"Barring All Injuries" a bondage bar

By the time Chuck put the cane to the side I had a fine sheen of perspiration covering my body. I wanted him to touch me, to take me. He did neither. He left me alone and I could hear him moving around behind me. I heard soft clinking sounds, a whirring noise, and he was quietly humming as he worked. My curiosity had been aroused and my mind was filled with all kinds of images.

When he released me from the stocks, I resisted the urge to turn and look at whatever he had been working on. I knew that I would find out soon enough. He led me over to a small restroom in the corner of the room. I was made to sit on the toilet and he told me to pee. As embarrassed as I was, it took a while for my bladder to release, but it finally did. I washed up with his help. I sneaked a peek in the mirror at my ass cheeks to see if there were any marks from those sea creatures, but saw only a faint red spot on each cheek. It was almost as if it had never happened! I could still remember the pain I felt when they released and suppressed a slight shudder. It was like the pain felt when nipple clamps come off, but multiplied a thousand times over.

I gave my thoughts a mental shake and stepped in front of the warm-air dryer as directed. He took me back out to the room and had me kneel in the 'present' position. I watched eagerly as he opened his pants and took out his hard cock. I was more than ready for this. I had been craving it since the caning. His cock was a velvet covered rod of steel in my mouth and I lovingly licked and sucked until he came. I had even taken it deep in my throat a few times, holding it there until I felt a gag coming on, and then slowly sucked as I pulled my mouth along it's length. I hope he was happy with my skills, but he gave no indication of what he thought.

I finally got to see what had been keeping him so occupied when I was cooling off in the stocks. It looked like an exercise bike, but it was an exercise bike on steroids! As we walked towards it I examined it. The seat was nice and wide, kind of like a Harley Davidson's seat, but any thought of being 'comfortable' was negated by the tip of the dildo sticking up through it! I glanced quickly at Chuck and he smiled and motioned for me to sit on the seat. I sat and could feel the tip of the dildo just barely touching the lips of my pussy. Chuck strapped my ankles so that I could not remove my feet from the pedals, then did the same with wrists to the handlebars. My midsection was next to get strapped to a bar that wrapped around behind the seat.

I waited as he walked behind me. The tip of the dildo retracted either into or below the seat level and I couldn't feel it anymore. I heard the snap of a bottle being opened and then a few moments later the dildo once again touched my lips. A click and then the dildo rose up and in, then down and out, up and in then down and out. Another click and it stopped. I heard the sound of liquid being poured then Chuck walked in front of me, pulling something around my chest and securing it to a brace behind me. The thing around my chest tightened and I looked down at by breasts in surprise. They were poking out through holes in the bondage device and were looking swollen already. Mmmmmmmmm that felt nice.

As I sat there, thinking about how nice all this was so far, Chuck tweaked my nipples a couple of times and then applied clamps. They had a nice bite to them and the breast bondage heightened it. Mmmmm yes, even better I thought. My eyes widened when I saw him attach the wires to the nipple clamps.

Chuck stepped back and walked around me slowly, testing my bonds, adjusting things here and there then threw a few switches and I heard some clicking as if a dial were being turned. I flinched, but nothing happened.

He walked back in front of me and said, "Stella, I like subs to get enough exercise, so you're going on a ride here, at whatever pace you choose to set for yourself. After your first two miles, the device expects you to go a bit faster, after five faster still. Faster after ten, and more so after fifteen. At twenty miles, you are done! We'll have a treat for you then. You have a Gatorade nipple next to your head, and I want you to stay hydrated so drink every ten minutes or so. You WILL have access to the gear-shift so the pedaling won't be anything extreme for you, and the machine is set, today, to have your course all on the flat."

He paused, then resumed talking with a mischievous smile on his face, "Now for the fun parts. In the first five miles, you get the dildo pistoning every 10 turns of the wheel, and as you go further, it happens more often. You may *try* to cum, if you can, as often as you wish. Be ready, though, for an occasional concern with that effort. I'll be sitting right here watching and taking care of the business while you ride. Have fun!"

At that cryptic statement, he patted my on the shoulder, then gave me a very nice deep kiss. I turned my attention to my task and started to pedal. Knowing that I would eventually have to go faster, and also knowing that I had to ride for twenty miles, I started out at an easy 5mph. I set the gears at a mid-range, so that my rpms weren't going to exhaust me before I could get far. It was a meandering pace, sort of what you'd do if you were a little old lady pedaling a three wheeler I know, but I wanted to warm up before going faster. The first piston of the dildo startled me, and I'm sure Chuck saw me jump. I could hear a low chuckle come from him.

After a couple of minutes, I amped it up a tiny bit and increased my speed and changed gears. I had no idea how far I had gone but had done some triathlons, so had an idea that I had maybe done a little over a mile. My conundrum was that I knew even at top speed it would take over an hour to do twenty miles, so I had to pace myself. A couple of times during the first few miles, the pistoning of the dildo made me falter. I figured out when I passed the five mile mark; the dildo started pistoning more often, causing havoc with my system. I had to remember to turn my head and drink the Gatorade. That was one of my faults during my triathlons and the training. My coach always said I was bad at staying hydrated.

I wasn't so sure I wanted to try to cum. He made it sound like something bad might happen. About the time I had the bike up to a cruising speed of 15mph with a slightly higher gear to amp up the rpms, I was at the point where my body wanted to cum. I tried to ignore the urges and did a fairly decent job of it, but it was inevitable. I could feel my pussy clench in it's first spasm and my legs slowed down, I forgot to keep pedaling. My whole being was tuned into the orgasm that was starting to rocket through me. I started to moan, only to cry out as I felt a shock to my nipples. It jolted me and now the dildo felt different. It burned, itched, swelled. I gasped and started pedaling again, quickly getting back to the 15mph. The shocks stopped and the dildo resumed it's pistoning.

I looked over at Chuck, incredulous at the ingenious contraption he had strapped me to. He simply grinned back at me, then turned his attentions back to his laptop. I could hear the keyboard as he tapped out emails and such. Occasionally, the phone would ring and he would answer it.

My ride went on like this for a while. Every time I reached the pinnacle of an orgasm, the nipple shocks and the dildo put me back to task. I think I finished the twenty miles after an hour and a half. By this time I was trembling, exhausted from fighting my body's urges, dying to cum.

While she rode and got her exercise, I got my inventory check and ordering done, and got instructions out to Grace and Jim for the night's business. This would be my first weekend off since opening; I was planning to enjoy it.

Stella's breathing got faster as she rode, and the heart rate and breathing monitors in the breast straps detected an oncoming orgasm. This triggered the dildo to pop out some small dull spurs, and to squirt out the "surprise" fluid. This concoction of Doc Jan's reacted with natural lubricants to cause a burning tingle inside, which stopped almost at once. Coupled with the nipple shocks, she soon got back on task.

After nearly 90 minutes the system notified me it was reaching the twenty, and asked for more instructions. I told it to stand down, and shut down my computer until tomorrow. I'd be busy the rest of the day... and hopefully all night.

Satisfied with her ride, I had to help her back into the suite's living area to the bed as she was weak and shaky. A quick side trip again to the bath, for her to shower and use the facilities as needed led to me rubbing her down with fluffy towels. I opened the dumbwaiter to get out our dinner cart, and we sat to gather some calories.

After the repast was cleared away, I led her to the bed. A long, lazy time later, a very satisfied Stella laid wide open on her back, stretched out and relaxed. I played with this and that, laying beside her, teasing and drawing gasps of pleasure or pleas of satiation.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself so far today, Stella. We have some fun lined up for this evening. It may challenge you a bit, but I think you can handle it."

He unfastened all the bonds as I sat quietly on the bike. Well, quiet except for the rapid breathing which was slowly settling down to a normal rate. I flinched and gasped as he removed the clamps, then he helped me off the bike. My legs were surprisingly shaky and weak. I hadn't felt this shaky while sitting.

He walked me back to the suite and I lay on the bed while he started the shower. The shower was wonderful, the water steamy hot and the spray vigorous. It did much to restore my strength. Chuck dried me with big fluffy towels and we sat and enjoyed a dinner together.

