The Armoire

The Armoire Ch.08 – A Gift For Sammy

by Sam Darquesied

 

Watching Sylvia approach the airport bar, Tommy noticed that she had a swagger, a self confidence that she didn’t display when he first met her and he allowed himself a little smile, realizing that he could take a little credit for that. He stood as she neared the table and they shared a friendly hug. She had already called him on his cell to tell him she had been stuck in traffic, slowly attempting to get passed a terrible accident scene.

 

“Sorry, Sammy, I thought I left in plenty of time but I didn’t figure on that accident,” she said.

 

“Don’t worry about it,” he said as they sat down at the little table, “I saw it on the news…it’s still a mess out there.”

 

Tommy had just returned from a trip to see Sadie, a client in Chicago. Sylvia had suggested that he leave the Yukon at her place instead of parking at the airport. His flight had arrived at five P.M. but Sylvia had been stuck on the highway for over two hours.

 

She said, “We can stay off the highway but it’ll take us an hour or so to get back to my place. Sorry about that, Sammy. If you want, you should stay the night.”

 

“Thanks, Syl, I might take you up on that. I’ve had a couple of ryes. Let me give Ally a call…Do you want a drink?”

 

“I could really use a coffee,” she said.

 

Tommy waived the waitress over and ordered the coffee and another rye and ginger then he dialed his cell phone, “Hey! It’s me…I’m still at the airport.”

 

On the other end of the line, Alyssa said, “Sylvia didn’t get caught in that accident did she? It’s all over the news.”

 

Tommy said, “She got caught in the traffic but she wasn’t involved. She’s here now and she offered me a room for the night and I think I’m going to take her up on it. I don’t feel like another three hours on the road; and I just ordered my third rye.”

 

“Oh really?” she said, chuckling, “Sounds like she’s getting you drunk and intends to have her way with you!”

 

“Well, she does look pretty good,” he said looking straight at Sylvia.

 

“Actually, Tommy,” she said, “she was really helpful with that KrySylDarque scenario and she hasn’t had a session since then. Why don’t you do a ‘perfect slave’ for her tonight?”

 

A little surprised, he said, “Oh…I don’t…she might not even want to—”

 

“Let me talk to her.”

 

“No!” he said, “You’ll just try to talk her into it.”

 

Alyssa cooed, “No I won’t. Come on, My Master, indulge your unworthy slave…please?”

 

Tommy sighed and handed the phone to Sylvia, “She wants to talk to you.”

 

He could only hear one side of the conversation but he did notice that Sylvia blushed and turned away from him, glancing up once in a while.

 

“Hi, Ally, how are…Oh…actually, that would be really nice, if you’re okay with…Yes, I’m sure he is. It was a long flight…Well, Kendall told me about it and I’d love to try it…Oh, are you sure? No…I mean yes, I’d like to but…Okay, thanks very much Ally, I really mean that.”

 

She handed the phone back to Tommy and he could see that she was now noticeably red faced, actually panting a little.

 

“It’s me again,” he said.

 

Alyssa said, “Green light, Tommy, okay? Treat her real nice; she deserves it. And, do me a favour? Can you call me maybe an hour or so after you start? I’ll need something to get me to sleep.”

 

He chuckled and said, “Yeah okay. Love ya Babe. I’ll talk to you later.”

 

They finished their drinks then went to the parking lot and headed for Sylvia’s. She hadn’t seen him since before they went to BC and was understandably curious, “I can’t believe that people voted for Fat Pig to win.”

 

Tommy answered, “Well, you have to remember, it was mostly regular members of that web site, and I guess that’s the kind of ‘master’ they’re used to. Have you seen that site? I mean, most of the pictures and videos are way passed what could be called ‘play’; they’re more like…mutilations. In fairness though; I think it was a ‘vocal minority’ vote. But, don’t get me wrong, I’m glad we went. Alyssa was freaking amazing! Did you watch?”

 

Sylvia said, “Oh yes, we all watched; you’re ‘clients’ I mean. Kendall e-mailed all of them to let them know. You were pretty amazing too, Sammy. I held my breath when you had the whip and were looking at Fat Pig. I thought you were going to cut him to ribbons.”

 

“You mean, when he laughed after I clipped Ally’s butt? Yeah, that took a lot of self control. I still wish I had a chance to show him what a bullwhip can really do.”

 

Sylvia then said, “Uh…Ally said that we could, you know…”

 

“Oh yeah, I’d really enjoy a ‘perfect slave’ thing with you if you like. I’m a little tired but—“

 

She interrupted, “Kendall told me about her ‘park and play’ sessions. I’d like to try that.”

 

He laughed and said, “I don’t know were they come up with these names but, yeah, that would be perfect. Oh, and I’ve got a green light so…whatever you want, you know?”

 

“Ally is such a doll!” said Sylvia.

 

* * *

 

As soon as they entered the foyer, Sylvia stepped to the side and kicked off her shoes. She had been consciously walking around the house in bare feet ever since that weekend back at Darquesied’s ranch but now, with him here, she actually felt a little flush. As they went into the living room, she asked, “When should we start, Sam?”

 

“Whenever you’re comfortable,” he said, “but remember; once we start, you’re mine for the night. We don’t stop until I release you—except ‘Philadelphia’, of course.”

 

She said, “I understand…I made a Shepard’s pie for supper but I’ll have to put it back in the oven for twenty minutes or so. I could take care of that and go get ready then we could start when I serve dinner. I’ve got a few…uh…things that you might want to use.”

 

“A few things, eh?” he said, “Well, now I’m curious.”

 

As Sylvia headed for the kitchen, she stopped and said, “Oh…I’ve got satellite now so, if there’s anything on that you like...”

 

“Well, ‘Battlestar Gallactica’ is on later but, it’s okay, Ally will tape it—“

 

“If you like, “she said, “you could watch it while I’m parked.”

 

As she continued to the kitchen, Tommy couldn’t help but smile at the “parked” thing. At the ranch the ‘perfect slave’ scenario was usually done in the evening, after dinner; and after a full day’s session. It usually only lasted an hour or so because Tommy would be fairly tired, but he felt he had to always keep things exciting for the girls. Kendall put forth the “park and play” idea during one of her sessions.

 

She had read in several stories where the slave would be kneeling in place for long periods of time; ready for use when the master felt the urge. Tommy was not exactly sure what she meant so she demonstrating by having him sit and watch TV while she knelt up, off her heels, facing the wall. She was naked and knelt with her knees apart and hands behind her head. She was essentially “parked” while he relaxed and, periodically, he would whip her bum with a flogger so she wouldn’t forget he was there. They did other things later but she loved the fact that the “perfect slave” thing could go on much longer. And, as it turned out, many of the other women enjoyed it as well.

 

Sylvia came into the room with a cup of tea, dinner utensils, and a serviette, “Dinner’s just about ready, “she said, “so…what should I do?”

 

“I’d like you to remove your clothing now, fold them neatly, then take them to your bedroom and return with the ‘things’ you mentioned earlier.”

 

“Yes, My Master,” she said.

 

As she began to undo the buttons of her white blouse, Sylvia realized that she was blushing; surprising her a bit considering that he had certainly seen her naked before; and he had touched her and done things to her in ways that no one else had.

 

She slid the blouse off her shoulders, folded it, then undid the button on her black slacks and slowly slid them off. She kept her eyes down but she could feel his exploring every square inch of her as she removed her black lace bra and added it to the tidy pile of clothes. She turned and slowly slid her panties down, bending at the waist as she went. Kendall had shown her this one night and it was definitely sexier than just pulling the panties off.

 

She turned back, placed the panties on the pile, then stood with eyes down, hands behind her back, and feet apart, “Will I take the clothes to the bedroom now?”

 

Tommy said, “Yes please, and bring back the items you bought.”

 

“Yes, My Master.”

 

She returned with a large shopping bag, handed it to him, and then resumed her position in front of him.

 

“My, my!” he said as he peered in the bag and saw a full set of leather cuffs, a beautiful deerskin flogger, a rubber flogger, two ball gags, bondage tape, blindfolds, and…an expensive leather collar.

 

He held up the collar and said, “What is this?”

 

“It’s a slave’s collar, My Master,” she said, annoyed with herself that she was again blushing.

 

“And why do you have it?”

 

“I…I wear it sometimes…When I saw Ally wearing it for that game…it was so…sexy—”

 

Tommy said, “Please kneel here, with your back to me; and hold your hair up.”

 

She did as he asked and he fastened the collar around her, ensuring that it was not too tight by sliding three fingers between it and her neck. As the back of his fingers touched her skin Tommy heard her breathing change and, realizing that she was already pretty excited, he said, “Back up a little…knees apart, please.”

 

She shuffled backwards until she was less than a foot from the sofa, kneeling between his legs. He began to lightly run his hands over her shoulders, down her back, and over her bum. She shivered as his hands softly traveled back up her sides and forward, over her breasts. He tenderly tweaked her nipples and she moaned as she felt them go from rock hard to diamond hard.

 

She had her eyes closed and, still holding her hair up, she was trying not to move but, when he leaned down and softly kissed the nape of her neck, she got light headed and lost her balance a bit. She repositioned herself and whispered, “Sorry, My Master.”

 

Saying nothing, he ran his hands gently down her chest and tummy, then just his fingertips over her abdomen and pubes. He then slid one hand back, over her bum, then down, gliding two fingers between her tender labia. His other hand had simultaneously moved down to her eager clit.

 

As both hands continued their tender teasing he said, “You’re very wet, my little slave.”

 

“Yyyess, My Master,” she whispered.

 

He said, “Do you like what I’m doing now? Would you like me to continue?”

 

“Oh YES, My Master…please,” she panted.

 

“If I do this nice thing for you, what will you do for me?”

 

Gasping short breaths now, she said, “Anything, My Master, anything you ask!”

 

“Are you sure?” he said, “No matter how cruel or how humiliating?”

 

At that moment he could have told her to eat the sofa and she would have happily complied, “ANYTHING, My Master! No matter how cruel or how humiliating! Please, My Master!”

 

He increased his rubbing against her throbbing clitoris and slid his fingers into her. She couldn’t help but grind her hips into his hands and climaxed almost immediately. She started to jerk against the instant sensitively but then Tommy said, “Don’t fight me…keep pushing against my hands.”

 

She tried to obey, humping his hands but her hips would involuntarily jerk away. Her face scrunched up and her neck and shoulders cringed as she fought her own body and tried push into him. Finally, he withdrew his fingers and just softly rubbed between her legs, allowing her to come down.

 

Still panting, she whispered, “Ohhhh…thank you, My Master. That was very nice.”

 

He said, “Yes, I enjoyed it too. Now, I need to get cleaned up and then I’d like to try the Shepard’s pie.”

 

“I can clean your hands for you, My Master,” she said.

 

“That would be fine,” he said.

