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The Manor House

By: Explorer222



Chapter 1: Sarah Meets John on the Train

Sarah sat in the compartment on the train and watched the countryside fly by. This was a train ride like no other she had ever taken, for it was leading her to a new, unknown life. She felt liberated, excited, and not a little bit scared.

For all of her twenty-four years she had lived with her mother on the country estate of a wealthy bachelor. Her mother was the man's housekeeper, but as Sarah got older, she suspected that her mother had other, more personal duties. The man was very domineering and her mother always jumped to his commands. But in dealing with Sarah, her mother had been the domineering one. She had absolutely refused to let Sarah go out with any of the local farm boys, and after a while the boys had given up. The result was that Sarah was a very innocent young lady.

A month ago her mother had died after a brief illness. Sarah had been devastated and didn't know what to do. Her mother's old boss had told her she could stay and take over the housekeeping duties, but the way he had looked at her told her that he wanted more from her than just cleaning. She thought he was gross and anyway she was bored with living in isolation in the country. With only enough money for a train ticket and a few days living expenses, Sarah had packed her few good clothes and hitchhiked to the village to get on the train to the big city. She planned to find some menial job as quickly as she could and let life take her where it would.

In appearance, Sarah could only be described as petite. Barely five feet tall and weighing under one hundred pounds she seemed very delicate and fragile. However in that small package was definitely a woman's body. Firm curves emerged in all the right places, measuring 36-26-36. Her face was pretty enough, especially her big brown eyes, and she had long thick chocolate brown hair that she keeped in a braid that hung well below her waist. She was a girl with potential who is badly in need of make-up and a good hair stylist. From magazine photos she was aware of the things women could do to make them look good, but whenever she had asked her mother about it, her mother had discouraged her, saying they could not afford any of those things.

There was a middle-aged, very large man in the compartment with her. He had looked her over very frankly when she had first come in, but now he was engrossed in reading the financial page of his newspaper. She was very much aware of his presence, and it added to her general nervousness. He was tall, well over six feet, with big shoulders and hands. His hands were calloused, indicating a man who did not avoid physical work. He had black shoulder length hair, and ice blue eyes, and the way he held himself spoke of supreme confidence and lack of concern about what anyone thought about him. She thought he could do pretty much what he wanted, and that thought strangely excited her.

They had been riding together for about ten minutes when the man suddenly put down his newspaper and extended his big hand to her. "My name is John," he said. "We have a long ride to the city and we should at least know each other's names."

Sarah was surprised and felt a blush of heat rise to her cheeks. She had not expected this man to take any notice of her whatsoever. His hand remained open in the air for several seconds before she could react. Finally she tentatively laid her small hand in his, where it seemed to disappear.

"My name is Sarah."

John did not normally speak with his fellow passengers on the train. He enjoyed the four hours of solitude and reading when he traveled from his country estate into the city. But this young woman intrigued him. Her small size and obvious nervousness make her seem very fragile and vulnerable. He sensed that this was no ordinary train ride for her and he felt protective.

"Tickets please," the conductor said as he stuck his head into the compartment.

John released Sarah's hand and retrieved his ticket from the pocket of his jacket. "Here you are my good man," he said.

Sarah reached into the loose pocket on her shirt where she was sure she had put her ticket. It was not there. Frantically she began going through her other pockets. "I bought a ticket. I don't know what happened to it."

In spite of the distressed look on the girl's face, the conductor quickly lost patience. "I'm sorry miss," he said. "I don't have time to wait for you to find your ticket. You'll have to buy another one right now, or I will have you put off the train at the next station."

"Oh no," cried Sarah. She did not have enough money to buy another ticket, and the next station would leave her in the middle of nowhere. She began to cry.

John watched the whole scene and studied the girl. He thought she could be quite pretty and sexy with the right makeover. Of course she was much too young for him, but at least he could help her out.

"Conductor I will buy this woman a new ticket," he said. "Here, this should cover it."

The conductor was happy to have the situation resolved. "More than enough, sir. I will give you your change."

Sarah was hugely relieved and very grateful. She had never experienced such a giving attitude from another person. This man must be very wealthy to be able to buy tickets for strangers.

"Thank you so very much," she said, drying her eyes with her sleeve. "I don't know what I would have done if you had not been here."

"I am glad to be able to help, my dear. It was very little money to me, but obviously quite a bit to you." 

"Yes, if I had had to buy another ticket I would have nothing left to live on until I find a job."

"So you are going to the city to look for a job?"

"Yes, I'm tired of living in the country."

"What kind of work are you seeking?"

She smiled. "Oh just about anything. I could be a waitress, a housekeeper, a ticket collector—I don't care, as long as it's legal."

"Well I wish you luck," he said and went back to his newspaper. He did not want to get too involved with this girl's problems.

That seemed to end the conversation and for many minutes neither of them spoke. The train clicked along at its steady pace. Sarah had nothing to read or occupy her hands and she felt anxious in this man's presence, imagining that he was looking at her around the edge of his newspaper. Finally she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Do you live in the city?" she asked.

John smiled at her but did not put down his newspaper. "No," he said. "My home is in the country but I go into the city several times a month."

"Oh, I see."

He went back to his newspaper. But her attempt at conversation had piqued his interest. Maybe she wasn't too young after all.

It had been sometime since John had been interested in a woman. His money and his dominant personality, amplified by his intimidating size, made him very attractive to women, and he had taken advantage of his many opportunities. He liked to command and control women, and in fact belonged to a special gentlemen's club where beautiful submissive women were available to him whenever he wanted. But lately he seemed to have lost interest; it was too easy.

She had turned in her seat and was staring blankly out the window when she heard him fold the newspaper and put it on the floor.

"Nothing of much interest in the paper," he said. "What do you see outside?"

"Trees and fields and more trees," she said.

"It's very peaceful," he said. "Why would you want to leave the beautiful country for the dirty, noisy city?"

"I don't know anything about living in the city. Maybe after a while I will want to come back, but I have to find out."

For the next hour they chatted about their lives. John told her about the different parts of the city and how people of the same background liked to live in the same neighborhoods. She had many questions and was impressed by his breadth of knowledge and experience. He gradually learned what her life had been like with her mother and their patron. She was even more innocent than he had thought, probably even a virgin. It was clear that she had been completely dominated by her mother.

At one point a man started to enter the compartment with them. John obviously did not want the interruption and he spoke sharply to the man in a language that Sarah did not understand. The man looked surprised and angry. He stiffened and answered back in the same strange language.

Slowly and deliberately John rose to his feet. He was a head taller than the other man and much more muscular. His voice was calm but firm. The man hesitated a moment and then turned and left.

"What was that all about?" asked Sarah.

"Nothing much. I merely suggested that he find another compartment."

"He didn't seem too pleased. What language were you speaking?"

"Italian. "I heard him speak it when we were getting on the train, and I happen to speak it also. My grandmother was born in Italy and made sure I learned it."

Sarah was much impressed, not only by his knowledge but by the way he had intimidated the other man. John was not a man to be challenged. 

They continued to talk and he told her more about his early years growing up in a large family. His father had run a small contracting business which he had inherited and turned into a large and very profitable company. He told her that he had become bored with business and had decided to retire at an early age to pursue other interests. 

Late in the afternoon the train stopped for a long time in a country station. Apparently there had been a mechanical problem of some sort. They were going to be very late arriving in the city. Now it was starting to get dark.

Sarah was growing more and more apprehensive. She did not relish wandering around a strange city in the dark looking for an inexpensive hotel. Her hope was that her new friend from the train would help her, but she was reluctant to ask. John was well aware of the situation. It excited him to think of the potential power he had over this helpless girl.

Finally the train started again and made its way slowly into the city. As the train approached the main station Sarah could see that it was a very rough neighborhood. People were coming and going from bars and loitering under the street lights. The few hotel signs she saw were made of crooked neon sticks clinging to dirty facades squeezed between boarded up stores. She shuddered.

John made his decision. He would offer to take this girl to his club and give her a room for the night. Of course by going to the club he knew that she would be exposed to the club's activities, and therefore he had to prepare her. If, as he suspected, she had a submissive nature, then she would probably relate to some of the girls at the club and might be a candidate for one of their special training programs. If not, then at least she could start her city life the next morning in a good neighborhood. 

"Sarah, this is not a good place or time of day to be looking for a hotel. Why don't you come with me to my club and let me treat you to dinner and a room for the night. We have nice guest rooms for overnight visitors."

She was very relieved. "Oh that would be wonderful," she said. "You have been so nice to me."

"However, there are some things you need to know before you come. It is a men's club, and there may be a wild party going on. Of course you don't have to participate, but you might see some things that would shock you."

"Nonsense. I'm an adult woman. You don't have to be concerned about offending me."

John suspected that she was acting a lot braver than she was, but clearly she wanted to come with him. He determined to tell her more. "Some women actually live at the club. They act as a kind of maid or servant, and their job is to make the men happy." The way he said it made it clear that making men happy involved more than serving meals and doing laundry.

There. He had surely said enough to warn her and frighten her off. She was silent as she processed what he had said. He watched her face as her expression went from surprise to incredulity to curiosity to hesitancy. He determined to reassure her.

"You don't have to worry," he said smiling. "No one is going to bother you. I am a part owner of the club and I can assure you that I can keep things under control."

Sarah had no doubt about his ability to protect her, and after all their conversation she felt she knew him well enough that she could trust him. In fact she thought she would be much safer with him in his strange club than she would be on her own in the city. And she had to admit that the hint of sexual activity was exciting. She had had enough of her fantasy life and was more than ready to acquire some real world experience.

"I will put myself in your hands," she said. And then realizing the significance of her choice of words, she blushed. Something told her that she should clarify that statement less he get the wrong idea, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead she looked down. She wanted to be in his hands.

At that moment John knew that she was indeed a submissive and that he wanted to train her to serve him. He felt himself growing hard.

The train came to a stop with a great hiss of released air. "Let's go," he said, and taking her hand he led her from the train to the station platform. His grip was powerful and his stride deliberate. She had no choice but to follow him, her heart beating rapidly.

They got into a cab and John barked out an address. For half an hour they rode in silence. Sitting in the back of the cab with him, she was very conscious of how big he was compared to her. He could do whatever he wanted to her and she would not be able to do anything about it.

Sarah was a jumble of emotions; she was excited, frightened, and relieved, all at the same time. This strange, wonderful man had taken charge so that she did not have to face the unknown world alone. She felt intuitively that he was a good person. But what was this strange club all about? Was she going to be forced to have sex for the first time? Would that really be so bad? She had wanted it for a long time. 

For his part John wanted to give her time to think and prepare her self. It would make things much easier later on if she had thought about what might happen ahead of time. He had never forced a woman to submit against her will and certainly did not intend to do that with this innocent girl. She had to come to the decision on her own. But his cock remained hard with the thought of it.

The taxi sped along a main road and soon left the shabby train station area behind. After a time they turned off on a side road that wound through a neighborhood with large houses set back on wooded lots. As they progressed the lots got larger and the houses were barely visible from the road.

At last John broke the silence. "If you will excuse me I will call ahead to my partner at the club and have a room prepared for you."

He got out his cell phone and punched in a number. "My partner was born in Italy and we like to use that language with each other," he said.

His partner, Ian, answered the call in Italian. John was glad he could communicate the situation without Sarah understanding. "I will be arriving in a few minutes with a very special guest," he said.

"Oh?" said Ian.

"She is a young innocent that I met on the train. I am very attracted to her and think she may be a good candidate for a red ribbon."

"Really. It has been a long time since you were interested in training a woman. She must be very special."

"She is incredibly innocent for her age. I think she is probably a virgin. It is important not to scare her before I find out if she is suitably submissive. I want you to help me."

"Of course. How do you want to handle it?"

"I have promised her a room for the night. She plans to go job hunting tomorrow. Let's give her the guest suite on the first floor away from the other rooms. Then I want you to join us for dinner in the private dining room. We will tell her about the club and see how she responds. Maybe we could have Camille join us to give her a woman's point of view."

"Excellent," he said. "I will be ready for you."

"One more thing, Ian. If she accepts the red ribbon I want you to be my third."

"My pleasure," said Ian. "Your description has my mouth watering."

Chapter 2: Ian Prepares for Sarah

Ian leaned back in his big leather desk chair. He was the manager of the club and had a large office and suite of rooms in one wing of the second floor. After a long day of dealing with the affairs of the club, he had not wanted to be disturbed. But a call from his partner John was different. He was pleased that his best friend was interested in training a new woman. It had been a long time since John had talked like that. He and Ian had established the club together and had enjoyed recruiting and training the first batch of girls. Now the club was flourishing, its treasury full, with a waiting list of potential new members. 

In appearance Ian was quite different from John. Whereas John was tall and heavy set, Ian was tall and lanky. His Italian heritage showed in his dark complexion and eyes. A strong chin and sharp cheek bones, together with the confident way he carried himself, gave the impression of no-nonsense authority. He was the image of what the boss of a BDSM club should be.

Ian's suite in the large mansion was luxurious. In addition to his office he had a sitting area and a huge bedroom. The focal point of the bedroom was a king size bed custom made of solid cherry. Built into the head and foot boards of the bed were recessed areas that contained soft leather straps. The straps were secured to the bed with adjustable buckles and had padded cuffs on the ends. A body could be restrained on that bed in just about any position. A mirror on the ceiling above the bed added to the effect.

A large cherry armoire contained an electronics console to control the stereo music system, as well as hidden video cameras and microphones that allowed Ian to record events in his bedroom from any angle. The microphones picked up every little moan and gasp. Selling the videos was a significant source of income for the club. 

One section of the armoire had drawers filled with every conceivable erotic toy: vibrators, plugs, dildos, clamps, cuffs, paddles, whips, hot wax generators, etc. Ian was always on the look out for new items. His latest find was a pair of remote controlled vibrating balls just the right size for insertion into sensitive cavities.

The bathroom was like a private spa. There was a sunken Jacuzzi tub big enough for four, and a quad-headed shower of similar size. In one corner was a leather covered massage table with strange looking straps dangling from the sides. A nearby shelf held containers filled with various lotions and powders. A large plug-in vibrator hung from a brass hook on the wall, and beside it was a rack containing a variety of attachments for the vibrator.