After the little man who wears slippers came and cleared away our dinner impements, Chuck led me to the bed and caressed me. The soft stroking made me languid, limp, a doll in his grasp. Every time I tried to reach out to him, he gently laid my hands back on the bed linens. Soft cries and moans escaped me. Gasps of pleasure, accompanied by pleas of gratification. I felt liquid, seductive, and treasured while languishing in his arms.

I heard Chuck sigh softly as he stroked my arm and he said, "I hope you enjoyed yourself so far today, Stella. We have some fun lined up for this evening. It may challenge you a bit, but I think you can handle it."

I had only known Chuck since yesterday, but he had touched me, and I was ready to place myself into his keeping at a moment's notice. I felt treasured, protected, adored and I also knew that he would not hesitate to use firm control to guide me. I turned my head, smiled at him and nodded. "Yes, I have enjoyed myself, and I would love to continue. If it would not offend you; I would like to call you Master, or Sir"

She had managed to surprise me, and please me deeply. I pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "You may call me Sir, yes. I feel honored to be chosen, this soon in your experience as a sub."

I worried a bit as I held her. This must not be an "on the rebound" reaction, so I tried to reason out how to deal with this, and properly proceed.

"Stella, this experience has been strongly controlling and influencing to you. I am concerned that you might have been over-influenced by it, so we will let it go as it is now. Should you ever have doubts, or have a change of feelings, we can discuss things again."

Rising from the bed, i led her to the shower once again, and we shared a sybaritic time under the multiple heads and steamy warmth. I picked out a sundress and high-heel sandals for Stella, and grabbed odds and ends for myself, and sat down a minute.

"Saturday nights, if we have no special party planned we have kind of an 'open' night for our special regulars and for the staff to play as they wish. There are people who play hard, and some who are just there for the experience. There is some exchange that goes on; people who are into that wear a special wristband, and anyone can always say no, of course."

"I need you to decide now if you would be willing to do so. I'd make sure it was only with safe people before I OK it, of course, but you might be challenged by some Doms. And how would you feel about a female Domme? We have to determine this now."

I was relieved at his response to my question. I had startled myself when asking it. The question had just popped out, unbidden.

He pulled me to the shower and we enjoyed ourselves immensely under all the shower heads. By the time we got out, the bathroom was full of steam and my fingers were all wrinkly. I smiled as I combed the tangles out of my wet hair. After blow-drying it and applying light makeup, I joined Chuck in the bedroom and was surprised to see that he had laid out an outfit for me. A pretty sundress and high-heeled sandals to wear; no underthings of course, which was no surprise and I understood completely.

He sat down as I was dressing and spoke to me, "Saturday nights, if we have no special party planned we have kind of an 'open' night for our special regulars and for the staff to play as they wish. There are people who play hard, and some who are just there for the experience. There is some exchange that goes on; people who are into that wear a special wristband, and anyone can always say no, of course."

"I need you to decide now if you would be willing to do so. I'd make sure it was only with safe people before I OK it, of course, but you might be challenged by some Doms. And how would you feel about a female Domme? We have to determine this now."

I thought about it for a few minutes before responding. I trusted Chuck, I mean Sir, and knew that he would not allow harm to come to me. I wanted him to have fun and be proud of me. As for a female domme; I smiled as I thought about it, Jan was wonderfully fun when she worked with me yesterday.

I turned and sat on the edge of the bed to slide the heels on. "Yes, Sir. I would like to participate in your 'open' night."

Moments later, the private elevator doors opened to the great room in the basement. Tom Torquemada had done us up right for the night. There was plenty of equipment out and ready, with good space between for viewers and visitors.

A few dozen of our regulars were there, mostly couples so they would have a partner, but some singles as well. I noticed Sir DB, one of my favorites, and we approached to watch.

"Deliah, love," he spoke softly. "Now that you are bound to the cross, I am going to whip you. Are you ready for your punishment?"

Deliah answered, "As you wish, my Master. Shall I count?"

He confirmed that, and began to stroke with a single-tail across her front from shoulders to thighs. The whip left mild stripes and elicited short grunts of pain along with the count.

We watched for a while, Stella squirming and breathing heavily. I whispered in her ear, "Would you like to do something like that? There are other crosses here, or other devices. Look around and pick one!"

Chuck (Sir) and I take the private elevator to the basement. It was awe inspiring to step out and see all the equipment set up, some in use, some waiting for players. Sir steered me over to a man and women who were obviously partners. The woman was strapped to the cross, and the man stood to the side with a whip coiled in his hands. He was speaking very gently and softly to her, but the tone was firm and full of promise as he told her of his intent.

Sir and I stood and watched him whip her as she counted off the strokes. She took the pain well, only grunting as she counted. Just watching this was making me wet and I felt flushed. All of my attention was focused on the pale stripes appearing on her. I felt breathless.

I had to mentally shake myself to concentrate when Sir whispered in my ear; "Would you like to do something like that? There are other crosses here, or other devices. Look around and pick one!"

My heart pounded as I tore my gaze away from the couple. I glanced around at the empty furniture. I could see an X-frame, a bondage chair, stocks, whipping bench, standing stocks, a sex sling, a suspended platform, a gyno table and a chain web. I contemplated my choices. I also noticed a bondage ring hanging from the ceiling. Hmmmm, what if I were suspended, and could be approached from all sides?

I turned to Sir and pointed at the bondage ring. "Do you have a rigger who can artfully suspend me?"

The woman asks, 'Do we have a rigger?' Do we have a rigger!!! I beckoned to Tom to come over, let him know what we wish and he got busy at once. The ring was lowered and size adjusted, bonds attached, and Stella bound tightly. She disrobed and put her gown and shoes on a chair, and submitted to Tom's binding. Arms and legs outstretched, the padded bonds are attached to her carefully and she is lifted from the floor a short distance.

Tom turned to his kit, then, and began "enhancing" Stella's natural beauty. He worked for the Westmore makeup empire in LA for a while, and had learned many tricks. He was a wizard.

Stella was raised just a bit more, and put on a slow spin for a while. More of the regulars were arriving, and some of the staff who had not met Stella earlier. All of them stopped to watch her display, now enhanced yet again with some tasteful spotlights. Her beauty was breath-taking.

I picked up a rubber-stranded flogger. The hundreds of angel-hair thin strands would serve to bring a blush to her skin and ready her for more.

After fifteen minutes, her skin was glowing and we had gained an audience. Mistress Eva approached and asked for the chance to use a gentle single-tail; I approved her request and watched her methods. She is very good, and I hoped to pick up some tips.

Eva's sub removed her Mistresses' cape, and ran to fetch us both drinks. The whipping began, and the audience grew. Four other Dominants asked for chances to work with Stella; all were people I knew and respected so I granted the opportunity. A fifth was the guest of a regular, but I pleaded overload from the others on a new sub and he understood. Or I thought he did, anyway.

Two hours later, over half the equipment was in use and there were almost a hundred people watching others play. Stella was still in the ring; we had given her fluids and breaks between players. Now she was slowly rotating, watching the others in the room.

I was truly glad I had refused the stranger. "Master X" was cruel and thoughtless, seemingly uncaring about the sub's condition. I watched him for a bit, working on the regular who had invited him as guest. He was given no breaks, no hydration... and no quarter. "X" was using a harsh whip which he had brought with him, and it was knotted and beaded with metal studs. The sub was exhausted after ten minutes, and there were many places blood was drawn. I walked up between him and the sub, to end the activity.

It appeared "Master X" was too focused on his victim, as he swung and struck me instead. Security was close, and disarmed him at once. I directed them to take "X" into the hall, and accompanied them.

"X" was angry as a disturbed bee hive. "How DARE you take me out?" he shouted. The guards had to hold him tightly, he was fighting to get free.

"You were made aware of the policies of our private club before entering, and signed agreement." I kept my voice soft and professional.

"That stupid pretty boy deserves lots more than I was giving him!" He was almost foaming at the mouth.

I turned to the guards. "Brian, James, help Master X collect his personal effects and into his car. Make sure his voice-print and image are entered into the computer as unwelcome."

Spinning on my heel, I re-entered the room and put the problem behind me. Doctor Jan was already on the job, caring for "X's" victim.

Stella was ready to come down by the time I returned to her; Tom was already assisting her into her heels, but she had her gown over her arm.