 

Sylvia then jumped up and quickly returned with a wet, soapy face cloth and a towel. She knelt in front of him, took his right hand, and, surprising him a little, she tenderly placed his fingers, one at a time, into her mouth. She licked and sucked them then wiped them with the wet cloth. She repeated the process with his other hand, dried them and then tenderly kissed his palms and said, “Can I get your dinner now?”

 

“Uh…Yes, please.”

 

She was back in no time with a plate of Shepard’s pie which she handed to him, then she knelt in front of him, sitting on her heels, eyes down, knees wide apart, and arms by her sides. Tommy looked at her while he ate; marveling at her soft, sensuous beauty. He smiled and shook his head a bit as he realized how lucky he was at that moment. He chuckled out loud when he remembered that most women paid him for this!

 

Then he said, “Are you blushing, my little slave?”

 

“Yes, My Master,” she whispered.

 

“Why?”

 

“Because, My Master,” she said, “when I know you’re looking at me…at my body…I…I get excited.”

 

“I see,” said Tommy, “Well, it’s about twenty minutes before the show starts so it would be nice if you would entertain me.”

 

“Oh, certainly, My Master,” she said, “What would you like?”

 

He said, “What’s your favourite music group?”

 

“Uh…I like ABBA, My Master.”

 

“ABBA, eh?” he said, “Let’s see…Do you know the words to…uh…Oh…! Andante, Andante?”

 

“Yes, My Master,” she said, “It’s one of my favourites.”

 

“Excellent,” said Tommy, “Then I would like you to touch yourself with one hand between your legs and the other slowly and softly rubbing and squeezing your beautiful breasts. I would also like you to sing Andante, Andante while you touch yourself; sing it to me as lovingly as you can…See if you can get through the first chorus.”

 

“Yes, My Master. I’ll try me best.”

 

Then she closed her eyes, rubbed and squeezed her breasts as Tommy had instructed, began to slowly rub between her legs, and softly sang, “Take it easy with me, please…Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze…Take your time, make it slow…Andante, Andante…Just let the feeling grow.”

 

This idea had just popped into his head but it was instantly becoming one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. She had a sweet voice, singing just above a whisper. Her head was tilted back; she was moving, undulating into her own touch, her moans mixing with the song, “Make your fingers soft and light…ohhhh…Let your body be the velvet of the night…uhmmm…”

 

She was beginning to pant and her gyrating became more pronounced. He wasn’t sure he could make it to the end of the chorus, let alone her. Her voice rose with, “Touch my soul…ohhhhh…you know how…mmmmAndante, Andante…Go slowly with me now…”

 

He was desperately fighting the urge to just throw her down on the floor and screw her into the next time zone. Her voice rose even higher as she hit the chorus, “I'm your music…ohhhgawd…I'm your song…ohmmm…Play me time and time again and make me strong…huuuuuuu…”

 

Tommy put the plate down, stood and dropped his slacks and jockeys, still forcing himself not to take her…yet. She opened her eyes when she felt his hands on the side of her head. She started to move towards him but he said, “NO, no! Keep going, keep singing!”

 

She was very close now as she gulped and gasped, “Ohhhhh…Make me sing…OHHHH…make me sound…Oh-Oh-OHAndante, Andante…OHHH I’M CLOSE… Tread lightly on my ground…OHHHHHGAWD!”

 

He pulled her head forward and immediately plunged deep into her mouth. She gagged a bit but began to suck hard as she oozed liquid onto her own hand. Her head was spinning again, trying to concentrate on his cock and her orgasm at the same time. She rubbed herself harder, and sucked him harder yet, as she felt his fluid burst into her mouth. He pushed himself all the way in and held her head, again causing her to gag, then he eased up, regaining a tiny bit of composure.

 

He began to withdraw but she was still sucking like she never wanted it to leave. There was an audible “Splootch” when he finally pulled out.

 

Tommy’s knees were weak and he leaned forward, putting his hands on her shoulders. She reached and pulled his jockeys up, and then she pulled his slacks up and, as she fastened the waist button, she softly sang, “Andante, Andante…Oh please don't let me down.”

 

He chuckled, collapsed back in the couch, and said, “Jesus! You sure didn’t let me down, my little slave. That was…interesting!”

 

A little winded herself, Sylvia could only say, “Thank you…My Master.”

 

Tommy lay back and closed his eyes, needing some time to catch his breath. They had only just started and she had already had two class A orgasms so, Sylvia too was glad that his upcoming program would give her a little break.

 

“Your show is about to start so…should I ‘park?’” she said.

 

He turned on the TV and said, “Yes…sure…over in front of the wall please. Kneel up; hands behind you head.”

 

“Yes, My Master,” she said as she shuffled over to the wall and assumed the position. She knew she would have to stay like that for a while; probably until the first commercial. He would then, most likely, flog her bottom with the deerskin so that, as he put it, she wouldn’t forget he was there.

 

About fifteen minutes later she braced herself as she heard the program go to commercial. She waited, anticipating the first lash, but nothing happened, and the show resumed. He was tricky; she knew that, so maybe he was going to whip her between commercials, just to catch her off guard. Again she waited as the second commercial break started but…still nothing. She wanted to turn and look but it occurred to her that she would be probably be punished. Once she realized that her punishment would likely be whipping with the deerskin, so she really had nothing to lose, she turned and peeked.

 

He was fast asleep on the couch with her large, gray tabby cat lazily curled up in his inviting lap. She didn’t really know what to do at that point. Was he just having a little nap? The cat sure seemed to be settled in for the long haul. Sylvia did some quick, mental math and, after figuring out that, with his traveling back and forth, he had been awake for about twenty hours, she had to assume that he was out for the night.

 

She decided to get off her knees and, as quietly as she could, she cleaned up a bit and tidied up the kitchen. He had pulled her oversized ottoman close to the couch and had slouched down, lying almost prone, so she took the comforter from her bed, snuggled in beside him, and pulled the cover over them both.

 

She had been looking forward to feeling the touch of the unbelievably soft deerskin flogger; especially from his artful hand, but this was nice; nestled in beside him. The two orgasms had been wonderful; especially that last one so, all in all, she was content.

 

As she drifted off, a little smile crept across her lips and the song ‘Andante, Andante’ wafted her to sleep.

 

* * *

 

“I’m really sorry, Syl. I didn’t realize I was that tired,” Tommy said, as he sipped his coffee at the little island counter in the kitchen.

 

Sylvia said, “It’s okay, Sammy. It was a long day for me too so it was nice to just snuggle up like we did.”

 

“Yeah, but still…” he said, “I owe you a good whipping.”

 

They both laughed and she said, “Boy! That’s not something you can often say to a girl at breakfast…! But…I had a nice time Sammy. I did have two nice ‘spritzes’—especially that last one.”

 

“‘Spritzes?’”

 

“That’s what we used to call them in high school,” she explained.

 

Tommy chuckled, then said, “Okay…Oh, about that ‘Andante’ thing. Can that be our little secret for now?”

 

“Oh, of course,” she said, “Whatever happens in ‘perfect slave’ stays in ‘perfect slave.’ Why? Is Ally going to have to sing for her spritz tonight?”

 

Again he chuckled, “Maybe…I don’t know if something that was impromptu can be as good when it’s recreated, but it was erotic as hell. Her taste in music is a bit eclectic so I’d have to hunt for a good song. I’m not sure if she’s an ABBA fan; too bad ’cause that ‘Andante’ song was perfect.”

 

“Yeah, it was. I’ll look for some other songs…maybe you should compile a list…Oh, by the way, Ally called this morning.”

 

“On my cell?” he said, “You’re kidding…I was that out of it!”

 

“I don’t think I could’ve woke you with a brass band,” she said, “But, Kendall invited me up for a couple of days and she said she’ll drive me back, so could I hitch a ride with you?”

 

He said, “Oh sure; I’d like the company…Did Ally want me to call her?”

 

Sylvia said, “She was worried because you didn’t call last night, but when I explained, she was okay. I told her we’d be there around noon.”

 

“Okay,” he said, “Well, I just need to hit the head, then I’m ready to go.”

 

Fifteen minutes later and they were on the highway, headed for Darquesied’s ranch, “So…I hear you have a boyfriend.”

 

She said, “Yeah…his name is Kevin…and here I am, on my way to see Kendall. Am I awful?”

 

Tommy chuckled, “Does he know about her?”

 

“Oh no!” she said, “Kendall knows, but…he isn’t…he wouldn’t understand. I’ve been seeing him about three months now and he’s a nice guy…a real gentleman, you know? I kind of tested him though…and it didn’t—”

 

“Tested him…? How?”

 

Sylvia sighed, “Oh…one night I put my bathrobe belt on the pillow and, when he was touching me, I put my arms up to the headboard and asked him if he’d like to tie me up. He asked why and I said maybe it would make things a little more exciting. He just said that I was being silly.”

 

“That’s too bad,” he said, “Everybody’s different, I guess.”

 

“I guess,” she said, “I like him well enough, but I’m not in love with him. You’ve created a monster, Mr. Darquesied, so my only hope is to meet a guy like you!”

 

He laughed and said, “You know…there are a few of the girls that are in relationships and still come to the ranch. Isabella is a good example; her husband’s not into bondage at all, but he knows she comes—not the details—but he knows she goes somewhere. I think it’s a kind of ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell’ thing. Seems to work for them.”

 

“I suppose it’s an option…but not with Kevin. I can tell…he just wouldn’t understand. He travels a lot in his business, so I just have to take advantage of his absences. Like now, he’s away in Baltimore for a week; but I still kind of feel like I’m cheating.”

 

Tommy said, “Well, if he can’t give you what you want, he’ll just have to be satisfied with being pretty lucky to be with you when he can, but…he doesn’t know what he’s missing!”

 

After two hours on the road he turned the Yukon into the lane and, as they neared the section where the gravel turns to pavement, he hit a little remote to open the newly installed metal gates. Another remote opened the leftmost door of the three car garage and he slid the truck in beside the corvette. As they left the garage, Alyssa was there to greet them.

 

She ran up and hugged him like he had been gone for a year and, hanging on tight, she nodded to Sylvia who then used the distraction to run into the house.

 

After a prolonged kiss, Alyssa said, “How’s Sadie?”

 

“Not good,” he said, “She’s really frail and weak. She talked a lot about her grand daughter…It’s a long story. Let’s go inside and I’ll tell you all about it.”

 

She agreed then Tommy looked around and said, “Where’d Sylvia go?”

 

“I guess she’s anxious to see Kendall,” she said.

 

As the walked towards the house, Alyssa stopped him twice for more kissing. He had only been gone for a couple of days, so he thought she was overdoing it a little…or stalling.