There were several toilets and bidets, each in its own room with a door. The long vanity was topped with black granite and held three hand-painted porcelain sinks with gold faucets. On the wall opposite the window was a Victorian style dressing table and mirror, flanked by gold candelabras that each held eight red candles. Other candle sticks and incense burners were located around the room.

As the half owner and manager of the club Ian always had first choice among the servant girls, and most nights he enjoyed female companionship in his suite. In fact that night he had told his new favorite, Elizabeth, that he wanted her to report to his suite at 8 pm. After speaking with John and hearing about Sarah, however, he thought he might have to reschedule Elizabeth's visit. He picked up his in-house phone and called Camille.


The Manor House Ch. 01



"No, fuck you, you bitch!" The blow that Donald Colvin dealt to his soon-to-be ex-wife, Shandi, spun her in a comical circle. He advanced on her as she stumbled back against the glass-topped dining room table and smacked her a second time. "You think you're gonna get my money? You've got another thing coming, bitch! I'll kill you first."

"No!"

Bright dots of light erupted behind her eyes as his hand, once open, now landed in a closed fist, grinding her delicate skin against more skin and harder bone. It had been a definite mistake to pick a fight with Donnie. She should have kept her mouth shut and just continued to put her stuff in the truck but her pride had gotten the best of her. When he started telling her that no one would want her nearly 50 year-old, saggy black ass, something inside her had snapped and she had said something nasty to him. Something about the size of his cock. She had known that her comment would start a fight; she just never imagined that it would be physical.

And so his slaps became punches and with every punch he delivered, a bit of her soul seeped away much as her blood dripped out, slowly and deliberately. Soon, her left eye was swelling shut and her ribs were screaming in pain, doing their best to withstand the vicious pummeling of her angry husband. She felt her strength waning and minutes later, it was impossible to pull herself up from her knees.

"You're killing me, Donnie. Stop."

She knew he had heard her but didn't care. A weird light was shining in his eyes; a light that she'd seen on two previous occasions. Once when he locked her in the trunk of the car and the second time when he'd broken her painting arm in three places. That light signified fear for Shandi. It told her that he was in a place of no return and that she might actually die tonight. His blows landed again and again, targeting her tender stomach, then face, then thighs. He really loved to beat her thighs. He loved the sound that his fists made when they connected with her meat.

"Please." Blood blew out of her mouth with each word. "Stop. You're killing me."

His strange eyes met hers, then slid back down to her prone body, targeting a shin this time. Bam! Pain radiated up her leg, making her back throb. That would be a good bruise in the morning. "You aren't getting a dime of my money, bitch. Not one thin dime!"

And so this was how Shandi Wilson-Colvin was going to die. She tried to crawl away but his foot caught her in the side, tossing her onto the oriental carpet like a sock. She groaned, trying to hug her torso but his fist in her face caused her to try to cover the damage, hoping against hope that he was spent, that he was done. But he wasn't. Not by a long shot. His thick fist crashed through her protective hands and she felt the bones of her wrist give way, crumbling under his strength.

A scream started in her throat but was arrested by the sheer ferocity of the pain in her arm. She curled into a ball, exposing her back and sobbing in pain as he kicked her in the spine, spittle flying from his lips. "You won't get none of my money, you nigger bitch!"

Now she knew it was over. In thirty-seven months of marriage, Donald Trevor Colvin had never called her a 'nigger'. Never. Indeed, their courtship had been a beautiful thing; a private joke between two best friends, a private joke between lovers. The white minister's son and the black drug dealer's daughter. But they were in love and nothing could have been more perfect. 

Except that Donnie had wanted her to get product from her father. She had done it for awhile but stopped because that's not what she wanted her life to be about. She wanted to have a nice house and babies but Donnie only seemed to be interested in whores and card games. He had a good job as an assistant district attorney but once he was off the clock, every aspect of his life became illegal. She had overlooked catching him fucking a whore in his office and the used condoms she found in the townhouse but the last straw had been the woman that showed up at the house this morning.

"Mrs. Colvin?" She had sounded so innocent at first. "Are you Mrs. Colvin, the D.A.'s wife?"

"He's the assistant D.A. but yes, I am his wife."

"Good." The benevolence and good will in the woman's words degenerated into the jaded iciness of a hood rat. "Give me some fucking money, bitch. I'm pregnant and the shorty's his."

The confrontation that had followed had resulted in this beating. Shandi sobbed, whimpering as she tried to stand up, her blood-filled eyes fixed upon the brass door knob that signified freedom. If only she could reach it ... when she felt the cold ring of steel on her temple, she knew that it was too late.

"Not a fucking dime, bitch. Not a fucking dime!"

White light filled her eyes and she screamed... 



The Manor House Ch. 02



"What have we got?"

"Black female, age 48, multiple contusions, broken ribs, possible internal bleeding."

Shandi heard the words and wondered how the paramedic and doctor knew so much about her condition. She wanted to speak, to tell them that she was actually 47 and that she was all right and wanted to go home. This was just one big misunderstanding and she was sure that Donnie would be sorry. He always apologized. He was such a gentleman.

"Did the cops get the fucker who did this to her?"

"No. He called 911 then left. Get this, she's the A.D.A.'s wife."

"Colvin's wife? This is Shandi Colvin?"

Yes! Shandi tried to shout but her jaw was throbbing with intense pain. She raised her hand to touch it but the paramedic pushed her arm back down, making sure that the I.V. tube didn't get tangled. Why wouldn't he let her touch her face? Maybe it was worse than she thought. She tried to open her eyes and was upset to find that her left one wouldn't cooperate. Heat seemed to suffuse her face and she struggled to force it open. What was wrong with it? 

"Yeah, and it was Colvin that did this to her."

"No shit!"

You don't understand! Shandi shook her head, tears escaping down her cheeks. Why didn't they understand that it was her fault? If she had never said anything about the size of his penis, this would never have happened. She knew that he was sensitive about his small cock and she knew that would set him off but she was just so mad. Not only had he broken their marital vows but he had gotten another woman pregnant, something she'd been desperately trying to do for the entire length of their marriage.

"His career is pretty much over."

"I'd say!" The female doctor leaned over her and checked the dilation of her pupils, avoiding the swollen orbit with a grimace. "I'm glad that they changed the law and that they'll press charges on him."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because she won't."

"How do you know that?"

"She's been in here before for treatment and always turned down help. He's a sick fuck, Colvin is. He likes cigarette burns especially."

Tears oozed out of Shandi's unobstructed eye as she listened to the strangers talk about her. What hurt the most was that they were absolutely right. How many times had she been in the emergency room this year? How many bruises, how many contusions, how many black eyes and broken blood vessels? But it wasn't Donnie's fault. It was hers. They had to understand that. It was her fault.

"God, I can't believe we've got someone like that in the D.A.'s office."

"There are worse than that in there, believe me." The doctor held the doors to x-ray open so that the paramedic could wheel the gurney inside. "I've already called Robbie."

"Good. I'll just leave you with her then."

"Thanks for the help, Andy. James and I can take it from here."

"No problem, Cyd."

Shandi heard footsteps depart and then two pairs of hands were transferring her onto a table. Pain radiated through her body and she opened her mouth to scream but a tiny whimper escaped. The radiologist, James, dipped his head into view, moving the camera over her face and lining the salient points in the crosshairs. The doctor, Cyd, placed a heavy lead bib over her chest area and the taking of x-rays commenced, ending nearly forty-five minutes later. The result: three cracked ribs, two broken fingers and a wrist that looked like a Picasso painting on x-ray film.

The worst of the injuries was the eye. The occipital portion of the eye socket was shattered and surgery was immediately required. Preparations were made and Mrs. Shandi Colvin was wheeled into OR2 approximately twenty-two minutes later. It was nearly midnight when the orderlies wheeled her into Room 362, completely anesthetized and oblivious to the workings of the world around her. 

She certainly would have been surprised to discover that there was a uniformed officer posted outside her door as well as a dark-haired woman who was arranging a bouquet of field flowers. She arose as the men rolled the gurney in and stood silently as they transferred her to the bed under the woman and the arriving doctor's eyes. After giving the woman a warm embrace, Dr. Cyd checked her patient and satisfied with what she saw, she turned the light down and gestured to the chair opposite.

"It's good to see you looking so well, Rob, and thank you for coming at such short notice but I have a sneaking suspicion that she's going to need you as soon as she awakens."

"It's as bad as that?"

"Rob, this might be your hardest case yet."

The woman sighed deeply, casting a sad eye onto the sleeping woman. "I read her chart. Is she really Killer Colvin's wife?"

"Yep." Dr. Cyd pulled the covers up over Shandi's shoulders, checking for bleeding on the snow white bandages around her head. "She's going to go through the worst trial of her life, both literally and figuratively, so I'm going to need you to take care of her once we release her. Can you do it?"

"Of course, Cyd." Rob stood, her eyes still on the woman. "I'll be back first thing in the morning."

"Thanks, Rob. I really appreciate it."

"Thank me later, doc. Let's get Killer Colvin's wife on her feet first." 



The Manor House Ch. 02



In Part 1 of the story a young woman named Sarah meets a man on the train and is enticed into becoming a member of his exclusive club. He recognizes her submissive tendencies and he and other members of the club introduce her to a whole new world of sexual pleasure. Part 1 describes the club and the things that are done to Sarah, and the things she is forced to do to others. At the end of Part 1 she has been turned over to Ian, the manager of the club in charge of training new members, and she has been told to come to the club dining room at 7 pm.

Chapter 18 - Dinner at the Manor House

Sarah had a couple of hours to rest before dinner. She took off the skimpy black dress and laid on her bed. Her pussy and ass felt tender and oh so sensitive. A shudder went through her body as she thought about the coming dinner and night with Ian. He had already done so much to her. What more could he do?

Then her mind jumped to the image of holes in the dining room wall. Poor Elizabeth was going to be put on display there and her body tortured by unknown hands in the kitchen on the other side of the wall. If that sadistic nurse Joyce were to be in the kitchen, heaven knows what she would do. Still, it was terribly exciting.

At quarter to seven Sarah got up and went into her bathroom to fix her hair. She quite liked the new "Sarah Palin" cut. It made her look sophisticated and cute at the same time. A little combing and brushing was all it took, leaving her time to try some of the eye make-up that had been left for her. 

She was almost ready to put on the dress when she noticed how wet her panties were. It would not do to show up for dinner with her panties already wet and with the aroma from her past arousals so evident. Fortunately she had gotten several pair from the boutique, and she quickly changed.

To be different, she selected some scarlet red "boy shorts." She had bought them because the sales woman had shown her a picture of a girl with a small ass like hers who looked really good in boy shorts. They made the girl appear innocent, as if she were not aware of the lovely curve of her hips and ass, and the effect it would have on men. Also the loose openings at her thighs seemed to invite exploration. The shorts made her so vulnerable, just like Sarah wanted to be.

Fortunately she had also purchased a push up bra of the same scarlet color. It clasped in the front and was brief enough that it wouldn't show in the low cut black dress. Sarah knew it was likely that before the evening was over she would be divested of that dress and would be very sexy in her matching red underware.

At precisely seven o'clock she arrived at the door to the dining room. Ian was standing just inside, talking with a tall blonde. The woman turned and Sarah saw it was Joyce, the nurse who had tormented her during her medical exam. Only instead of wearing her white nurse's dress, she was dressed as a military police woman in a tight-fitting and sinister looking uniform. Black leather boots came high up on her legs, and provided a stark contrast to the white skin of her thighs before they disappeared under the short leather skirt. Her blonde hair spilled out from under her military cap and over her shoulders, and her huge tits threatened to burst the few brass buttons that held together a black top of rough cotton. In her hand she held a menacing riding crop, which she tapped against her thigh as if she couldn't wait to use it.

When she saw Sarah she gave her a knowing smile and struck the crop against a nearby table, making a loud slap.

"Ah Sarah, please come in," said Ian. "I believe you know Joyce, our capable nurse. She also serves as a kind of sergeant at arms at our dinners."

"Yes sir," Sarah said in a small voice. A shudder went through her body as she pictured Elizabeth imprisoned in the wall with Joyce on the other side.

"Sometimes the waiters and waitresses shirk their duties," he went on. "When that happens Joyce is called on to enforce discipline. She's quite good at it."

"I can imagine," said Sarah.

Joyce just glared at her, knowing that if Sarah weren't around she would have Ian to herself at the dinner. He always had good ideas about how to torment the waitresses.

"Ah, I see Isaac and Camille over at that table," Ian said to Sarah. "Would you like to join them?"

Sarah was happy to have some people she knew at her table. "That would be great."

He turned to Joyce. "See you later, sergeant. Adam will be putting Elizabeth into the stocks tonight, and I imagine you will have some things to do in the kitchen."

"For sure," laughed Joyce. "I like to be in the kitchen when someone is in the stocks and I can hear the crying and whining through the wall."

"Do you supposed they know it is you who is causing their discomfort," chuckled Ian.

"Oh, they know it's not only me. That's what makes it so delicious."

Ian laughed and led Sarah by the hand over to Isaac's table. Other members were already seated at many of the other tables, and people were still drifting in. There seemed to be roughly an equal number of men and women of various ages, dressed either very formally or outlandishly provocative. Sarah thought she recognized some of the people she had seen on her earlier tour of the mansion.

Isaac stood and greeted them. His eyes devoured Sarah, moving up and down her body openly and hungrily. Their earlier experiences had kindled a fire in him that would not be quenched until he had her. Camille knew it and did not object. She was resigned to having to share Isaac with whomever he fancied; in fact the humiliation of it was part of what turner her on.

"Good evening Isaac," said Ian. "By the way you are looking at Sarah I think you will not object if we sit with you."

"By all means," replied Isaac. "Camille and I have grown quite found of our new member."

"Excellent. After I have trained her a bit more I may turn her over to you for an independent appraisal.

