Afternoon Delight
Copyright 2000
by Master_G
Part II
Chapter 1

As I started my car and began to work my way into the nightmare of Dallas traffic at rush hour, I found myself at a dead stop far more often that I would have liked. With nothing to do I found my thoughts turning back to the events of the past few hours. Both subs were very precious to me and the experience of having them both in my bonds even for a few hours was incredible. Funny how the mind works, little details of this afternoon’s adventure kept coming back to me.

The sights and sounds and smells of what had happened kept replaying in my mind at odd times. My erection seldom left me the entire trip home. At home that night while working about the house, my mind began to work in different directions. Would I hear from them again? Had I made a mistake?

All of the tiny little things I may have done wrong came back to haunt me. I unloaded the car and took out the floggers to clean them. The scent of both of them escaped from the bag as I unzipped it that night. Ripened by the sun and heat of the car they mingled together and taunted me as I took the bag into the house that night.

Yes a Dom makes mistakes and each and every one haunts him. Although I could find no gross errors in my performance this afternoon I did take it upon myself to practice again with the flogger. My backhand during the figure eight stroke was pitiful!

I set up a practice post in the garage, a 2X4 clamped to anything handy and practiced awhile to get my rhythm. Then post-it notes were added to the lumber about ass high and two hand widths apart. The intent is to land the strokes in the area between the post-it notes and not cause them to fall.

My efforts that afternoon were not that great and I spent as much time putting the sticky things back on the lumber as I practiced. When the post-it notes would not stick anymore from the dirt of the garage floor I called it a work out. I had shucked the tee shirt at the start of this and now I was hot and sweaty. The sweat was running down my back and chest and was being wicked by my shorts. My arms were dripping sweat in places and the practice flogger was slipping out of my hand.

As I slipped into the house the cool of the air conditioning washed over me and I breathed a sigh of contentment. Its amazing how good that feels after a brief time in the Texas heat. The rapid change causes problems also and soon my right elbow began to ache. Oh well, "Floggers Elbow" is the curse of Dom’s everywhere and I am not the first to suffer from it. A long shower and a change of clothes made everything right with the world again.

The leather flogger was cleaned with saddle soap and the nylon rope flogger tails were soaked briefly in bleach water then both were set out to dry. Normally I enjoy this time, taking care of my leather and equipment, this time it was just a chore to do and I did it with a minimum of effort.

My mind again turned over the events of this afternoon while I was cleaning my gear. One immutable fact hit me. Neither had used their safeword!

With that happy thought I cleaned the rest of my equipment and but the plastic items in safe-suds to soak and while I was at it everything else was cleaned as well. I went through my bag and smiled as the second collar and other items I had doubled up on for this afternoon were removed. If nothing else this little adventure had left me better equipped than before.

I did make a mental note to add some additional items to the bag. I was running low on things like the "Icy-Hot" and the "Climax" lubricant I prefer. The ginger/peppermint oil I like to use at times was missing as well. I could see that this weekend shopping was going too busier than usual. The lube had to purchased from a specialty shop on lower Greenville Ave, and the peppermint oil at Whole Foods. Both places a considerable distance from the house.

I logged on to my Internet account about 7:30 with a bit of trepidation. I really was expecting a note from one or both of them. What might happen was still very much up in the air in my mind.

Beside the usual get rich quick "Spam" mail there was a note from both of them. Carrie note briefly said she had enjoyed the adventure, and thanked me for making some of most cherished fantasies come to life. She further related that never had she had such an orgasm and was looking forward to further training.

Kathy’s note was longer and more detailed. She had told her master everything, not missing one detail and he had replied and approved of everything. He envied me my cyber sub a little from what she had related. She thanked me also for my time and went on to finish that she would be eating dinner tonight standing up at the kitchen counter as her bottom was too sore to sit on at the moment, and---she loved it.

After closing Kathy’s note, I breathed a lot easier. Regardless of what they had said or believed, the first real-time experience can range from overwhelming to disappointing. I had tried very hard to limit their real time experience to things I knew would enjoy, or had deep fantasies about. Even there I had been careful. The reality of experiencing a fantasy can some time be very disappointing. The romance of slavery disappears after a bad experience. I had made sure that all of the episodes had ended in pleasurable experience.

I did reply privately to both of them and lavishly praised my sub. I complimented Kathy highly as well as sending a note to her master, complimenting him on his choice of subs and her training and a few words of praise for her.

Whatever may lie in store for a future meeting, I made sure that Kathy’s Master knew his efforts and time were appreciated. I still had a nagging feeling that something had gone wrong between them. It could be no more than he had given Kathy a punishment for something she felt she did not deserve. Considering that Kathy had a playful mischievous streak in her, I rather suspected that this was the case. A misspoke word, or assignment left uncompleted is all it takes sometimes.

I did catch them both on that night and chatted with them for a little while. I was assured after conversations with both of them that they were happy and contented. Kathy privately admitted to me she was sitting on pillow and there was a little bruising. The small discomfort she was feeling was a just a little reminder of the day’s activities and she was sure she would be fine in a day or so.

Carrie could only chat briefly because of family duties but was very happy with what had happened. She left quickly but assured me that things were fine and looked forward to continued training.

Chapter 2

The next few days and the weekend passed quickly. I got back to my testing and sent in a very longwinded report on the software. It worked with just a couple of problems. Nothing that was a "show stopper" so I continued my work on it. The fixes on the problems came back in record time and the software went to the field for a testing period of time on a couple of isolated nodes.

