leather stimulated her senses. She put her dress back on and asked for a bag to carry her old shoes home. These boots were hers!

She told Farr that the boots would be all she needed at that time but she was sure she would be back.

All eyes were focused on her as she went to the corner to hail a cab. She was a very hot number; and she knew it.

But, her mind soon turned to Susan. What was she going to tell her. She had betrayed her secret. Now it was too late. Roger had ordered her to keep silent on the matter and in fact told her to be ready for dinner at Brenda Fuller’s restaurant that night. There was no way to reach Susan even if she wasn’t under orders from Roger not to do so.

End of Chapter # 5 of the 8 Chapters Comprising Volume I