I thoroughly enjoy being bound by Tom. I am soon suspended above the floor, exposed for the fun of the dominants. I am pleasantly surprised when Tom breaks out a makeup kit and expertly does my face.

Mmmm I can feel myself being hoisted higher and then set into a gentle, slow spin. I feel like a bit of artwork, swaying gently, with spotlights focused on me. I can't see beyond the lights to count how many people are now in the room, but the murmur of voices has grown louder. I can tell by the sounds that the room is full of patrons. I hope they likes what they saw.

I grunt slightly at the first strike. It has a light sting to it, nothing severe, but as I continue to feel the strokes over my body, I am suffused with a warm feeling. I feel as if I am soaring and glowing with an inner light. The strokes paused and I almost groaned with protest.

I could hear Sir speaking with a woman, but due to all the other voices in the room, couldn't make out what they were saying. I contented myself with slowly swinging around, my blood rushing through my body. I felt so alive.

Sir walks up to me and presses a glass of water to my lips, for which I am grateful.

I next felt a sting similar to a crop, but without the abrupt sting. This sting was more like a caress. I was making soft noises; Oh, yes, mmm, ah sighing and moaning gently. I was arching into it, striving to meet each application of the whip. Oh how wonderful I thought, relishing each stroke.

When that stopped, I received another sip of water, then I felt a crop being applied. Whereas the previous whip brought out soft cries and moans, this one made me cry out a little louder, although I enjoyed it as well. Whomever was wielding the crop was an expert, drawing it out so that I wanted it to last forever. It wasn't so much sexual as it was a heady, intense feeling. The crop was applied everywhere, sometimes hard and quick, sometimes gently, reverently.

The next one used a many-strand flogger. My pussy received a generous whipping, which I dearly loved. I was literally being whipped into a frenzy, and my hips were trying to swivel and hump to gain relief. I was now wanting to cum, but this was sensed and the flogger whipped a path across my back, over my breasts and after I was told to close my eyes, was even whipped gently across my face.

A bare hand was next, and the man spanking me took a moment to slide two fingers deep inside my pussy. I moaned and tried to rock my hips, but he just chuckled and said, "No no" removing his fingers to slap and pinch my breasts.

I almost came when I felt the cane strike the backs of my thighs. I could feel the welt that immediately rose to the surface of my skin. I received strokes on my back, ass, thighs, stomach and even lightly on the arms. The man using the cane on me made me hold it in my teeth while he used both his hands to twist my nipples, making me grunt. By now, juices were flowing down my legs and I knew everyone could see this.

After the caning, I was given more fluids, then left alone to gently rotate and watch the other patrons. The spotlights had been turned down a bit and I could now see more of the room. I looked over to see Sir talking to a cruel looking man who was pointing at me. I shuddered and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Sir shake his head and the man stomp away to whip a small man who seemed to be his personal slave. At each slow rotation, I glanced at the cruel man and saw him beating his slave, drawing blood. He didn't whip the man as if he did it out of love and appreciation for the sacrifice of the slave, rather he whipped as if he were trying to break the man. I cringed at each stroke I observed.

During one slow rotation, I saw Sir step in front of the cruel man to shield the slave. I gasped as I saw the whip land on Sir. Immediately, the cruel master was surrounded by the establishment's security. Within the span of a few moments, he had been escorted from the room by the guards and Sir.

I turned my head to see Jan taking care of the man's slave. I hoped he was ok.

Tom came over and after lowering me, released me from my bonds. He handed me my dress and shoes. I braced myself on his shoulder as I slid my feet into the heels, but left my gown over my arm. I didn't want to make the mistake of assuming I could dress.

I walked to meet Stella, just sliding into her shoes. "I am so very proud of you, Sweet Stella," I whispered in her ear. "Now for a change of pace for you." We walked hand-in-hand to a semi-horizontal rack; she looked at me with pleasure and nodded.

Helping her lay down after she slipped her heels off, I took her dress and found a chair for it. Tom rushed up and assisted me in putting her wrists and ankles into the bonds, and I happily turned the wheel to bring her tight enough for a little tension.

I bent over and kissed her deeply. "You did so well in the ring, attracting as many as you did, pleasing all those Masters and Mistresses. I'm going to help you have a little more pleasure now, and I'm going to have some as well." I picked up a multi-thonged leather whip, about 10 inch-wide strips on it. Working my way from ankles up, I paid special attention to her pussy and breasts. Her flat belly was lovely as a target as well; the pretty stripes laid pink across her flesh glowed in the changing light.

She struggled at the bonds, writhing in pleasure. I tightened the rack a notch, and gave her a swallow or two of gatorade.

A sudden boom across the room, and my two security guards burst into the room, looking odd. I saw why in a second. The guy I had banned had two huge weapons at their backs, and was pushing them ahead of him.

"So!" Shouting again. "Think you can kick me out of this dump, eh? Not much of a chance, eh? Where is that bitch from the ring?" He began scanning, and spotted Stella next to me, trying to shield her with my body.

"All the rest of you assholes! Move over beyond that rack. Leave the subs where they are... I'll get to them all eventually. YOU! RIGGER! Get your ass out here with a bunch of cuffs and strap bands! Fasten them all!"

Tom came out with the stuff, moving as slowly as he felt was safe. The rest of the security folks would be here soon, but he had to give them enough time to surround the jerk. I patted Stella, trying to soothe her, but she had to be really scared being bound helpless as she was.

I was excited when Sir led me to the rack. I had wanted to experience it, but it had been in use during the event so I chose the bondage ring instead. I lay on the rack with Sir's help and he and Tom buckled the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. I moaned with pleasure as the wheel was turned a bit and I felt the luscious tug-of-war it made with my body.

Sir bent over to kiss me and and compliment me on my earlier performance. I felt a rush of pleasure go through my body at the thought that I had pleased him. He spoke of pleasuring me, and I watched as he picked up a flogger. He started at my ankles, and the first stroke made me jump a little. I was halfway expecting the sweepy sting of a typical flogger, but this one was like a cross between a crop and a flogger. More stingy than the floggers that were used on me earlier, but I loved the feeling as he worked his way up my legs.

I felt like he was making love to me with the flogger. He spent some time pussy whipping me; I wanted to curl my hips up to meet the strokes but my body was stretched a bit to much to do it, making the pussy whipping more delicious because of it. My stomach was next, and I could feel my abdomen fluttering and dancing under the lashes. The heat he was putting on my skin's surface was like he was applying a warm blanket, one stroke at a time; under that blanket my body was a furnace. By the time he reached my breasts and concentrated on them for a while, I was squirming, my pussy moist and moans were escaping my lips.

Sir paused in his ministrations to mmmmmmmmmm tighten the rack a quarter turn and gave me a couple sips of gatorade.

I flinched when I heard the noise. It sounded like a small explosive. Sir turned toward the door but my view of it was blocked by his body.

I heard someone yelling, "So, think you can kick me out of this dump, eh? Not much of a chance, eh? Where is that bitch from the ring?"

At hearing the harshly spoken words my heart started pounding hard and I could feel my body tremble all over.

"All the rest of you assholes! Move over beyond that rack. Leave the subs where they are... I'll get to them all eventually. YOU! RIGGER! Get your ass out here with a bunch of cuffs and strap bands! Fasten them all!"

I saw Tom come out of the tack room with a hand full of cuffs and bands. He was moving briskly, but it seemed like it took him a while to walk the 25' to where the staff were gathered. I wondered how he was able to do that. It was fascinating and almost took my mind off of the danger we were in. Almost.

I was comforted a bit when I felt Sir pat my shoulder. My trembling quieted down a little and I took as deep a breath as I could.

My apprehension spiked again as I watched Sir get shoved over to the rest of the staff. He was cuffed and shackled to the rest of them and I worried that there was no rescue in sight. I didn't know how large Sir's security staff was. I wasn't sure if they were all down her, trapped with us or if there were others who were aware of our situation. I knew there were hidden cameras in the room, Sir had told me there were; but I sure couldn't detect any.

I turned my eyes back to the doorway and was completely dismayed to realize the man causing all this was the cruel master who had been kicked out. I watched with abject fear as he gave me a cold smile and then snapped his fingers at one of his men. A large duffle bag was placed at his feet. He was about 45' away from me, near the doorway and my breath started hitching in my throat as I saw him pull a long bullwhip out of the duffle.

