Day and Knight Volume III

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME III

Chapter # 7

Pete didn’t want to rush to a climax with her. But, he saw Jill’s excitement when she again gave an extra arch to her back which thrust her tits even further forward. That enticing movement gave him an idea.

A leather whip and a few strips of leather were laying close by on the coffee table. He used one of the strips around her forehead to bind her head to the pole. He then pressed a fairly small decorator pillow between her shoulder blades and the pole which had the effect of forcing her tits out even more than she could have done herself. Another strip of leather was pulled tight under her tits to press her snuggly against the post.

He wanted her to see him touch her. “Keep your eyes on me, slave, as I explore the intimacies of your body, you little slut. Don’t say anything or make a sound until I ask you a direct question.”

Her tits were firm, as he expected, and soft to his touch. Her nipples were hard and long. Her aureole was tough. The first rib under her tits was prominent, and her belly was concaved in the center of discrete, visible, ribs. The skin which was spread across the area near her belly button was tight and flared provocatively above her shaved cunt. He knew she was wet so he didn’t bother to sink his fingers into her cunt but merely touched her clit softly. She arched her hips forward and moaned in sexual tension.

“I told you not to make a sound, bitch,” he said, as he simultaneously slapped her left cheek. She winced in shock, but realized she had not really been hurt, just surprised; and even more aroused.

He was seeing things fairly clear now.

“As I see it, slut, you are pretty good at getting what you want. But, instead of being devious and scheming, you are going to have to ask for what you really want. You will need to convince me by your words and attitude that you are really sincere.

“Do you want me to be your Master; to set rules for your life? Do you want to be my sex slave and serve me with out complaint no matter how difficult or embarrassing my demands might be? Do you want me to beat you and put you in bondage for my own satisfaction and pleasure? Answer me now!”

“Yes, I do want to be your slave. I do want you to be my Master. I want to call you Master when we are together. And, I would be grateful to serve you all the time and be beaten and put in bondage if that is what would please you, Sir.”

“Damn, if all that didn’t sound like it came from her heart and was totally sincere,” he thought. “I don’t think she is faking me out sounding like that.”

He grabbed her tits; one in each hand. Even though his hands were much larger than those of an average man, his were not big enough to take hold of them entirely; they were much fuller than he could hold. He squeezed them hard and felt his libido serge and his blood began to engorge his prick.

“Your skin is soft and supple, yet your tits are very firm just the way I like ’em. They sit very high on your chest. They are really beautiful, slave, girl,” he said to her. “I always want you to give me easy access to these wonderful treasures, do you understand me, slave?”

“Yes, sir, I do understand you and it will be my pleasure to give you free access to my body in every way. That’s what I need. A strong man like you to use me and take me whenever and where ever you want.”

He ran his finger nail across her hard nipples. Then traced a line down her belly and into her cunt and pinched her clit. She swayed but didn’t make a sound. “That’s good slave! I call it ‘one trial learning.’ Obey my commands and it will save you from severe whippings.”

He decided to torment her until she told him what she needed at that moment; how she wanted his cock inside her.

On a primal level she knew what he was doing to her and she loved it without analyzing it. Her cunt ached for him, but she needed to know more about her tolerance for pain and would force him to break her.

He grabbed her tits again and lifted them high. He pinched her nipples and twisted them hard. He used his powerful hands, callused from long hours of handball, to squeeze them harshly.

“You will beg me to let you suck my cock and, you will beg me to fuck your slippery cunt, Jill. I’ll force those words from you, I swear I will, one way or another.”

He raised the whip to her lips and she shuttered. She had never been hit before and her heart was racing in reaction to his domination. She would press him further. She had some limits she subconsciously want to test.

“Beg, for me, bitch. Beg!” She stood mute and defiant. “I’ll beat your precious tits raw if you don’t beg for me, slave.”

His own reaction to the first blow was nothing like he had ever experienced. It hit her left tit solidly but with only moderate force. Her tit was so firm that it didn’t seem to move. The next snap hit her right tit with the same results. Her tit didn’t move much and her mouth didn’t move at all. He hit her again and again making each orb a delightful shade of pink.

He hit her nipples over and over; they just seemed to get harder. Then, as he continued to torment her tits, he also began to run his finger over her swollen clit. She couldn’t hide the fact that the level of her sexual energy was increasing as her cunt juice were running down her thighs.

“It won’t be long now,” he thought to himself.

And he was right. She began breathing heavily and a rapid stream of vulgarities and sincere pleadings came from her lips: her words were not the ones she might have used to get him to stop hitting her but were specific pleadings to let her suck him and to get him to fuck her long and hard. She was begging him and it was music to his ears since he had been kept waiting for so many months.

He found the key to release her from the handcuffs and he unfastened her legs from the spreader bar.

“On your knees, you slut, and suck me deep,” he commanded. “Play with your tits while you’re sucking; pull you nipples hard.” She really worked on them and seemed only too glad to run her hands over her sore tits.