"My pleasure," grinned Isaac in way that generated butterflies in Sarah's stomach.

They sat down. Several bottles of wine were on the table, and Isaac filled glasses for them.

"Take a look at the uniforms of the waiters and waitresses," said Ian. "You will see that they are all different. We have several creative members whose hobby is designing costumes for the staff. Starting tomorrow you will be our newest waitress, and you will spend the morning being fitted appropriately."

Sarah surveyed the room and saw that there were maybe ten waitresses and two or three waiters. All were dressed in a provocative way that emphasized their best assets, be it their asses, their legs, their chests, or in the case of the men, the bulges in their pants. In addition they all had colored ribbons somewhere on their bodies to signify their degree of availability—red for restricted, green for up to the wearer, and yellow for open to anyone. The women were of varying ages and degrees of attractiveness; the men were mostly young and effeminate looking.

"You will note that all the uniforms have loose openings to allow us diners easy access to body parts if we should desire to explore. Here, let me show you."

Ian crooked his finger at a comely waitress who was standing nearby. She immediately came to stand beside him. Sarah judged that the woman was about her age, maybe a little older. She had on a short skirt and a low cut peasant blouse. Blue mesh stockings encased her long legs, which were shaped nicely by four inch spiked heels. Her figure was very slender, except for her ass, which jutted out in the tight skirt like a large melon. A yellow ribbon adorned her dark hair.

"Yes Mr. Ian sir, what might I do for you," she said.

"Good evening, Greta. I wish to show our new member the unique feature of your skirt. Turn around."

Greta complied and backed up toward Ian. "You see, Sarah, the skirt has this loose panel just below the waist, which if lifted like so reveals this beautifully shaped little ass."

Isaac was sitting next to Ian, and both of them ran their hands over the smooth skin of Greta's ass cheeks. She bent over slightly to show off the perfect spherical shape, framed nicely by the dark fabric of her skirt. Sarah closed her eyes and imagined herself in Greta's position, which she knew she might very well be in the next day.

"Very nice," said Ian. "Sarah I want you to notice how she holds her position until we tell her she can move. Newer waitresses often make the mistake of moving too soon, and then we have to summon Joyce to punish them. Greta here is well trained."

Isaac let his long black fingers run down the crack between Greta's cheeks. "She is indeed," he said. "In fact I think she deserves a little reward for good behavior. Camille come here and touch her up a little. Greta, spread your legs."

Camille came around the table and knelt by Isaac's chair. Greta slid her feet apart and bent over a little more. Her hips began a slow roll of anticipation. 

"Use a little butter," said Isaac to Camille. "You know how good that feels."

Camille smiled and dipped two fingers into the pad of butter that Isaac offered her. Then her hand disappeared up between Greta's legs. Greta pushed back against the caressing fingers and began to moan.

"Ohh godddd..."

Ian reached for Sarah's hand and placed it on his crotch. He was stiff and very hard. Instinctively she squeezed him. He took in a deep breath and then gently removed her hand.

"Okay....that's enough for now," he said. "We have an unwritten rule against playing with the servants too much before they serve us our dinners. Otherwise we would never get fed. There will be plenty of time to play after we have eaten. Get back to work Greta."

Greta sighed and straightened, letting her skirt flap fall back down over her ass. She smiled at all of them, and then walked toward the kitchen to help the others bring out the plates of food.

While they were waiting to be served Sarah noticed that in a far corner of the room a small group had gathered around a large, buxom woman who was clad in loose fitting cotton pajamas. A leather harness was being arranged under her arms and between her legs. Overhead a hook was descending on a chain attached to an electric wench. In the middle of the chain was a large disc that appeared to be some kind of scale.

"What's going on over there?" she asked.

"That's Amanda about to be weighed," explained Ian. "Amanda came to us three months ago weighing in at an unattractive 250 pounds. She asked us to take charge of her life and force her to lose 100 pounds. In return she promised to be totally submissive and do whatever we told her. We give her a special diet and once a week we bring her here and hoist her up to display her weight publicly. If she has lost at least three pounds from the previous week she is rewarded with a good switching through her pajamas, and then she gets to go under a table and suck on a cock or two, which she absolutely loves. If she cheats on her diet and exercise and doesn't lose weight, she is banished to her room and misses out on the fun."

"Amazing," said Sarah. "This place is full of surprises."

Ian and Isaac laughed. "As they say in the U.S. Army, our goal is help people be all they can be, in every way."

As he spoke, four sexy young women came to their table and put plates down in front of each of them. Throughout the dining room conversation and laughter died down as the members were served and began savoring the delicious chicken and pasta. The servants were busy refilling wine and water glasses and kept their eyes averted to show their humility. Joyce paced around the dining area spanking the legs and asses of those who seemed a bit slow.

Everyone was just finishing when the door opened and Adam marched in. Behind him came Elizabeth, being dragged with a chain that was attached to her leather collar. She was dressed in a short shift, with the clear implication that she had nothing on under it. Her eyes still spoke of defiance, in spite of the fact that her hands were tied behind her and she was being led to the holes in the kitchen wall with the sign above them that read "Punishment Stocks."

"Ah, I see the entertainment is about to begin," exclaimed Ian. "Elizabeth is going to receive the second half of her punishment."

The room was quiet as Ian spoke to Adam. "How did she do this afternoon?" he asked.

"Not bad," he said. "But I think perhaps she enjoyed herself a little too much. I gave her quite a work out, and she always seemed ready for more."

"That's my Elizabeth," laughed Ian. "Take her to the kitchen and put her head through the hole. I want to see that smirk wiped off her face."

Adam led Elizabeth through the swinging doors into the kitchen, and a moment later her head was thrust through the hole so that she was looking at the people in the dining room. Slowly the hole closed on her neck like an iris shutting out light, imprisoning her head in place. Then her hands appeared in the small holes on either side of her head. Again the holes closed, clamping her wrists so that she could not pull her arms back.

For a minute nothing happened. Elizabeth looked around the room and actually smiled at people at a few of the tables. Suddenly all at once her eyes opened wide and she took a deep breath. Everyone could imagine that someone in the kitchen was pulling up the shift and exposing her body, from her neck to her toes. She tensed, stiffening like a patient in the dentist chair just before the drill begins its work.

"Oweeeee......." Her scream followed the unmistakable noise of a strap hitting flesh. Tears formed in her eyes and she bit her lip, expecting another blow. But there was only the sound of laugher from the kitchen. One could imagine her dancing around on the little platform she was forced to stand on.

Ian whispered to Sarah. "The beauty of this show is that we can all imagine what we like about what is going on in the kitchen. Only Elizabeth knows for sure, and even she doesn't know who is doing what."

As he spoke, Elizabeth began to squirm in the stocks, clenching and unclenching her fists. Something was being done to her, but whether it was pain or pleasure was hard to tell.

"Nooooo......not there............please.............ohhhh............"

Isaac had his arm around Camille and was pinching her nipple through her dress. "This is the part I like," he said. "She is completely at the mercy of unknown persons. Would you like me to put you in the stocks, darling Camille?"

"God no..."

"Then get under the table and show me you love me," he said.

Sarah watched Camille drop to the floor and crawl under the table. At the same time out of the corner of her eye, she saw Joyce slip along the wall and enter the kitchen. Ian saw it too and smiled at Sarah.

"Joyce will warm her up and then a few of the cooks will have a go at her."

"How long will she be kept there?"

"Not all that long. She has had a hard day. I will tell them to release her in an hour or so."

An hour or so? Good god, thought Sarah.

"Now Sarah, I think it is time you joined Camille under the table. I need some attention too. Camille can show you a few tricks."

Ian's expression did not allow for any resistance, and Sarah scrambled to get under the table. The long table cloth was like a tent, making the area dark and stuffy, with a pronounced sexual scent in the musty air. Camille had already opened Isaac's pants and was holding his cock in front of her open mouth. When she saw that Sarah was joining her, she smiled and waved the big cock at her.

"Want to help me with this?" she asked.

"I think I am supposed to do Ian. You are supposed to show me some tricks."

"Sure. But you will have to do Isaac too. I know my Isaac likes variation, and he will love my training you to do him. You can begin by opening Ian's pants."

Ian had stretched out his legs to make himself accessible. Still with the upward pressure from his cock on his zipper it was difficult for Sarah to get it to move.

"Silly girl," laughed Camille between licks of Ian's stiffness. "Push his cock down to free the zipper."

Sarah put her hand on the throbbing bulge and pushed. She could not believe how big and powerful it felt. It was thrilling to know that Ian was so turned on knowing she was the one playing with him under the table. The zipper finally moved and the dark rod sprang out.

"My god. look at that thing!" Sarah exclaimed.

"Yea I know. He's almost as big as Isaac," agreed Camille. "Here you take Isaac for a minute and I'll show you how to make it grow even bigger."

The women moved around so that Camille could get her mouth up between Ian's open thighs. Sarah wrapped her soft hand around Isaac's cock and squeezed it gently. He sensed that he was being touched by a new, softer hand, and Sarah heard him suck in his breath.

Camille heard it too, but she continued with her demonstration on Ian. "First you need to tease it with just the very tip of your tongue. Start low on the underside and then go slowly up to the tip...like this..."

"My goodness," exclaimed Sarah. "How do you maintain contact with it jumping around so?"

"That's a good sign," laughed Camille, leaning back until the wagging cock in front of her settled down. "A twitching cock is a happy cock. Let him alone for a few seconds until he craves being touched again. Then lick him in a different place, like this......."

Camille took the head of Ian's cock gently between her fingers and lifted it so that she could get her tongue down low on his balls. As she licked him she rubbed her fingers back and forth on the ultra sensitive cap.

"Ahhh...."

From up above them they heard Ian's deep voice penetrating the table top.

"Goddd......that girl really knows how to do it. Isaac, I am going to have to borrow her after you leave." 

Isaac smiled. "Be my guest. I kind of like what I'm feeling too -- the exploratory touch of an innocent hand. I'll trade you women so we can both get some variety."

"Variety is the name of the game at Manor House," gasped Ian as Camille did yet another highly stimulating thing under the table. "Speaking of which, I think we should do one of the waitresses while our girls are busy under the table. I really liked the cut of that girl Greta."

"You mean the one that Camille smeared with butter?"

"Yea, she responded well and she has a great ass. I see her standing over there waiting for orders."

"Well get her over here, and I'll lick that butter out of her."

Ian called to Joyce. "Joyce, we have some unfinished business with Greta. Bring her over here and clear everything off of our table."

Chapter 19 -- After Dinner at the Manor House

All around the dining room people were beginning to engage at sexual activities. Joyce had been busy delivering sometimes reluctant waiters and waitresses to members who called for them. Several women were draped on their stomachs across the laps of well dressed men, who were alternately spanking and caressing them. Elizabeth was still in the stocks, and every few minutes would scream as some new indignity was done by an unknown person in the kitchen.

From under the table Sarah could see legs moving and hear the sounds of pain and pleasure. It thrilled her to be there and to feel the warm, throbbing dark cock in her hand. She wanted to learn all of Camille's tricks so that she could please John when he returned, and so that she could divert Ian from being too hard on her in the meantime.

"Here she is," announced Joyce, holding Greta's arm behind her back and prodding her ass so hard that the poor girl was stumbling in her high heels.

"You'll have to help us," said Ian. "You see both Isaac and I are locked into our chairs by some activity going on under the table. We want Greta on her back on the table so we can play with her without moving from our positions."




The Manor House Ch. 02



Camille chose that moment to take Ian's cock deep into her throat. " Ohhhhhh..... my godddd.... do thatttt.... again..." Ian squirmed and leaned way back in his chair.

Joyce laughed and pushed Greta face down on the table. "She can clean up these dishes later," she said as she swept all the items on the table off onto the floor. Sarah saw dishes and glasses breaking all around her. Joyce was someone definitely not to be messed with.

"Up on your ass sweet pea," said Joyce, turning Greta and lifting her hips to sit her on the table. "That's it, now lie down on your back while I swing your legs up... like so...."

Greta was now on her back between Ian and Isaac. Her short dress had ridden up to just below her bare pussy. Joyce held her arms down over her head.

"Do you want me to tie her?" she asked.

"Yes," said Ian. "But just her arms. We want to be able to swing her legs and hips around into different positions. Isaac and I want to recover some butter that was wasted earlier."

Hearing that Greta seemed to struggle more, but they all knew it was faked. She just wanted to be tied and made helpless while they had their way with her pussy. But Joyce responded forcefully by removing a Velcro strap from around her waist and using it to bind Greta's wrists together. She then secured the end of the strap to one of the table legs.

"There you are gentlemen. Your desert is served. I hope you enjoy it. Mind if I have a look under the table?"

"Go right ahead," said Ian. "Camille is giving lessons to Sarah."

Joyce knelt down and took in the scene below. Both women looked at her but kept playing with the cocks in their hands. Sarah was rolling Isaac's cock against her cheek like she was applying makeup.

"You're learning fast," said Joyce. "Let's see if I can encourage you a bit."

With that she reached her hand under the table and with uncanny accuracy closed her fingers on Sarah's nipple.

"Ouch......" yelled Sarah as Joyce pinched her.

"Don't drop that cock," warned Joyce. Sadistically she pinched and pulled on Sarah's nipple to make sure she felt it. "You better hope that Ian doesn't turn you over to me for some real training."

Finally she let go and stood up. Ian had pulled Greta's legs toward him and spread them so that he was looking down at her bare pussy, which was now only partially covered by her dress. He could see the yellow smudges from the big piece of butter that Camille had left there. Greta had not dared to remove it. Now it was like a magnet attracting Ian's tongue.

"Ahhhh..... ohhhhhh.... ehhh...", Greta moaned and twisted as Ian began to lick at the butter.

Watching this Isaac was getting hotter and needing more stimulation from Sarah. He reached under the table and grabbed her hair, holding her in place as he fed his cock into her mouth. "Suck me deep now, bitch.," he growled, and Sarah relaxed to let the big black cock go down her throat. After a few seconds her gag response tried to push it out, but Isaac held her firm, enjoying the spasms in her throat that were gripping him. When he finally released her she fell back gasping and sucking in air, truly afraid for the first time.