I could feel my insides crawl with fear and loathing. He shook it out and walked closer, and closer, and closer. He stopped when he was about 25' away. The full length of the whip was revealed as he shook it out. It was long, incredibly long to my eyes. He swung his arm back and forth at hip height and the whip swished along the floor. Suddenly, he brought his arm up and back and 'CRACK' the whip snapped in the air about 10' from my body. I shrieked at the noise and he laughed. Tremors were making my body quiver and shake all over. I couldn't take my eyes away from the whip.

He advanced five more steps. Again the swishing along the floor. Again the arm raised up and back and 'CRACK' snapping in the air 5' from my body. The fear made me urinate and I was too afraid to be embarrassed. My teeth were chattering as I watched with horror while he took six steps forward.

I knew this time I would feel the whip land on my body. I bit the inside of my cheek hard; so hard I drew blood. I could taste the coppery liquid as I bit and bit and bit to try and keep from screaming. I didn't want to give this cruel beast the satisfaction. The whip swished along the floor, came up and in almost a slow motion effect, I saw the end of it come towards me and 'CRACK' I felt it across my ribcage. It was like being sliced open with a red hot sword. I bit my cheek hard and my head whipped up and back. When the back of my head slammed against the rack, I saw stars. I wanted to crawl out of my skin. I felt as if I were turning inside out. My eyes were rolling back in my head and then I felt the second 'CRACK' of the whip. I began to choke on the blood I was drawing and coughed. I know I coughed some up and could feel the warm liquid on my chin.

I heard commotion just as the the whip landed for the third time, but I couldn't hold on any longer, I gurgled out a scream and passed out while choking on my own blood.

I was cuffed and shoved in with the others, and the idiot had MY two guards acting for him, carrying in his stuff! My cell was vibrating like crazy in my pocket; I knew Mom was trying to reach me. Glancing around, I saw the red lights of all the cameras flicking on and off, which meant security was planning their move.

What was happening before me could not let me relax. After scaring the hell out of Stella with a few whip-cracks, he had the nerve to crack it across her skin twice, ripping a bit of skin each time. Stella jerked so hard, her head crashed into the table, blood coming from her mouth. It appeared she passed out.

At that second, eight security entered at once, through the main door, through the private lift, and from four holes in the walls which didn't LOOK like doors. The guards popped into the room and three Tazers hit "X" at once. The bull-whip hit the floor just as he did, and he writhed from the power.

Tom pulled the keys from his pocket and began unlocking us, Doctor Jan first, who ran to Stella and inspected her cuts, then checked the bleeding from her mouth. By that time, I was free as well and directed the guards to put "X" in one of our private rooms behind the wall panels, in strict bondage.

Jan had things strongly in hand, and Stella would have two minor scars from the whip blows. The oral bleeding was simply from her biting her cheek inside, and the bleeding had already stopped. Jan dressed the wounds quickly, gave an injection of some kind to provide comfort and pain relief, and helped me release her.

I picked her up and we headed for the elevator to upstairs. Laying her gently on my bed and Jan said, "She is deep in healthy, healing sleep right now. Let her wake up on her own, and this will just be a minor event in her life."
I asked Jan to stay with her, and went down to that private room, picking up Lance and Mom and Tom along the way. There would have been fifty people with me if we had room; the entire staff was out for "X's" neck at that point.

Stopping to think a minute and to catch my breath, I realized that my mind was not right for this project. Too much revenge was coloring my attitude. I turned to my head bouncer and said, "Lance, you know how to handle this. Find out how he got back in, how he overpowered Brian and James. Take careful notes, Mom, and let's solve the problem forever. Spend as needed, dear heart." I walked away, before earning a homicide arrest.

I went to my office and watched the security feed from that room. Mom did a few things to the naked, bound man that I had not seen done before anywhere except old prisoner-of-war movies. She had him crying in seconds, begging in under two minutes, and cooperative in three. Lance's bulk was there for intimidation, but Mom's evil mind got the job done.

Satisfied, I went back to relieve the Doctor and laid down beside Stella, taking her in my arms and just cuddling her close. I laid there, trying to dissipate my anger against "X", trying to control my agony at Stella's injury, trying to reconcile the events with my obligation to protect my subbie. I had failed.

I came to slowly, aware that I was in a warm, gentle embrace. I felt immediate relief. That meant that Sir was ok, no harm had come to him. But what of his staff? Was everything now ok?

I breathed in a deep sigh and snuggled closer. I felt Sir's quick intake of breath and I braced myself. I had disappointed him, I know. I had given in to that madman's desire for my screams of pain, giving him exactly what he wanted.

"I'm sorry Sir" I whispered to him, hoping that he wasn't too upset with me. "Is everyone ok?"

She came awake, and mumbled something about being sorry. I pulled her closer to me.

"Stella, you were unbelievably brave in what could have been a horribly painful and destructive situation. The bump on your noggin kept you from seeing the end, which happened just after you passed out. "X" is down in one of the private rooms, being worked with by Lance my head guard and Mom, head of security."

I pulled away a bit. "I failed, not you. It was my responsibility to protect and care for you. By not planning on that type of emergency, you got hurt. It was my fault."

My hands moved to stroke and massage Stella, running over her body, soothing and teasing. I ducked my head between her thighs and began to 'eat at the 'Y'', as one of my relatives used to say.

Dear Stella was as responsive as ever, and her thighs grasped my head tightly. I could tell she was close, so I nibbled, hard, on her clit. Arching her body, she came hard.

I was still concerned... and waited for her to relax and discuss it. And to see if she accepted my apology.

His words astonished me, I certainly did not blame him for what had happened and I was relieved that he was not disappointed in me. I smiled at him and he began to caress me tenderly; stroking and soothing me.

I gasped and moaned when he moved down to cover my sex with his mouth; teasing and tormenting me with his well-versed tongue. The trauma of the evening was forgotten as he brought me to a shuddering climax.

In the afterglow of my orgasm, I sensed that he was holding himself back from me. Concerned, I raised myself up on an elbow and explained, "Sir, you yourself just called it an emergency situation. Not all things can be planned for. You must have quite a security crew to have been able to get all of us out of that situation. I would say that we were all quite fortunate and I am proud to call you Sir."

I smiled at him and tentatively reached out to run my hand down his jawline, feeling the light stubble that had grown during the day. I wanted to touch so much more, to show him the same pleasure he had just shown me.

I was pleased and relieved at her response. Laying back on the pillow, I said, "Pleasure me, slave." She started orally, and I pulled her up on top of me, letting her do the work. Kneeling up, she slid my cock slowly into her cunt, gripping tightly with her sweet muscles. The woman obviously paid attention to her Kegal exercises.

Sliding up and down, she rode me slowly. I thought of 'icicles and waterfalls', something an early mate taught me as a form of self-control. It only works so long; the icicles melt and the water starts to boil. Stella's hot body was my playground, as I twisted her nipples and teased her clit with my fingers. I felt her climax several times as we fucked. No... we didn't fuck, we made love. Slowly. Sensuously. An hour. Hour and a half. Some long, indeterminable time. We drifted to sleep, still in each others' arms.

Morning came, and I woke up early for some reason. Easing out of bed, I logged on to security cams and checked on the prisoner. "X" was still in bondage, and appeared unconscious. His body did not show any signs of damage, but I knew Mom had not been cruel. I imagine she used some of the methods she learned when working for that dictator in South America, but I didn't want to know.

Suddenly I realized Stella was looking over my shoulder. "Boy, you can't even tell he was tortured," she said. "I hope they hurt him bad, motherfucker."

I looked at her, a little startled. This was a side of Stella I had not seen before. Vindictive did not suit her, and surprised me a little. I realized how little I knew about her. And how much I cared.

Taking her in my arms, I kissed her deeply. We walked into the playroom, and I put her onto my rack, pulling her more tightly than she had been downstairs. And we started over where we were interrupted.

