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SaM's Place

Chapter Three - Dinner and a Show

By The Technician

BDSM, Bondage, Whips, M/F

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Evelyn is invited to join a very exclusive club, but she must first be
interviewed by the admissions committee and explain why she deserves to be a
part of SaM's very exclusive club.  The series begins with her first night at
the club and then progresses through the stories she tells the committee to
prove she is worthy to become a permanent part of SaM's Club.

The stories are better understood if you have read the previous chapters, but
each chapter stands more or less on its own.

In Chapter Three, Evelyn begins her meal at this very special S&M club. 
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WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY.
Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.  All people and
events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is
purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and
should not be attempted in real life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between
fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal
territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please
stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first
century.

Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment
of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article.
This story is copyright (c) 2009 by The Technician Technician666@Gmail.Com.  

Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for
personal, non-commercial use.  Production of multiple copies of this story on
paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden.

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As Evelyn seated herself at the table, the waitress moved to the opposite side
of the table and sank down on one knee.  Her hands were held out stiffly behind
her as though someone were holding her wrists.  Her head was deeply bowed as
she spoke, "Number one-fifty-seven begs your mistress's permission to serve her
this evening.  The menu is displayed on the small monitor on your table.  You
may order by touching the screen where it says order or by speaking to your
worthless servant.  The other small box on the table is a judgement box.  If by
some accident of total grace you decide that I have pleased you, please press
the green button labeled 'Acceptable.'  If my actions are not worthy of your
notice or appraisal, please press the black button labeled 'Ignore.'  If I
displease you in any way and you feel that I should be punished, please press
the red button labeled, 'Not Acceptable.'  Any slave who receives a total of
five Not Acceptable ratings in an evening will be publicly punished for the
entertainment of the masters and mistresses present.  You may address me by my
number, '157,' or by my slave name, 'Gloria,' or just as 'slave.'  Do you wish
something to drink while you browse the menu?"

Evelyn smiled at the waitress' groveling form and replied, "Yes dear, I will
have a glass of white wine, slightly chilled.  Make it something acceptable."

The waitress responded, "Please remember to rate your lowly servant's
performance of her duties," and scurried off into the darkness of the
surrounding club.  Evelyn noted that the mechanism which held her had somehow
released cable to allow the waitress to kneel before her, but had again
tightened to travel along above her after she stood and turned to leave.  She
wondered if this was all computer controlled or if there were some master
control board where someone watched every move the servers made and controlled
their electronic leashes from afar. 

She watched the waitress's ass cheeks twist and bounce as she walked toward the
bar at the far side of the club, her stiletto high heels clicking against the
floor with each step.  As her naked form blurred in the distant dimness, Evelyn
turned her attention to the small metal box with three buttons.  Her fingers at
first rested upon the green "Acceptable" button, but then moved quickly to the
red "Not Acceptable."  She paused a minute and sighed slightly.  The waitress,
after all, had done nothing wrong, and even though Evelyn could easily imagine
herself punishing this docile slave, she felt that it was wrong to cause her to
be punished for no reason.  Her fingers moved to the black "Ignore," button. As
she pushed it she whispered, "Oh, my dear Gloria, we will find reason for the
red button before the night is over, won't we?"

Evelyn then turned her attention to the menu.  It took only a moment to scan
the listed items.  She was not particularly adventurous when it came to food.
She knew she would be ordering steak.  The only question was what kind.  It
would have been very easy to press the "Order This" button on the screen.  The
instructions said that further options would be listed when she made her
selection.  In any other setting, she would have been tempted to see how this
electronic ordering system worked, but there was no thrill in telling a machine
what to do.  A machine had no feelings.  A machine could not hear the haughty
iciness of superiority that only a mistress could convey to a slave.  No,
Evelyn would wait to give her order verbally to #157.

Gloria - 157 returned moments later with a tray holding a single glass of white
wine.  "Has mistress made a decision?  Or do you desire that I leave your
presence and return shortly?"

"I will have number eleven, rare, with the salad... Balsam vinegar dressing."
As the waitress bowed deeply to her, Evelyn picked up her wine and took a sip.
"I said slightly chilled, not COLD, you cow.  Take this back and bring me wine
at the proper temperature."  As she spoke she dramatically punched the red "Not
Acceptable" button.

The waitresses head flew upward, her eyes wide with fear.  "I am sorry
mistress.  Your humble slave begs your forgiveness.  Please allow me to try
again to serve your properly."  She quickly grabbed the glass from the table
and holding the glass in one hand and the tray in the other clicked her way
swiftly back to the bar.  