"Don't worry," said Isaac. "I would not let you pass out. Part of your training is to learn to trust. Now get back to work on my cock. You are a real amateur compared to Camille."

Ian took in what was going on between Isaac and Sarah, but he did nothing to interfere. It was good for Sarah. And he was very busy running up Greta's temperature and enjoying what Camille was doing under the table. The butter was almost all gone now. His mouth and tongue were harvesting pure Greta juice. To stimulate more production he was probing her ass with a slippery finger tip, getting it to open up for a thrust of his long middle finger at just the right moment, the moment when he was going to catch her clit between his tongue and teeth. She was almost ready.

"Don't let her cum," said Isaac. "It's my turn."

Ian laughed and leaned back. "She's very close," he said. "One lick in the right place will put her over the top. By the way, there's hardly any butter left."

Reaching over with his huge hand, Isaac grabbed Greta's ankle and spun her on the table so that her pussy was under his face. "Suck me good Sarah," he said loudly. "When Greta cums I am going to fill your mouth with the good stuff."

Sarah could imagine what was happening on the table top, and it drove her crazy. To have Ian lick butter out of your pussy must feel wonderful. Now Isaac was going to be lapping up the remaining film. Goddd..... The thought made her attack Isaac's cock with new eagerness. She was sucking and rolling her tongue on the head when she heard Greta start to moan, much louder than before.

"Ohhhh... ahhhhh...... yesssss....... yesss...... YESSSSSSS"

A moment later Isaac's cock stiffened and began to pump charge after charge into Sarah's mouth.

"Don't you dare spill a drop," he groaned. She held on with her lips and did her best. But there was so much of it, coming so fast, that a few globs got away from her and fell on the floor. Camille was watching and hated seeing another woman giving her man such pleasure. She would make this new girl pay for what she was doing.

"Sarah refused to swallow!" she reported loudly.

Sarah was horrified. "I did not! I just couldn't do it fast enough. I thought you were my friend."

"You failed to obey my Master Isaac's command. Friend or no friend, it is my duty to report you."

"What's this?" barked Ian. "Sarah refusing to swallow when she was specifically told to do so? I would be a poor trainer if I did not take her to task for that."

The tone of his voice told Sarah that he was angry and that she was going pay a high price for letting that little dollop get away.

"Get up here right now!"

She scrambled out from under the table, frantically trying to straighten her dress and pull it down. Camille remained under the table and kept teasing Ian's cock. She knew if she kept him stimulated his lust would make him be tougher on Sarah. That girl had to learn to stay away from her Isaac.

"Stand here beside me....no, come closer....that's it. I want to strip that black dress off of you, and I'm finding it inconvenient to move right now."

Sarah put her hip right up against his shoulder and waited. He shifted in his chair only slightly as he reached behind her and pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress. It fell off of her shoulders and landed in a heap at her feet. Suddenly she was on display in only her red bra and matching boy shorts, her curves accented by the four inch heels.

"There, that should draw some attention," said Ian. He pulled a yellow ribbon out of his pocket and showed it to her. "Now for the next few hours you are going to wear this yellow ribbon instead of your red one. Just like Greta, you will have to make yourself fully available to whoever wants to play with you, and you will have to do whatever they want. I daresay there are a number of men and women here tonight who will want to spank you and fuck you."

"Please Ian.... no more today. I'm so sore already."

Ian's mouth twisted into a cruel smile. "Too bad. This will teach you to be more diligent in following orders." He tied the yellow ribbon around her wrist and jerked the red one out of her hair.

Meanwhile Isaac was leaning back in his chair with Greta still spread out on her back on the table in front of him. He was keeping her stimulated by idly rubbing her tits through her blouse. The sight of a nearly naked Sarah was hastening his recovery, and the yellow ribbon offered him a chance to do what he had been wanting to since he met her.

"Just my luck," he said. "The yellow ribbon goes on right after I shot my wad."

"No worries," said Ian. "She can sit on your lap and suck on Greta's tits while you regain your strength."

Camille heard this from her position under the table and winced. This was not what she wanted. Ian was supposed to take Sarah off to a dungeon and punish her, not make her available to Isaac. She let her feelings be known by giving Ian's cock a hard pull.

"Ouch...." laughed Ian. "I don't think Camille likes my little plan."

"Camille has to learn her place too," said Isaac. "Come here little Sarah and sit on me."

Reluctantly Sarah climbed on his lap, sitting sideways with her inviting thighs stretched out under Isaac's gaze. Her legs ended up slightly parted, and her loose-fitting panties gaped open. Isaac was playful as he slid a hand slowly up her thigh and into the opening.

"You heard Ian," he said. "Open Greta's shirt and suck on her nipples...that's it..."

Greta was still tingling from the fantastic orgasm that Isaac had given her. She was not at all averse to having her tits stimulated by the soft, innocent-looking lips that were closing in on one engorged nipple.

"Ohh... that's goood..... a little harder...... yes......"

Sarah had just captured Greta's nipple between her teeth when the tips of Isaac's fingers reached their destination under her panties. He pressed them lightly against the wet surface, teasing her.

"Ahhh....," Sarah's head came up and she looked directly into his smiling eyes. She knew he desired her and she wanted him to take her to his bed. The thought of parading around the dining room and being accosted after all she had been through that day was terrifying. Maybe she could get Isaac to rescue her.

"Isaac, sir, I want you to fuck me. I want to feel that big cock deep inside me. But I am so tired. Please just take me to your bed for the night. I will do whatever you want. And tomorrow I will do it again."

"A tempting offer, but what about Camille?" She may not like that."

"Camille will be with us. I will be good to her too. She is mad at me right now and can punish me if she wishes. She loves you and I am sure she will want you to have pleasure."

"Yes. This could be good for her. She has become a bit too possessive of me lately. I have to keep reminding her that her job is to please me, and if I want another woman, she has to accept that and be supportive. She could even help me get the most out of you. There is no need for her to be jealous, because as long as she meets my needs she will be my special sub."

Listening to this while still fingering Ian's cock, Camille knew that Isaac was right. Sharing whatever Isaac wanted instead of trying to keep him for herself was the best way to insure that he would stay with her.

Isaac looked at Ian. "Do you have any problem with this plan?"

"Not at all. There will be many nights when Sarah can strut around the dining room in her sexy underware. Tomorrow she will begin her regular job as a waitress. It's probably better if her body is not over-taxed today."

"Good. Can I take Camille away now, or do you want to keep her under the table for a while more?"

Ian laughed. "No, take her away. It's time for me to go get poor Elizabeth out of the stocks and give her some comfort. She will warm my bed tonight, and I'll bet she doesn't whine or complain a bit."

They all got up from the table, and Isaac helped Camille get to her feet. Only Greta remained, lying on her back with her wrists still tied together and secured to the table leg. Her bare tits poked through her open shirt, looking as vulnerable as her still exposed pussy.

"What about me?" she wailed.

"Don't worry," said Ian. "I am sure someone will find you and eventually let you go."

Chapter 20 - Isaac Has His Way with Sarah and Camille

Isaac grasped Sarah's wrist with one hand, and Camille's with the other, and led them out of the dining room. When he reached the stairs he pushed them in front of him so he could admire their asses as they ascended.

"We'll go to my room," he said as he palmed each of the rounded mounds in front of him. "You two are going to show me a good time; then we will all sleep there together."

Camille protested. "We don't need her. I know what you like. She will just be in the way."

"I can see you need more training Camille. A good sub never questions her master's desires. You will be taught a lesson tonight."

Neither girl said anything more as he ushered them along the hallway to his room. He unlocked the door and flipped on the lights. For the first time Sarah saw what a typical member's room looked like. While no where near as grand as Ian's, it was spacious and luxurious. A king-sized bed was in an alcove to the side, leaving a large sitting area that contained a couch, several stuffed chairs, a couple of tables, and a big screen television. There were also some sinister looking wooden benches and frames. A door at the back presumably led to a bathroom.

"Welcome to my humble quarters," he said to Sarah. "Your friend Camille has been here many times. You may get to enjoy it only once, because I know Ian is going to put that red ribbon back on you before John returns. In fact John will probably not be pleased that Ian has given you to me tonight, but that's not my concern."

Isaac left them standing looking at each other while he turned and locked the door. There was a loud click as the dead bolt slid into place. He removed the key and dropped it into his pocket.

"Now no one can leave unless I approve," he laughed. "Come here Camille."

Camille had never seen him like this. Usually with her he was forceful but gentle. Now she sensed that he was showing off in front of Sarah, demonstrating his power. She regretted having given him an excuse to punish her. Slowly she approached him, her head down.

"Look at me bitch," he growled. His hand shot up and grabbed her hair, lifting her face and bending her neck back until she was looking up at him.

SLAP

Holding her hair with one hand he had slapped her cheek with the other, not hard enough to bruise her, but with enough force to sting and turn her head.

"AWWOH.....", she wailed as tears welled up in her eyes.

"You know I will enjoy fucking Sarah, but instead of helping me, you whine and protest. All of your training seems to have been forgotten. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry...I will not do it again.....I will help you take your pleasure with Sarah. What do you want me to do?"

"Not good enough. Before I let you help me I am going to turn you over to Sarah to be punished. It will be good for you and Sarah will learn some punishment techniques."

With that he dragged her over to one of the wooden frames and bent her over the padded bar. He easily held her in place with his grip on her hair while he motioned to Sarah to come help him.

"Use those Velcro cuffs on the legs of the frame to tie her ankles. That's it."

"I can't get the other one," Sarah said. "Her ankle is too far from the frame."

"Spread your legs, Camille," he barked as he jerked her hair. "Don't make it hard for Sarah."

"Noooo.....please...." She protested but let Sarah pull her leg to the side to secure it to the frame.

"Now for her hands. Come over here and put a cuff on each wrist. Good. Now clip those little chains onto the cuffs so we can pull her arms out."

Sarah completed her tasks and stood back as Isaac adjusted the chains. Although still clothed, Camille was in a most vulnerable position. Her ass was in the air with her legs spread. Her breasts were in the open part of the frame, ready to hang free when her clothes were removed. She could lift and turn her head, but that made her seem all the more helpless.

Casually Isaac reached down and pulled Camille's dress up over her hips. Except for the thinnest of bikini panties and her high heels, she was now naked from the waist down. He spoke to Sarah.

"There. She's ready for whatever we wish to do to her. I am going to show you how to properly punish a sub like Camille. This is an essential part of your training, and will prepare you for what will inevitably happen to you."

"I think it already has," said Sarah.

"Ha. What you have experienced so far is only the introduction. You will be surprised at all the things we over-sexed men can come up with. But there are some basic principles."

Sarah felt herself getting excited by his words and by seeing Camille stretched out in front of them with her ass twitching in anticipation. It was a strange feeling. Isaac's size and dark skin made him seem so powerful and primitive. The way he looked at her made her heart beat faster.

"The most important thing is that the sub must be forced to give up all control," said Isaac as he lightly ran his fingers over Camille's panty covered ass. "This is usually accomplished by applying a combination of pain and pleasure while the sub's movements are restrained."

"But surely a woman can retreat emotionally into herself in spite of what is being done to her body. In that way can't she still feel in control?"

"An excellent question, and the reason why another element must be present," he explained. "The sub, woman or man, must trust the master is not going to cause them permanent physical harm. Subs must feel that what is being done to them is under control and being carefully matched to their limits and needs. Then they will not be fearful and can let themselves go."

"Is that true in all cases?"

Isaac smiled at her and took her hand in his, placing it on Camille's ass. Together they stroked her.

"Not everyone is turned on by being sexually submissive. But for those who are, like Camille here, it is universal. Right Camille?"

"Ohh god...yes it's true....."

Sarah heard the excitement in her voice. She turned to Isaac. "Do you think she is turned on by just being this position?"

He laughed. "Why don't you check? Just slip your finger under the edge of those panties."

"Nooo.....don't let her......I don't want her to.....", wailed Camille.

Isaac stared hard at Sarah, letting her know she had no choice. Reluctantly she put two fingers on the inside of Camille's bare thigh and slid them upward. When her fingertips went under the loose-fitting panties her fingers slid forward like skis on powder, only the powder was not cold but hot.

"Ohhhhh.....goddddd....make her stop....."

But Sarah did not stop. Her hand seemed to have a mind of its own, moving further under the thin covering to explore the warm wetness. She wiggled her fingers and sought out the nubbin at the end of the slick path.

Camille's hips bucked and a low moan came from deep in her throat.

"That's enough for now," said Isaac. "I don't want her coming before I'm ready."

"She wanted to be punished like this, didn't she?" said Sarah as she withdrew her hand.

"Of course she did. But she was also genuinely jealous of my wanting to sleep with you tonight. She knows I will have other women, and she is both excited and repelled by the thought. It's part of her feminine instinct to want to keep the alpha man for herself."

"I love the way she is squirming and twisting on your frame," observed Sarah. "It's like she's asking for it."

"Yes, the frame is designed so that the woman can move, but not protect her body from the whims of the master. I like to gradually remove the woman's clothes as I torture and tease her. Before we are through Camille will be jerking around so much the frame will be bouncing on the floor."

"Will you fuck her in the frame?" Sarah was surprised at herself for asking such a question.

Isaac smiled and matched her frankness. "Maybe, maybe not. After all I want to save myself for you. I can't wait to feel my cock in your tight young pussy."

Sarah shuddered and a surge of moisture added to her already soaked panties.

"Now we will proceed," he said. "Under the couch you will find a large flat box full of toys. Get it and bring it here."

With no hesitation Sarah did as he ordered. The box was an open plastic container, three feet long, two feet wide, and about six inches deep. Laid out inside were all kinds of whips, paddles, and sex toys. She placed it on the floor beside Camille.




The Manor House Ch. 02



"I like to start with the crop," he said. "Hand me that long black one. It is flexible and doesn't hurt as much as the cane or tawse."

"Which one is the tawse?" asked Sarah as she passed him the crop.

"It's the double-ended strap with the handle, very effective on the thighs and ass from a few feet away. But it's not as accurate as the crop or cane."