 

Entering the house, Alyssa stopped to kick off her shoes and motioned for Tommy to continue to the living room. He turned and walked into the room…then started to laugh hysterically as he saw the eight naked women, kneeling, all wearing collars, with their hands behind their heads, and letters painted on their butts. A single letter on each girl’s bum, painted in red and spelling out the word…‘SURPRISE.’

 

Alyssa, standing behind him, came close to his ear and whispered, “Happy birthday, Tommy.”

 

He continued to laugh himself to tears, staring at the gorgeous bums of; Isabella (S), Sylvia (U), Mariya (R), Selena (P), Malsa (R), Lilly (I), Kendall (S), and Angelique (E).

 

“Happy birthday, Master Sammy! Will you release us for a little while?” said Isabella.

 

Still unable to contain his laughing, he managed to say, “Yes! Please, I release you all!”

 

All of them popped up to their feet and surrounded him, kissing and hugging and giggling and wishing him happy birthday. Finally able to reduce his laughter to a chuckle, he said, “Thank you, everybody. This was totally unexpected…especially since my birthday isn’t for another—“

 

“It’s tomorrow, sweetie,” said Alyssa.

 

“Really? Are you sure…? Oh yeah…okay.” he said. He hadn’t paid any attention to the date but a quick check of the calendar confirmed that she was right.

 

Isabella said, “Okay, big guy, into the dining room. It’s time for lunch.”

 

The dining room table was covered in trays of sandwiches and a multitude of different salads. Everybody grabbed a plate, loaded up, and found a place to sit for the buffet style meal. Some, including Alyssa and Tommy, went back to the living room while a few stayed by the table.

 

“So,” Tommy said, “how come you’re the only one with clothes on?”

 

She said, “This was all their idea, Tommy. They asked a while ago if they could do something special for your birthday and I said it would be okay. There were more but they couldn’t all make it today. I’m going to join in later this afternoon.”

 

“Join in…? Join in what?”

 

“You’ll see,” she said, “Were you planning to do some writing this afternoon?”

 

He said, “I was actually…yes.”

 

“Good,” she said, “You go and do that while we…well, we have lots to do.”

 

Just then, Angelique brought him a beer and a wet glass, “Never serve beer in a dry glass, right Sammy?”

 

“Perfect,” he said, and waited as she poured the dark ale into the glass. Angelique was a twenty nine year old enchantress form Montreal. She had long, wavy, dusty brown hair, and a tiny, perfectly proportioned five foot three frame. He thanked her as he took the glass from her almost miniature hand then watched her walk back to the dining room. From the back she looked like a fourteen year old.

 

When he was finished lunch, Tommy went to the office to do some writing and, just before he closed the door, he watched the naked sirens scurrying about between the rooms. He shook his head and smiled thinking he must never forget how fortunate he was to be…him!

 

They left him alone for the next couple of hours, which was just as well because he was stuck in neutral with a little dilemma. He had been so fascinated by the thing with Sylvia and the singing that he had hoped he could come up with a way to ask his readers for some help.

 

He wrote several variations of: “If you had your partner kneeling in front of you and touching themselves for your pleasure, what song would you have them sing?” He reworded the thing several times; changing “touching themselves” to “masturbating”…then changing it back. He was beginning to wear the letters off the delete key.

 

He had wished that his readers would email suggestions to him but, no matter what he wrote, it just didn’t fit in to the story. Finally, after two and a half hours, he gave up, and punched the intercom button.

 

“Hello out there…Is it safe to come out of my office?”

 

From the kitchen, Isabella answered, “Uh…give us five minutes, okay Sammy?”

 

“Five minutes? Okay, but any longer and we’re gonna need a mop!” he said as he made a mental note to consider building a bathroom connected to the office.

 

He waited for the time to pass listening to the sound of a horde of bare feet scampering back and forth. He sighed, realizing that his only real problem in life…was an embarrassment of riches. These gorgeous girls were falling all over themselves to treat him to this special day…as though he deserved it! The reality was that, almost on a daily basis, he got to play out his sexual fantasies with the most delectable women on earth…and they couldn’t get enough...and…most of them paid for the…‘privilege!’

 

Alyssa’s voice crackled on the intercom, “Okay…you can come out now.”

 

Tommy went into the hall and saw her standing in the kitchen but he just blew her a kiss and headed straight for the downstairs washroom. The loud sigh emanating from behind the door would have made any passerby think he was either having an orgasm or having a large spear removed from his spleen. After washing up he went to the kitchen, “So…what’s happening?”

 

“Dinner’s almost ready,” she said, “and a couple of the girls are waiting upstairs to help you with your shower.”

 

He smiled; and actually blushed a little, and then he put his arms around her and said, “You seem to be…standing apart from all this.”

 

She kissed him then said, “It’s their thing, Tommy…their gift to you. I’m just helping out here and there. They agreed to do it today so you and I can celebrate privately tomorrow. I have my own special treats in store for you then.”

 

“Oooo…special treats, eh?” he said as he pressed himself against her and grabbed her boob.

 

She pushed his hand away and admonished, “Now, now! Behave yourself, young man. Go have your shower.”

 

He kissed her and turned towards the hall but then he stopped and said, “Do me a favour, will you? If I ever start to take them—and especially you…if you see that I’m taking you guys for granted…I don’t know…just give me a slap or something, willya?”

 

“Consider it done,” she said with a smile.

 

He went down the hall and, as he started up the stairs, Alyssa said, “Oh…Tommy?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Green light, okay sweetie?”

 

A little exasperated, he turned and said, “Oh…you know, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind—”

 

“Tommy,’ she said, “At the end of the day, whose bed are you going to be in?”

 

“Uh…well…yours, I hope.”

 

She came closer and softly said, “Exactly…Tommy, I’m so happy that they’re doing this for you. I know you don’t think so, but you deserve this. Now…green light…! GO!”

 

He went up the bedroom to find Isabella and Lilly, still stunningly naked, waiting for him by the bed. They beckoned him to approach and Isabella said, “Sit on the bed, birthday boy, and let your two hottest slaves take care of you.”

 

Tommy laughed a little then shrugged and did as he was told. Both girls unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it then Lilly said, “Can you finish, Izzy? I’ll go get the shower ready.”

 

Isabella said, “Oh, honey, the day I can’t undress a man by myself is the day you’ll have to put me in a home!”

 

They all laughed and, as Lilly headed to the shower, Isabella pushed him back onto the bed and began to remove his shoes and socks.

 

At twenty two, Lilly was the youngest client to frequent the ranch. She stood five foot five and was trim and very fit. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her but she wasn’t skinny and when she flexed she displayed a nice muscle. She had dark brown, shoulder length hair with just a hint of red, if the light hit her right. Her huge, deep brown eyes and luscious, pouty lips oozed sex appeal, accentuated by her virtually perfect boobs. Any bigger would be out of place; any smaller would be…sad. Lilly possessed all the fire and sense of adventure of her mother and a joy in her step that brought a smile to all that saw her.

 

Isabella had moved to undo Tommy’s belt and trouser buttons then she grabbed his cuffs and, with a hefty pull, had the pants off in one go. She slid back up and, looking him in the eye with a devilish grin, she slowly relieved him of his jockeys.

 

She them moved herself back up, grabbed his increasingly stiffening cock, and took it completely in her mouth. She slowly moved her head back until his eager shaft popped out of her lips, and then she just held on and softly rubbed. “Lil’? Is the shower ready yet…? Cuz he sure is!”

 

From the shower, Lilly answered, “Yep. Ready when you are.”

 

As he took Isabella’s hand, Tommy resigned himself to the fact that he wasn’t going to be able to get rid if his stupid grin any time soon. The bedroom shower was a large, square stall with a plate glass front. There were two “Downpour Rain” shower heads, side by side, easily allowing all three to be under the flow.

 

He just stood there and soaked up the warmth of the water and the attentive lathering of the two dazzling shower maidens. From behind, Isabella soaped him up from neck to heels, and then she pressed herself up against him and began to shampoo his hair. He had expected her to be in front and eventually on her knees since oral sex was Isabella’s passion. Boy or girl; so long as she had something in her mouth, she was a happy camper. Instead, Lilly, after washing his chest and arms, knelt down and began to lather his legs.

 

When she finished her soaping, she moved forward and wrapped her honeyed lips around his now rock hard warrior. She had never done this before; it had been a kind of unwritten rule in deference to Malsa, but she had obviously gotten the green light from her mother. She slowly took him almost completely into her mouth as Isabella pressed her fabulous, sponge-like breasts into his back. Lilly was a little tentative, obviously somewhat inexperienced, but Tommy was enjoying it nonetheless. He would have been hard pressed to remember a time when he didn’t enjoy having his cock in the mouth of a beautiful young woman.

 

Regretting that he couldn’t do much for Lilly at that time, he reached his hand back and between the legs of a very appreciative Isabella. She began to rub herself, and those magnificent boobs, against his back; and he began to move himself gently into Lilly’s wonderfully warm mouth. She was using her hand to squeeze the base of his cock so she’d have more time to perfect her technique; obviously something mom had taught her.

 

He felt Isabella begin to hold him tighter as she climaxed against his hand. He put his other hand on Lilly’s head to let her know that he was really close; thinking she might not want him to come in her mouth, but she grabbed his hips and began sucking as hard as she could. It was a bit too hard really, but, ever the trooper, he made do…blasting a healthy supply of his cream into her surprisingly eager mouth. He could feel her swallowing; gulping like a hungry calf. As he gradually came down, he had to push her away a bit to let her know it was time to desist. She then soaped her hands and began to clean him which caused him to spasm a little as she rubbed his now very sensitive dick.

 

She tilted her head back to take some shower water into her mouth, swished it around, and spit it out. Then she popped up and kissed him saying, “First time ever, My Master! How’d I do?”

 

Smiling, he answered, “I hated every minute of it!”

 

That earned him a playful slap on the chest and, as he held her shoulders and turned her around, he said, “Did you see that, Izzy? My little slave has struck her master. I think some punishment is in order. If I could impose on you to—“

 

“I’m all over it, My Master,” said Isabella, as she moved in front of Lilly, knelt, and beckoned her to spread her feet apart. From behind, Tommy pressed himself to Lilly’s back and began to gently fondle her soapy breasts while she turned her head and pressed her delicious lips to his.

 

Having Isabella’s tongue between your legs was like being driven home from the mall by Michael Schumacher; all you could do was grab hold of something and hope you survived the trip! Lilly did just that; reaching behind her and gripping Tommy’s newly awakened soldier as if it were a panic handle. She began to moan almost instantly, moving her hips into Isabella’s face and pressing her mouth hard against Tommy’s.

 

Lilly used her free hand to grab the back of his head and almost screamed into his mouth as her pussy gave in to Isabella’s relentless probing. Tommy grabbed her tight and Isabella’s tongue went into overdrive causing Lilly to convulse and squirm like she was trying to break free.

