Day and Knight Volume I

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME I

Chapter # 8

Jane found Patti and Susan enjoying freshly brewed coffee early in the morning when she energetically entered the kitchen. She was wearing a colorful and very short oriental robe. The dancers invited Jane to join them at the table but, Jane had been given a mission by her mistress, Brenda.

Patti as requested had serviced Brenda to her satisfaction in her bed very early that morning. Then, unbeknownst to Jane, she briefed both Susan and Patti regarding her desire for Jane that day. Brenda was scheduled to attend a meeting in Boston and would be out of town during the day. The dancers didn’t have to arrive at their theater for warm-ups and practice until five o’clock and Brenda felt that would give the girls plenty of time to enjoy Jane’s sexual inventiveness, dexterity and inclinations. She told them that they were free to use and abuse Jane all day and that if they had to leave for work before she returned they were to leave Jane naked and handcuffs.

Because she was leaving the house for the day, Brenda reached out and hugged Patti tightly.

She said directly, “I hope you’ve learned something about yourself while you’ve been with us these past few days. And, I hope you can use what you have already seen, and what you will see for the rest of the day, in your relationship with Master Roger.

“Do you think you will you are ready to skillfully and willingly suck both cock and cunt at your master’s command, now Patti?”

“Yes, Ma’am and I do owe a big thank you to you and the girls for the opportunity to practice. Thanks for the chance.”

Brenda hugged Patti again and slipped a finger up her wet slit one more time as a symbol of dominance and affection.

Brenda also spoke to Jane and gave her the mission orders for the day.

“Slave, you are really a pain slut and whore,” she said dripping with scorn. “I want you to satisfy every whim, want, and wish of both Patti and Susan all day. Tell them since I will be out of town that you want to be their sexual play toy until I get back. Let’s see what the girls come up with. Tell them that you will be their perfect sex slave to use, punish, torture, or whatever. Go tell them right now while they’re together in the kitchen. ”

Jane let the small robe she was wearing fall off her shoulders as she stood before the dancers in the kitchen. The other boarders of the house had already departed earlier for their modeling work.

“Mistresses, there will be no one in the house for the rest of the day. Would you be so kind as to let me be your slave now. I will do whatever you tell me to do and am ready to receive any discipline or torture you want to impose on me. Please let me serve and service you both today,” she said earnestly.

“Well, that’s an invitation that’s going to be difficult to pass up,” Susan said. “What do you think, Patti?”

“Jane looks good just standing there. Her invitation has caught me off guard. Why don’t we make her oil her body and strap on some heels and come back when we have had a chance to think and talk about her offer?”

“Before you go, slut, tell us about your tolerance for pain and what you expect from us now that we’ve accepted you as our sex toy for today. And, since you are duty bound to be honest, tell us about your body. Is you clit sensitive? What’s your bra size and waist measurement? Spread your legs and put your hands behind your neck right now, ” said Susan.

“Mistresses, it is my pleasure to serve you both today. I guess we’ll know more about my tolerance for pain in the next eight hours or so but in general, I can take a lot of pain and in fact, I get off on pain. I think women know how to torture submissive women better, if I can use that word, than most men can.

“When I allowed to have a bra, I wear a size 34 C cup. My waist is 25 inches around. My clit is sensitive and so are my nipples. You can see for yourself that my nipples are hard and getting harder. Mistress Brenda calls me a whore and pain slut, and I guess I am.”

“Meet us in the sitting room like Mistress Patti directed you to do. Get hoping,” Susan snarled.

It wasn’t long before Jane returned in only four inch, ankle strap, heels. She knew to stand at attention, spread, and facing her new mistresses with her hands behind her neck.

Pattie said. “Now, open up your cunt for us, and let’s see just how wet you are. Stand over here next to me!”

“Keep your cunt lips spread wide. Use both hands. Stick you hips out toward me so I can touch you more easily,” she continued.

“Do you like standing here offering me you open cunt, Slave?” Patti asked.

“Well, Mistress, it is a bit humiliating for me to have you look at me so intimately, Ma’am.”

Patti reached between Jane’s legs and found her clit to be quite aroused and fully emerged from it’s hood. Patti touched the engorged organ and slid her finger over and around it easily. Jane began to moan and to press her hips forward toward Patti’s hand.