"What is this wicked looking little thing with multiple thongs on the end?"

"Aren't you the curious one?" he laughed. "It's called a martinet, great for stinging sensitive areas around the pussy and nipples. You will be using it on Camille after I get her warmed up."

Camille did not like what she was hearing. "Don't let her use that thing on me...for god's sake Isaac...she will hit me too hard...."

WHAPP

Isaac responded by bringing the crop down hard across Camille's ass. "Don't tell me what to do. Pull down her panties, Sarah; I am going to give her a good spanking."

Sarah grabbed the panties and managed to get them down to the tops of Camille's thighs, where her spread legs held them tightly stretched. Isaac took aim with the crop and began a two stroke rhythm on Camille's flesh—a light tap followed by a hard slap.

TAP WHAPP TAP WHAPP TAP WHAPP

"Owhhhhhh....arggghhhh..."

Isaac ignored her cries and continue spanking her for a long minute, hitting the backs of her thighs as well as her ass. Camille was sobbing openly, and it was obvious to Sarah that she was feeling real pain. Finally he stopped.

"It's important to build up the pain quickly," he explained to Sarah. "That way she will know how much it is going to hurt if she resists. Now take that pair of scissors and cut away her panties."

"That's going to ruin such nice panties," observed Sarah, but she hurried to do what Isaac had ordered.

"We consume a lot of expensive underware at the Manor House," he said with a chuckle. "And in this case we will probably also ruin her dress when we free up her tits."

A few snips of the scissors was all it took to make the panties fall away. Isaac then gestured toward Camille's chest. Sarah cut the straps that held the bodice, exposing Camille's breasts in her push up half bra. Getting a nod from Isaac, Sarah undid the rear clasp on the bra, letting it spring open and fall away.

Camille's ample tits hung down, swinging slightly from side to side as she twitched trying to relieve the burning on her ass. The nipples were extended, long and stiff, and pointed at the floor.

"Here use this on her tits while I relieve some of the stinging on her ass," said Isaac. He handed Sarah an old fashioned fly swatter that was in his toy box. It had a wire handle and a rough fabric flap on the end. Isaac liked to use it on hanging tits, slapping them and dragging the fabric across the nipples. The effect was always dramatic.

"Like this?" asked Sarah. She was kneeling beside the frame and lightly tapping the nearest breast.

"No. Come up from the bottom. That's it....only harder. Now alternate from one to the other."

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

"Owwwww..... godddddddd....... ahhhhhhhhh....'

"This will make you feel better," said Isaac. Taking a bottle from the toy box, he dribbled some lotion on Camille's bare skin and began lightly rubbing her. Sarah watched while she kept tormenting Camille's tits.

SLAP SLAP SLAP

"Let's see how she's coming along," he said. "Hold up a minute." Slowly he moved his lotion covered fingers up between her legs and onto her pussy.

"Ohhh....godddd.....Isaac........"

"Are you ready to be a good girl now?" he asked playfully as a finger entered her.

"Yessss....godddd....yes.....whatever you want......."

"I want you to help me fuck Sarah. Are you ready to do that?"

"Yess....yessss....anything. Just don't let her use the martinet on my tits."

"But I promised her."

"Nooooo.....'

"What did you say?" His fingers were moving.

"Ohhhh.....all right....if that's what you want......"

"I think I will let her use it on your ass first, seeing as how you are in such a good position. Come here Sarah."

Sarah was breathing hard, fully aroused by being a part of this scene. Eagerly she took the martinet out of the box and stood beside Isaac.

"Now her ass is already sensitized, so you don't have to hit her too hard," he said. "You can practice on her ass and thighs to get the feeling of the whip. Then you will know how to apply it to her tits."

WHAP The thongs came down across Camille's ass.

"OHHHHHH....' she screamed.

Isaac laughed. "Nice one. But do it with more of a flicking motion. The handle is springy, so you can pull back on the thongs and then let them go."

Whappp

"That's it. Now practice your aim. See if you can get one of the thongs to go up between her legs."

Whapp Whapp Whapp

Just as Isaac had predicted Camille was throwing her body from side to side and making the frame bounce on the floor. The little thongs were finding her most sensitive spots.

Whapp Whapp

"Very good," said Isaac. "Now I'll show you how we can use this magic frame to reposition her so you can do her tits."

He reached under the frame and released several catches. Then he took a crank from the toy box and inserted it in into a metal gear. When he turned the crank the frame rose and pivoted, so that Camille was now held vertically, with her arms stretched out to the side and her legs remaining spread and locked into place. Except for the padded bar across her stomach, her body was completely exposed, front and back.

"Amazing," said Sarah.

"One of our engineer members designed it," said Isaac. "Many of the rooms have one."

"Ohhh godddd....." moaned Camille. She had been in this position before and knew how vulnerable she was.

"Stand in front of her and flick her tits with the martinet," said Isaac. "I am going to distract her by doing few things back here. The combination of pleasure and pain will drive her up the wall."

Sarah took aim with the little whip and began to flick the thongs over Camille's thrusting tits. Isaac had pulled up a little stool and was sitting behind her with easy access to her ass and pussy. He had a vibrator in each hand and was slowly inserting them in her two holes.

"Ahhhhhh..... ooooohhhhh........ shiiiiiittttt..... godddddddd.... yessssssss...."

The frame was shaking from side to side as Camille threw her body around. Both vibrators were fully inserted and driving her crazy. When a thong caught her nipple squarely on the point, she went over the top in a spasm of ecstasy.

"Ahhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhh ........."

Isaac turned off the vibrators but left them in place as he stood and went to Sarah. He took the martinet from her and turned her face up so that he could kiss her. With a sigh she put her arms around his neck and offered her lips. The scene had aroused her to the point where she thought the slightest touch could make her cum. 

Standing directly in front of Camille so that she could see everything, Isaac first licked Sarah's lips and then pushed his tongue into her willing mouth. His hands found her ass and pulled her into his hardness. Camille watched and continued to take deep breaths.

Sarah was ready to pull up her dress and have Isaac fuck her right then, but he had other ideas. He turned and released Camille from the frame, giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

"You did well," he said. "Now you will fulfill your promise and help me fuck this delicious creature. Undress her for me."

Slowly, piece by piece, Camille stripped Sarah of all her clothes. Her young body was taught and ripe, and Camille could see why Isaac wanted her. They both ran their hands over Sarah, probing and testing, making her even wetter. Camille let her fingers drift over Sarah's pussy.

"She's very ready," she said to Isaac.

"I know," he said. "Now take off my clothes."

He continued to kiss and fondle Sarah as Camille removed his shirt and pants. When she pulled down his shorts his cock sprang forward making Sarah gasp. She couldn't resist wrapping her soft hand around it and feeling its strength. Her body was shivering in anticipation. Even without being spanked or whipped she was ready to give Isaac complete control over her.

Isaac stepped out of his crumpled clothes and carried Sarah over to a chair, where he sat down with her on his lap facing out. She marveled at how effortlessly he lifted and carried her. Who was she to be able to resist that kind of strength and lustful determination? Her only course was to give herself over to whatever he wanted. It was his right, and it fit like a key in a lock with her desire.

She leaned her naked body back against his and stretched out her legs. The front of her body was on display for him as he looked over her shoulder.

"Put your hands back behind my neck," he said. "Arch your body and open your legs."

Taking a deep breath Sarah did as he ordered. The result was a tautening of her body that elevated her breasts and pussy to more prominence. She was aware of Camille's eyes on her, probably wondering if she would look as good as Sarah in that position.

Isaac also noticed Camille's interest and decided to inflict one more humiliation on her. "Come over here, Camille, and kneel down in front of us. I want you to lick Sarah's pussy until she can't stand it and starts begging for my cock."

Camille sighed but did as she was instructed. Sarah parted her thighs to let the older woman put her head in place to lick her. The sensations of Camille's tongue and Isaac's hardness pushing against her crack from underneath were exquisite.

"Ummmmm...... that's niiiiiiiice..... yesssss......."

Starting low between her legs, Camille slowly drew her tongue upward, lightly licking the moist groove between her lips, until finally reaching the hard little bump of her clit, where the tip of her tongue did a dance. Then she lowered her head and repeated the process, again, and again. She knew from having the same thing done to her that Sarah would cum in short order from this kind of stimulation, especially since Isaac was teasing her nipples and rolling them between his fingers and thumbs at the same time.

"Ahhhh.... I can't take much moooore... OHHH... I need your cock, Isaac. Please... please.. FUCK ME."

Seeing her capitulation and feeling her squirm on his lap had brought Isaac's cock to a state of hardness he had not experienced in a long time. He was more than ready.

"Now Camille. Put my cock in her pussy."

In a high state of excitement herself, Camille slid her fingers under Sarah and took her man's cock in her hand. When Isaac lifted Sarah's hips, she positioned the stiff cock at Sarah's entrance and held it as Isaac lowered the girl until she was fully impaled.

"Ohhhhh.... it's soooo big.... I can't take it..."

"You already have," laughed Isaac. "Now hump me with that tight little pussy. Keep licking her, Camille."

Up and down Sarah moved, with Camille's mouth following. With the combination of the tongue on her clit and the huge cock in her pussy she didn't last long. Neither did Isaac, and they exploded together.

"Whooaaaa... yesssss..... ahhhhh .. ohhhhh..... ummmm..."

Camille sat back on her haunches and watched as the two lovers relaxed against each other. She had fulfilled her promise and felt satisfied. It wasn't so bad sharing Isaac after all.

Chapter 21 -- Sarah Starts Her New Job

Sarah spent a fairly restful night in bed with Isaac and Camille. They were all too exhausted to play anymore, but Isaac enjoyed his position in the sandwich between two naked women. His hands always seemed to come to rest on a round breast or ass cheek.

The sun was just lightly painting the bedroom wall when Camille awoke to the soft sound of Sarah's moans. Isaac's was on his side facing Sarah, with his arm moving slowly back and forth. It was clear that he was finger fucking her.

"Ahhh... ohhhh..." 

Not wanting to be left out, Camille reached over Isaac's hips and found his cock. At first it was only semi hard, but it grew rapidly as she massaged it. She knew from much experience how he liked to have the tip rubbed and squeezed in the early morning. At the same time she pushed the now rigid kernels of her nipples against his bare back.

"Nice," breathed Isaac. "But I want you to feel over here and see how hot and wet our friend Sarah is."

At this point Sarah was bucking her hips up and down against Isaac's hand. Camille put a hand on her stomach and slid it downward onto what felt like hot wet grass. She curled a finger tip against the prominent nub of Sarah's protruding clit.

"Ohhh..."

"My god, she is like a swamp!" laughed Camille. "What is the matter with you girl? Haven't you ever been finger fucked before?"

"I can't help it. It feels so gooood.."

Camille licked Isaac's ear and whispered, "Shall we bring her off?"

"No," he said. "John is coming back and will want her on edge. But I wanted you to see what a hot little bitch she is. Now I am going to fuck my favorite girl."

With that he removed his fingers from Sarah's pussy and rolled over to embrace Camille. She wasted no time in guiding his stiff cock into her. They were both highly aroused and came together within a minute, leaving poor Sarah moaning and rubbing herself.

Isaac added to her humiliation by climbing out of bed over her, dragging his slippery cock over her stomach in the process. "You have come a long way in a couple of days," he said to her. "John will be pleased."

"I had no idea of what I have been missing," responded Sarah. "It's like some primitive animal has been released inside me. I can't seem to get enough."

"Perfect," said Isaac. "You are the ideal new Manor House recruit. But now I have to get dressed on go back to my other life. You two can sleep some more."

"I'm too excited to sleep," complained Sarah.

Camille leaned over and took her in her arms. "Hush girl. Let's just lie here quietly for a while. You'll calm down. Take your hand away from your pussy and put your arms around me."

It did feel good to be held up against Camille's lush body, and Sarah gradually relaxed. When Isaac came out of the shower, they were both asleep. He left quietly and met Ian in the lobby on the way out.

"Thanks for sharing Sarah with me. She is one hot babe."

"My pleasure, Isaac," he said. "You helped me break her in. There's nothing like submitting to a big black man to help a newbie let go of her inhibitions. I know John will approve."

Isaac left and Ian spent the morning in his office dealing with various affairs of the mansion. Shortly before noon he went looking for Sarah to start her on her job in the dining room. He found her still in bed with Camille.

"Get up you lazy sluts," he laughed. "Isaac must have really worked you over. Sarah, you will find your uniform in your room. Get dressed and report for duty in the dining room. You are already late for serving lunch."

Sarah sat up and pointed her bare breasts at Ian. She was still horny and loved the way he was looking at her. She licked her lips.

"No you don't," he said grinning at her. "John is coming back tomorrow, and you are going to save all that heat for him. Put this red ribbon around your neck and don't take it off unless John tells you."

He tossed the ribbon on the bed and left them. Sarah picked it up and draped it around her neck like a scarf. "I guess I can wait 24 hours," she sighed.

When she returned to her room she found the waitress uniform laid out on her bed. It was typical of what the waitresses were required to wear. A tight, low cut bodice showed lots of cleavage, and the black mesh stockings with the short skirt invited exploring hands. Sarah knew that the waitressing job itself would be simple: hand out the menu, take the order, and deliver the food. It was the sexual feeling up and humiliation that went along with the job that would make it interesting and challenging.

Along side the uniform Sarah saw some special underware. The black half bra was reinforced on the bottom to shape the breasts and hold them high, and it was scoped out at the top to let the bare nipples protrude. A pair of black, loose fitting bikini panties went with the bra. A slit in the front seemed to invite an exploring finger. Examining the sexy clothes sent a shiver down Sarah's spine.

She took a quick shower and fixed her hair. Her bathroom had been supplied with all kinds of make-up, most of which she had no clue how to use. In her adventurous mood, however, she thought she should try highlighting her eyes. The result was somewhat overdone, but effective.