 

Finally, she let go of Tommy’s abused cock and pushed Isabella’s head with both hands, Gasping and panting, she pleaded, “Oh, please Izzy…STOP…! I can’t…Izzy…PLEASE!”

 

Isabella reluctantly relented and said, “Aw, sweetie, I was just getting started!”

 

The three of them stepped under the warm rain to rinse off and Lilly said, “Sorry, Sam, I think I may have been holding on a little too tight there.”

 

“That’s okay, Lilly, I just hope the hand print goes away in a couple of days,” he joked.

 

She gently grabbed his cock again and said, “Maybe if I massage it a little—“

 

“Okay, little slave, settle down” said Isabella, “If I don’t get out of this water soon, I’m going to turn into a prune!”

 

They laughed and teased a bit more then got out and dried themselves off. Tommy went into his bedroom while the two girls ran giggling to theirs. He just sat on the edge of the bed for a bit; needing to take a breather and take all of it in. He could hear distant laughter and clattering coming from the kitchen as well as the incessant giggling of the two girls in their room. He was glad that these exquisite women were having such a good time, even more so that their greatest desire was to pamper him. Nine eager slave girls…and only one of him.

 

“It’s hard work,” he said out loud, “…but somebody has to do it!”

 

He donned his black trousers, a black, fine knit pullover, socks and shoes, and headed for the door. He heard the two girls in the hallway and, as he started to open the door they shouted, “NO SAMMY! DON’T COME OUT YET!”

 

Startled, Tommy pushed the door shut again and listened as the two bare footed girls scuttled down the stairs. As they neared the kitchen, Lilly yelled, “OKAY, SAMMY, YOU CAN COME DOWN NOW!”

 

He sauntered down the stairs slowly to ensure that the girls would be ready for…whatever. He started for the kitchen but, seeing no one there, he turned into the dining room…

 

“HOLY SHIT!” he said.

 

There before him, all nine women stood behind their chairs; eyes down, hands behind their backs, and all clad in bright red, satin “Roissy” uniforms. It was a stunning sight. The floor length dresses were similar to the ones worn by the women at the Chateau Roissy in “The Story of O”. The top portion was like a three-quarter sleeve blouse, except the breasts were completely exposed, supported by a sort of half-bra that made the girls’ boobs jut out wonderfully. The lower parts of the dresses were split from floor to waist, both back and front…for ‘easy access.’ In a way, the dresses made them appear more exposed than if they were actually naked.

 

There was only one empty spot at the head of the table so Tommy moved toward it but, as he passed Alyssa, she whispered, “You should inspect us.”

 

“Oh…right,” he said, then moved behind her and spread the dress panels apart, exposing her marvelous bare bum. A little rub and a gently probing finger between her legs caused her to squeak a little, and then he moved on down the line, “inspecting” each girl in order. Isabella let out an audible moan as he rubbed her magnificent cheeks, so he softly inspected between her legs and discovered that she was soaking wet.

 

He proceeded to the others but, when he got to Selena, whom he hadn’t seen in quite a while, he said, “Step back and turn around please, Selena.”

 

She was an exotically stunning “Greek Goddess” with shoulder length, chestnut brown hair. Voluptuous and fairly tall at five eight, her deep, smoldering, coffee brown eyes virtually screamed “SEX!”

 

As Tommy softly ran hands over her firm, dazzling breasts, Selena’s eyes slowly closed, but snapped open abruptly as he tweaked her pointed, rocklike nipples. He then gently lifted her chin and softly kissed her delectable lips and said, “Very nice, Selena.”

 

“Thank you, My Master,” she said as she returned to her previous position.

 

Tommy quickly deked into the kitchen to wash his hands, then went back to the head of the table and took his seat then, when the girls didn’t move, he said, “Uh…please sit, everybody.”

 

With that, all but two of the girls sat down while Lilly and Mariya went to the kitchen, returning with prepared plates of baked chicken, roasted potatoes, and Brussels sprouts…all Tommy’s favourites. They served him first then the rest of the woman and finally themselves, and then they distributed some white wine and took their own seats. At that point Alyssa leaned towards him and whispered, “You have to release us.”

 

“What…? Oh…right,” he said, “Uh…you have all done very well in preparing this fine meal. It is my pleasure to release you so we can all enjoy it together.”

 

Instantly the girls relaxed and began to softly chatter and giggle, then Isabella stood up, wine glass in hand, and said, “Sammy, I speak for everyone when I say that it is our great pleasure to be here and do our best to give you a memorable birthday.”

 

The girls all cheered or whistled and raised their glasses in the toast, then Isabella continued, “Now…Alyssa tells us that you keep saying you don’t deserve this well, again I speak for everybody when I say…bullshit!”

 

Everyone burst out laughing and once more raised their glasses in a toast. Isabella drained her glass then sat and Tommy, feeling compelled to say something, stood and waited for the girls to settle down.

 

“I’m so overwhelmed by all this,” he said, “I just don’t have the words to truly express how I feel. All I can do is raise my glass to you all and say thank you, from the bottom of my heart.”

 

Again they all clinked glasses then Isabella stood once more, “Sammy…Sammy, you should know that a lot of the other girls would have liked to be here but couldn’t make it, for one reason or another, but there’s a huge pile of birthday cards waiting for you in the living room. There’s also a few little tokens of our appreciation which you can open after dinner as well.”

 

Seeing his exasperation, Isabella continued before he could respond, “Oh, don’t get your jockey’s in a knot, big guy, we didn’t go nuts…just a few things that we can all probably enjoy!

 

“Oh, and lastly, we’d like to thank Alyssa who has been such a doll about all this. She has stepped back and let us take over her house and…her man…! Thank you, sweetie, for letting us ravage your guy for today.”

 

She sat amid more applause and Alyssa said, “I don’t know about ravaging the poor guy—“

 

“TOO LATE!” said Isabella, “Been there…done that!”

 

After some roaring laughter they were finally able to get on with their meal. Midway through dinner, Tommy said to Selena, sitting two to his left, “How are things going with the Dutchman?”

 

“He’s Canadian with Dutch heritage, just like you,” she said, “And things are going pretty good but I only see him every couple of months, so that’s kind of hard. Steven’s trying to get himself to the States so we can really be together but it’s not an easy process, especially nowadays.”

 

Tommy said, “We miss you. We haven’t seen you for a while.”

 

“I’m scheduled for a group thing in about a month. I’m really looking forward to that; and…we’re kind of…dabbling. Just light…nothing like here, but it’s nice and he really likes it. Maybe I’ll have to send him here for lessons!”

 

Tommy chuckled, “I’m sure you can teach him anything he needs to know…Did you tell him about your visits here?”

 

“A little,” she said, “He knows about the visit next month but, he’s been really sweet…doesn’t ask too many questions. He knows I like it and that seems to be enough for him.”

 

“I’m really happy for you, Selena, he sounds like a pretty decent guy,” Tommy said, as dinner finished up.

 

The girls started to clean up while Alyssa directed Tommy to the living room, suggesting he start reading the fifty or so birthday cards. He took her by the hand, drawing her into the room, and said, “Listen, I know you gave the green light but…could you be more specific? I keep looking over at you and—”

 

She placed her fingers on his lips, “Tommy, I’m having a great time. I’m really happy that the girls are here and that they’re doing all this for you. Look…they’ve come up with a kind of schedule…so that each one can be with you. You see Mariya over there? She’s waiting to kneel beside you while you read the cards. The rest of us are going to finish cleaning up and leave you alone.”

 

He looked at Mariya who was waiting in the hallway by the living room entrance. He hadn’t noticed before but he saw that she was wearing a collar and wrist cuffs. Alyssa continued, “They’re expecting that you’ll…get the urge and take her into your office for a little while. They told me that they’ll just do oral with you and maybe you can do something for them with your hands. It was their decision, not mine. They’re just going to pop in and out of slave mode as needed.”

 

“But—”

 

Again she stopped him, “I know…more specific. Okay, no intercourse, just oral from them and touching from you. In fact, Isabella said that if it looks like you want to—her words-- ‘bang somebody’, she’ll come and get me. So just relax and enjoy, okay? But…save a little for me at bedtime!”

 

He chuckled then pulled her close and kissed her, “You look amazing in that dress. Keep it on tonight, okay? I’ve go a little thing I’d like to try later.”

 

“Oh my!” she whispered, fanning herself with her hand and pretending to swoon.

 

She turned and went back to the kitchen while he went to his chair. Mariya came in and handed him a rye and ginger then opened the humidor to offer him a cigar. As Tommy went to light it, she stopped him, saying, “Oh wait! I mean…Would you please wait, My Master?”

 

“Oh…okay…sure…” he said as Mariya turned and ran to the kitchen.

 

Her name, pronounced “Ma-rye-ah”, was the result of a love her mother had for the song “They Call The Wind Maria”; apparently mom just took a guess at the spelling. Mariya was a muscular five foot five, twenty eight year old, with long, dark, wavy, auburn hair. Her trim physique was highlighted by a pair of pert but ample breasts and she had a bum that most women would kill for. She was an enigma of sorts; very shy when Tommy first met her but, by the end of her first session, a sleeping dragon was awakened, one who loved the whip and very extreme bondage.

 

Momentarily, she returned to the living room with Alyssa and most of the other girls in tow. Alyssa reached for the cigar and said, “May I?”

 

Tommy handed it over then he and the others watched as she lit the cigar, took a deep drag, leaned down, and transferred the smoke from her mouth to his. She smiled at him then stood up, and when he released the bluish white cloud, the girls applauded.

 

Mariya knelt beside him again and said, “Thanks for your patience, My Master. I just wanted to see her do it. It’s really sexy.”

 

Tommy chuckled then Alyssa said, “Well…we’re all here now so why not…do it now?”

 

Lilly said, “Oh…okay. Angel can you give me a hand?”

 

Angelique and Lilly hurried back to the kitchen while the other girls took seats in the living room. A few minutes later the lights were dimmed and they all started singing “Happy Birthday”. The two other girls entered with a large cake illuminated by twenty or so candles shaped into the numbers “59”.

 

Once the first chorus of the song was complete they sang several more rounds; each with a variation of the line “Happy Birthday, Dear Sammy” sung by only one of the women. Variants included: “Please whip me, Dear Sammy”; “Please tickle me, Dear Sammy”; “I’m coming, Dear Sammy”; and, from Isabella, “My ass aches, Dear Sammy.”

 

It took a few minutes to settle down then Isabella stood and said, “Okay, it’s time for some little tokens from the girls, Sammy. As I said, we didn’t go crazy, we just got a few things that…uh…will be fun for the whole family! There’s a card with the names of all those that participated, which is pretty much everybody.”

 

She then reached for the first of several long, gift wrapped packages. Most were about the size of a florist’s box; much like the sort that is used for long stemmed roses. Tommy took the package and unceremoniously tore the beautiful wrapping away then lifted the box lid.