Kathy was over her soreness in just a couple of days and admitted she had enjoyed every twinge. Just the act of sitting down and feeling the little soreness had been making her wet. Regardless of her irreverent attitude however something was wrong. Nothing I could put my finger on and it worried me. I talked to Carrie about this in confidence and she only reveled to me that Kathy’s master had been short and cool to her the past few days. I understood this as we all get busy and wrote it off to Kathy being "High Maintenance". She just seemed to want or need a lot of attention.

Again in our chats, I detected a tenseness I had not seen before. Since she was not my sub I developed a "Hands Off" attitude about this. I was sure she would work out whatever it was. Again, because of her situation at home, this dual lifestyle is hard to maintain without it causing some difficulties. I was at a loss as to what to do to help, or even if she wanted or needed help or advice.

Carries training finished shortly after that. There really was nothing more I could for her in a cyber context. She was answering questions now and pointing to other references I had not guided her too yet. More to the point, I had pointed her to a reference on how to get her husband to Dom her and it was working.

Her questions now revolved around other things she could do to help him explore this. In all she was very happy with what was happening on her home front and I was preparing her as best I could for the inevitable time when she must leave this artificial womb of care and safety I had created for her. I think she knew this as well and I think we were both trying to find a graceful way to call an end to it. Our dual life’s both chugged on with very few additional problems.

A few days later, While I was talking to Carrie, I had noticed Kathy on but she had made no effort to talk to me other than say hello then went quite. Carrie asked permission to be excused and I closed all the chat windows and went back to work.

A few minutes later Carries window popped back on with the rather terse message "Master, Please talk to Kathy"

I immediately opened a chat to her with "What’s wrong Pet" and then it all began to pour out. For 30 minutes I watched pain, anguish and disillusionment pour across my screen. Her Master had found another sub with out so much as bothering to tell Kathy. He had let it slip one night and then the trouble had begun. This had been going on for some weeks and now he was drawing her into this and having her help him train the new sub. Only hearing one side of this I could see that things had not been going well for any of them. When Kathy just had to speak up on some of the points he was making, she had been shunned and punished. It was becoming clear that there was no middle ground.

After a very long pause there came a message across my screen, "I’m going to ask for release today" then she disappeared. I did not see her for several days after that. She was talking to Carrie and she was passing me some items as they happened. She had asked for and been granted release and she was very unhappy about how things had turned out. Carrie made a very good point one night that Kathy would not be happy until collared again. I had to agree with her estimate of this.

Over the next few weeks, Carrie brought this up several times. Being the thickheaded Dom that I was I completely missed the point she was trying to make. Kathy had started popping back on and off again but never for long and it was Carrie who brought us all together in a chat room.

She stated that she knew the time for her release was near. What she wanted was this, prior to asking for her release, she wanted us all to have lunch again. She would give me back the collar of consideration and collar of training and she wanted me to offer the collar of consideration to Kathy and finish her training.

I must say she had set this all up rather well, she had been talking to Kathy about it and had brought her around to this line of reasoning. Kathy was agreeable to this and it would fill a void in her life, even if it were temporary. How it was possible to be so neatly trapped and ensnared in a chat room was beyond me, but before I had ended the chat that day I had agreed to this. In the cold light of reason later, I realized just how adroitly they had done it.

That’s the problem with an engineer’s mind. It works in a linear fashion the way it was trained. It does not work to well when lead down too many paths with too many variables. When it hits a branch in the equation, it will quickly choose the path of least resistance. This will be solved and then the other branch explored. I was too busy solving the equation to consider that I was being lead down a path with only solution they had previously agreed to. Just as I knew my slaves, they knew their master. I had to admire the way they had done it and chuckled over it the next several days.

The next few days were interesting. We had made arrangements for lunch where this would happen. With Kathy’s collaring on the horizon, she had become a bit more subdued than before. Not much but when I gave instructions now, I got a crisp "Yes Sir" rather then her flip, shoot from the hip answers. She seemed much happier now than she had, and Kathy’s irrepressible personality was coming back into full bloom.

Lunch happened a few days later, When we were all shown to a booth. I made sure that both the subs were sitting together opposite me. Kathy was against sitting next to the wall. After lunch orders were taken, I took a good look at Kathy. If I were to judge things, I would say that Kathy was nervous and Carrie was glowing.

When we finally got a moments peace from waiters and bus boy’s, I talked to Kathy about what to expect, and what I would demand an so on. I asked Carrie If I had missed anything and all that she did was shake that coal black head of hers no as she had a mouthful of a lunch Chicken Caesar salad. In the end she accepted my conditions and limits and Carrie removed the necklace that served as her collar of consideration and place it around Kathy’s neck and closed it. This effectively made Kathy the junior sub and Carrie her mistress. When Carrie and I got to a good breaking point in eating lunch, I called her over to me. I whispered a few instructions into her ear and she sat back down with a big smile on her face.

After the dishes were swept away I asked if anyone wanted dessert. I ordered a piece of carrot cake. This was just to have the pretense of keeping the booth awhile longer. Both of them declined and then I nodded at Carrie and she in turn leaned over to Kathy and whispered a few words into her ear. Her face froze for a few seconds then a smile crossed her face. When she looked at me I just nodded my head yes. Then she appeared to fidget in the booth a bit. Since Kathy had enjoyed making my sub cum when they had that lunch last time, I figured that turn about was fair play. The fidgeting was her pulling her dress up to the waist and spreading her legs wide open.

Carrie this time took the lead and was soon caressing Kathy. Watching her face change from delight to arousal was interesting. Sooner than it take to tell she was very close to orgasm. Carrie and I were chatting back and forth across the table. While not ignoring Kathy, she was in no shape to make conversation. She looked at me across the table with a pleading look and finally breathed out the word "Please" and I replied with a Yes.