Standing in front of the full length mirror Sarah slowly put on her uniform, pausing after each item to admire her appearance. Whoever had designed the costume knew how to display a woman's body in the sexiest possible way. The skirt was just tight enough in the back to shape the contours of her ass, and the stockings and high heels added to the effect. Her breasts billowed out of the low cut top, which barely covered her unconfined nipples. 

It was time to go to the dining room. She was half way out the door when she remembered the red ribbon. 'My god," she thought. "If I start waitressing dressed like this without the ribbon I will be ravaged for sure." Back in front of the mirror she arranged the ribbon around her neck so that the ends covered her nipples. Of course she knew that twirling her body slightly would cause the ribbon to swing, playing hide and seek with her nipples. She smiled at the thought.

Ian was waiting for her at the dining room door. "You're late," he scowled. "But since you look good enough to eat and I am hungry I will defer any punishment."

He put his hand under her ass and lifted as he pushed her into the room. She stumbled forward on her high heels, drawing the attention of the twenty or so people already seated at the tables.

"I would like to introduce our newest waitress," announced Ian. "Her name is Sarah. My partner John found her and convinced her to join us. You will note John's red ribbon around her neck. As delicious as she is, I expect you all to honor the rules of the ribbon."

A chorus of laughter and exaggerated groans filled the room. One man stood up and pointed at Sarah. "I saw her leaving the dining room last night with Isaac, and there was no red ribbon. Unfair... Unfair.... "

Others took up the chant, and Sarah blushed. "Now, now," said Ian. "You all know that I can temporarily remove any red ribbon I wish." He paused and looked pointedly at a couple sitting together holding hands. The woman was dressed conservatively with a small red ribbon in her hair.

"But since John is due back tomorrow, Sarah's red ribbon will remain on. She shall remain pure as the driven snow. Now Sarah go the kitchen and get your assignment."

Still red in the face, Sarah hurried toward the kitchen. Ian looked again at the attractive woman with the little red ribbon. She turned her head shyly away, but her boyfriend nodded at Ian. It was a signal to begin a game that the man and Ian had played before.

The man, whose name was Harlan, would bring his highly sexed women friends to the Manor House to show them a side of life they were very curious about. If he judged that the woman was ready, he would subject her to some bdsm treatment, including sharing her with another man. Often it would bring out passions in the woman that surprised them both.

Ian pulled up a chair and sat next to the woman. Without saying a word, he reached up and untied the red ribbon in her hair. Her eyes grew wide as he removed the ribbon and held it in front of her face. 

"You are now free game," he said.

"Ohh.. I don't know... Harlan didn't say anything about this..."

"Don't worry, Barbara," said Harlan. "I am still with you. Ian just wants to enjoy 

looking at your beauty without that red light on your head."




The Manor House Ch. 02



"But...."

"There are no 'buts' here my dear," said Ian. "You have come to the Manor House of your own free will, knowing the kinds of place it is. You cannot leave until you are given a pass after lunch. Now just relax and enjoy a new experience."

With that Ian extended his hand and pinched her nipple through the jacket of her suit. He held on and watched her face as her expression went from surprise to tingling pain to arousal.

Harlan leaned back in his chair and smiled. "I guess Ian wanted to do a little more than just look at you," he said.

Meanwhile Sarah had gone into the kitchen and been told which tables she was to serve. She emerged carrying menus as the dining room filled with the luncheon guests. There were three other waitresses besides herself, plus one waiter. All the women were dressed in the same sexy uniform. The man wore dancer's tights and was bare chested.

Sarah passed out the menus at her three tables. At each table there were six to eight people, a mixture of men and women. The men all wore coats and ties, and most of the women were in business attire. However there were a few blatant exceptions. Four of the women were scantily clad in bikinis or short sun dresses, and two of them had their hands tied behind their backs. It was clear that these women were under the control of the man sitting next to them.

The diners pretended that they were in a normal restaurant and gave Sarah their orders. As she wrote the requests on her order pad there always seemed to be one or two hands up under her skirt. She did her best to ignore them, but it was very hard when a finger slipped in through the hole in her panties and teased her pussy. When she tried to back away, one of the men would scold her and remind her that she could be punished for being uncooperative.

After she had taken her last order an older woman diner spoke to her.

"Sarah, I want you to turn in our orders and then return with a bowl of ice cubes. I have an idea to improve your appearance."

The way the woman was looking at her Sarah knew she was in for some kind of torment. But she did as instructed, and in three minutes place the bowl of ice cubes in front of the woman.

"Very good," said the woman. "Now sit on my lap and put your hands behind you.

The woman was big and little Sarah had no trouble sitting on her lap. She captured Sarah's upper arms with one hand and squeezed them together.

"Now arch your back. Your costume is designed to show your nipples, but they are barely visible. I am going to change this."

With her arms pulled back, Sarah's chest was thrust forward. The woman picked up a large ice cube in her free hand. "Ahhh...." , Sarah gasped as the cold ice touched her through the thin fabric of her blouse.

Back and forth the woman slid the ice cube, wetting the fabric and making it cling to the rapidly puckering nipple. Sarah leaned back against the woman and gave in to the sensation. She let her legs fall open on either side of the woman's knees.

"Now the other one," said the woman.

All eyes at the table and the adjoining table were on what was happening to Sarah. Conversation had ceased. Knowing the effect her ordeal was having on the others added to Sarah's arousal. She closed her eyes and started taking deep breaths as the slippery, smooth, subzero, cube began working on her other nipple.

"Ohhhh.... it's so colddd..."

Both nipples were now extended to the maximum and swathed in wet, clinging cloth. Their rosy red color was clearly visible, making them look like cherries covered with white chocolate. 

The man sitting in the chair next to this scene could not contain himself. He leaned down and took one of the delicious looking morsels into his mouth. His teeth nipped it gently as his tongue worked over the tip. Then he began sucking like a puppy getting its first meal. At the same time he slid a hand under Sarah's skirt and onto her very accessible pussy

"Gaaawwwaaa...." Her hips began thrusting against the man's hand. The woman had to clamp down on her arms to hold her in position. From her rapid breathing and the sounds coming from her throat it was obvious she was building toward an orgasm.

"Aaaa ... Aaa .... Aaaaa.... AA.... AHHH...."

Suddenly Ian was standing beside them. He grabbed the man's hair and pulled his head up and off of the heaving breast. The man slumped back into his seat.

"That's enough!" Ian barked. "You are not respecting the red ribbon. No sex is permitted with women wearing the red unless I or their master orders it. Some women can tolerate the kind of thing you are doing to Sarah without going into sexual orbit, but obviously Sarah is not one of them."

The woman smiled and released Sarah's arms. The man looked sheepish and apologized to Ian. "Sorry. She looked so delicious and I got carried away."

Ian looked at Sarah, who was still breathing hard and holding her shoulders back in an invitation for more stimulation.

"That's certainly understandable," said Ian in a calmer voice. "Our Sarah is too sexy and too ready right now to be waitressing, red ribbon or no. If I am going to save her for John I am going to have to confine her to her room for the next 24 hours. Let's go Sarah."

Helped by a push from the woman Sarah got slowly to her feet. She had come down from her high and was embarrassed. Ian took her arm and led her out of the dining room. 

Chapter 22 John Returns

It was four o'clock the next afternoon when John walked into Ian's office. "I'm back," he said. "Did you miss me?"

Ian laughed. "I always miss you, partner. But I managed to keep myself amused while you were gone. Was your meeting successful?"

"Immensely so. I signed a contract that insures that my company will grow at least fifty percent next year, and most of that will be pure profit. I'm ready to celebrate."

"Excellent," said Ian. "I think you will be pleased with the progress I have made in training your friend Sarah. She is an extraordinary find--so innocent and yet so sexually hungry. I decided to by pass the maid job and put her right to work in the dining room, where her assets would be appreciated. However, I had to suspend her waitress activity because she almost got off from a little touching and feeling."

"Really? I guess I am not too surprised. She is the classic example of a highly sexed, repressed submissive who is put in a situation where she has nothing to lose by letting herself go. The question is, can she be trained to put her master's wishes ahead of her own needs."

"That remains to be seen. However she does follow commands without hesitation. I took off her red ribbon and gave her to Isaac and Camille two nights ago. Hope you don't mind. Since then she has not had sex, and I know she is hot for your return."

"I think I will keep her on the cusp for as long as I can," said John. "I love to get them stirred up and make them beg for it."

"Good idea. You will find her in her room. Let me know if you want any help."

John left Ian and took the stairs to his small suite. He wanted to unpack and prepare for his coming night with Sarah. Making her serve him was just what he needed to relieve the tension that he felt from his stressful business meetings. He wondered what exciting things Ian and Isaac had taught her while he was gone. 

Picking up the phone he called the kitchen. "Hello, this is John. I would like you to send dinner for two to my room at 7 pm. And include some flowers and a bottle of good champagne."

That taken care of he stripped off his clothes and went into the shower. The hot water felt so good on his body and he closed his eyes, imaging how sometime he would have Sarah wash him and then lick him dry while he lay in the sun on his balcony. Why so many men gave into social pressures and denied themselves the extreme sensual pleasures that life offered he could not understand. He knew that he and Ian were talked about in the local community and branded as libertines, or worse, but so what? One night with a Manor House submissive was worth suffering a hundred stares of disapproval in the local supermarket. Of course it helped that he wasn't married.

Not wanting to be restricted by clothing he put on his luxurious terry cloth robe and cinched it around his waist. The half sleeves came down to just below his elbow, leaving his hands and forearms bare and giving him freedom of movement. The soft fabric rubbed deliciously over his still damp skin. He was ready.

It was just 5 o'clock when he rang Sarah in her room. It was the first phone call she had received, and it startled her.

"Hel..lo.."

"Hello Sarah. This is John, come back to claim you."

"Oh John. I am so happy you are back. When can I see you?"

"Come to my room right now. It is on the third floor in the east wing, number 31."

"Yes sir, I will come straight away. I have been sitting in my room all day waiting for you."

John smiled and hung up without affirming her. He loved the sound of her voice and her eagerness, but he was determined to remain aloof. To become too attached would mean loss of control and having demands made on him. He would enjoy her, bend her to his will, but not let her become dependent or think she had any kind of exclusive position in his life.

In three minutes there was a soft knock on his door. He pulled it open and beckoned her in.

"Well look at you," he said. "All conservatively dressed like a female business executive."

"I wanted to look like the sophisticated women who come to lunch," she said, looking at him and noting how handsome and sexy he was in the white robe. "They seem so prim and proper but then reveal their true natures by doing unspeakable things to us poor waitresses. Kind of like me when you met me on the train and brought out what was smoldering inside me."

He wrapped his fingers in the buttons of her suit jacket and pulled her to him. She acquiesced and tilted her head back, her eyes never leaving his. After a long, savoring pause, he lowered his lips onto hers. They kissed fervently, letting each other feel their hunger. Finally John stepped back.

"It will be fun to strip you of this phony façade and turn you back into the sexy little servant girl that you are. But first, come sit with me on the couch. I want to hear all about your first days at the Manor House."

They sat close together on the soft couch. John arranged his robe to try to hide the huge erection that was threatening to burst forth. Her eyes sparkling, Sarah pretended to help him, but let her hand drag across the bulge in the robe.

"Stop that you minx," he laughed. "Or I will never get to hear the story. Besides, someone is bringing us dinner in a little while."

"Yes sir. If that is your wish."

"It is. Now what did Ian do to you after I left?"

"Well, I was very surprised and shocked when I got out of the shower and found that you had left. But Ian didn't give me any time to think about it. He was very commanding and forceful."

"What did he do?"

"He made me show him my tits and call him 'sir'. He played with them until my nipples got hard and I started to get aroused."

"Ahh so.. Like this?" John put his hand under her jacket and pinched a nipple through her blouse.

"Umm... yes... Then he talked about why I had been given an enema and described how he was going to fuck me in the ass."

Saying the words was having an affect on both of them. Sarah's breath was becoming ragged. He took her hand and laid it on his robe, right over his very stiff cock. She gave it a tentative squeeze and continued relating the story.

"He tied me to the bed with a big pillow under my stomach. I could not control my excitement and was forced to tell him how I felt as he did things to me. It was so humiliating."

"My friend Ian is very good at initiating new subs. What sort of things did he do to you?"

"He found this place in my pussy with his finger that I didn't know existed. When he touched me there I went into orbit. He used that to distract me as he put ever larger things in my ass to stretch me. Finally he fucked me in the ass at the same time he worked his finger and I had an incredible orgasm. She shuddered at the thought of how she had felt.

"Are you upset with me?"

"No, no my dear. It is what I expected would happen. Would you like to do it again, with me this time?"

"Oh.. I don't know. Ian was big, but not as big as you."

John's fingers clamped down hard on her nipple. "That's not the right answer," he snarled. "I see that your training is not yet complete."

Sarah gasped and realized her mistake. She was not supposed to indicate any reluctance to do what her master wanted.

"Ouch.... I'm sorry sir. Of course I want you to do whatever you wish with me."

"That's better. I would hate to have to whip you before dinner. Now feel me and tell me whether you would like me in your ass."

She took a deep breath and wrapped her fingers around the thick, long object under his robe. It seemed to grow in her hand.

"Uuuooo.. Yes sir. I want to be filled with this. I will open myself wide for you."

He laughed. "Okay. Now continue with your story. You can leave your hand there, but don't squeeze too much."

"After he pulled out Ian told me that I was very tight and that you were going to enjoy doing me that way. I asked him to untie me, but he refused and left me there on the bed with my ass in the air and a red ribbon on my toe.

"Very creative," said John. 

"I drifted off for a while, and then Camille came in. Isaac was with her. She said that Ian had sent her to release me and clean me up."

John smiled. "With Isaac there I'll bet the cleaning up was quite elaborate."

She blushed. "You would not believe. He made Camille do things to me to get me hot again. Then he used his finger to find that special place and send me over the top."

"I hope he honored the red ribbon."

"Oh yes. But he was so turned on he had to have relief, so he bent Camille over the bed and fucked her. I got carried away watching and kissed Camille while he did it."

"Excellent. I am delighted that you are getting a taste for women."