I breathe a sigh of relief when Sir relaxes and commands me to pleasure him. I happily slither down his body to lick the length of his cock. I enjoy watching it grow longer, get harder under my ministrations. I swirl my tongue around the head and am mesmerized by the pearly drop of pre-cum that oozes from the tip. Quickly, my tongue darts out to lap it up. With a growl Sir pulls me on top of him and I am eager to feel him inside me.

I raise myself up and guide his cock into my cunt, I smile as I watch his face, hoping he is pleasantly surprised by what I can do. Kegel exercises have been a big part of my daily ritual ever since I read an article on ancient Eastern Indian sexual techniques. I make a tight ring with my pelvic muscles and as I sit quietly but firmly on his cock, I make the tight ring slide slowly up and then down his cock. After a few moments of this, I begin to lift my hips up as I 'suck' him with my muscles. As I sit back down, I 'push' him with them, making the sensations more intense for both of us.

I slowly gain speed over a matter of time, synchronizing my pelvic muscles with the rhythm of my hips. We enjoy this for an hour or more as I arch my back while he twists my nipples and pinches my clit. His attentions to my body make me cum several times, building up to a large simultaneous climax with him.

It was the most sensuous experience of my life and I happily drifted off in his arms, safe, warm and peaceful.

I woke up when I felt Sir's absence from the bed. He was at the computer and I walked over to see what he might want of me to start the day. I didn't mean to look, but as soon as I drew near I saw that he was observing the cruel master who had tried to harm everyone the night before.

My anger surged to the surface. I remembered the fear on the faces of some of the subs who were still bound and the look on the faces of the staff. I thought about how easily things could have been worse for everyone. I ground my teeth and startled even myself when I said, Boy, you can't even tell he was tortured, I hope they hurt him bad, motherfucker."

As startled as I was at my anger, I was more concerned about what Sir would think of it, but he gathered me into his arms and gave me a long, lingering kiss. Taking my hand, he led me into his adjoining playroom. When I saw the rack, a frission of fear tingled my spine, but one look into Sir's warm eyes made me relax. I took his hand as he helped me onto the rack.

I was stretched tightly, more so than the other night and Sir picked up the flogger to once again warm me up for more.

I flogged Stella's soft skin slowly, carefully, making sure to avoid any of Doctor Jan's dressings. This was sensuous for me, exciting me, raising my blood pressure. I could feel the flush of pleasure washing over me. And I observed Stella have mini-orgasms as the flogger hit clit or nipple. She was such a receptive slut, and so accepting of anything I offered her. A sensation-junkie of the finest quality. And she was fine!

But it was time to pick up the action. I was interested in some sterner stuff than I could do here in the suite. I released Stella from the rack and helped her to the floor.

"We'll bathe, then do a good job with douche and enema clean out. Get some fluid in you, and gather three bottles to take along. When you are finished, I'll be on my computer waiting for you."

I grabbed a quick shower and sat down to check the preparations for the day's business. I answered five quick messages, read the report by Mom and Lance on the interrogation and approved the security changes they suggested. Some of those changes might be lethal to the bad guys... tough luck for them; my family would be protected!

All was well; Grace and Jim were off today, but their assistants were well-trained and the head chef always was there to make sure things ran smoothly. I checked the status board; we had eleven people off-schedule today because of the holiday tomorrow; they were traveling to be with family. Plenty of staff to cover; I emailed a few about special plans I had for the day. I would need four of them for assistants later in the day.

Tom surprised me by being awake; he'd been up late, cleaning up the mess. I got him at the table with Doc, sharing a meal.

"Hey guys? If you'd like, you can come to the basement in a while; something special is going to happen to our invader." We discussed the exact time, and both had good ideas as to what might happen. Some short laughs and we disconnected.

Stella fell into 'present' before me, eyes depressed. I touched up her position a bit; she was not raising her bust enough, or tilting her pelvis forward quite enough.

"Slut, you must learn to keep those tits up high. I have a couple reminders to help you put that foremost in your thoughts." Grabbing clamps with one hand, I teased her nipples to hardness. The clamps were of the Oriental style, which tightened with added weight applied to them. She hissed with each applied clip, and again when I hung two ounces of weight from each.

"Stand, Stella. This is a new position for you, "standing present." You will spread your legs shoulder-wide, your fingers laced behind your neck. Breasts forward, just like that. Perfect." One more clamp found its home on her pleasure nub, with two more ounces of reminder there.

"You may dress now in a loose sundress or such, sandals, no undergarments. We are going down to the playroom to face some fears."

The flogging Sir gave me was glorious. The multiple lashes were firm caresses that slowly stoked the fire within. The strokes I enjoyed the most were the ones that landed on my clit and nipples. A stroke to the nipples and I could feel the sensation shoot through my body; making my abdomen twitch and my pussy throb. A stroke to my clit made my leg muscles jump; making me want to fuck the lashes as they landed. Sir whipped several small orgasms from me in this manner and I was flying high,

After some time Sir put down the flogger and released me from the rack. As he led me to the other room he explained, "We'll bathe, then do a good job with douche and enema clean out. Get some fluid in you, and gather three bottles to take along. When you are finished, I'll be on my computer waiting for you."

The two of us showered quickly, I stayed behind for the douche and enema cleaning. I did a thorough job of it and then brushed my teeth and drank some water. After grabbing three extra bottles of water for our ‘adventures’ I rejoined Sir in the living room area of the suite.

When I walked into the room, he was laughing with someone on the phone and I got into the submissive position at his feet. He hung up the phone and reached out to raise my chin higher, pressed my shoulders back while pushing my chest forward and then he made me tilt my pelvis more towards him.

"Slut, you must learn to keep those tits up high. I have a couple reminders to help you put that foremost in your thoughts."

My face turned red at his statement. I felt honored that he would take the time to teach me the proper way to do something. I wanted to please him more than anything.

I watched his fingers tweak and pinch my nipples, until they were standing out proudly on my breasts. He applied a clamp to the left nipple; ssssssssss mmmmmmmmm I hissed in both pleasure and pain. He applied a clamp to the right nipple and again, I hiss. The pleasure/pain increases as he hangs weights from each clamp, making each clamp’s bite more severe while they pull at my breasts.

"Stand, Stella. This is a new position for you, "standing present." You will spread your legs shoulder-wide (I stand and spread my feet until they are shoulder width apart), your fingers laced behind your neck. (I reach up and lace my fingers at the back of my neck) Breasts forward, (I thrust out my breasts, arching my back) just like that. Perfect."

He crouches down and I feel his fingers on my clit, pulling and tugging. I moan and suppress the urge to rotate my hips. sssssssss, oh wow, Goddddd yessss. Aaaahhhh he attaches a clamp to my clit and then hangs weight on it. I can feel my juices flow from the sweet torture that the clamps are providing.

"You may dress now in a loose sundress or such, sandals, no undergarments. We are going down to the playroom to face some fears."

I hurried to the bedroom to complete the task, weights swinging from the clamps. I quickly dress in a billowy sundress with shoulder straps that tie, and place sandals on my feet. Once back in the living room I face Sir and do the ‘standing present’ position and await further instructions.

Standing up, i took her in, walking around her. Stunning, glorious. The bright yellow dress went well with her skin color and hair. My heart leapt at how much I was getting attached to this woman. Her willingness to please, her attitude about learning, her trust; this was indeed a special submissive!

"Come." We walked down the hall to the elevator, and went down to the basement dungeon playroom. Tom had taken care of it as I had asked, and set it up identically to Saturday night. He and Doc were waiting by the rack.

"Go to Tom, Stella, and let him get you onto the rack and bound in place. He and Doctor Jan will get you started; I'll be back in a few minutes."

Striding out the door I went down the hall to the room where "X" was held. He sat on a bench there, naked and upset.

"Let me out of here, you son of a bitch. You have no right to kidnap me."

"Kidnap?" I laughed. "You entered this place under your own power, using force to get in... and I have it all on video disk. Like a copy when you leave? The Police Chief, the local head of the FBI, and the Mayor all have their own copies. I'll even send one to your boss and to your family, if you like. Of course all those copies will have pictures of how Mom made you cry last night, begging her to leave you alone."

He stood up, as if to threaten me. I pressed the button on the box in my pocket, and he was down on the floor, writhing.

"How....do....you....do....that?" he gasped.