The result this time was intense. Her eyes rolled up and her whole body fell against the wall and her breath came in great pants. Once the orgasm started I stilled Carries hand. We watched as the orgasm rolled over Kathy. For a full three minutes by my watch Kathy continued to ride out the wave after wave of pleasure, At five minutes she was back with us and smiling and talking. Her little trip to sub space had drained her but she was OK. We finished our little lunch that day and I sent them on their way. All of us knew changes were on the horizon.

Chapter 3

When I spoke to Carrie later that week, I did ask her if she wanted release. She circled the subject a couple of times and finally said yes. Her husband was giving her what she seemed to need and her life was complicated enough as it was. She thanked me lavishly for all the time and effort I had spent on her but what it came down to was she really wanted her release, and she hope she would be to contact me later if she needed answers to questions or just needed to talk about things.

I assured her I would and I would be available if she ever needed any help and then I released her. I did tell her to put the training collar in the mail. It was a bittersweet moment for both of us I think. You can’t spend months talking to someone and helping and teaching without it pulling at the heartstrings a little. She had grown beyond what I could give her but still, the moment they leave the nest is always a little sad. She did make one interesting request I thought odd at the moment but then it made sense. She did say she would continue to talk to Kathy and she intended to stay her Mistress if I would agree to that. Her parting statement that she wanted just a bit of leverage on Kathy made me chuckle. Evidently she wanted the upper hand if Kathy started her teasing again.

I signed off with her that day with the feeling that she would indeed be popping back in my life from time to time. I then began to send the lessons I had previously composed to Kathy in a slow measure fashion. Frankly what I was sending her was redundant, as "Previous Management" had done a good job. He just failed her in other places.

Kathy seemed much happier than she had before and was keeping her journal as instructed. She did make some good points as time passed and I augmented or modified some of my lessons as time past. Her explorations had taken her places I had not been on the Internet and had found several good references on a number of things. She was sending me information now of an instructional nature.

One place I was able to take Kathy that I was not able too with Carrie was release training. In this training the sub is first taught not to orgasm until a verbal command is given. Then if the aptitude is there, she can be taught to orgasm simply on a verbal command. Kathy’s desires and feelings ran deep. I was sure I could achieve "release on command" with her.

I was surprised at her aptitude on this. You start usually by give her a word or phrase to release on. The over time she is brought close to orgasm, then she may not orgasm until she hears that trigger word. Eventually hearing the trigger word or phrase will allow her to have orgasm. I had been working with her on this and just a few days later when I had her on the phone I told her to close her eyes and think deeply about her submissiveness. When she was in subspace I told her to cum, and to her and my surprise she did with no external stimulus other than my voice! She had never been able to do that she said in all of her previous experience.

Again I praised her and her natural abilities. Over the next few days I reinforced this and she was able to release on command again and again. This ability is very rare and hard to achieve and again I was very proud of her. She blossomed over the few days and would ask at odd times for me to give her the command. Sometimes I did immediately, sometimes not. But in the end her ability orgasm on command was now a part of her submissive nature and at times she craved it.

I did get an odd request from her about this time, she wanted me to have lunch with her and the Domme who had taken her to Fourth Friday. Her name was Joan and at this time had a full time male submissive in residence at her home. I agreed and we set a date for that coming Friday at a family restaurant about midway between us. With the time and place set, I wondered what this meeting was really all about.

We met in the parking lot that Friday, and I must admit I was impress with Joan. She was in her late 40’s, had short immaculately styled blond hair in a loose easy care style and lovely face. Her body that appeared to sculpted from frequent workouts at the gym. She was wearing a loose floral print jumper that day that hid a great deal and she struck me as very pretty in her own way. I could see her in different clothing, a flogger in hand giving instructions and the aura of her just stated in unspoken terms "I will be obeyed".

It is not that unusual when to Dom’s or Domme’s meet for them to size each other up. This happened as I walked up to them. It perhaps took a second and we gave each other passing marks. I shook her hand then I grabbed Kathy’s hair and pulled her head back and kissed her. For five long seconds did I keep up that kiss and did not break it until I felt her mouth yield to mine. When I broke it and let her go, Joan was smiling.

Kathy was looking at me with wide eyes, but Joan just kept smiling and nodded to me then we went into the restaurant and I made the request for a table. After we were shown to a discrete corner of the restaurant and drink orders take, we began to look at the menu with the usual side conversation’s going on. Kathy’s comments were limited to "Yes Sir" and "Yes Ma’am". After a few moments I began to realize her discomfort was very real.

When I finally looked at Kathy and asked what was wrong she replied with "I feel like I should be kneeling". Then she put her head down and smiled. Placed as she was between the two of us I could understand. She was nervous to begin with and now she was sitting in between two Dom/me’s. I looked at Joan and she was looking at Kathy with a look of concern so I stated that I think we should dispense with any protocol for the remainder of the meal. She looked between us for a second then agreed. With that Kathy gave a small shudder of relief then thanked both of us.

With that out of the way, everyone turned their attention to the Menu and the tension that had been at the table seemed to evaporate. Kathy had been constantly wetting her lips and now picked up her glass of water and drained it in one long swallow. I think she had been waiting for one of us to get a sip of water first before she picked up her glass. A slave seldom eats or drinks before her Master/Mistress. Now that we had said there would be no protocol for this meeting she knew she was to act in a normal, plain vanilla fashion.