Once again Sarah blushed. She had enjoyed her sexual contacts with Camille more than she wanted to admit. Quickly she resumed her account.

"After that Camille took me to the beauty parlor and they cut my hair. Do you like it?"

"It makes you look older and more sophisticated, which I guess you are after a few days at Manor House. But yes, I like it. The way it frames your face brings out your beauty. I knew when I first saw you that the right hair, clothes, and makeup would transform you into a most desirable woman. I was not wrong."

His words gave her a warm feeling and a tingling in her stomach. She wanted very much to please him. Her hand on top of his robe slid up the length of his cock and cupped the end.

"I'm so glad you like me," she purred, rubbing her thumb lightly back and forth over the super sensitive tip.

"Ohh.. Where did you learn how to do that?"

She smiled. "Camille taught me. Ian told her to."

"That sounds like a scene. Tell me about it. But you'd better let up on massaging me; it feels too good."

"It was after dinner one night. Ian and Isaac made Camille and me get under the table and play with their dicks while they did things to one of the waitresses." 

The words came out of her mouth like she was talking about the weather, surprising herself that she could be so free with John. She batted her eyes playfully at him. His cock grew even harder in her hand.

"Those after dinner activities can get pretty wild," he said. "Was anyone put in the stocks?"

"Oh yes. Ian had been punishing Elizabeth all day and ended it by making her stand in the stocks all during dinner. She screeched and wailed something terrible. I couldn't imagine what those people in the kitchen were doing to her."

John had his arm around her shoulders. He pulled her tight against him and tilted her head up with his other hand under her chin. Her eyes were sparkling. The air between them seemed charged like just before a thunderstorm.

"I think you liked imagining those things. You like seeing women teased and tortured, don't you Sarah?"

"Oh god...yes...."

"And you like it being done to you too, don't you."

"Yesssss...."

He leaned down and drew his tongue across her lips. She relaxed against him and opened her mouth just a little, inviting him to put his tongue inside. But instead he took a finger and began to work it over her lips, first on the outside and then on he inside.

"Open your mouth," he ordered.

She did so and the finger went in and around the inside of her cheeks.

"There is no part of you that I can't explore," he whispered. "You are my sex toy, to be manipulated and used as I wish. I am going to do things to you and with you that are going to drive you crazy with desire. If you please me you will enjoy it. If not, I will turn you over to Ian for more severe training. Do you understand?"

"Aaahhh..."

He removed his finger and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Now tell me, did Isaac fuck you?"

"Oh John.. I had no choice. Ian took off the red ribbon and gave me to Isaac. Yes, he fucked me all right." 

"Ian wasn't supposed to do that. Did you like it? I know how big and demanding Isaac is."

"Yes...you know I liked it. I must have cum three times."

"What about Camille? Was she jealous?"

"She was at first. But Isaac put her in her place. At one point he had me whip her tits while he fucked her."

"Interesting. Maybe I will have her do that to you sometime while I fuck you."

"Ohh.."

At that moment there was a knock at the door. John rose, straighten his robe, and crossed the room. He opened the door to find a comely waitress with a food cart. She took in his casual attire and the girl sitting on the couch behind him and smiled.

"Your dinner, sir. Just as you ordered."

"Thank you my dear. I will take it from here."

"As you wish sir," she said with a little curtsy. He watched as she turned and walked back down the hall, swishing her little skirt from side to side. The thought crossed his mind that he should call her back and make a three-some, but he quickly dismissed the idea. This was a night to cement his relationship with Sarah.

"Our dinner has arrived," he said pushing the cart into the room. "But I feel under dressed eating with you in your business suit. While I set up the dinner, I want you to go into my bathroom and put on the other terry cloth robe you will find there. The only other things you should have on are the high heeled slippers you will also find there."

Sarah went into the bathroom and closed the door. A white, terry cloth bathrobe was hanging on a hook on the wall, with a pair very high heeled slippers on the floor beneath. But the robe was nothing like the massive coat that John was wearing. This one looked more like a towel. Sarah wondered if it would even extend to the tops of her thighs.

Hurriedly she stripped off her clothes and put on the robe. She was excited to think about being with John with only the soft cloths of their robes between them. The hem of the robe did extend about half way down her thighs, but when she tied it closed in the front there was very little overlap. It would take only a slight breeze to expose her.

She put on the slippers and stood in front of the full length mirror. The robe was cut in a deep V at the top, revealing the inner slopes of her breasts. Her nipples were stiff and tingling from the contact with the soft fabric. Never had she felt more like a sex goddess about to be taken.

Chapter 23 -- John Takes His Pleasure

When she emerged from the bathroom she found John waiting for her, a glass of champagne up to his lips in one hand, and another glass held out for her in the other. The plates had been moved from the cart to a small table, which was covered with a white cloth and adorned with a vase of flowers.




The Manor House Ch. 02



She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "How romantic."

They sat opposite each other a silently sipped their champagnes. He held her eyes until she thought she would begin to melt under his gaze. Even when he refilled their glasses he kept their eyes locked. She felt a wetness oozing down the inside of her thigh. There was no way she was going to deny him anything he wanted to do to her.

Finally he looked down and began eating and she did the same. It was another pasta dish, like the one she had been served on that first night. Neither of them spoke, letting the tension build.

He put down his fork. "I had expected to come back and find you pining away for me after days of solitude, except for a few training sessions with Ian. Instead I find that you have been enjoying one sexual escapade after another. You are probably all used up."

"Oh no. I have been so looking forward to your return. Ian made me do those things."

John thought it was just as well Ian had done what he did. Although he thought Sarah was desirable and charming, he did not want to get too involved with her. It was better to keep their relationship purely sexual and to share her with others. He liked his freedom and hated being made to feel responsible for someone else's feelings. 

"From what I hear you enjoyed it," he said. "And that's fine. I have to travel a lot, and I want you to like being here whether I am here or not."

She looked down, somewhat confused about what John wanted of her. Did he want her to continue to wear his red ribbon? The way he kept glancing at her half exposed breasts she knew he desired her, and for the moment that was enough.

Pushing back from the table, John reached into the pocket of his robe and produced what looked like a small wooden telescope. "I picked up an interesting little item on my trip. This is made of a special kind of bamboo, hollow tubes of various sizes that telescope together. When I extend it like this, it makes a sturdy cane that can be used for all kinds of things."

Wide-eyed Sarah watched at the bamboo sections were extended toward her. When it was fully open, the tip was one inch from the cleft between her breasts.

"Don't move now," said John, as he moved the tip of the rod to catch the side of her robe. Ever so slowly he pushed the fabric to the side, uncovering her tit with its erect nipple.

"The bamboo is very flexible and strong," he said, repeating the disrobing process on her other breast. "I am going to use it on your ass and the backs of your thighs."

"Ohhh......'

"And on your tits."

She sucked in her breath. "You don't have to do that. I will do anything you want."

"This is what I want. I want to sting you and make you cry out as your passion builds. I know you want it too."

"Oh goddd... yes.... yess... god help me, I do want it....."

The tip of the cane was now teasing her nipples. He propped his elbows on the table so he could precisely control the movement of the point as he prodded and tapped the swollen nubs.

"Stand up," he said. "It's time to test out my new toy."

He rose with her and used the end of the cane to lift her breast as she stood up. Her robe was now completely open in the front and he slid it off of her shoulders to let it fall on the floor. The cane left her breast and traveled down her stomach to slip between her thighs.

"Ahh....."

"Open your legs."

She did so and felt the smooth surface of the cane slip between the moist folds of her pussy. Reflexively her hips began a slight humping motion.

"Not yet my dear," he cautioned. "Go to that chair and lean over the back. I want your ass in the air and your thighs open."

The upholstered back was low enough that Sarah's hands reached the floor in front of the chair. Her feet, still in the high heeled slippers, remained on the floor, spread apart. 

"Grab the chair legs and hold on," he said. "This is going to sting. Do I have to tie you?"

"Nooo.... I will hold myself in position for you... Please don't hurt me too much."

The picture of her offering herself with her ass high in the air and her legs spread make John's cock twitch against the rough fabric of his robe. Hurriedly he loosened the sash and let the robe fall off of him. He was completely naked as he stationed himself to her side and established the range by laying the cane across her ass.

Slap... slap....slapp.... slapppp

He began with light strokes, gradually increasing the force with each blow. The round globes shifted and bounced erotically as he switched them.

"Owhhhh........"

With a flick of his wrist he turned the cane and began upward strokes at the tops of her thighs, hitting her ass cheeks on the tender lower edge.

"Ohhh.... it stings so...... ohhhhh..

Her hips were now twisting wildly as she squirmed on the chair. It was just the effect he wanted, and he kept whipping her, hard enough to redden her skin but not cut it. He took his time, savoring her reactions and making her wait and anticipate where the next sting would come. Sometimes he would just swish the cane through the air, not striking her at all. Other times he would tap her in an unmarked place like he was aiming there, and then slap the cane against an already sore spot.

"Arghhhh..... no more....... Pleaseeee....."

She was moaning and writhing on the chair, determined not to let go of the wooden legs that kept her in position. In spite of the sharp stings she was aware that she was hot and wet and that the pleasure following the pain would be intense.

Finally, he judged that she was ready for what he wanted to do next, and he dropped the cane.

"Stay where you are," he commanded. "I am going to sample that sexy ass of yours."

Pushing up against her from the back, he began sliding his cock up and down in the crack of her ass. At the same time he reached down and inserted two fingers up into her very slippery pussy.

"Just the lubrication I need," he said, and he drew his fingers out and up to smear the juices around her puckered hole. "Now let's see how well Ian has prepared you for me."

It was clear to Sarah what was going to happen next, and she braced herself. His left hand returned to her pussy to titillate and distract her, while he pushed his right index finger slowly and steadily up into her ass.

"AHHHH.......:

"Relax your muscle," he said. "I need to massage your hole to make it ready."

She tried her best, wanting to please him. Her prior experience with Ian made it easier, and John was being incredibly gentle.

"That's it," he said. "I can feel you letting go."

Suddenly she felt something altogether different probing her. It seemed huge. The pressure built, demanding entrance to her body. She tried to will herself to accept it, but her body continued to resist. John was rock hard, burning with lust and determined to impale her. He knew from experience how good her tight ass was going to feel once he overpowered her, and the feeling of power itself was a strong aphrodisiac. There was no greater sensation of domination and submission than when he had a woman skewered in the ass on his long, thick cock.

"OHHHH... I can't...... it's too big....... please.... Ohhhh...."

John was already in an inch, well positioned for a thrust that he knew would break into her. He just needed a powerful distraction to trick her sphincter into momentarily relaxing. The solution was to reach under between her thighs and take her exposed clit between his finger and thumb, giving it a sharp pinch.

"AHHHHHHH..."

That was all it took. He broke through and lodged a good two inches into her. Then it was simply a matter of repeated slow thrusts until he was fully inserted. Sarah cried and flopped around on the chair back like a mad woman, hurting and cuming at the same time. But she never let go of the chair legs. Her submission was complete.

Chapter 24 Sarah Applies Her Training

After whipping her with the cane and cuming in her ass John shifted gears and became the tender lover. He took her into his shower and gently washed her from her hair to her feet. 

"You did well," he said as he rinsed her with the warm spray. "No matter what I did you obeyed and held onto the chair. Your training has come a long way."

"Ummm..."

"Now I am going to dry you and put some lotion on some of those welts."

He patted her down with a soft towel and used a powerful drier on her hair. She stood quietly and marveled at how he could be so hard on her at one moment, and then so gentle the next. It was like he was Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. 

"Now stand up on the edge of the tub so I can apply the lotion," he said.

She stood on the tub and held on to the rod above her. The effect was to bring her face slightly higher than his and her lower body within easy reach of his hands and mouth. As she looked down she saw his cock start to rise. He would soon be ready again.

The lotion was cool and soothing as he traced the lines on her thighs and ass with the tip of his finger. 

"Spread your legs so I can reach all the areas that need treatment."

"Yes sir," she said, quick to obey.

First he spread the lotion on the stripes high on the inside of her thighs, making her shiver with anticipation. Then he placed the nozzle of the lotion tube at the top of her slit and squeezed out a stream of the gentle gel. It ran downward, invading her and inviting his finger to follow. He smiled up at her and curled his finger up between her lips.

"Ahhhhh.... That feels soooo goodddd..."

"I know," he said, wiggling his finger tip to coat the nubbin that was rising to meet him. Her hips began a slow rotation.

"Ohhh... yes......."

He laughed. "Enough for now. I'm tired. Let's go to bed. It's your turn to do the work."

Taking her hand he led her to his bed and turned back the spread. "Get in while I turn down the lights. But don't bother to pull the blanket up over you. You are going to be busy."

The cool clean sheets felt wonderful on her naked body. She lay on her back and deliberately moved the top sheet back and forth over her stiff nipple, her hot eyes following his powerful looking body as he walked around the room turning switches. His partially erect cock extended in a downward arc that appeared to be spring-loaded. She knew if she could get her hands on it she could make it instantly rigid.

"Now," he sighed, slipping into bed beside her and pulling the top sheet away. "Use only your tongue until I tell you otherwise. On my whole body. And I mean, everywhere. And remember, I still have my bamboo stinger if you fail to please me."

She raised herself on one elbow and looked down on his handsome face. "Yes sir," she said as she lowered her mouth and licked her tongue across his lips. He closed his eyes and waited.

Slowly and softly Sarah began to tease him with her wet tongue. She moved from his mouth down over his chin, and then back up his neck to his ear. After exploring the grooves in his outer ear she probed deeply into the opening, making his body shudder and blood rush to his cock. Without knowing it she had stumbled on one of his most erogenous areas, and the awareness made her feel special and close.

He turned his head toward her as her tongue moved down again to his neck, and then back up the other side to his other ear.

"Ummm.... I do like that," he purred.

She used the tip of her tongue to lather the little channels and then whispered into his wet ear ."There's lots more to come." 

"Ahhhhhh....." His hips came off the bed as her tongue dove into the depths of his ear and seemed to be drilling into his head.