"I'm here to tell you what is going to get you free. Tonight, my subbie is back in the same place, on the same rack. YOU are going to crawl in, hands and knees, and beg her to forgive you for last night. Then you will take the place of your sub from last night, and my staff will take turns whipping the shit out of you. Not nearly the same as you did to him last night; he's in the hospital now, and his condition was just upgraded to "fair" from "serious". You hurt him BAD last night, and you have never even asked about him."

Pacing now. I was upset at him. "You broke into MY HOUSE!" I was shouting. "You endangered my FAMILY. But most important, you injured a **GUEST** of mine, and someone I happen to care about a great deal. So you are going to do just as I have stated, or you will be back in this room, with Mom." I saw him shudder.

Pulling him from the floor, I got in his face. "You going to cooperate, asshole?"

He answered by getting to his hands and knees. "Yes, sir." Like pulling teeth, but it came out.

A few moments later, he was crawling into the big room, and Tom had tilted the rack so Stella could watch along with the rest. "X" went to each lady, then to each man who were there, apologizing on hands and knees. Then he went to Stella.

I keep my eyes forward as he walks around me, I can feel his eyes on me as if it were a physical caress.

"Come." he says, and leads me down the hall to his private elevator, which we then take to the basement dungeon area. As the elevator doors open, I feel my legs get shaky. The room is set up exactly as it was when the cruel master broke in and scared everyone. Across the room I could see Jan and Tom standing by the rack.

"Go to Tom, Stella, and let him get you onto the rack and bound in place. He and Doctor Jan will get you started; I'll be back in a few minutes."

Hearing this made my heart leap in my throat, but I knew that he would let no harm come to me. I took a deep breath and started walking to the rack on legs that felt like rubber.

Tom and Jan were giving me warm smiles, making it easier for me. Tom took my hand and Jan pulled the ties on my sundress, allowing it to drop and pool at my feet. I stepped out of the pooled dress and onto the foot ledge of the tilted rack. Jan’s eyes twinkled as she looked at the weighted clamps adorning my nipples and clit. I felt my face turn red as I smiled at her.

I was soon bound to the rack and Tom tilted it back to nearly horizontal, then turned the wheel a few notches, creating nice tension on my limbs. Jan picked up a gentle flogger and slowly started warming up my skin. Within ten minutes, I was sighing and cooing, trying in earnest to raise my body to meet each stroke. First I was arching my back at the breast whipping, then rotating my hips at the pussy whipping, now arching, now hips rotating; she was making my body dance for her. She stopped at that point and Tom tilted the rack back up so I was almost standing. They stood on either side of the rack and seemed to be waiting for something.

I hear the door across the room open and I look over. My eyes widen in alarm. It’s the cruel dom from that night! But, he’s crawling! Submissive! I frown and study the scene. He is crawling into the room and Sir is walking slowly behind him with a thunderous look on his face. The crawling Dom slowly approached all the other people in the room one at a time, apologizing for his behavior of the night before. I felt a shudder go through me as he turned towards me and crawled closer. It was an odd feeling, as a sub, bound and looking down at a crawling Dom. I felt a wave of pity for him. Not for what he was going through, but for what he was missing. I listened to him clear his throat. His first words came out in a croak and he had to start over.

“I beg your forgiveness for what I did to you last night. Uh...”

I shook my head and gazed down at him as his apology trailed off.
He flinched when I spoke.

“I feel sorry for you, I really do. You were given a gift last night, and you threw it away. You had a sub who wanted to please you and you almost killed him. You’re no Dom, you’re a bully who pulls the wings off flies, who beats on things weaker than himself to feel more powerful. But I am going to forgive you; yes, you have my forgiveness.”

I turned my gaze away from him and looked at Sir. He was looking at me with warmth in his eyes and I saw how quickly the chill came to them when he shifted his eyes to the crawling Dom. It was amazing how this one act had erased my fear of this rack, this room, that man.

I was stunned with Stella's words, and appreciated the gift of her submission all the more. This was a person who understood the D/s cycle, TPE, and the rest. And I could see the words' effect on "X"; they were as a slap in the face. He was hit harder by those words than he could have been by anything else.

Smiling warmly at Stella after her words, I turned "X" over to Tom so he might be fastened as his sub was the night before. Then all my staff members got to work on him, abusing him as he had abused his sub under the watchful eyes of Doctor Jan. I didn't want him put in the hospital, but I DID want bruises which would hurt a while and a few scars in places he could see, to help him remember.

Turning back to Stella, I helped her from the rack and took her over to her old friend the spanking bench. She slipped into position happily, and I fastened her facing away from "X". The object here was for her to have some fun, and for me to as well. Last night was a chapter to erase from the mind as quickly as possible, other than to learn from it.

Once Stella was well bound, I began to work on her ass. First I brought out the tawse; its' twin straps of supple leather smacked loudly on her sexy flesh. Now and then I would 'miss' my target and allow the end to slap into her cunt lips, and I'd see her so richly stimulated as the clamp with the weight still attached would sway in response.

I removed all three clips for my next implement, as I wished her full attention. Years ago, a small 'toy' store near Philly had yielded an interesting device called "The Ivy". It was a short length of medium-firm rubber hose, curved into an egg shape and attached to a handle. The loop was about 10 inches long and perhaps 6 across. Giving a very intense sensation when 'slapped', I knew this would push Stella's limits.

The first stroke elicited a yelp, and the screams stayed loud as I went through 20 strokes on her bottom and thighs. Her skin was richly red with swirl marks left behind. She pleased me with her responses, and responded with 'green' when I asked her for her color-check. Taking a break, I helped her hydrate with her sports drink.

Her bottom was quite flushed now. I took up my favorite paddle; it is leather over a spring-steel plate, 12" long and 4" wide, and stings quite strongly. Twenty strokes at medium strength elicited 15 yelps and five wail; color check at the end was still green, though.

Tom brought up my next device, a fucking machine. We applied a condom to the dildo and lubed it, but it turned out not to need any; Stella was flowing with natural lubrication. The dildo was long, about 10 working inches, but not really too big around. Adjusting and aiming took a couple minutes, then we turned her on, pun intended. Groans, moans, and gasps came from Stella, and she came to a quick climax. And three minutes later or so, another. I left Tom to watch over her, and went over to check out "X".

He was bruised and aching everywhere from the staff's attentions, and we released him to the custody of two guards. I instructed them to take him home in his car. We made it clear to "X" that he was never to return.

Sir smiled at me and had the man crawl on his knees to Tom. I watched as Tom bound the man in the same manner as his sub had been bound the evening before. Sir came over and removed me from the rack while the staff started whipping the cruel master the way he had whipped his sub.

I was led to the spanking bench. Remembering how much fun this had been the last time, I was eager to be of use on it again. Sir cuffed me to the bench, my back to the proceedings the staff was undertaking. I was happy to be able to focus on Sir and our fun, rather than have the distraction of the man’s whipping in my view.

I felt the first strike and smiled. He was using the same implement he had used the during the ‘naughty schoolgirl’ pose he had made me do in his room. As I did then, I counted the strokes;

WACK! "One! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Two! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Three! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Four! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"

I kept up quite well with his strokes. The only thing that threw me slightly off was when I felt the leather land on my pussy lips. Whenever this happened, I was sure I was ‘lubricating’ the leather as he struck me. The clit clamp was jiggling during this and I was definitely warmed up!

When he put aside what I later found out was called a tawse, he removed the clamps from my nipples. I hissed and squirmed at the removal of each nipple clamp. The removal of the clit clamp elicited a gasp and a growl from me. I wanted to squeeze my legs together after that one, but was bound to the bench with my legs spread.

I waited, wondering what Sir had in mind next. My question was answered when I felt the first strike. Youch! That packed a punch! Whatever he was using now had quite a bite to it. It was almost like being hit with a tiny fist, but a strong one. It had both a thumpy sensation, followed by a sting that throbbed afterwards. I felt that land 20 times and Sir stopped to check on me. It was painful as it landed, making me cry out but the pain melted into a warmth that suffused throughout my body and made me incredibly aroused. I knew I would have some bruises from this and I was going to relish looking at my ass in the mirror and seeing those lovely reminders until they faded.

After Sir offered me a drink, he moved on to the paddle. This was a different paddle than the kind I had seen in the catalogs. I expected the same sensation that had occurred when Jan had paddled me, but this one stung, a lot!