We all placed orders for a light lunch that day, and the drinks showed up followed a few minutes later by the lunch salads. As were munching our way through the Salads, Kathy got around to bringing up the subject of this meeting. She wanted to scene with Joan. Her family situation prohibited making time with me, but "shopping" or a "Ladies Night Out" with a girl friend would cause no problems.

Joan then took over the conversation and explained what would happen. She would stay within my limits and follow any thing I wanted her trained in or that she could help with. I suggested a few things then mentioned her release training. This was a subject Joan did want my input on and how was it progressing. My response to this was a smile and then I took Kathy’s hand and suggested that she take the other.

She looked quizzically at me but did so. With a Dom/me on either side of her holding her hand she gave the most delicious little shiver. With my free had I took a crouton from Kathy’s salad and popped it in her mouth and told her not to chew it and to remain quite. I then took Kathy’s chin and raised her head and eyes to meet mine. While I was looking deeply into her eyes, I mouthed the word CUM.

Her response was immediate, the eyes rolled back in her head and you could see a thousand synapses discharging. I had taken the precaution of each of us holding a hand or else she might have slipped from her chair to the floor. The crouton and command were doing their job and other than a small moan that only Joan and I heard, she made no noise. It was perhaps a minute before Kathy began to emerge from subspace and was able to hold herself erect at the table. Then she looked between the two of us and blushed from the hairline down.

I whispered into ear to continue to eat then turned to Joan. She looked at me with a look of satisfaction and approval. "She has come a long way since the last time I saw her" she finally said.

"Yes she has, but one thing I never want her to lose is the fine edge of her submission I have brought her too. If you can help her further that’s all I can ask" was my reply. She turned and looked at Kathy and took a very long moment to consider what she had witnessed. She smiled and nodded at this requirement. I can only say that I was very proud of Kathy and what she had accomplished over the past few weeks. I took the hand I was holding and lifted it and placed it in Joan’s hands. The symbolism was not lost on Kathy. I had placed her in Joan’s care now it was up to them. "You must care for her as if she was yours, Videotape the scene if you can, Kathy will get the tape to me." Then I went back to my salad.

It was interesting to watch the two of them interact. Now that I had blessed a scene between the two of them, Joan never released her hand. Kathy eyes never lifted her eyes or left her food the entire time the entire time she was eating. The blush faded but was still there as well as a smile. I paid the check and left shortly after that. Joan was still holding Kathy’s hand when I left. She had never let it go since I had placed it there.

Chapter 4

The next few days were filled with chats on the computer. Most chats were pointed towards Saturday and her upcoming "Shopping Trip" with Joan. Arrangements had been completed and it looked like the two of them would have a delightful afternoon as well. It looked like work was going to intrude on me making this scene so I was hoping for a very detailed mail from Kathy.

Saturday came and as anticipated a problem in the field caused the whole staff to be called in at work. I did manage a quick chat with her from work and she was very excited and nervous yet looking forward to her time with Joan.

I did not see a mail from Kathy that day but in all honesty I really did not expect one until Monday. If she had a long scene with Joan she would have been exhausted by the time she got home. Then would have had to get caught up on home chores and deal with husband and kids. She would be lucky if she got to bed even an hour early. I was hoping she would have had time to take a long hot bath to soak out some of the inevitable muscle strain attendant with this. But given her home situation I had my doubts. I had left work that day about 10 PM exhausted myself. I gave no further thought to what might have happened as the sweet bliss of slumber called to me like a siren song.

As suspected I did not hear from her until early Monday morning and it was a brief chat. It was a request for a meeting between us. She had picked a super market parking lot about midway between us. She said she had something to deliver to me personally. I quickly agreed to this as curiosity had gotten the better of me. We made the arrangements to meet at lunchtime and then both of us had to get to work. The aftermath of the problem I had over the weekend was catching up with me and stayed busy all morning. I slipped out at lunchtime with a smile on my face and questions in my mind as to what this was really about.

I got to the market without any problem and circled it once before I spotted her car in the furthest most abandoned corner. I pulled into the slot next to her and she left her car and entered mine. She put her purse on the floor of my car. As soon as she got in she waited, head down and hands folded in her lap holding her purse. I took me a few seconds but I recognized this as a "waiting" position that some Dom/me’s teach their subs. This position is usually maintained until summoned to serve. This was only one variation of it. There are several and usually the sub is nude and kneeling but regardless the humility of it obvious. I could see now that her time with Joan was not wasted and she had returned my sub to me with "Value Added" training. I could only wonder as to what else she had taught her.

"To my lips slave" was my only command and with that she broke her position and her body melted into mine despite the cramped quarters of my car. Her lips were warm and wet and I felt her yield as she entered my arms that afternoon. When I felt her body shudder against mine I let my hand trail down her belly to the hem of her skirt and then grabbed it and threw it back. Her sex was bare and panty less and the when my finger penetrated her core she was hot and wet. She seemed like a firecracker on the verge of going off.

I knew the look of a slave who wanted to cum but I said nothing. I would wait and see what happened. If anything I felt her body snuggle into mine closer and her legs opened wider to give me easier access. I found the clit and began to manipulate it. The car filled with the scent of aroused slave and her breath was now in short pants. Moments later she began to beg for permission to cum. Only because I knew we were both short on time did I grant this request and held her tight as the spasm of a submitted slave wrack her body. I waited and held her until it was over. When she seemed to back to the present I let her go and helped her settle her clothes about her body.