Evelyn smiled as she again watched 157's ass cheeks twitch as she walked.  "I
wonder how those cheeks would twitch under the strap or a cane," she murmured
to herself.  Suddenly the image of the waitress tied down across a spanking
bench came into her mind.  She could see herself standing above the Gloria's
bound form, a flogger in her hand, listening to the screams of pain.  "Oh, I am
going to need that wine by the time you gets back," she said softly.

157 returned moments later.  Somehow the waitress managed not to click so
loudly with her heels as she approached as when she left.  Evelyn noted the
difference in her walk.  As she approached, she walked normally, or as normally
as one could wearing 6" heels.  But as she left, she had used a model's walk.
Each foot was placed directly in line in front of her.  This catwalk way of
walking accented the curvature of the leg as well as exaggerated the sway of
the hips.  "Did you think I would not notice that you did not walk properly as
you approached me?"

Gloria's eyes widened in fear.  "I am sorry, mistress.  I was hurrying with
your wine."

Evelyn's hand hovered above the judgement box.  As 157 set the wineglass on the
table, she pressed the red "Not Acceptable" button.  Her hand remained over the
buttons as she picked up the wine and brought it too her lips.  157 watched in
fear as Evelyn took a sip and then slowly moved her finger from the red to the
green button.  As she pressed the black "Ignore" button she said coldly, "At
least you got the temperature of the wine right, my dear.  See that you get my
food order correct and I just might rate you as acceptable."

157 bowed slightly, turned and clicked her way into the darkness.  Evelyn
smiled a very cold smile as she again watched the twitching buttocks and
listened to the click of heels on the hard floor.  She then turned her
attention to the floor show at the other end of the club.  Except for the fact
that the piano player was chained to his piano and was sitting on a very
strange looking piano stool, and the fact that the singer was naked except for
nipple weights and a crotch chain, it was a rather ordinary lounge act.

The singing wasn't exceptionally good, but it wasn't exceptionally bad.  Evelyn
looked a little more carefully at the piano player and noted that what appeared
to be a strange looking piano stool was, in fact, a metal disk not much bigger
than a dinner plate.  A glint of metal as the piano player turned slightly
brought another cold smile to Evelyn's face as she realized that there was a
metal projection, perhaps a dildo, impaling the piano player's ass.  She
couldn't help thinking to herself, "I wonder if the stool goes with him when he
takes a break?  Or maybe, since he is chained to the piano, he is forced to
remain there all night without a break."

Almost as if the club had read her mind, the stage on which the piano and
singer were located began to rotate.  As it revolved, the piano player and
singer were replaced by five naked young women and a very highly muscled young
man who was wearing a pair of very tight, black leather shorts.  "For your
entertainment," an unknown voice intoned over the speakers, "we present the
whipping skills of Master Andrew and his stable."

With that the house lights dimmed except for a spotlight on Master Andrew.  The
young man cracked his whip into the air and yelled, "To your positions."  The
five naked young women ran into the spotlight.  Each was holding two burning
candles.  They stood in a circle around Master Andrew and held their arms
outstretched with the candles in the air at shoulder level.  The whip cracked
and a candle went out.  Then, as Andrew spun and lashed out with his whip, -
crack, crack, crack, crack - the candles were snapped out one by one... except
one.  The slave with the strawberry blond hair had flinched as the whip cracked
and lowered the candle slightly.

The smattering of applause died away as Master Andrew gestured to the other
slaves to move aside.  His stare was icy and his voice was even colder as he
addressed the quivering young girl, "You have disgraced me in public by your
actions.  Stand still and receive your punishment."  The girl whimpered but
remained standing with her arms held out wide, the candles still in her hands. 
"But first let me complete my task," - crack - and the final candle
extinguished.  "You don't need those anymore, " crack, crack and the candles
flew from the girls hands.   "Turn and form the whipping cross."

"No, please," the young slave begged, but the response from Master Andrew was a
slash of the whip that obviously curled around the girl and struck her on the
ass cheek.

"Now," he said, but again she begged, "No, please, not in public, not here!"

"I said now!" and the whip snapped again around her.  She bent slightly in pain
and then slowly turned her back to him, spreading her legs and holding her arms
outstretched and spread as though she were tied between two posts.

"For ruining my performance!" - crack, crack, the whip found its mark on the
slaves ass cheeks causing her to jump slightly with each impact.