 

“Oh…wow!” he said as he lifted the finest horsehair flogger he had ever seen. A document in the box described the flogger as “The ‘Blonde’ is the finest, most supple, horsehair flogger available.” Tommy spun it in a windmill motion that created a wonderful swishing sound and most of the girls sighed, “Ooooo…”

 

He passed it around for everyone to examine while he accepted the next gift from Isabella. This one was an unbelievably sinuous, twenty inch, lamb’s suede flogger which again drew oooos as it was passed around.

 

There were several other floggers including a fine kangaroo stinger, a beautiful, braided, kangaroo cat, and, best of all, an eighteen inch deerskin that aroused all who touched it.

 

“I’ve never seen this kind of quality,” said Tommy, “and believe me I’ve looked. Where’d you get this stuff?”

 

Isabella said, “Oh now, Sammy, they’re gifts. We can’t tell you were we got ‘em.”

 

Tommy began to slowly spin the deerskin and, displaying his devilish grin, said, “Ve have vays of making you talk, my dear!”

 

Isabella surprised him a little when she said, “Ooooo! Yes! A demonstration!”

 

Realizing that he had opened himself up for that one, he looked at the others, sighed, and said, “Uh…what I would like now is to see a line of slaves on whom I can test my new toys. Volunteers only though.”

 

With that all the girls, including Alyssa quickly formed themselves into a loose semi-circle; hands behind their heads, standing with their backs to Tommy.

 

A little exasperated, he said, “You did hear me say ‘volunteers only’, right?”

 

“Yes, My Master,” was their unanimous reply.

 

He continued, “Very well. I would like you all to bend forward so that your backs are parallel to the floor. When I touch your back you will tell me which toy you wish to enjoy and how many, then you will reach back and hold your dress panels out of the way. You may spread your feet to whatever width you like.”

 

They all bent forward as requested and, again, they all answered, “Yes, My Master.”

 

It was quite a site; nine gorgeous women surrounding him in a half circle, bent over with their asses sticking up, begging to be whacked with something. With the exception of Angelique, all had spread their feet at least twenty inches apart. He moved behind Alyssa, who was in the middle of the line, and touched the deerskin to her back. Immediately, she said, “Twenty please…with the deerskin, if that is your pleasure, My Master.”

 

He smiled at her response. Even here, when it was just for fun, she was still the perfect slave; never telling, always asking. She reached back and pulled the dress panels aside revealing her exquisite firm, round bum, then she bent a bit more, arching her back and thrusting her butt out eagerly.

 

He began to slowly windmill the thirty or more half inch blades of the flogger and then landed a medium force, downward lash to her right cheek. She responded with a sensual “Oh” at the touch of the light, soft, sumptuous leather. His other deerskins would have pinked her bottom a bit but this leather was of such high quality that it left no evidence at all, so he increased the weight behind the next few until her bum began to exhibit some colour.

 

He eased up for his eleventh strike between her legs, which drew a somewhat startled “Oh MY!” from her. He adjusted a few times with the new whip until he was getting the hit he wanted; upward, across her labia and just nicking her clit. He had only two left to go when she suddenly whispered, “CHICAGO…OH…CHICAGO!”

 

He lightened the blows considerably and went well beyond the requested twenty; watching her, to stay in rhythm with her orgasm. After a few seconds, her spasms signaled it was time to stop.

 

Panting now, she said, “Thank you, My Master.”

 

“You’re welcome, my little slave,” he said, “Step out of the circle please. I release you now.”

 

When she stepped out she moved to Tommy, put her arms around him, and maneuvered herself so her breasts pressed into his chest. After a long, deep kiss, she said, “I think I have a new favourite!”

 

He then continued around the semi-circle, one by one, the next six women enjoyed the touch of Tommy’s new toys. They chose the horsehair, the lamb’s suede, or the deerskin; and he managed to elicit an orgasm from all but Angelique who had kept her legs tightly closed. She was always shy with the whips, preferring tight bondage and “lifters”; and, much to Tommy’s delight; she was a slut for tickling as well.

 

He had deliberately left Isabella and Mariya for last; as it turned out, with good reason. As he stepped behind Isabella and touched the deerskin to her back she said, “Twenty please…with the cat, if that is your pleasure, My Master.”

 

Shaking his head, he took the kangaroo cat and set in motion. He had to get a feel for this one so he started off with fairly light blows but, even at that, the tightly braided kangaroo leather tails left red welts. He increased the force slightly as he went until Isabella’s “Oh”s told him he was in the ballpark.

 

She kept inching her legs further apart, indicating where she was hoping for the next lash to land and Tommy accommodated around number eight. She jerked a bit as the tails struck between her legs and, in a loud whisper, she said, “OH YES!”

 

The next to last strike did the job as Isabella shouted, “OHHHHH YEAH BABY…CHIIIICAAAAGO!”

 

Everyone chuckled and, as with the others, Tommy lightened the blows and stayed in rhythm with her climax until she came down the other side. When she was released, she grabbed his head and planted a hard kiss saying, “Put my name on that one, Sammy!”

 

Only Mariya was left and, as Tommy moved in behind her, most of the girls became silent. Sylvia, standing beside Kendall, asked, “Is there something wrong?”

 

“No,” said Kendall, “but…well, you’ll see.”

 

Tommy touched the whip to Mariya’s back and she immediately arched her back, pulled the dress out of the way, and said, “Thirty please…with the stinger, if that is your pleasure, My Master.”

 

He sighed and traded the cat for the kangaroo stinger. It had at least sixty long, thin strips of kangaroo leather. Each tail, or “tress”, was only about an eighth of an inch wide with sharp edges. The aptly named stinger is designed to inflict a fair bit of pain with little effort from the one who wields it. Tommy already had a couple but didn’t like to use them much as they were difficult whips to wield unless extreme pain was the intended goal. Few of his clients relished the kind of sting that this type of flogger delivered; but Mariya was one of those few.

 

“Very well,” he said, “but you’ll have to give me a few minutes. Please remain as you are.”

 

He then went through the kitchen and out the back door to a large, vertical post holding up a bird feeder. He spent the next ten minutes or so whacking away at the pole; downward, upward, horizontally; trying to get a good feel for the whip. He then gave himself a relatively soft lash to the inside of his forearm, causing him to loudly whisper, “OW! SHIT!”

 

He sighed, took a deep breath, cringed, and gave himself a much harder whack just below his elbow, “OWWWW! SON-OF-A-BITCH!” he shouted as he walked around the back yard waving his arm around like it was on fire.

 

Alyssa came out the back door and said, “Are you okay, Tommy?”

 

“Oh yeah,” he said, “I…uh…just stubbed my toe in the dark.”

 

She went back in for a moment then returned with a bottle of E lotion, “Let’s see your ‘stubbed toe.’”

 

He rolled his eyes…and stuck out his arm. She started to apply some of the cream and said, “Oh my, that’s a pretty good welt. I think the idea is that master whips the slave, not himself…Well, like you always say…cute, not smart!”

 

“Yeah, yeah…very funny,” he said as they went back into the house to the living room.

 

The other girls were standing quietly while Mariya patiently waited, still bent over and holding the dress panels to the side. Tommy moved in behind her and again touched the whip to her back to let her know he was there. She braced a bit as he began to rotate the stinger as slowly as he could get away with, without causing the whip to snap, which would hurt even worse.

 

The high pitched sound of the first smack caused everyone to cringe; like people do with a twenty one gun salute at a funeral. Even Mariya was a little startled by the sting and let out an involuntary, “OHHH…SHIT!”

 

After five more upward lashes she was audibly sobbing and her butt was bright red. She was gripping the dress panels so hard that her knuckles were white. Tommy switched to downward blows to try and avoid the red areas, but when he reached ten, she was sobbing even harder and her tears were freely falling to the carpet.

 

He then said, “Maybe that’s enough for now—“

 

Through her weeping she shouted, “NO! PLEASE SAM…PLEASE MY MASTER…YOU PROMISED!”

 

“It was at my pleasure, my little slave,” he said.

 

“PLEASE, MY MASTER! PLEASE!” she cried, and spread her feet a little more.

 

He glanced over at Alyssa who just shrugged, then he went back to the upward rotation, laid two more smacks to her butt, and the next between her legs. He had moved in a bit so the tresses would go across her labia and clit but the ends would snap on her pubes. Painful, but better than if the tails snapped directly on her clitoris.

 

Still, it caused her knees to buckle a little and her head to snap back, “OWWWW…GAWD!”

 

Every muscle in her body was completely tensed and, with the next lash, she jerked her elbows in tight to her sides, pulling hard on the dress material as her convulsions began.

 

Another lash caused her to violently shake her head and tear the seam at the back of the dress. Her sobbing was horribly loud but she was clearly in the throes of a powerful orgasm so Tommy struck one more time. The seam gave way completely and the dress dropped to the floor, then Mariya’s legs gave out and she fell to her knees.

 

Tommy immediately beckoned for the girls to help her prompting Kendall and Sylvia to kneel beside her as he backed away. He just stood and watched as the two girls comforted her and her sobs began to fade, but suddenly she shouted, “NO! THIRTY…! I WAS SUPPOSED TO GET THIRTY!”

 

Mariya pushed the two girls away and struggled to her feet and back into position. Tommy, visibly irritated, stepped forward and said sternly, “Are you forgetting your place, my little slave?”

 

Still sobbing a bit she said, “No…I’m not. I don’t understa—“

 

“WHO IS THE MASTER HERE?” he shouted.

 

His apparent anger caused her to cry even more as she answered, “You are, My Mas—“

 

“WHO IS THE MASTER HERE?” he repeated.

 

“YOU ARE, MY MASTER!” she shouted back.

 

He then said, “And until I release her, who is the slave?”

 

Meekly she answered, “I am your slave, My Master, until you release me…I…I have forgotten my place, My Master.”

 

Still speaking with authority, he said, “You will hold that position until I release you. Do you understand?”

 

Her crying subsiding, she said, “Yes, My Master…I’m very sorry.”

 

Tommy turned and took the E lotion from Alyssa then handed the bottle to Sylvia. As she and Kendall began to apply the cool lotion to Mariya’s now beet red bum, Tommy motioned for the rest of the girls to move to the kitchen. He went to the hall and retrieved a terry robe from the linen closet and retuned to the living room as the girls were finishing their ministrations, “Are you done?”

 

Sylvia nodded that they were and he said, “Could you leave us alone please?”

 

The two girls left for the kitchen as Tommy moved close to Mariya, “Stand up now, please.”

 

She stood up straight and Tommy placed the robe on her shoulders, moved close to her, and whispered, “I release you now, my little slave.”