“Turn around, spread your legs, and grab your ankles. Now, pull your ass cheeks wide apart and finger your asshole. Now, reach into your cunt with both hands and slip your fingers inside your slit and massage your clit. Now, get back to fingering your asshole; make it larger.”

“Don’t move slut! I know you want to cum but if you keep this up, I’ll make sure you don’t cum all day. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress, I understand. I’m sorry for being so bold with you Ma’am. It won’t happen again, Ma’am.”

“Ok, let’s see what self control you do have, slut. Rub your nub aggressively for us but don’t even come close to having an orgasm.”

“Oh god, mistress, I’m just about crazy with sexual tension now. Please may I cum, please; pretty please,” Jane said in a voice bordering on panic.

“No, you may not,” shouted Susan. “We’re training you to show some self control. Now rub a dub dub, girl. Let’s see what you’re made of here!”

“Now, slut, come over here and lick me to climax. Use your magic tongue and put that silver tongue stud of yours to good use again. Since you don’t seem to want to cum yourself, let’s see what you can do for us,” Susan said mockingly.

Jane was actually grateful for the respite as her own clit was on fire. She went to Susan and then to Patti. She gave both of them great action and satisfaction and it wasn’t even yet ten in the morning.

Susan, knew the sitting room had secret drawers and compartments everywhere and she knew Jane knew where they all were and what sort of bdsm gear was in each one.

“Slut, put on a slave collar and bring me six alligator clips. You know where they are. I want four to be hard and ribbed tipped but the others must be just metal. And, bring me some thin gauged string too, on the double.”

Susan snapped Jane’s wrists to the slave collar, then tied an eight foot length of the white cotton string to each of the four rubber tipped clips. She ordered Jane to attach one clip to the right front lip of her labia; another to the left front lip; and then the other two to the rear part of her labia lips. When Jane completed the moderately painful and somewhat humbling task, Susan pulled each clip to see if it was firmly attached.

Susan, then rolled up the fairly small oriental rug in the center of the room. Concealed beneath the carpet were several sets of hidden and hinged brass rings. Four of the rings had been originally installed to form a five foot square. Susan placed Jane in the center of the square with her legs wide apart.

Deftly, Susan attached each free string ends, to a floor ring; the forward clips were attached to the left and right front rings and the rearward clips were attached to the left and right rear rings. This had the effect of fully her opening vulva to unfettered accessed. And, she couldn’t move her already aching feet and calves in any direction without it pulling against her tender cunt flesh.

If this wasn’t enough, Susan then attached the remaining clips to Jane’s nipples and pulled her forward from the waist. She tied off each of these clips to a wall mounted hook. This position had the effect of arching Jane’s back forward and causing her ass to stick out provocatively. Susan then tied Jane’s hair upward to a hook in the ceiling.

“Is that tight enough for you Slave? Can you wiggle around a bit for me?” Susan mocked.

“Mistress, I can’t wiggle or move without tearing an important body part I’m afraid. You’ve got me bound and stretched quite well with only a minimum of rope. I’m quite uncomfortable Ma’am.”

“Does this slave look like she could use a whipping, to you Patti?” Susan asked.

“It surly does, Susan. And, if I’d give this worthless slut a bit of a warning, it would be to stand perfectly still while we whip her. Doesn’t that sound like a good piece of advise?”

“It sure does, but, before I take my first stroke, I want to feel this tightly strung little whore from the tip of her head to the soles of her feet,” Susan said.

Susan’s hands were large for her size and Jane felt every finger tip as they taunted every sensitive and erotic crevice. She could not escape.

Susan again found Jane’s clit and it was as hard as a marble. Jane groaned in sexual frustration which only motivated Susan to additional ministrations on Jane’s devilishly immobilized body.

“Why don’t you play with her clit and fuck hole while I whip her with a single tail? If we have to, we can gag her if she makes too much noise. Good idea?” Patti asked.

“I’m ready, when you are,” Susan said in reply.

“Are you ready Slut,” Patti asked sarcastically.

The answer didn‘t come fast enough and Patti, slapped her face. “Answer me! Are you ready for us to torture you, slut?”

“Yes, mistress, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. But, I’d rather be sucking you mistress, believe me when I tell you that, Ma’am,” Jane strained to say.