"Now my lovely slave, what is it that you had to deliver to me personally" I finally asked. She reached down to retrieve her purse and pulled from it a videocassette. Keeping her head down and hands together as though bound she put this in my hands. "I was instructed by Mistress Joan to put this only in you hands and deliver it to you with her respects and to give a message to you". I looked at the cassette that was only identified by a date on the label and smiled. The date was the proceeding Saturday so I knew what it might contain. "And the message?" I asked. With that she spoke slowly. I had the feeling that she had been forced to memorize this message and she was taking her time to get it correct. "Master G, you have done well and I was impressed with her abilities. You will find your slave improved. You have missed her readiness of several things. Thank you for allowing me to scene with her." After she delivered this message, only then did she let go of the tape.

I looked at the videocassette knowing what must be on it. She looked at her watch and humbly stated that she must leave and I granted her request. I watched as she went to her car on shaky legs. I stayed a minute or so and rearrange my car. I watched enter her car then begin to touch up and repair her make up and hair in her car using the rear view mirror. Some how in the past few minutes it had gotten mussed up then she started her car and left

Chapter 5

When I got back to work that day the videocassette went with me and it was carefully stored in the lap top bag. I was not taking the chance of the summer heat degrading it. That night I prepared to watch that tape like a football fanatic prepares for the super bowl. I had prepared some snacks and drink and put them in easy reach on a table (the true mark of a bachelor, all the chairs had a table at the right elbow) and even went as far as getting some window cleaner and cleaning the TV screen.

As I started the tape I chuckled at myself, I was seeing a home video and somehow I think I expected a full-blown professional production. It’s funny how TV can spoil you. After watching a minute or so of things wobbling as some one tried to attach the camera to a tripod the picture steadied down to a view of a bedroom. Then I was listening to a male voice in the background gripe, as the camera would not cooperate with his desires. The picture faded out only to reappear after a brief burst of static to show a door. The male voice I was hearing was Joan’s sub and now the camera was locked in one place and recording what he was doing.

There was a few minutes of him tidying up the bedroom and he was dressed only a in loin cloth. Joan appeared a time or two giving him instructions. The first time she was on camera she was in street clothes. The next time she showed up on camera she was in fetish attire, she was wearing a leather halter, leather hot pants and thigh high boots, all in black. She was holding a flogger in one hand and pointing with it directing her sub. I will have to admit that the change of clothes and seeing her in a more revealing costume helped me see her in a different light.

The Domme outfit revealed a trim figure with a larger bust than had showed in street clothes. In her words she had "bought and paid for those puppies" Her face and hair this time had been changed from the previous meeting and she had a harder more austere look than before. Her hair was normally worn in a short easy care style, but today it was parted and had a slicked look like she had just stepped out of the shower and had been brushed down to hug her scalp. Her makeup had been crafted to give her a harder look also. Rather than the soft look she had when I last saw her, her lipstick was in a darker deeper shade and her face showed high well-defined cheeks her eyes seemed larger and harder by the careful application of a darker shade of eye shadow and eyeliner.

Her sub at this point was rapidly fixing things in the bedroom and carrying out her with command’s efficiency. Part of the bed was in view and he was laying out items at his mistress’s instructions. I saw a cloth belt with a large ring buckle laid out straight on the bed, then a series of floggers, nipple clamps and cuffs. From what I could see of my limited view ropes were being added to the corners of the bed and laid out to the center of the bed. Whatever was about to happen she was in for a long and involved scene.

The camera was put on pause and the next thing was the male sub led in on a leash. He was wearing the loincloth but that was quickly removed by his mistress and when he did not get erect soon enough for his mistress, a cock whip was applied to that area. He was soon quite erect and I noticed his mistress checking his condition by squeezing its length. After praising him and petting him a little he was set to kneel by the door with legs wide open and hands behind his head.

Kathy was led in next on a leash. Although the little microphone on the camera gave the conversation a tinny sound, Joan was asking the same kinds of questions I would. Did she know what was about to happen, would she obey and would she agree to this. What were her safeword and so on. She gave her every chance to leave but Kathy agreed to this and the video taping.

I had to admire the way she did this. The conversation was gentle and unassuming, a conversation between friends but the undertones of tension were there so you knew things were about to change. One thing I did know from my conversations with Joan was that she had limited experience with female subs and she was a little nervous about this also.

After this conversation was over and they had both agreed to what was about to happen, Joan’s features hardened again and Kathy was ordered to strip and kneel. Kathy’s dress bra and panties were very quickly discarded and formed a puddle of cotton and silk on the floor. Next Joan took her crop and lifted her chin then had her assume the same position as her male sub. When she was happy with her position she instructed her male sub the check her body with his tongue.

The male sub whose name was Bob, seemed quite happy to have his mistresses attention again and leapt into action. He quickly checked Kathy’s crotch and underarms using only his tongue then began to check her legs. Never during this entire episode did he touch Kathy with any other part of his anatomy or rise from his knees or lose his erection. I had to admit that his mistress had trained him well. After he was done he crawled to his mistress to make his report. Although this conversation was in very low tones and it did not pick up well on the mike, Joan’s smile told me that she had passed this little test. Simply put if she give an instruction she expects it to be followed. I was sure that at that point that Kathy had been told to present herself today freshly and carefully shaven.

I saw Joan kiss bob and then give him a few instructions. He crawled to the bed and retrieved the cloth belt with the buckle in his mouth and returned it to his mistress. I fully expected the cloth belt to be used on Kathy as some sort of introductory whipping but she began to tie a knot in the end of that belt. Over and over she tied a knot until the result was a large mass of knot about the size of a small ball. The resulting knot was thrown over the top of the door then the door was closed.