"For talking back to me!" - crack, crack and the girl yelped as the whip curled
around her body and struck her breasts.  This second yelp was much louder than
the first as the tip of the lash evidently found its target and snapped
directly upon her nipple.

"And finally for disobeying my order to assume the punishment position!"  The
whip cracked a final time. "Iiieeee," the girl screamed in pain and fell to the
floor, her hands covering her cunt. "Stand, or the punishment will be
repeated."  The girl slowly got back to her feet.  There was a smear of blood
on her hands.  The whip had snapped between her legs and cut into her in her
most tender area.  

"Let us see if you can keep from flinching this time.  If you flinch this time,
you might lose more than a little blood.  Prepare her!."

Master Andrew's other slaves came scurrying back into the spotlight.  Two held
the first girl's hands out in a cross shape and began clipping wooden clothes
pins onto the tips of her fingers.  When they had placed four on each hand, a
third slave clipped two on her nose - one between the eyes and one on the tip
of the nose.  Then pulling her tongue out of her mouth she placed two clothes
pins on it.  A fourth slave stepped forward.  Whatever it was in her hands was
silvery and glinted in the light.  The girl grunted as the nipple clamps were
set in place.  The clamps had a protrusion which stuck out about two inches.
From the tip of the protrusion hung a tiny silver bell.  A final slave then
stepped forward.  She held something aloft for the audience to see.  It looked
like the nipple clamps but was much wider.  It looked almost like a smaller
version of one of those clips which is used to seal a bag of chips to keep it
fresh.  Reaching down between the girl's legs, the slave set the clip in place.
The girl moaned loudly.  She tried to say something, but the clothes pins on
her tongue prevented speech.  

"Display yourself," barked Master Andrew.  The girl slowly turned around so
everyone could see her clearly.  It became apparent that the final clip was
clamped firmly on her labia.

"Now stand perfectly still."  There was a drum roll and the whip cracked four
times.  The clothes pins flew from her left hand.  Four more cracks and the
pins were gone from her right hand.  Master Andrew moved slowly around the edge
of the stage area.  He drew back his whip and with a loud snap the pin between
her eyes was gone.  Another snap and the pin on the end of her nose flew into
the darkness.  Then with a single snap the two clothes pins on her tongue were
also gone.

"It's time for a little music," laughed Master Andrew.  His whip lashed out,
but it did not have it's normal loud crack.  Instead, it was a much softer pop,
and above the sound of the whip, you could hear the clear chime of a small
bell.  The whip flashed again and again as the bells on the nipple clamps and
the labia clamp chimed their tune.

The audience applauded loudly.  Master Andrew bowed deeply and then stood
upright and suddenly made three quick snaps with his whip.  This time the bells
could not be heard over the crack of the whip, and the clamps flew into the
darkness.  What could be heard, however, was the girl's screams as the clamps
were torn loose from her nipples and her labia.  

Master Andrew bowed once more, the spotlight went dark, and the house lights
came up to their normal level of muted dimness.  As the Evelyn's eyes were once
again able to see her surroundings, she noticed that 157 was standing beside
her.  The thought crossed Evelyn's mind that it must have been difficult to
move about in the darkness during Master Andrew's performance, but then she
remembered the track system.  It didn't make any difference whether or not 157
could see anything.  She would have been guided or at least dragged along the
proper path by her hair as the motorized leash moved from place to place.

Evelyn tasted her salad and dropped her fork onto the table.  "This is not
Balsam vinegar dressing.  This is ordinary oil and vinegar.   Did you think
that I would not know the difference?  Take it back."

Evelyn's finger poised above the "Not Acceptable" button.  Gloria, 157, spoke,
"Please Mistress, do not rank me unacceptable.  I have already received three
tonight.  If I receive five, I will be punished."

"Is that so?" replied Evelyn.  In that case, I will do this.  I will rate you
as "Not Acceptable" for bringing me the wrong salad. 157 hung her head.  "And,
I will rate you as "Not Acceptable" for not properly receiving and accepting
the judgement of your superiors."

With that, Evelyn pressed the "Not Acceptable" button a second time.  157 began
to cry, "No, no, no, no," but her cries were quickly drowned out by the sudden
blaring of trumpets and flashing of red, blue and yellow rotating beacons.

"Masters and Mistresses," came the voice from the speakers.  "We have a public
punishment which needs to be meted out.  There will be a slight delay in your
service.  Please pardon this interruption.  We hope the inconvenience of this
delay will be offset by the spectacle of SaM's Place's unique progressive
paddle punishment."

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  END CHAPTER THREE OF FIFTEEN
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