Patti concentrated on striking Jane’s superbly sculpted ass with the single tail. Susan, concentrated her fingers on Jane’s totally vulnerable and highly sensitized clit and fuck hole. The dancers looked at Jane with admiration as sweat began to form all over her body and as welts appeared on her once silky smooth, ass.

It wasn’t long before Jane slipped into her own space. Additional torment of the pain slut was now only for the dancers satisfaction. They decided to remove Jane’s bonds and lay her aching body down on the couch under a large, warm, afghan.

After lunch, Jane recovered her composure and crawled into the kitchen. “I’m sorry Mistresses, I appear to have drifted off. You were kind to lay me down. Please don’t be mad at me. I’m ready to serve you again as you wish. Please let me serve you with my hands and mouth, please.”

“Let’s see you stand, Slave. Show us that you are serviceable again. Show off your girlish charms and your slavish welts. After we get a good look at you we may again let you be of assistance,” Susan said.

Jane did ache, especially her legs, nipples, and cunt lips. But she brought herself to a full attention position and thrust her tits out proudly. Then she began to walk the walk of a runway model. She did strut her stuff convincingly. She dropped to her knees and crawled between both the dancers legs to bathe their clits in her soft, erotic, kisses and to stimulate them with her very serviceable tongue stud.

“OK, pain slut, on your feet. It’s time for you to beg me to whip your tits, back, belly, and legs,” said Patti. “This time, there will be no bindings. Just hold your body taut. Stand in front of me and beg me to hit you with a whip. Tell me the specific part of your body you want me to whip and, request a specific number of strokes I should give you.

“We want to know just what your pain tolerance is so we want you to plead for more strokes and harder strokes from the whip as this exercise goes on. Do you understand the nature of this assignment, Slave? Do you know what we are looking for here?”

“Yes, Mistress. You want me to be the designer of my own torment. You want to fuck with my brain. You want to amuse yourself at my expense and have fun with me. You want me to be fully cooperative in creating the conditions of my own torture. You want to see how much I can endure and how submissively creative I can be.

“What you are demanding of me will be difficult Ma’am. It’s like getting hung by your own rope. I assume there won’t be a safe word. And, that you and Mistress Susan will be taking turns beating me.”

“Don’t be insolent Slave. Mind your manners and your tone of voice or we’ll string you up and leave you black and blue. Perhaps we’ll beat you with a hose so you’ll hurt for days but won’t have any bruises to show for it. Would you like that?

“Well, if I know you, that might be something you would look forward to, so don’t answer that. Just stand in the middle of the room and show off that nice body of yours. Jut ’em and spread ’em.

“What is it that you want to say to us, pain slut? Ya better make it good!”

There was a pause that was longer than Susan expected and it didn’t sit well with her. She raised her hand quickly and slapped Jane hard across her cheek. The slap left a nasty set of red finger marks and jolted Jane to the reality of her situation. She thought fast but not fast enough and another slap across her other cheek followed the first.

Being slapped in the face was a humiliation Jane had not suffered before and she began to cry. Tears flowed. The dancers were stunned by her breakdown. Patti thrust her middle finger deep into Jane’s sopping cunt and waited.

“Mistress,” she sobbed. “I’m really a pain slut, but I’ve never had to beg for my own punishment and I’ve never been slapped before. It’s really hard for me. And, then not to have a safe word and not to be bound securely while being punished makes it all doubly hard.”

“You’re stalling Slave! What’s it going to be? Where and how many? Let’s hear it!”

“Mistresses, I am so humiliated now. Naked and spread before you. Vulnerable and so open to your hands and whips. I don’t have the heart and humility I should have; I’m not the slave I thought I was. I need to be more quick and compliant from now on. I need to have whatever arrogance is in me, beaten out of me. Please, Mistresses, I beg you to whip my tits, each twenty five times. Make them hurt, please.”

With that, each dancer took a flogger from the desk and stood in front of the quaking slave.

“Are you sure you want us to beat your tits, Slave?”

“Yes, Mistresses, please, I beg you, hit them and hit them hard.”

“Count the strokes for us, Slave, and if you miscount, we’ll start again.”

Patti struck Jane’s right tit with the whip in her right hand. Susan followed by striking her left tit with the whip held in her left hand as she was left handed. Jane kept her poise and her position.

“One, thank you Mistress. Two, thank you mistress. If it pleases you Mistresses, please whip my tits harder, please. If it pleases you, Mistresses, bind each one. Wrap them tight and make them swell and get hard,” she said.