 

She immediately turned, threw her arms around him, buried her face in his chest, and began to sob again. He just held her and let her cry until she said, “I’m really sorry, Sammy…I never wanted to make you mad.”

 

Softly, he said, “I wasn’t mad, Mariya, I just wasn’t going to let you coerce me into using that whip any more…Look…I know you like things on the intense side, but maybe that whip is a little too much—“

 

“No, no!” she said, through her tears, “I’ve never felt anything like that before…and that was the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had…I know you don’t want to hurt me, Sammy, but…I liked it…a lot. Maybe there’s something wrong with me.”

 

He said, “Don’t ever say that! Don’t even think it! There is nothing wrong with you…It’s just…it’s a hard whip to handle and I like to be more in control…so I can do it without that kind of pain.”

 

“Sammy,” she said, “I’d never want anybody else to do that to me. You’re a master with the whips…there’s no cuts or anything, although…”

 

“Although what?” he said.

 

“Well…I’d appreciate it if you didn’t ask me to sit down for a while,” she said, causing them both to chuckle and hug for a few more moments.

 

Just then, Alyssa came in with Isabella and Malsa, “Okay…break it up you two,” said Alyssa.

 

Isabella took Mariya gently by the arm and said, “Come on, sweetie, you need a little TLC.”

 

“Why don’t you relax and read some of the cards,” said Alyssa, “Malsa’s got a fresh drink and munchies for you.”

 

Malsa put the drink and pretzels on the table beside Tommy’s chair as the other two girls took Mariya upstairs. He sat and grabbed a few cards while Malsa sat at the end of the couch near his chair, “So are you my slave for the moment?”

 

She began to slide off the couch, saying, “Oh…sure…if you want—”

 

“No, no!” he said, stopping her, “I thought that’s what you were here for.”

 

Malsa said, “I was just wanting to talk, but I’m your slave whenever you want, Sammy, you know that.”

 

He took her hand, kissed it, and said, “What did you want to talk about…? Oh, by the way, you look fantastic in that outfit so…I may find it hard to look you in the eye sometimes!”

 

“Your making me blush, Sammy,” she said as she repositioned herself a bit to give him an unobstructed view of her impeccable breasts.

 

He stared at them for a considerable time then said, “Oh…sorry…did you say something?”

 

Malsa gave him a playful punch on the shoulder then sat back and said, “Uh…how was Lilly, you know…upstairs before?”

 

He said, “She was…oh…you mean…uh…I have to tell you, it’s a little weird talking to you about that.”

 

She sighed and said, “I know, it’s a little uncomfortable for me too, Sammy, but…she’s a very sexual person and she wants to enjoy everything…including that. I tried to help her…we practiced—“

 

“Practiced? How…”

 

She said, “With a peeled banana. I thought it would be good, you know, she had to be gentle. If she broke it then she was doing it wrong.”

 

He said, “How’d that work out?”

 

“Well,” she said, “she kept breaking it…then she’d it eat!”

 

They both started to laugh but, from just outside the archway, they heard, “MAMA!”

 

Malsa said, “You may as well come in, Chiquita.”

 

Lilly stepped into the room and, blushing terribly, she took a seat beside Malsa, “I know I wasn’t very good, Sam. It was my first time…I was nervous…”

 

Tommy leaned forward, towards the girls, and said, “Lilly, it was really nice. The…uh…end result must have told you that I…you know…appreciated the effort!”

 

“I though maybe I was too rough,” she said.

 

“No, no, well…not with that anyway. Oh, by the way, the handprint is almost gone!” he teased.

 

Lilly put her face in her hands and shook her head in embarrassment while Malsa said, “Am I missing something?”

 

He smiled, sat back, and said, “Inside joke.”

 

Malsa said, “Well…I was wondering if maybe we could go to your office…the three of us, and I could help her…show her…with the real thing.”

 

Lilly said, “Mama…Please!”

 

Tommy said, “I think she’s pretty embarrassed by all this, Malsa. You know, not everybody likes to do oral sex. Maybe she doesn’t—”

 

“Oh no, Sammy,” said Lilly, “I really liked it! I was surprised at how nice it felt to have your…to have you in my mouth. I got very excited…I just know I could do it better.”

 

“Well, Sammy?” said Malsa.

 

“I guess…if you want—”

 

“Good!” she said, immediately standing up and taking the two of them by the hand. As she led them into Tommy’s office, he glanced at Alyssa in the kitchen, who returned his look…and started to laugh. Perplexed, he followed Malsa into the room.

 

He said, “Uh…what should I—”

 

“If you don’t mind standing,” said Malsa, “Maybe by the desk…if you need support.”

 

“Yeah…support is probably a good idea,” he said.

 

He moved to the desk then turned and leaned against it. He looked at the two women and realized how…bizarre this all was. The fiery, dark haired Mexican beauty was going to teach her gorgeous daughter how to perform oral sex on a man; and he was the crash test dummy! He thought to himself, “This may traumatize me for life!”

 

“No hands allowed, Mija,” Malsa said as she moved behind Lilly and clipped her wrist cuffs together.

 

Together they approached Tommy and Lilly knelt as Malsa stood on tiptoe and gave him a little kiss then got down beside her daughter. She realized that, even though he would enjoy it, he was still a little uncomfortable, so she thought it best to get close to Lilly and whisper her instructions. As she reached for his belt, she looked up at him and smiled at his decision to close his eyes. Deftly, she undid the belt and button and slid his slacks and jockeys to his ankles. Immediately Lilly moved forward and opened her mouth.

 

Malsa touched her shoulder and whispered, “Slowly, Chica. You want to treat his ‘pene’ as if it is the most precious thing. Touch him softly with your lips and tongue, Chica. Lick all along the shaft; explore all its shape, the thickness, the warm, soft skin. Very slow now, move from the very tip then under to the really soft part...Good...Now, slide all the way down with your tongue and lips...suavemente, Chica, softly. Listen...can you hear his breathing?”

 

“Uh huh,” said Lilly.

 

Eyes closed, he had his head tilted back and was beginning to pant. Malsa had hoped that he would be soft at first so Lilly could “start from scratch”, but as she watched her comely progeny, she realized that any man who wasn’t hard the second she knelt before him, was probably…dead!

 

“Now, Chica,” she continued, “Lick upwards from the base to the top of the penis, like a ‘caramelo’…a lollipop. Suavemente Chica, suavemente… Yes, good…Now take him into your mouth and suck it, tickling it at the same time with your tongue. Slowly move your lips up and down the shaft, sucking and pressing with your lips and tongue…Slide slowly…slower, Chica…good…take as much into your mouth as you like. Now slowly in and out…very slowly. Keep sucking but not too hard; and your tongue…always using your tongue.”

 

Malsa smiled as she heard Tommy whisper, “Jesus!”

 

Lilly was beginning to moan softly as well, clearly enjoying the lesson as well. To confirm, Malsa said, “Does it feel nice, Chiquita?”

 

“Mmm hmm,” she hummed.

 

Malsa whispered, “Now…slide down as far as you can…slowly…good. Now slide back up…suck a little harder now…Good…now right out…okay, now again…down; don’t suck too hard and tongue…don’t forget tongue.”

 

Suddenly, Tommy’s placed his hand on the top of Lilly’s head. “He’s very close now,” Malsa said, “Slide all the way down, as far as you can go…When he comes, try and go with his ‘eyaculación’..get in rhythm…pull back and suck hard when he shoots, then back down softly in between.”

 

“Ohhh…JeeezuzShit…” said Tommy as Lilly, following Malsa’s instructions, quickly got in rhythm with his pulsing ejaculations. She was moaning quite audibly as she moved in and out on his throbbing cock. As his surging began to subside, she moved all the way down, taking his sensitive penis entirely. She wagged her head back and forth as she slowly slid her mouth back to the tip, sucking for all she was worth. She repeated this twice more before Tommy had to push her head away and withdraw himself.

 

“Okay…” he said breathlessly, “okay…real improvement there…Jesus!”

 

On wobbly legs, Tommy staggered to the mini fridge and returned with three bottles of water. Handing two of them to the girls he said, “I seem to by losing a lot of fluids today!”

 

He downed his entire bottle as did Lilly then the two girls kissed him on the cheek and scurried out of the office. Tommy made his way back to the living room and again attempted to read some of the cards. He only got through a couple when Alyssa entered carrying yet another rye and ginger. She put it beside the other two untouched drinks then took a seat at the end of the couch, tucked her feet up beside her, and turned to Tommy, smiling but saying nothing.

 

After a few silent moments, he said, “What?”

 

“Nothing. I just told the girls that I wanted to be with you for a while. I thought you might need a rest.”

 

“Bless you,” he said.

 

“Do you want something instead of the rye?” she said.

 

“No…I just haven’t had much of a chance to drink them.”

 

She said, “I know. I didn’t realize they would work you so hard. I figured they were just going to let you take it easy ‘til later. I thought they’d just serve you or talk or something. Oh, and Tommy…my eyes are up here!”

 

“It’s that damn dress…!  You said ‘later?’” he said, “What’s happening later?”

 

“Relax, Tommy,” she said, “You won’t have to do anything but sit. It’s something they worked real hard on and I think you’re really going to like it.”

 

He said, “Well…the ‘I don’t have to do anything’ part sure works for me. Who was supposed to be my next slave?”

 

“Angelique, I think.”

 

“Oh well,” he said, “at least she won’t ask me to whip her.”

 

Alyssa said, “Why wouldn’t she ask you to whip her?”

 

“She hates the whips. She always has,” he said.

 

She said, “Whatever gave you that idea?”

 

“Because,” he said, “she always…Oh no…don’t give me that ‘you’re being naïve’ thing. She’s had six or so sessions here and she never takes much flogging.”

 

She said, “Right, but she always takes some.”

 

“Yeah, some,” he said, “but, you saw her before. She had her legs so tight together you couldn’t have gotten her knees apart with the Jaws of Life!”

 

“True…but where did she go after you released her?” said Alyssa.

 

He said, “I don’t know…the bathroom I think. Why?”

 

She just sat there looking at him and after a few moments he said, “People have to go to the bathroom, Al. What else would she…Oh…Oh, you can’t know that for sure…You’re saying she was turned on and had to…damn!”

 

She said, “She just thinks that it’s not right that getting whipped turns her on, so she tries to hide it. I thought you knew.”

 

“I should have,” he said, and then he just sat and started looking at the cards again.

 

For the next twenty minutes they read through some of the cards, laughing at some of the comments, and tearing up a bit as they read a very special card from Sadie. Then Tommy said, “How long before that ‘special’ thing?”

 

Alyssa took his arm and looked at his watch,” About half an hour or so.”

 

“Okay,” he said, “I need you to do something. Go tell Angelique to meet me in my office, if she wants. Tell her that if she comes in, she has to be in full blown slave mode. If she comes in she is mine until I release her. Make sure she understands, okay?”

