Though completely confused and more than a little intimidated, Kelli dropped into her kneeling, submissive position as soon as they entered the house. They had paused in a small laundry room. To the right was a spotless white kitchen; to the left a well-kept family room, with all the vertical blinds closed, so that the only illumination came from the light leaking around the edges. With her head bowed, all she could see of their host was his beefy hands, which twitched occasionally as he spoke. He wore jeans but no shoes or socks, which to her seemed like a casualness that was out of place in a house that was so tidy. Not a single item appeared to be out of place.

"And this is your slave slut?" the man asked, as naturally as one would ask about the weather.

She kept her head stiffly bowed as Jack answered, "Yes. This is my slave. But I haven't come up with a good name for her, so I just call her 'slut.' She's come a long way since we started, Al, and I have you to thank for that."

"She looks more delicious in person than on the screen," Al answered with a chuckle. "Let's head into the family room and we'll get a better look at her."

Jack snapped the chain, and Kelli took that to mean that she should crawl down the steps into the family room. The two men took their places in adjoining leather chairs, while she knelt in her submissive position on a padded coffee table in front of them. Al reached across to the wall and flipped a switch, and suddenly Kelli was awash in a cone of light from a spotlight right above the table.

Jack began to hand the leash to the man, but Al stopped him. "Never hand over your property to another man unless it's an even exchange. And as you can see, I've no one in my stable at the moment. I would be happy if you simply relayed my requests to her, as she should only take orders from you. Now, let's see what this little dish has to offer."

At Jack's direction, she stood on the table and slowly twirled around, feeling as though Al's gaze was penetrating her flimsy lingerie. Not that he would need to use his imagination, she remembered. He'd surely seen all of her in the pictures Jack had evidently sent to him. She wondered how much Jack had shared with this stranger. And how many more people were in on their secret?

She had to stow her curiousity, though, when Jack had her kneel back in front of their host. At Al's suggestion, she pulled her lacy bra up, revealing her bare breasts and rapidly hardening nipples. Despite her trepidation she was becoming quite aroused. She didn't know what would happen, and performing for a stranger added an exciting element of danger. She couldn't help but flashback to her performance in the sex club, and the times that Jack had banged her in front of those college kids at the cottage. She shifted her legs instinctively; she was becoming quite wet, and she worried that the thin fabric would soon give that away.

"Ah, patience, pet," Al said to her, as if reading her mind. "You will soon have the chance to perform as a little slut should. You will soon be performing the only task a woman need perform: to please a man sexually."

She'd become almost inurred to such talk from Jack. It was almost a way of girding himself for battle. But the idea of servitude, coming from this man, made her blood run cold.

Abruptly, Al got up and headed for the stairs, motioning for the two of them to follow. It was pitch black at the bottom of the stairs, though Kelli could hear the two men moving about. Suddenly she felt a hand roughly squeeze her breast, while a pair of fingers quickly found their way into her pussy. It wasn't Jack's hand, of that she was sure. But was it Al's, or some unknown man's? The incursion lasted only seconds, just long enough to leave her feeling violated and vulnerable. What kind of hell had Jack led her into?

The fingers left her and a moment later the lights flickered on, revealing Al to be some distance away. Only her husband stood near. Had she been mistaken? Her questions left her as she stood and gazed at the basement room. It was a very elaborately equipped dungeon! She'd never seen one in person; only in the background of Internet bondage pictures. On one wall hung a variety of whips, crops, paddles, floggers, ropes, chains and other paraphernalia she couldn't begin to identify. Another wall was a full-length mirror. The third wall was completely unfinished, a stud frame filled with hooks, pulleys and cross frames. Various ropes hung from hooks in the ceiling, and two four-poster tables sat in the middle of the room, along with two saw horses and a variety of odd-looking contraptions. Ominously, two cameras were poised on tripods next to one of the tables. An expensive-looking video camera, with wires that ran to another small room was pointed at the well-lit table already. And a still digital camera sat waiting next to it.

Kelli could feel the two men watching her as she took it all in, then wondered why they hadn't given her an order. Then it hit her. She dropped to her knees like a rock, quickly assuming the position of subservience.

"About time," her husband remarked dryly. "Any longer and you wouldn't be able to sit for a week. Even so, you're going to wish you'd been more observant."

She tried to make herself look as repentant as possible, knowing that she fought a losing battle. They didn't need an excuse to punish her. They had the power to do that anytime they wanted. She'd given it to them.

"You can watch the preparations if you want, my sweet," Al called out to her, as she endeavored to study the carpeting in front of her knees. "I'm sure you'll find it personally interesting."

She looked up to see him switch on a video monitor she'd overlooked earlier. He swung the camera around to point it at her, and she immediately appeared on the monitor, kneeling submissively in her lingerie with her tits hanging out. The camera was so good, she could even make out the hard nubs of her nipples.

"Now to go public." With that, Al disappeared into the room where all the cables led, while Jack stepped around to the camera and zoomed it in until her right breast completely filled the screen, her swollen nipple now as big as a baseball. Suddenly, the image was replaced with an Internet site, which rapidly changed from screen to screen to screen. Finally her breast reappeared on the screen, with a gray area below it marked only by a flashing cursor. It hit her then. This was being broadcast over the web! Live! But to how many people? And who?

She looked pleadingly at Jack, but he refused to meet her gaze. She knew better than to speak out. It would embarrass him in front of his friend. Or mentor. Or whatever Al was to him. And that would make him even more likely to allow Al to do whatever he wanted. And it was clear that Al had a much kinkier mind than Jack.

"Nice open, that one," Al remarked as he came back into the dungeon. "That tit shot will keep 'em wondering, wondering whether the rest of the bod is as firm as that nice tit. We might get another ten percent veiwership from just that open. Good job, Jack."

They were broadcasting it! And charging for it, too!

Al had seen her look. "Don't worry about it, sweet thing. You've got other things to worry about, besides who's watching what. Jack's got a debt to pay off, and you're going to help. You should be happy you can do that. Just obey. React naturally. And everything will fall into place. Speaking of which, I'll man the camera while Jack gets you into place. The red light shows we're on the air with video. The blue light shows when audio is going out. And we'll reply with this wireless keyboard when we need to. And now we pull out to show the rest of our dish for the evening And, let's get you strapped down on the oak table for a little fun!"