The dancers thought that was a splendid idea and snapped five wide rubber bands around each globe until they stood out proudly and looked like the chrome grill work on a 1960’s Cadillac. Then they whipped those bouncing orbs again and again.

Her tits began to turn a deeper shade of purple under their continuing punishment. In a quivering voice, she counted and thanked the dancers each time they hit her. The last five swats from both girls made Jane sway back and forth in intense pain. Tears were in her eyes, but she did not make a sound.

“Mistresses, I beg you now to whip my ass fifty times. Please let my tits get a rest, but whip my ass with all your might,” Jane said.

The same alternating stoke process was repeated on her ass as it was with her tits. Jane not only counted but pressed her ass out behind her to meet each stroke.

“Boy, you’ve got one honey of an ass, Slave. It deserves a lot of attention ’cause it’s really nice. I’m gon’a, rub it and whip it fifty more times. It really turns me on,” Susan said huskily.

“Now, Slut, grab your tits and squeeze them even tighter than the bands as we continue to whip your ass. Excite your nipples. Pull them and let’s see how hard you can get them,” Patti demanded.

Jane pulled her nipples hard and grunted as she increased the pressure on each sensitive nipple.

“Mistresses, thank you for the compliments on my ass. If it pleases you, you might want to whip my ass some more. More pain might make my nipples even harder. And, then if it pleases you, I beg you to whip the front of my legs, my thighs, thirty times, please.”

The dancers were getting weary just hitting poor Jane, but they had a mission and they were going to carry it out. They often took a rest and stroked Jane’s clit and slid their fingers deep into her cunt just to make her moan. They never let her cum but they kept her on the edge of pain and pleasure just about all afternoon.

It wouldn’t be any time soon when they would have another naked girl begging them to inflict sever punishment to her body. They were on fire with sexual energy themselves and were looking forward to having Jane between their legs when they were finished whipping her.

Jane was counting and thinking ahead. She knew which part of her body would be most ready for the next onslaught; and she got it.

“Patti, have you ever hit a girl with a cane?” asked Susan.

Jane quivered at the thought of what the girls might have in mind.

“No, I haven’t but Jane seems like a good candidate to be my first. Why don’t I just hit her twice.

“Slave, pick up your tits by your nipples and pull them high. Spread your legs further!”

When Jane had assumed a position suitable to Patti, she swung a 36 inch cane twice directly at the very top of Jane’s thighs; almost directly across her cunt. She hit her hard both times. Jane was caught off guard and dropped to her knees in pain

“Well, done, Patti. You certainly have made an impression on poor old Jane here. Look at those welts! They should be with her for a while,” said Susan.

“Your turn, Susan.”

“Stand up, Slave. It’s my turn to give you my two best strokes. Stand up straight and tall. Put your legs together and tighten your leg muscles.”

Susan swung two fierce strokes at Jane’s strained and aching calves. These strokes also took Jane by complete surprise and hurt so much that she screamed in pain. She fell to the floor in agony.

“Pain Slut, crawl over here and worship my feet; kiss them. And, kiss Patti’s feet too. Tell us how much you love us and thank us for spending so much time with you today.”

Finally, after she had prostrated herself respectfully before her tormenters and when her legs were striped and her tits, back, and belly were red with welts, the dancers gave Jane a big hug and told her she had performed well.

They said she had shown great tolerance for pain and an uncommon knack for submission. They told her to relax and take a cold shower and promised to administer creams and oils to her aching body when she returned.

“Now Slave, we need to get to work and we want to have your ready to show off to the other girls and Brenda. So, we’re going to keep you naked with your arms behind you, handcuffed around the center hall column. We are sure everyone will find you there and will be interested in how you spent the afternoon. The key to the cuffs will be on the mantel but don’t tell anyone where they are except Mistress Brenda.”

The End of Day and Knight Volume I, Chapter # 8

NOTE: Volume II of this work will introduce several additional dominant men and women and several more submissive women into the lives of Patti Day and Susan Knight. It will describe more fully how each girl expands their own awareness of various erotic rituals, deepens their own individual passions, and cements their personal relationships.

Publication of this Second Volume is expected between early and mid April 2007.

Please take a moment to give me some feedback regarding Volume I of this tale.

Thank you, LC