As soon as the door was closed, the ring buckle was visible. She reached up and grabbed the ring with one finger and pulled it to her. The knot she had tied was on the other side of the door now and acted as a stopper knot. When she pulled out all the slack she tugged it hard a time or two. When it did not budge she faced the slaves kneeling on the floor and again called her male sub to her. Again I saw him crawl to the bed and retrieve several items for his mistress. Cuffs of black leather for ankles and wrists were laid one at a time in front of Kathy. At a sharp command from Joan he began to attach these to Kathy. A small connecting chain was then retrieved and attached to the right wrist cuff.

After another little conversation where Joan made sure Kathy knew the safeword, she was stood up. Her hands placed over head and attached to the belt that went over the top of the door. As initially fastened she was facing the camera with her butt against the door. As this happened it was obvious to see that Kathy was in a high state of sexual excitement. The nipples hardened and as she tried to adjust to her position you could see a reflection of moisture on her thighs. The Male sub was doing all the work of getting Kathy in bondage and you could see his erection had never left. In fact it was getting in the way. In places it was slapping up against Kathy and making rather obscene sounds.

Joan came back into view and began to check Kathy and run her hands lightly over her body checking her condition and readiness. They lingered over the nipples a few seconds and then went further down checking the condition of her crotch, I watched her hand worm its way there for a few seconds then she brought her hand to he nose and inhaled deeply. With only a comment of "So sweet" that was said in a long drawn out fashion she then smiled at Kathy. She took her hand to Kathy’s mouth at the point and stuck her fingers into her mouth with the command of "Lick and clean".

Kathy did this and soon was working very hard to remove any trace of her arousal from Joan’s fingers. In this way Kathy was also forced to accept the consequences of her submission to Joan. I was sure it was a little humbling for her to have to taste her own lubrication on another’s fingers but she seemed to be doing it well. Joan was now pulling all the fingers she had placed in Kathy’s mouth out and sticking them in one at a time to make sure they where thoroughly cleaned. When she removed the last finger she stroked Kathy’s hair like the slave pet she was and dried her fingers off on Kathy’s hair. The she began to compliment her a little then turned her attention to the Bob.

"What do you think of her my pet." She finally asked her kneeling sub. He looked up from his position "She is fantastic mistress" was all he said. He was looking between his mistress and the suspended sub with lust in his eyes. I did not exactly their relationship was but I was betting that he would be have access to the lovely Kathy as soon as his mistress’s appetites were sated. She then went to the kneeling Bob and raised his chin with the crop and then kissed him thoroughly. "Soon my pet very soon" was her only comment in a very soothing voice. I saw a little tremor pass over him as this was said. If anything he knelt straighter after that; "Yes I thought the relationship between them was very special".

Joan went back to Kathy at the point and gave her a light kiss and caressed her nipples at the same time. She stepped back a little to look at her handy-work and then just nodded to her sub. He jumped up this time and went to the bed and fetched clover clamps and a full face leather mask, then bounded back to his mistress. She again nodded and Bob first cupped the squeezed Kathy’s left breast making the nipple stand out and further exposing it. Jon then attached the clover clamp to the nipple making Kathy wince but said nothing. This procedure was repeated again to the right breast. She held up the mask and began to put it on her head, then seemed to think better of it. "I’ll reserve this for you master, he need to be first for this," then she threw back at the bed. Bob was nodding his agreement but said nothing. They both had sensed something I had missed,

It was only then that I began to suspect the depth of the relationship between Joan and her sub. She had trained him to the point that he could read her mind almost. He knew every subtle movement and body language clue of his mistress and this only come with time. Another nod from his mistress and bob grabbed Kathy and turned her around belly to the door and then picked up a spreader device and attached one end to ankle. He quickly kicked her legs apart and attached the other end the adjusted the length until her legs were widely apart. Bound and spread as she was now she would not even be able to turn around with out help. The most she could hope for was being able to lean against the door and maintain her balance. What would happen next was completely Joan’s decision and her smile was pure lust.

Chapter 6

Joan went to the bed and began looking over the collection of whips, crops, and floggers. I knew that she like me made a lot of her own toys and was not surprised when she picked up a multi-tailed flogger of purple leather. Floggers were her specialty and I was the proud owner of one her creations. They usually consisted of a craft bat or dowel as the handle and the leather was lovingly attached and woven around it. After she picked this up and made a few practice swings with it she smiled and I saw her head nod yes.

She then approached the helpless Kathy at the door and grabbed that mane of red hair and pulled her head back and kissed her deeply. She had a short talk with her after that that the camera did not pick up and then took a few steps back. She started a simple overhand stroke on Kathy’s back with long pause in-between strokes. After 5 of these she started on her ass decreasing the pause between strokes.

I understood this as the buttocks are mostly muscle and fat. The back contains the spine and is far more delicate then most people realize. She turned her attention to Kathy’s back again and laid another 5 strokes there and I enjoyed watching her technique. She avoided the lower lumbar region of the back completely. Kathy’s breathing and little moans were loud enough now that the camera was picking it up and Joan was playing close attention to her reactions and breathing.

She again began to lay some strokes on Kathy’s ass and her reactions were surprising. Bound as she was it was hard for her to move but she seemed to be trying to stick her butt out to meet the blows of the whip. Her moans now were not of pain but of pure sensual pleasure. Joan for her part noticed this and slowed down what she doing. Her breath was coming a little harder now form her exertions and she began to warn Kathy in between strokes.

What I saw and heard was "You" stroke "may not" stroke "cum" stroke "until given" stroke "permission" stroke. Only then did she stop and went to Kathy and checked her again the head was pulled back by the hair and I heard Kathy ask to cum. "You must beg for that!" was Joan’s answer. And then she went back to place and began again. She avoided her back now and seemed to concentrate on her ass. From what I knew of Joan, Kathy would be made to beg or the punishment would increased. I also knew that Kathy hated to beg for her release. A small test of wills was developing between them but I had to guess that Joan would win this little test.