I received twenty strokes with that paddle, and it was making me yelp. Had I been able, I would have been jumping forward at each stroke. Sir again checked on me, asking me for a color. Of course I said green. I felt almost like I was having an out-of-body experience and it was a heady feeling. I wanted to keep going with whatever Sir planned.

I could hear something being moved across the floor behind me, and I tensed, expecting Sir to use an increasingly harsh implement. The gentle touch to my pussy startled me, making me “mmmmm” softly. The touch went away for a second and then was there again. The touch got firmer and firmer. Oh my aaaahhhhh yessss! Something was entering me, and entering me, and entering me. I heard a click and then the thing in me started pumping in and out. I could hear a motor. Oh my God it’s a fucking machine...oooohhhhhh, mmmmmm, God yesssss. After all the loving strokes Sir had given me with his assortment of ‘weapons’ the phallus pumping in and out of me was exquisite.

It didn’t take long for my first orgasm to hit. Unlike a real cock, which was slightly yielding to my clamping pussy muscles, this one was unforgiving, making my orgasm have a nuance of discomfort in it. I much preferred the real thing, but this one obviously was doing the job because I could feel another orgasm building almost the moment the first one dissipated. I could easily see how this could be used as punishment if the Dom desired to do so.

The second orgasm hit, harder than the first. I groan loudly. I know it won’t take many more before I am begging Sir to stop the machine. I get very sensitive after an orgasm, so to have so many of them, one right after the other was going to be quite an experience!

The rest of the staff was feeling mixed emotions. Anger had evaporated, they said: now they were just deflated... and horny. Well, we had just the solution for THAT.

Tom and I removed the fucking machine, and Doc helped Stella up, only to lay her down again on a short table. Stirrups were put into place, and Stella was strapped onto the table. I left her arms loose; she might just need them, but her forehead was strapped down, and her legs were raised high up towards her chest so her bottom was off the table and wide spread.

I raised my voice. "Friends, dear Stella here is horny as you are, and just had five or six major orgasms. She wants to share the wealth with all of you, so line up and pick a hole and a method." Standing back, I let Stella and the gang get busy. It was time for a glass of cognac and a good Cuban... but all I had was a bottle of cold water. Ah, well.

The ladies were taking turns sitting on Stella's face, letting her bring them off while the men alternated holes to give her a break. They took her slowly and long, making the pleasure last for all. Stella had a few more orgasms, courtesy of the male crewmembers, throughout the two hours or more that the experience lasted.

When all were finished, I gathered Stella up in my arms and took her back to my suite. Using the tub, I filled it with blood-warm water and bubble bath, and put her in to ease the stresses of this last experience. Drying her with one of our wonderful fluffy towels, I undressed and we went to bed.

"Stella, my strong-as-steel woman, I am so proud of you, of your reaction to "X", of what you said to him, of your courage and fun-making skills during your ordeal."

"I wish to present you with something; kneel before me." I pulled out the special collar I had emailed the jeweler and leather craftsmen to make for me.

"I offer you my collar, Stella. It is a symbol for both of us; a mark of your submission to me, and a mark of my commitment to you. My love for you has grown since we have met, girl, and we grow closer every day. I have admiration for your courage, and your desire to learn. I wish us to continue this voyage together. Will you accept it?"

After a five intense orgasms, I felt the machine stop and then it was removed. I breathed a sigh of relief. While I enjoyed the orgasms I had been having, I craved the feel of a real cock; the velvety skin, the comfortable firmness sliding in me.

Tom released my bonds and Jan helped me up. She turned me around and backed me up to a table. Tom, Sir and Jan strapped me down to the table. I was bound as if my ‘charms’ were on display. My torso was firmly strapped down, and my legs were back towards my chest and spread open, causing my hips to lift up off the table. In this position, a man could enter my ass or my pussy. The end of the table my head was resting on angled downwards slightly. My forehead was strapped down allowing for use of my mouth by man or woman. My arms were left free.

I heard Sir make an announcement to the room; "Friends, dear Stella here is horny as you are, and just had five or six major orgasms. She wants to share the wealth with all of you, so line up and pick a hole and a method."

A wave of people approached me. Men and women alike. For more than two hours I was filled and fondled. Women sat on my face. Men face-fucked me, fucked my ass, fucked my pussy. I used my fingers and hands to pleasure them as well.

Once, during this, I was pumping a man’s cock with my right hand and fingering a woman’s cunt with my left one. I giggled several times (as did they) when I accidently ‘pumped’ my left hand and tickled the man’s cock with my right. I had men and women pinching and fondling my breasts.

One woman treated me to a 69, and ate me to orgasm as I pleasured her. Another woman started to do the same thing, but a man dragged over a platform of some kind and started to fuck her from behind; she ended up too distracted to service me, but I was enjoying licking them both as he sawed in and out of her right over my mouth. I ‘specially enjoyed cleaning out her cummy pussy after the man came inside her. All in all, I was a thoroughly satisfied slave and thought that the staff was sated as well. I was hoping Sir would partake of me, but he stayed back out of my view and either watched, or took care of affairs.

When I was finally released, Sir picked me up and carried me back to his suite. He cradled me in his arms as he ran warm bubble bath in the sumptuously large bathtub and let me relax as he washed me. The loofah he gently sluiced over my skin was soothing. He slowly and sensuously washed my hair and as the water was draining, he dried me off with a large soft-as-a-cloud towel. Mmmmmmm I felt so relaxed, so loved, so protected. I felt precious and wished there was some way I could convey how I felt to Sir.

Sir led me to the bed, but before we could lay down he spoke to me; "Stella, my strong-as-steel woman, I am so proud of you, of your reaction to "X", of what you said to him, of your courage and fun-making skills during your ordeal."

He paused, then continued, "I wish to present you with something; kneel before me."

I knelt at his feet, a puzzled expression on my face.

I watched as he opened the nightstand and pulled out the most beautiful collar I had ever seen. Leather, platinum and jewels, oh my! I swayed and would have fallen over if I had not reached out to steady myself by placing a hand on his leg.

I heard his voice, "I offer you my collar, Stella. It is a symbol for both of us; a mark of your submission to me, and a mark of my commitment to you. My love for you has grown since we have met, girl, and we grow closer every day. I have admiration for your courage, and your desire to learn. I wish us to continue this voyage together. Will you accept it?"

My vision grew blurry with tears of joy and I blinked several times. Sir was holding the collar out, opened, all I had to do was lean forward and place my neck in it. It felt so surreal, and I knew that I wanted this more than anything in the world. I leaned forward and first placed a kiss on the collar, then leaned into it. I felt the cool leather and platinum quickly warm to my skin as he locked it into place. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and reached trembling fingers up to touch the collar. I never wanted to part from it! Licking my lips, I said the first thing that popped into my head, “You honor me Sir with this symbol of our commitment to each other. I too have grown to love you. I love you for your devotion to your friends, for the honor with which you carry yourself and for your firm guidance in my training. I look forward to our voyage together.”

I held the collar open for her. Kissing it, she put her neck into it and allowed me to lock it around her slender neck. And she spoke to me.

“You honor me Sir, with this symbol of our commitment to each other. I too have grown to love you. I love you for your devotion to your friends, for the honor with which you carry yourself and for your firm guidance in my training. I look forward to our voyage together.”

Her words warmed me, pleased me. I pulled her warm, soft body to me and lifted her into bed beside me. "This means so much. Stella, I love you fully and completely... and I thank you for the greatest gift a person can give another, your submission."

We snuggled closely, then had a long, slow, lazy lovemaking session and fell deeply asleep in each others' arms. The long, emotional day took its toll; we were exhausted and slept deeply. Morning arrived much too early; I was glad for today's holiday, as we were closed to the public and we could all have a lazy day.

The first sight I had when I opened my eyes was her beautiful neck incased in the work of art my jeweler had designed. A blend of leather, platinum, and precious stones, it would be admired in the board room, the dining room of a fine restaurant, or in the dungeon. And it circled the neck of the person who meant the world to me. I was so proud of her.