 

Switching to slave mode herself, she answered, “Yes, Tommy.”

 

He took a healthy swig of his drink, grabbed the deerskin, and went straight to his office. A few minutes later Alyssa, with Sylvia standing behind her, opened the door then stepped aside as Angelique appeared from the side and entered the room. Tommy motioned for Alyssa and Sylvia to stay in the open doorway as Angelique moved in front him. “Something has come to my attention…You have been keeping something from me, and that is something that a slave must not do.”

 

Standing feet apart and hands behind her back, she said, “Uh…yes, My Master…but I don’t—”

 

“When is it acceptable that a slave question her master?” he said sternly.

 

Meekly she answered, “Never, My Master.”

 

He said, “Back up a bit and turn around…now, bend forward like you did earlier and pull the dress panels out of the way…tie them in front of you so you don’t have to hold them…and then place your hands behind your back.”

 

He moved up close to her as she did as instructed, then he clipped the wrist cuffs together and said, “Now…spread your legs apart please; as wide as you can.”

 

Angelique began to weep a little as she spread her feet wide apart. Alyssa had made it clear that if she chose to enter the room that she had to be in slave mode. She had come here long enough to know that slave mode was slave mode; either you did or you didn’t; there was no in between. The only out was ‘Philadelphia’. She began to cry even more as Alyssa and Sylvia stepped back into the hall and pulled the door closed.

 

Alyssa said, “Sylvia? Can I talk to you for a minute?”

 

“Oh…sure,” said Sylvia, then the two women went to the living room and sat on the couch facing one another.

 

Alyssa took Sylvia’s hand and said, “I’d like you not to have intercourse with Sam anymore.”

 

Sylvia was taken completely by surprise and her face went ashen, as though she had just been confronted by the wife of her secret lover. “I…I…I thought—”

 

“I’m not angry, Sylvia,” she said, “but…look, when we first started this place, the intimacy thing with the clients was a constant source of uneasiness; both for Sam and for me. At first I though it would be okay if he used condoms, but he would still feel guilty and I couldn’t get comfortable with it either. I thought in time it would be okay but it never was. After a few months we decided that he would just touch them or use dildos and the client’s limit would be oral.

 

“Everybody, the girls and us, seemed to be much more comfortable with that arrangement; and it’s been like that ever since…until you came along.”

 

Sylvia had her head down, unable to look Alyssa in the eye, “I’m sorry, Ally, I thought you had said it was okay.”

 

“You have nothing to be sorry about, Syl, I did say it was okay…That first weekend you were here, I was in BC visiting my folks. Sam called me while you were having your nap, and told me all about how you had been tricked into coming. We both felt terrible about what had happened, and when he told me that you appeared to be…getting into it…I said that he should do anything you asked for, including…intercourse.

 

“You should know Sam well enough by now to know that he would have done anything to make it up to you…even unprotected sex.”

 

Sylvia began to cry and Alyssa moved close and hugged her, holding her and petting the back of her head. Still weeping, Sylvia said, “It was so intense that night…I wanted him so bad…I shouldn’t have done it without the condom. I thought about it later…and after he stayed at my place that night…I felt a little guilty then too. I realized that even you two probably use them once in a while.”

 

“No,” she said, “we don’t need them, and…I know about that night too.”

 

“We didn’t do anything the other night Ally, just oral…honest!”

 

Alyssa chuckled and hugged her a little tighter, “I know, sweetie. I’m not mad. I love you Sylvia, you’re one of my best friends now, and…I have a feeling that this was bothering you a bit too.”

 

“Yeah,” she said, “I felt guilty…like I was cheating with him…I feel better now that we’ve got this out in the open.”

 

Alyssa said, “Good. Now, like the monkey said, it’s in the past.”

 

Alyssa kissed her on the forehead then started to get up, but Sylvia said, “Can I ask…why you don’t need them?”

 

“I can’t have babies,” she said flatly, but seeing the look on Sylvia’s face, she sat back down.

 

“Sylvia…This will sound kind of pretentious but…Tommy loves me more than anything on this earth. Do you understand?”

 

Sylvia, a little surprised that she was using his real name, said, “Yes...that’s been pretty obvious—”

 

“I’m going to tell you, Sylvia, but you have to promise me you won’t tell him…I mean it. You cannot tell him.”

 

“I promise,” she said, “What is it Ally?”

 

Alyssa looked around, and then said, “Before I met Tommy…my ex-husband…used to beat me up…worse then Tommy knows. One time…he did some damage…and I had to have a hysterectomy. Tommy had a vasectomy before we met so I don’t feel he has to know. He’d be really upset, Syl…I’m afraid that it might change…things. Do you understand?”

 

“I do, Ally. I’m so sorry…but…I’ll never talk about it again…to anybody. I promise.”

 

They looked at each other silently, then both started to cry and they held each other tight for a few minutes, until they heard the office door open. They quickly composed themselves, wiping away the tears as Angelique stepped into the archway of the living room. Sylvia gasped, “Geez! Are you okay?”

 

Her beautifully coiffed, wavy, brown hair now looked as though she had stuck her finger in a light socket. She was sweating like a road worker and the satin material of the Roissy dress was now mostly dark red and sticking to her like saran wrap.

 

“Oh yes,” she said, “I haven’t been this okay in a long time!”

 

Then, looking up at Tommy, she added, “Turns out, all I needed was a little…adjustment!”

 

Angelique giggled, stood on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, and then scurried up the stairs like she was late for a prom date.

 

“That seems to have gone fairly well,” said Alyssa.

 

“Yeah,” he said, “well, you saw, it was all her…So, what’s going on here?”

 

The two girls were silent for a moment then Sylvia said, “Girl talk!”

 

Alyssa then said, “You say it was all her, so you didn’t—”

 

“Nope…but the deerskin had a good time…Uh…care to go upstairs for a bit?”

 

“Well! It’s about time,” said Alyssa, “Oh, and Sammy…Sylvia’s eyes are up here!”

 

“Damn dress!” he said as he took Alyssa’s hand and led her to the stairs, then chased her up the steps as she giggled, trying to avoid his goosing.

 

* * *

 

“Okay, you two,” shouted Isabella, “It’s play time!”

 

Alyssa stuck her head out the shower door and yelled, “Okay, Izzy, we’ll be right down.”

 

“Play time?” said Tommy, “I thought I wasn’t going to have to—”

 

She said, “She didn’t mean it’s time TO play; she meant it’s time for THE play…You’ll see.”

 

They rinsed and dried off then returned to the bedroom to get dressed. Tommy put on some fresh sweats as did Alyssa, and he just sat and watched her, marveling at how gorgeous she was, even in the simple, loose fitting outfit. He smiled, realizing that she wore the sweat pants and shirt for him, so that, if the need arose, he could have her naked in a heartbeat.

 

Noticing the he was looking at her, she said, “What?”

 

He just smiled and said, “Oh…nothing…just admiring the view.”

 

She laughed and then began to do some mock model poses, oblivious to the fact that, even though she was dressed in frump, she was nevertheless sexy as hell. She couldn’t help it really, any more than a giraffe can help being tall. It’s just the way it is.

 

 

She ran over to him and knelt on the bed, straddling his legs. She wrapped herself around him, wriggled her hips forward, pressing her crotch against his, and kissed him long and deep, like it was their first time.

 

“We have to go to the play,” she said, “so we better not get too worked up.”

 

“Too late,” he said, and he returned her embrace with another protracted kiss.

 

Both of them began to get pretty excited and started to grind against each other, when they were abruptly interrupted by Isabella’s hammering on the door, “Come on, kiddies! Don’t make me have to come in there!”

 

Lips still locked together, they laughed into each others mouths, and then Alyssa said, “Okay, okay, Izzy, we’ll be right out.”

 

Tommy reluctantly released her boob, not even realizing that his hand had automatically slid under her sweatshirt. “I’d so much rather just keep doing what we’re doing.”

 

Alyssa said, “Now, come on, Tommy. They worked real hard on this for you.”

 

“Yeah, I know,” he said, “Okay, we should go, I guess, but…remember were we left off.”

 

She gave him another quick kiss then jumped to her feet, “If I forget…we’ll just have to start from the beginning.”

 

They left the room and, as he led her down the stairs, she asked, “Okay, which is it? Follow up and lead down, or lead up and follow down?”

 

He laughed and said, “Depends. The Victorian rule is lead up and follow down…it’s the ‘ladies first’ thing. There was a time when it was lead up and down, in case the stairs were rotten. That way the guys falls to his death, while the woman coyly says ‘Oh My!’ I like the western rule; follow up and lead down…in case the woman trips the guy can save her. Besides…that way I can ‘assist’ you up the stairs!”

 

Pretending to scorn, she said, “If, by ‘assist’, you mean poking your fingers between my legs, I don’t think that’s what they meant!”

 

“Hey,” he said, “you say tomato…”

 

She gave him a playful spank as they reached the bottom. Tommy looked around and said, “Where is everybody?”

 

Alyssa took his hand and led him out the front saying, “They’re all in the studio.”

 

As they entered the heavy door of the building, it was immediately evident that the girls had indeed done a lot of work. A wide, raised platform stood across from two large, drawn curtains which were illuminated by several bright, overhead lights. There was a single easy chair, from the shower room, in the middle of the two foot high platform, flanked by two cushions and a small table on the left.

 

Still holding his hand, Alyssa led him to the chair and sat him down, then she took a place his right, sitting on the cushion at his feet. Tommy was about to suggest they get a chair for her when she rested her arm and head on his lap; telling him that is where she wanted to be.

 

After a short wait, Lilly stepped in front of the curtains and the two guests began to applaud. She was no longer wearing the Roissy uniform, opting for sweats, and for a moment Tommy kind of missed the other dress.

 

“Thank you…thank you, very much,” said Lilly, in her best Elvis imitation, “Well, we present tonight a short play for your consideration. The play is called ‘The Real Estate Girl” and is based on one of your fantasies, Sam; one that Alyssa was kind enough to share.”

 

Tommy whispered to Alyssa, “Blabbermouth!”

 

“Oh, shush,” she whispered back.

 

Lilly continued, “The play stars Sylvia as ‘Trixie’, the real estate girl, Izzy as ‘John’, Mariya as ‘Rick’, Selena as ‘Walt’, and Angel as ‘Bob’…well, you’ll see…And now, without further ado, we present ‘The Real Estate Girl.’”

 

Again they applauded as the curtains drew back to reveal a rudimentary bedroom set on the floor level stage. Their applause grew as Sylvia stepped on to the stage, but Tommy was unable to contain his laughter when the four others followed…all dressed as guys; with their hair pulled up tight under baseball caps. All wore men’s shirts and slacks and all sported painted mustaches. Their pants, especially those of ‘John’, showed that they were all remarkably well endowed.