As the flogging continued Kathy asked yet another time for permission to cum but was denied yet again. At one point Joan stopped her flogging and pulled Kathy’s face to where she could look at it. "You have yet to address me as Mistress and you ask to cum? Was Joan’s reply to her incredulous request. You must beg, humbly, sincerely and as the submissive you are!" I saw Joan’s hand sneak between her body and the door and the arm move as she was saying this and I was sure these instructions were being punctuated by sharp jerks on the chain connecting the nipple clamps together.

Joan went back behind Kathy now and began her flogging again. She was now concentrating only on her ass now. I’m sure that she trying break Kathy down and get her to beg. I would have if the positions had been reversed. Her lack of respect in the mater of absence of a salutation would have been reason enough. It was really a test of wills now. I also knew how careful Joan would have to be. Kathy was a very orgasmic creature and her control over this was a very tenuous thing. Her control was stretched to the breaking point. I didn’t know how much longer she would able to maintain it.

Joan continued a very slow deliberate flogging now, more of a sensual caress then a flogging. She paused between strokes and checked Kathy’s body frequently. Like a master chef she kept the pot that was called "Kathy" at a very low simmer, never allowing her to break into a boil. I admired her skill in this and her patience. I did not know if I would have been able to do the same thing. She refused Kathy’s requests several time and the requests now were a wail, torn from the depths from soul, pitiful and the agony attached to them was heart breaking. Still Joan continued her flogging.

Joan had just taken a deep breath and had shook her arm to relax the muscles in her flogger arm when Kathy began to beg. She begged in between sobs and gasps for breath but all the ingredients were there. "Please my mistress this humble slave begs you for your permission to cum"

I saw Joan smile at this point, she had won and she dropped the flogger and placed her had on Kathy’s sex. "CUM my pet" she said and I saw Kathy’s body began to shake and the inarticulate moan that accompanied it was the moan of a slave delivering her body to her mistress as commanded. Joan stayed with her and as the tape rolled on her body shook again and again as the sensations rolled over her. Never during the entire episode did Joan leave her or her hand break contact with Kathy’s sex.

Kathy finally just slumped against the door and Joan removed her hand from her body and began to praise and pet Kathy. She waited until her breathing was good before anything else happened and then I saw her fiddle with the chain at her wrists. It was loosened somehow and gave Kathy a little slack but not enough to allow her freedom. Kathy slumped a little lower as the slack was introduced but she could not really move her legs because of the spreader bar.

She motioned bob to her at this point and he knelt behind Kathy. He began to her lift and move feet one at a time and help her move out from the door a bit. As he walked her feet out from the Joan was giving Kathy additional slack. In perhaps a minute she was moved out from the door and more or less bent over at the waist. At a command from his mistress Bob stood and went over to his mistress and the she began to fiddle wit something at his crotch. When she was done she had removed a thin black strap that had circled his cock and balls. Its intent is to maintain the erection of a male sub yet at the same time deny his the ability to orgasm. I had missed it earlier but it made sense now. That was how he had maintained the erection so long.

I did not have to wonder long why she had released her control on him as he she bent down to Kathy and told her yet again she could not cum without permission. She went to Bob and pointed to Kathy. "If you wear a condom you may take her" were her only instructions. Bob quickly left and returned perhaps 20 seconds later with a condom on and then began his preparations. He checked her briefly once and reported to her mistress that she was "dripping". The entered with no preamble at all and slipped right in. As soon as her entered her Kathy began to beg for permission orgasm. Joan was smiling and perhaps waited 10 seconds before granting the permission. Kathy began cum as soon as she said yes and continued to orgasm as Bob was taking her.

I watched this as it continued and soon bob peaked and withdrew. Kathy was still having an orgasm even as he withdrew. Joan stayed with her the entire time caressing her flanks and holding her. It took awhile but Kathy was so deep in sub space that she was having a hard time making it back. Joan was still holding her say gently to Kathy to come back to her, to talk to her, say something so that she would know she was OK. Kathy’s head finally turned to Joan and said one word

"Chandelier"

With that both Bob and Joan began a hurried effort to free Kathy from all the bondage devices. Chandelier was Joan’s safe word. They were both working in a frantic to free Kathy. Similar to what I do the sub is freed first then the problem is discovered. Regardless of what else happens the bondage apparatus has to be removed. Kathy was babbling now. She was fully back in the here and now and saying something about her arms going numb. She could not feel them at all. In less time that it takes to tell Kathy was freed and both Joan and Bob were helping her to the bed. Her limbs were like rubber and it took both of them to handle the dead weight of her body. Bob in one swipe of his arm had cleared the bed of all the neatly laid out items and Kathy was laid on the bed belly down. Joan began checking her body here and there trying to find the cause.

Kathy was full aware now and saying that her arms were tingly to and Joan instructed her to wiggle her fingers. When she was able to do that, Bob began a hasty massage of arms and shoulders. All it seemed to be was that the awkwardness of her position had caused a loss of circulation. She had been so deep in subspace that her mind had not caught up with her body. She was back now and fully aware and Kathy’s sweating was being was being attended to. She was back now and telling her mistress that the massage felt wonderful. Bob was doing a rather through job of massaging her upper body and Joan reappeared with glass of apple juice and ice. They were close to the camera now and although I could not see everything I could see enough. The camera mike was picking up everything. I could even hear the ice cubes tinkling in the glass as Kathy drank.