Another day of play to enjoy. I snuck out of bed, quietly, and caught myself whistling as I showered and shaved... the first time in years I've done that.
A peek as I walked past the bedroom, still asleep. On out to my study, and i used the house phone to call for breakfast. Firing up the Mac, I checked security, my email (answering a bunch of messages), and last night's sales (slow, typical night before a holiday here).

Stella kissed me on the neck to let me know she was up, and headed for the bathroom. She got back just as breakfast arrived, and we sat and broke fast together, in the glow of our affection.

My heart swelled when he pulled my up into the bed with him. I smiled as he said "This means so much. Stella, I love you fully and completely... and I thank you for the greatest gift a person can give another, your submission."

It was warm and comforting to be in his arms. We cuddled for a time and then turned to each other and made love; slowly, sensuously exploring each others bodies. Afterwards, we fell asleep in each other’s arms, sated and at peace.

The next morning I woke up to see him at his computer, taking care of business. I smiled and walked over and give him a quick kiss on the neck. Walking into the bathroom, I took care of my needs and then paused in front of the mirror to admire the collar on my neck. It was gorgeous. I ran my fingers over it, feeling the stones that were inlaid. It must have cost a fortune! I felt like a bride admiring her wedding ring set. The collar was mainly platinum, with leather woven throughout. It was fairly wide, I leaned forward for a closer look. Maybe 2”? It was studded with diamonds and rubies. The diamonds ran in a straight line all the way around the collar, the rubies wove in and around the diamonds. Each diamond looked to be almost two full carats! The blood red rubies set it all off beautifully. There was a large O-ring in the center of the collar front, and I was willing to bet that Sir had arranged for it to be removable so that he could adorn me with a bell or something else if he so desired. I glanced at the clock. Oh my! I had been wasting time!

I took a quick shower, careful to keep the collar dry until I could ask him about whether or not I could get it wet. I brushed out my hair and brushed my teeth. When I walked back out to the other room, Fred was delivering our breakfast.

Sir and I sat together and enjoyed the morning repast. I felt like I was floating on a cloud. I felt more ‘complete’ now somehow.

When we were done with breakfast I smiled at him and said, “Sir, there is something I would like to ask of you.” I reached up and touched the collar, as if to give me a boost of strength for what I was about to ask him. Clearing my throat, I continued, “Sir, I want to live here, to leave the job I had and become a part of the family here. If you don’t mind, I would also like to close out my bank account, get rid of my car, my apartment. I don’t need all that. I have a master now, don’t I?”

I looked down at the floor and held my breath as I waited for his answer.

Close out her life? That IS what she was requesting... leave the outside world, and come here. My immediate response was, 'HELL YES'! But was it wise?

"Stella, I'm concerned about your life outside. Do you have family? Relatives who would want to visit your home? That would be difficult here! We cannot, certainly, have strangers wandering through our house." I sat back and considered. "But you certainly would have considered all that. Close your bank account? If you wish; I can certainly help you invest your money in safe investments, perhaps overseas currencies or gold. You may wish to keep your car; many of our family here attend theatre performances, concerts, movies. Or the favorite pass-time, shopping! I'm sure the mayor would be happy to know how much our staff does to stimulate the city's economy!"

I buzzed Fred to clear the dishes, and took Stella's hand. "I have a lovely day planned for us, but first a bit of fun." I sat down on a broad, deep couch, and patted the seat next to me.

"Every day, I plan to warm your bottom in one way or another, just to keep your mind on your submission. Place yourself over my lap, hands over your head to brace against the arm of the couch." She quickly took position, and my left arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her safely in place.

I began with some gentle spanks, just taps really, to get the blood flowing. Picking up speed and force, I started to work with careful precision. Sting was important, as I wanted this to be felt and remembered for a while today. Placement was too; hand-prints were fun, but a uniformly red bottom was much more beautiful... and I was shortly going to be showing her off.

Reaching behind the couch, I pulled out a solid mahogany paddle. It was an antique, from a finishing school in England. The economy had caused the school to close; I had been at the auction, early, to make some private purchases. My tawse was from there, and some of the bamboo canes. This paddle was from there as well: it had warmed the bottoms of English princesses and ladies and French countesses, even a Swedish Queen. I explained this to Stella as I paddled her, and required her to count strokes. Today it was to sting and to mark, not just for sensuous warming. The whacks were striking home solidly and with authority. And they had elicited a response from Stella I had not seen previously; they drew tears. By 25 strokes she was crying, by 40, she was sobbing deeply. I finished the 50, and required her to take her position.

"Stella! Color?"

I listen to Sir's words, and realize he's right. I still want to close out my account but investing is a good idea. As to my car, well, I didn't think about it but maybe Grace and I would enjoy going out occasionally.

I thought about his questions. I talked to my mother occasionally, but she lived a long way away and when I saw her only once or twice a year it was usually a visit to her home. My father and I were estranged, and no siblings existed. My friends outside work were all into this lifestyle (my sub friend and a dom friend).

I thought about all this as Sir pulled me towards a couch. Patting the seat beside him, he said; "I have a lovely day planned for us, but first a bit of fun. Every day, I plan to warm your bottom in one way or another, just to keep your mind on your submission. Place yourself over my lap, hands over your head to brace against the arm of the couch."

I eagerly got into position, curious about what he would do. His bare hand started in on me. I felt like yelling "harder!" but was patient and let him take me where he would. I was glad of my patience because he built his way up from the gentle swats, to firmer swats, to stinging swats, to a hard wooden paddle that had a thumpy bite to it. Each smack of the paddle, I felt to my core. It woke something within me. I felt gratitude, love, desire, sorrow, pain (of course), and wonder. It also drew tears. It felt like a catharsis. I was openly weeping when Sir stopped and had me get into the submissive position.

"Stella! Color?" He said to me with a touch of concern in his eyes.

I looked at him through the tears and managed a smile.

"Green, Sir; my love, my master. Definitely green"

Pulling her close, I hugged her to me and we snuggled a while. "Why the tears, dear one?" But she just shook her head and said, "Later, please."

After she had composed herself, I had her stand, then put hands on ankles.

"I understand the need to talk later, but YOU need to remember than refusing to answer a question has a penalty. Five strokes." The wooden paddle in my hand, I laid on five of my best, nearly pushing her back to tears.

"Get yourself cleaned up and ready to be sociable." I went back to my office area and checked the mirror; clean and neat. Firing up the Mac, I checked for empty space, and found a small suite down the main hall a ways, room 37. I let Mom know about the reassignment, and asked her to get Fred to air it out and get fresh towels and linens in there PDQ.

When Stella got out, she looked fresh and bright. I kissed her on the lips, and we walked out hand in hand to the lounge area. I gathered the twenty or so who were present around, but took second fiddle to Stella's collar. Doms and subs alike marveled at the beauty and asked questions about it, the most common as to whether the leather could get wet.

"Sure the leather can get wet: it's just a thin membrane over silver and platinum, treated with a varnish of some kind to make it waterproof." Their comments made me glad I had gotten the collar I wanted instead of what the jeweler suggested.

"Now gang, Stella here will be moving in permanently, and will have her own suite to use when she wishes, number 37. She will be joining the staff in several ways, at least some of which will be security. I'm having Mom train her about reaction times, and getting her the communications and safety implant you all have." I looked around to see smiling faces and nodding. Good.

"She MAY be available for scenes with some of you; that will be up to her first and me second... it's her body. She will NOT be available for toilet sex, scarring, or incapacitation. Hard limit; MINE." Everyone laughed.

"Socializing will be up to her, of course. I'm sure when you get to know her, you'll welcome her to the family as I have welcomed her to my heart." There was a smattering of applause, and we went down the hall to check out Stella's suite.

Fred had done nice work; all I had to do was 'key' the door to her thumb and eye so she would have privacy. She looked around, then fell to her knees in front of me.

"Master?" she asked in a small voice.

"Yes, my love?"

"Master, do I *have* to stay here? I... I hoped I could stay in your suite." She was almost crying.

"Dear, dear, don't cry! You may of course stay in my suite when I am there and not entertaining. I will rarely have a new staff member there to interview and have demonstrate their skills; your presence there would not be conducive to a good experience for either. Once they are gone, you will certainly be welcome!" I had thought she would be happy for a haven where she could have some privacy. Perhaps i was mistaken?