 

The audience of two settled down and the play began.

 

‘Trixie’, wearing a business suit and skirt, said, “…And this, of course, is the master bedroom.”

 

‘John’ said, “Very nice…does the bed come with it?”

 

“Why, yes John, it does,” said ‘Trixie.’

 

‘John’ said, “And what would you use those heavy bedposts for?”

 

“Oh John, I’m sure you can think of something,” said ‘Trixie’ coyly.

 

‘John’ said, “Yes I can, Trixie, but I think we need a demonstration.”

 

‘Trixie’ said, “Why, whatever do you mean, John?”

 

Suddenly, the four ‘boys’ tackled ‘Trixie’ and flung her, face down, across the bed. They stretched her out with ‘Rick’ and ‘Walt’ holding her ankles and ‘Bob’ holding her wrists. ‘John’ went about the task of removing her clothes while ‘Trixie’ put up a less than valiant struggle and screamed, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING…? LET ME GO…! LET ME GO THIS INSTANT!”

 

Tommy and Alyssa hoped that this wasn’t supposed to be too serious because it was impossible to keep from giggling as ‘Trixie’, now completely stripped, continued to protest as the ‘boys’ installed wrist and ankle cuffs. The unfortunate captive was then forced to kneel in the middle of the bed, facing the footboard, while her wrist cuffs were locked behind her back. Two of the ‘boys’ took ropes that had already been attached to the legs at the head of the bed and attached them to her ankle cuffs. They slowly tightened the ropes which forced ‘Trixie’ to spread her feet and knees further and further apart.

 

‘John’ then affixed the end of a rope to the victim’s wrist cuffs, threw the rope between her legs and looped it around the footboard. As ‘John’ pulled the rope it forced ‘Trixie’ to lie back and then arch her back as he continued to pull.

 

“Oh…I remember this now,” said Tommy who had been trying to remember what fantasy they were talking about. It was a picture he had seen years ago on an amateur bondage site. It actually wasn’t a fantasy as such; he just thought it was an interesting bind. 

 

Once his captive’s back was arched sharply, ‘John’ tied off the rope while ‘Trixie’ said, “PLEASE…PLEASE LET ME GO…WHAT DO YOU WANT OF ME?”

 

‘John’ said, “What we want, little Trixie, is for you to suck all our dicks!”

 

Tommy, who had been taking a sip from his drink, involuntarily laughed, causing some of the rye to exit his nose; this caused the girls on the stage to giggle as well. After a moment to compose, ‘Trixie’ said, “NO…! I WON’T DO IT…! NEVER…! NEVER!”

 

‘John’ slid his belt out of his pants, and said, “Well, I guess I’m going to have to persuade you then.”

 

‘John’ doubled the belt over and began to smack ‘Trixie’ on the inner thighs and on her tummy. Tommy could see that Isabella wasn’t hitting her hard at all; the doubling of the belt cause it to sound much worse than it actually was.

 

‘Trixie’, in mock agony, shouted, “OWWW…OH GAWD…PLEASE STOP…OWWW!” then she finally relented, “PLEASE STOP…NO MORE…YES, I WILL SUCK ALL YOUR COCKS!”

 

Tommy had his hand pressed firmly over his mouth in an attempt to stifle his irrepressible laughter, while ‘John’ said, “Well Rick, you better get up there and let the lady clean your pipes!”

 

‘Rick’, knelt in front of ‘Trixie’ and undid his slacks and slid them down. Both Tommy and Alyssa burst out laughing as the remarkably realistic strap-on dildo popped out and bounced up and down. Even ‘Trixie’ had to giggle as ‘Rick’ said, “You ready to take it all, slut?”

 

Still giggling, ‘Trixie’ opened her mouth and ‘Rick’ started pumping in and out as ‘John’, patted ‘Trixie’ between her legs, and said, “Walt, here’s a hole that’s just aching to be filled!”

 

‘Walt’ undid his pants to reveal another flesh coloured strap-on and, even though they were just play acting, it didn’t appear that any lubrication was required as the dildo slid easily into poor ‘Trixie.’ The audience of two were now in a constant state of laughter, made even worse when ‘Walt’ said, “Oh yeah…I bet you never had it this good before, have you bitch!”

 

Alyssa was pressing her face into Tommy’s leg, trying not to laugh too loud, and he was tearing up so bad he could hardly see. Suddenly ‘John” pulled ‘Walt’ away and said, “Time to give this little girl what she’s been waiting for all her life.”

 

With that, ‘John’ buried his face between the captive’s legs and ‘Trixie’ let out a very appreciative, “Mmmmmmm.”

 

“Rick’ eased up on his pumping and began to tweak her nipples as ‘Trixie’ couldn’t help but push her groin into that expert tongue. After a couple of minutes, Tommy said, “Al, look at her toes!”

 

“Oh yeah!” said Alyssa, as she watched the Sylvia’s toes begin to curl in on the balls of her feet. Neither girl was acting at that point.

 

Isabella put her hands on Sylvia’s ass and pulled her hips hard as she growled into the strap-on, “AHHHHHHHHGGGGGG…”

 

When it was over, ‘John’ and ‘Rick’ stood up then ‘Trixie’ lifted her head and said, “So, what do you think of the house?”

 

‘John’ answered, “We’ll take it!”

 

As the curtains began to close the audience of two began to applaud and cheer, getting to their feet for what Tommy called a “standing ovulation!”

 

After a moment the curtains reopened and everyone, including a now unbound but still naked Sylvia, took the requisite bow, then in unison they shouted, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAMMY!”

 

Tommy and Alyssa went to the stage and there was a lot of hugging and kissing and joking, then, after things settled down, they all went back to the house. Malsa and Kendall had tea, coffee, and munchies waiting for them and for the next hour or so they all sat around the dining room table, giggling and telling of how they had gone about creating the “play”. He was interested, but it had been a long day and Tommy was hard pressed to stifle some huge yawns. Finally, he whispered something to Alyssa who then said, “Girls, if you don’t mind, we’re going to hit the sack. We’re both pretty wiped.”

 

Tommy said, “I just want to thank you all for all your hard work. I hope it wasn’t supposed to be serious ‘cause I haven’t laughed that hard since I was a teenager. Again, thank you all so much”

 

The girls all got up and hugged him and wished him a happy birthday one more time, then he and Alyssa went upstairs.

 

After another half hour of banter the rest of them decided it was time for bed so they cleaned up a bit then headed up to their rooms. As Angelique passed the master bedroom door she stopped and said, “Wait! Quiet…shhhh…quiet…listen!”

 

They all moved cautiously to the door and heard Alyssa sweetly singing “Everything I Do, I Do It For You.”

 

“She singing to him! That’s so sweet!” said Selena.

 

“Yeah,” said Isabella, “Sappy…but sweet.”

 

Sylvia just smiled and, humming “Andante, Andante” she turned and walked to her room.

 

* * *

 

The next morning, after breakfast, the girls again wished him happy birthday and, one by one, made their way to their cars which had been hidden behind the barn. Angelique, the last to leave, gave him a big hug and said, “Thanks for everything, Sammy. I’m really looking forward to the group scenario...especially after my…adjustment!”

 

He gave her a kiss then watched her drive away. Alyssa took his hand and, as they returned to the house, she said, “Well, birthday boy, let’s go have a coffee and see what we’re going to do for the rest of the day.”

 

Sitting in the kitchen, sipping their coffee, they chatted for a bit about the previous day, then Tommy said, “How married are you to your plans for today?”

 

Alyssa, a bit puzzled, said, “Oh…I had a few things…but if you have something you’d like to do then we can do mine anytime…What did you have in mind?”

 

“I’ve been thinking about it a long time,” he said, “and I’ve decided to give you your day.”

 

Alyssa said, “My day? What day are you…oh…But, it’s your birthday, not mine.”

 

“Yeah, I know,” said Tommy, “but a promise is a promise…Look; that day when everybody but you had ‘Phillied’ out, I could see it in your eyes…you’d have hung there for a week, wouldn’t you?”

 

She lowered her eyes and whispered, “Yes.”

 

He said, “Ally, when we decided to do the KrySylDarque thing, you know that I wasn’t sure what constituted ‘more intense’. I figured the best approach was to try and get everybody to ‘Philadelphia’ out; and it worked…except for you. I mean, you’ve never used ‘Philadelphia’, except for little things like that leg cramp.”

 

“Tommy,” she said, looking him straight in the eye, “I belong to you and all I want to do…ALL I want to do is make you happy. I can’t use ‘Philadelphia’; it isn’t in my heart to stop you from doing whatever you want to me, just like it isn’t in your heart to hurt me.”

 

He shook his head and chuckled in exasperation, “I have to know that if things are going wrong, you will stop it. I have to know that, Alyssa, otherwise I don’t think I can do this. I wouldn’t be able to get past it if I hurt you.”

 

“Okay, Tommy…but, can we do something that’s just for you and me?” she said.

 

“Sure…what?”

 

She said, “I have to say it three times, like a jet pilot when he ejects…you know, ‘Philadelphia, Philadelphia, Philadelphia’…like that.”

 

He chuckled again and said, “Okay…but promise me that, if things aren’t right, you’ll do that. Promise me, Al, it’s just as important for me as it is for you.”

 

“I promise, Tommy,” she said, “My solemn vow.”

 

He said, “Okay…I want to do most of it in the house but I have to get a few things from the studio, so why don’t you get ready. When I come back you should be ready…Oh, and have a warmer upper for me.”

 

Alyssa immediately went into slave mode, “Yes, Tommy.”

 

He went to the studio to get some equipment that he had been setting up for this very day. Promising her a full day of…’intense’ seemed like the only way to get her to relent at the KrySylDarque scenario. After he had released Sylvia that day he could tell that Alyssa was ready for anything, anything at all that he was willing to do, she was willing to take.

 

He had been planning this ever since then; trying to come up with a scenario that was intense…but not too intense; and he was a bit worried…worried that he might enjoy this too much.

 

After about twenty minutes of futzing around, he grabbed the box of equipment and returned to the house. He entered the front door to find Alyssa, naked except for a collar, kneeling in the hallway. Her eyes were down and her arms were extended; offering him…the kangaroo stinger.

 

Tommy sighed and muttered, “Oh…crap,” then started to walk towards her to retrieve the flogger.

 

Suddenly, both of them were startled by the sound of the gate buzzer. He motioned for Alyssa to wait a moment then turned and moved to the closed circuit monitor mounted by the door. He looked at it for a moment, moved a little closer, then turned and said, “Al, we’re going to have to postpone this for a bit, so I release you. You’d better go get dressed.”

 

“Shit!” said Alyssa, as she stood up and walked over to have a look at the monitor. She too took a second look then the two of them just stared at the image of the attractive, dark haired woman in uniform, leaning out of her clearly marked Provincial Police cruiser.