With the emergency past Kathy appeared to fall asleep. Joan told bob to kill the camera and the picture faded to black.

Chapter 7

When the camera scene came back on the time stamp on the video told me a half-hour or so had passed. Kathy was up now and seemed better. She was using her arms and rolling her shoulders. Generally she seemed non-the worse for her adventure and she and Joan were talking about what happened. Joan was still in her Domme clothes.

She then said Kathy that next she would be taught to undress and bath a Mistress or Master. She called bob to her a minute and gave him instructions on what she wanted and when to move the camera. The camera picture faded and then came back on in Joan’s bathroom. A large Jacuzzi tub in came into view.

Joan was sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi and talking to Kathy. Kathy was kneeling by the tub nude and drawing a bath. A couple of times Kathy held what look liked a punch bowl scoop under the tap and collected a bit of water from the tap. This she then moved and presented it to Joan head down, arms raised above her head like she was presenting a drink to her mistress. Joan would stick her fingers into the scoop with the water and then give one-word instructions of "warmer" or "cooler".

Along the way she was explaining that depending on the master or mistress this would be her job to get the water temperature just right. She also went on to explain that depending on the Master or Mistress’s mood, she would have to scent or condition the water to specifications. To this end she pointed Kathy to a row of bottles along an edge of the tub. The next words from Joan "Today I think the Jasmine scent".

That left it up to Kathy to pick the correct bottle. After looking at the labels on the various bottles she picked one with a light yellow fluid in it and presented it to her Mistress. She uncapped the bottle and held it to out much the same as she did with the water sample. Joan bent down and smelled and the instructed Kathy on how much to add to the water. When this was completed Joan waited a bit until she was happy with the level of the tub and told her when turn it off.

Joan continued to instruct Kathy on a number of things. She pointed out some of the differences she might see between bathing a Master and Mistress. How most males tended to treat his for hygiene needs with quick dispatch while the females could sit in a tub for hours soaking and attending to her needs and beauty. She also made some rather pointed comments on the hygienic products of male and problems they could cause later such as allergies and rashes. She finished up her little training seminar with how to clean a tub or shower after the fact and the attendant advantages. The depth of her knowledge on this subject spoke of first hand experience and lessons hard learned

The camera shot pulled back a little at this point and Kathy was then instructed on how to undress a mistress. She started at her mistress feet and as each item of clothing was removed and flesh exposed, it was lovingly kissed by Kathy. Feet, ankles calves and thigh were all kissed as Kathy first removed one boot and then the other. The leather shorts were removed next and the tiny panties underneath them. Here Joan instructed Kathy to kiss each buttock as it cam into view and the she had to scramble around to the front to kiss her sex as the panties were removed. She then had to kiss from navel to breasts before she was allowed to remove her mistress’s halter. The breasts and back were similarly kissed before the halter was allowed. When she finished removing Joan’s clothes she was instructed to kneel again and Kathy was used to steady Joan as she entered the bath.

The next 20 or so minutes were slow to watch but interesting, Kathy was handed a sponge and a wash rag and was painstakingly instructed on how to bath her mistress. Part of this was done with Kathy kneeling besides the tub and part of it was with Kathy in the tub kneeling besides her mistress. Joan seemed to enjoy it as well as Kathy and for the most part all I saw was Joan’s head and shoulders above the walls of the tub and her pointed instructions to Kathy. When Kathy had to wash Joan’s sex at one point the hesitation was obvious. A sharp command from Joan a time or two got Kathy back on track. You could see the turmoil on her face as she did as instructed. Although I had got her to touch and please Carrie that afternoon, it had been for mutual pleasure. Not obeying a mistress’s instruction.

She seemed very concerned that she might do something wrong. Joan did have Kathy give her pleasure during this episode and Joan’s orgasm was sharp and intense. After that they both emerged from the tub. Kathy was instructed how to dry off her mistress first then she was allowed to dry herself off. After that Kathy was taught how to pamper and primp her mistress. Kathy powdered, perfumed, brushed and styled her mistress. Makeup was next and Joan’s makeup was touched up and repaired. She had Kathy at various points kiss the area she was about to powder or perfume prior to the actual work. When she had finished Joan called her to her lips and deeply kissed her. "You did well Kathy and I hope you have learned some things today. I wanted to send you back to your master having improved you training in some small ways, You are such a sweet slave and a rare find! "When she was done she once again called her male sub to her.

"Bind her to the bed, belly down," was her command. And then Kathy was led away by Bob and the scene once again winked out.

When the picture steadied again Kathy was bound to the bed. She was nude and had a pillow tucked under her belly raising her lovely bottom in the air some. Bob was to one side preparing things, exactly what was hidden from the camera. Joan appeared dressed again in her dommé outfit at Kathys side. At a nod from Joan, Bob began to poor apply oil to Kathys bound body and began a full body massage, Both helped in this effort and only the noises of oily flesh contacting flesh were heard. A few minutes later Kathys little moans of pleasure were picked up as well. This continued for full fifteen minutes as they both caressed and attended to her. When they seemed to finish Joan grabbed Kathys hair and pulled her head around to face the camera and once again gave her a very deep kiss.

"I am returning you to your Master now, and sending you to him with the tape I made today. I want you to give him the following message. "Master G, you have done well and I was impressed with her abilities. You will find your slave improved. You have missed her readiness of several things. Thank you for allowing me to scene with her." She had Kathy repeat this several times until she had it right then the camera again faded to black.

The whole tape I had viewed in one sitting and it had left me aroused and with a taste for slave. It left me looking forward to our next meeting and wondering what areas I had left unexplored.