“She has some oral techniques to perfect before she is skilled enough to totally satisfy me,” he told himself. But there would be time for that.

“Now slave, roll forward until your knees and cunt are on the floor. Reach backward and grab your ankles with your hands. Keep your legs spread apart. Arch your back. Raise your face toward me. Your arms should be behind your head. You have great core muscles and strength in your shoulders; use them. I’m going to take your tits and mangle them while you suck my cock.”

Her exaggerated position allowed him to press his cock deeper into her mouth and throat. And he could twist her nipple till he thought they would come off. He withdrew from her just at the right time.

“Remember, no noise now when I fuck your cunt, slave. Lay back and spread your legs wide for me. Spread your cunt lips with your hands so I can see deep inside you. Wider, slave, wider!”

When he was finished and she lay under him, he whispered, “Slave, Jill, you are one tight, hot, fuck. And you look like a Greek goddess. I just might like to use you again sometime,” he said.

They both smiled, sated and exhausted, then dozed off with their own images of what would be in store that next time.

Roger and Laurel had worked hard and had finalized the details of the contest they had agreed to produce for Brenda. They had gotten enthusiastic approval from Brenda on the specifics and Jane and Susan had signed off on the contest consent agreement.

Susan and Brenda were both determined to win the contest and the tension between them was increasing. The concept of the contest was having it’s impact already. Brenda was being serviced by both girls with a zeal not previously seen. Susan saw the change of events as a sign that she meant a great deal to Brenda which was of course true.

According to the plan that Roger and Laurel had developed, the contest would consist of five events. The girl who won three events first would be declared the winner. The girls would be told the nature of each event and just enough of the criteria the judges would use in scoring to keep them motivated. They would not be told the results of each event until the contest was concluded, much like a boxing match. Brenda would secretly observe the action but would not have a vote.

The first event of the contest was to be a written essay. Each girl was to describe what form of discipline was the most erotic for them; and then describe their idea of an act or activity which they felt the looser of the concluded contest should endure. The judges for the event would be Marilyn and Jack Walsh and Tony’s girlfriend, Terri. They would vote on the quality of each essay using a subjective ten point scale, the slave with the highest combined total score would be the winner of the event.

The second event would be held on the stage of Roget’s Musical Review on consecutive Mondays just like Patti’s earlier performance. Each girl would be expected to service the other sexually. Judging would done from seats on the lounge floor by the same judges as in the first event. Jane would service Susan on the first of the two Mondays and the roles would be reversed the following week. The girl who was doing the servicing would have to comply with the orders given by the other during the entire event.

The third event would also be held at the club. Both girls would be naked in heels, blindfolded and gagged. Roger was to bind the girls arms behind them at the elbow and wrist.

Laurel was to attach small, jaw-like, clamps to Susan’s nipples while Roger would do the same for Jane. The clamps were to have knob devices to allow the jaws to be tightened down into the nipple with each turn of the knob. The screws were to be calibrated so they could be adjusted equally.

Lead fishing sinkers of equal weight would be added to each clamp in ten minute increments. The screws would be tightened one half turn half way through the ten minute period.

The girls could stop the event for themselves by dropping a red scarf which would be held in their bound hands. The contest would go on until the last girl dropped her scarf. The winner would be the one who held their scarf the longest. The judges, Laurel and Roger, would add up to two one minute bonus points for continued erotic form and poise during the painful event.

The winner would never know how much torment their nipples endured after the looser gave in. Roger and Jane not only would turn the clamps and add the weights but would encourage the girls during their ordeal and apply healing salve at the conclusion of the event.

The forth event would be similar to the third one but would be held at a sound studio which Roger was able to rent on a private basis. Each girl would be alone in a separate sound booth, blindfolded, and stretched wide and tight to a heavy wooden X frame. Each would be whipped on their ass and upper legs until they dropped a red scarf which they would hold in their bound, right hand.

Roger and Laurel would take turns wielding the thin crop on each girl alternating sound booths after each tenth stroke. The winner would be determined on the same basis as event three, except that there would be no bonus points. The girls were expected to endure their caning with as much stoicism as possible but they were told they could yell and scream if they felt the need to do that.

As with event number three, the winner would never know how much additional punishment they endured after the looser dropped her scarf. She would never know how much more than her rival she had suffered in her quest for Brenda’s exclusive affection.

If the score was tied after four events, the fifth and concluding event would be the same as event four, except that the girls would be stretched on their back with their cunt fully exposed. Roger and Laurel would whip each girl with a thin, flat, leather whip directly on their soft, freshly shaven, cunt lips. Everyone knew that if it came to this rather tortuous event, the girls would be in serious pain by the end of the session.

All of the invited judges eagerly agreed to participate.

The girls were given one final chance to back out and neither did. They were given three days to submit their final document as prescribed in the rules for event number one.

The end of “Day and Knight Volume III” Chapter # 7