After a thorough probing she pulled her head up and looked down on him. His eyes were closed and his cock was waving in the air like a young tree in a breeze. "You liked that uh? How about this?"

Her head came down and her tongue went to work on his nipple. She treated it like it was her own, licking and twirling her tongue, drawing the sensitive tip up to meet her. First one nipple, then the other, always careful to make contact only with her tongue. He rewarded her with a low moan.

"Now for the main event. I'm just going to scrunch down toward your feet....there that's better. Now what is this big thing wagging in front of my face? Umm... it looks good enough to eat...maybe a few licks first...."

John held his breath. The first sensation was a soft wet flutter o the underside of his crown. He felt his cock twitch and contact was broken. But she was after him in a split second, her tongue following the moving head and swabbing it until he thought he was going to burst.

"Goddd...where did you learn that?" he breathed.

"I told you Camille taught me some tricks. Now hold still so I can do this properly."

Down the shaft and onto his balls her tongue laid a path of pleasure. Then back up again and over the tip and down the other side.

"I can't stand this. You're going to make me cum too soon. There's something else you have to do first."

He rolled over onto his stomach and spread his legs slightly. Sarah sat back and admired the tight round ass in front of her. He wiggled his hips, making it clear what he wanted her to do with her tongue.

"I believe this is called a rim job," she said. "It will be another first for me."

"Shut up and get busy," he replied.

"Yes sir. I'll just start here at the top of the valley and proceed to the goal."

John loved having his ass licked after a shower, and he was delighted that Sarah showed no hesitation. Her tongue began its slow descent, pausing every few seconds to retrace its steps to fully lather the path. Finally she reached the welcoming opening and followed the depression around the rim. John's throbbing cock was being pressed into the bed, and he raised his hips to get relief. Taking that as the signal that he was ready she plunged her tongue deep into him.

"AAHHHHHH....." He knew he couldn't hold off. "Grab my cock with your hand, NOW."

She reached under him and wrapped her soft fingers around his shaft, all the while keeping her tongue working in his ass. A few pulls and squeezes was all it took

"OHHHHH... GODDDDD... SHITTTTTTT..... ahhhhhhh.."

The hot sticky fluid spurted out and over her hand onto the sheets. He collapsed on top of it.

"Fucking fantastic... you milked me dry.... I am totally spent."

Sarah cuddled up against him. "I'm so happy."

"Me too... now let's sleep for a while...."

Chapter 25 Sarah Accepts her Fate

They both slept through the night barely moving. John got up at first light and managed to shower and dress without waking her. At seven o'clock there was a knock on the door. John opened it to find a grinning Ian with two mugs of coffee in his hands.

"Good morning, partner," he said. "I thought you might be able to use a little pick up."

"Why Ian, that's very thoughtful of you. Come on in. Sarah is just waking up."

Sarah opened her eyes to see the two men sipping their coffee and looking at her. Her bare legs were handing out of the sheet, and she instinctively covered herself.

"Now Sarah, no need to be shy. It's only Ian," said John as he sat on the bed beside her. "Let go of the sheet."

The two men smiled at each other, enjoying her discomfort. Both were fully dressed, and she was naked; the sheet her only protection. Reluctantly she uncurled her fingers and laid her hands on the bed. Ian took a pillow and put it behind her head so she could sit up. The sheet dropped off of her shoulders but caught on the tops of her breasts.

Ian spoke. "John, the least you can do in return for this wonderful coffee is show me what you have in your bed under that sheet."

"Of course, Ian," he said. He grabbed the edge of the sheet at the foot of the bed and jerked it away. Sarah's naked body shone in the morning light, her creamy white skin looking like alabaster. Having the men look at her made her nipples swell and pucker in spite of her embarrassment. 

"Ohhhh...."

John saw an opportunity to put a damper on any ideas Sarah might be getting that she was super special to him. "Stand up Sarah," he barked.

She was programmed to obey and immediately got out of the bed. John put down his coffee mug and turned her so that her back was to him. "Put your hands behind you and clasp them together."

When she did so, John held her by the elbows with one forearm and hand, pressing her arms against his chest. With his other hand he began stroking her ass and running his fingers up between her legs.

"You are our new little slut, Sarah," he whispered in her ear. "Ian and I can do anything we want to you, and you will like it. Am I right?"

Sarah looked at the smiling Ian and sighed. The combination of the scene and John's fingers was rapidly bringing her to a boil. "Yesss... damn it.... Yesss..."

"Good girl, now spread your legs so Ian can see how hot you are."

John continued to whisper command to her while he licked, kissed, and nibbled on her neck and ears. His hand alternated between teasing her pussy and slapping her ass. Ian watched for a few moments, then put down his coffee mug.

"Those tits need a good whipping," he said. "Where do you keep that little flogger?"

"It's in the drawer by the bed," said John. "There are two of them. Use the one with the little knots on the end. It hurts more."

Ian retrieved the little whip and took his position in front of Sarah. "Now shoulders back and tits forward," he said.

"Nooo... please... what did I do? I didn't do anything......"

"Hush," said John. "Ian will do it because he wants to. Now tits forward!" As he said this, John pushed an index finger an inch into her ass.

"AHHH... '

Whap... whappp.... Slapppp......

The flogger thrashed back and forth across her breasts. At least one thong always seemed to catch a nipple.

"Open your legs more," said Ian. "I have another target."

"NOOOOO...."

As Ian teased her pussy with the thongs, John reached around and pinched a nipple. "You like it when Ian whips your tits, don't you Sarah?"

"yess"

"And you like it when I pinch your nipple like this right after it's been whipped, don't you?"

"yess.. damn it..... you know I do."

Sarah felt so humiliated, but at the same time so turned on. Ian kept flicking the knotted ends of the thongs against her exposed pussy. She squirmed and twisted in John's grasp, but could not avoid the whip. When one of the knots hit squarely on her clit she screamed and tried to cross her legs.

"She's making me horny," complained Ian. "Do you mind if I fuck her?"

"Not at all. I will hold her and finger her ass," said John.

Ian dropped his pants and grabbed Sarah under her thighs. Effortlessly he lifted her and put her legs around his waist. John pushed his finger further into her ass and whispered in her ear, "He's going to fuck you Sarah. And I'm going to make sure he goes very deep by pushing you onto him. You want to feel his cock in you don't you Sarah?"

"Ohhhh... yes..... fuck me..... fuck me....."

"Hold him tight with your legs. That's it. Are you in Ian?"

"God yes.. she's so tight..... ahhhh......"

"Go deeper...." 

"Yes..... deeper.... I think I can feel your finger."

"Ohhhh my godddd....."

"My finger's in all the way. There.... I can feel you.. Pump her...."

"AAAHHHHHH....."

Ian let go and Sarah swooned from the double penetration. Her body kept writhing and humping of its own accord. The men held her until her orgasm ran its course. Then they carried her back to the bed and lay her down. John pulled the sheet up over her. 

"You have been fully initiated into The Manor House," he said. "You can rest now, but at noon you will put on your uniform and report to the dining room."

Sarah nodded. She accepted her position and would do what he ordered.

The last thing John did before he and Ian left the room was to tie a yellow ribbon on her wrist.



The Manor House Ch. 03



Light. Bright yellow light and the scent of flowers filled her available senses. Shandi swallowed dryly and blinked, jumping at the feel of another's touch, warm hands pressing something into her palm.

"Good morning, Mrs. Colvin."

The hands removed themselves from her, the soothing voice moving away along with them. She watched the woman move toward the window, pushing the heavy drapes aside and letting the sun into the room. With that accomplished, she flicked the harsh fluorescent lights off and came to the side of the bed.

"Smell them. There's nothing like the scent of a wild rose."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Rob, short for Robina and don't you ever call me that or I'll have your hide." She said the words with such a sunny smile that Shandi couldn't help but smile back, even though her face ached. "And I hear that you're Shandi."

"Yes, ma'am."

Rob shook her head. "The name's Rob, NOT ma'am."

"Sorry."

"And don't be sorry. It just shows that you had good raising. Were your parents Southern?"

Shandi nodded. "And my grandparents and my great-grandparents. Straight from the dark, rich soil of the Mississippi delta."

"Then what brought you all the way to Vermont?"

"Donnie." His name caught in her throat, just sliding past the painful ache of threatening tears. "He wanted to move here."

"So you don't have any family here?" Rob noticed the subtle shake of Shandi's head. "Well, then. I guess you'll just have to come home with me."

Shandi stared at her in confusion. "I have a home, Rob, a home and husband. I belong there."

Rob finished arranging the flowers for the umpteenth time and took the chair at the side of the bed, staring at the bruised and beaten young woman. "Your husband beat you, Shandi. The home you shared with him is no longer your home."

"Of course it is!" She laughed. "This?" She gestured with her injured hand. "This is nothing. I just upset him and ... "

"And he beat the tar out of you." Rob said in a stern voice. "And it's not the first time he's done it but hopefully, it will be the last time."

Shandi's smile melted into a painful grimace, her dark brown eyes filling with tears. "The last time?"

"Mr. Colvin is in jail, Shandi. He's charged with attempted murder."

"What? Attempted murder? Against who?"

It was Rob's turn to look confused. "Against you, Shandi. Don't you remember what happened?"

"Of course I do." The bright smile on her face contrasted with the sound of her voice. She remembered the beating and about how angry he had become. She'd never seen him that angry before and she remembered really being scared. A slap or a shove had never really made her afraid of him but this last beating ... even though she felt it was her fault, she knew that this beating was worse than ever.

"Do you remember the gun?" Rob watched the woman's features and knew what was going on in her mind. She'd seen it before and hoped that the lovely black woman would be able to work through it in time.

"The gun?"

Rob took her hand, holding it gently. "He shot you in the head, Shandi. You were lucky, though. The shot just glanced off of your temple. He didn't have the gun at the right angle to kill you."

To kill you. Those chilling words took root in her brain and something inside her snapped. Her body began to tremble, then shake so violently that Rob began to grow concerned until the purest, most terrifying scream ripped from Shandi's throat. The duty nurse crashed through the door but Rob held up a hand, asking her to keep her distance and they both watched the young woman come to grips with the truth of her situation.

To kill you. Her husband had tried to kill her. The man to whom she'd devoted most of her life to and to whom she owed her life to, in a way. After all, who else would give an old black girl a chance at the fabulous life of being an assistant district attorney's wife? Sure, there were no kids but she could throw a party like no one else. She had all the smart drinks and the trendy party favors and as a result, a Colvin party invitation was the hottest ticket in town. 

But along the way, something had changed. The pressures of his position had begun to take a toll on Donnie and he'd started slapping her around. Shandi had decided that, as a good wife, she had to take care of him and this was part of the deal. She got to enjoy the lavish lifestyle in return for a few pounds of flesh. But a gun? To kill you.

"Shandi?"

She felt exhausted, as if she'd been swimming upstream for miles and just now had a chance to rest. Tears covered her cheeks and she squeezed her good eye closed as sobs of pain made her chest ache. 

"Why, Rob? Why would he want to kill me?"

Rob took the young woman's hand again, gently stroking the bruised back as Shandi sobbed aloud and continued until silence reigned again.



The Manor House Ch. 03



In Part 1 of the story a young woman named Sarah meets a man on the train and is enticed into becoming a member of his exclusive club. He recognizes her submissive tendencies and he and other members of the club introduce her to a whole new world of sexual pleasure. Part 1 describes the club and the things that are done to Sarah, and the things she is forced to do to others. At the end of Part 1 she has been turned over to Ian, the manager of the club in charge of training new members, and she has been told to come to the club dining room at 7 pm.

In Part 2 Sarah becomes deeply involved the erotic activities at the club, all the while maintaining her special feelings for John, the man she met on the train. In the end, however, John disappoints her.

In this final Part 3 John comes through for her.

Chapter 26 - Sarah is Crushed and Comforted

Sarah was in shock. For days she had been anticipating John's return, anxious to show him all she had learned. She thought that the red ribbon he had given her had symbolized her special place in his affections. Pleasing him had been her goal. In fact she felt that she had fallen in love with him.

Now he was clearly pulling away. He seemed almost angry in the rough way he had treated her with Ian. And then there was the indignity of his branding her with the yellow ribbon, giving everyone the signal that she was fair game to be used by anyone in the club who desired her. She turned her head into the pillow and let the tears flow.

For hours she lay there, feeling sorry for herself. The world was such a confusing place. In a manner of days she had gone from an innocent country girl to the sexual plaything of powerful men and women, placing her trust in an older man who seemed to care about her. She found it hard to believe that he wanted her only for sex.

But the sex had been incredible. As she thought about the intense experiences of the past week a shiver went down her spine. She knew that a craving had been awakened in her that would not be denied. With or without John she would remain at the Club.

She dozed off and was awakened by a soft knock on her door. "May I come in?"

The soft voice of her friend Camille was like manna. 'Oh yes, Camille come in. I'm so glad you came. The most awful thing has happened..."

Camille closed the door behind her and sat on the edge of the bed. "I know dear. John told me and asked me to come see you. He thought you might be upset and was concerned."

"Upset? You're damn right I'm upset! I gave that man all I had and he has thrown me to the wolves. Look at this yellow ribbon. I feel like tearing it to shreds!"

"You're looking at the wrong way," said Camille sympathetically. "John took away the red ribbon because he is afraid he likes you too much. I know him. At heart he is a softie. He always pulls back when relationships with women get too close because he thinks he will become obligated. His freedom is very important to him."

"I don't want to take away his freedom," Sarah cried. "I just want to be special to him. What am I suppose to do?"

"If you want him to stay close you have to convince him that you understand and accept him the way he is and will not be disappointed or hurt when he withdraws or has sex with other women. That is a hard thing for us women to do."

"How do you manage it with Isaac?"

"I struggle. He takes what he wants from me and then goes home to his wife and family. I know he will never belong to me, but the way he makes me feel is like a narcotic—I can't give it up, at least not for while. Eventually I will leave this place and lead a normal life somewhere, but for now I am content to savor the experiences I get here."

Camille's words resonated with Sarah. The Commerce Club experiences were incredible. Maybe she should just forget about having anything special with John and go with the flow. It was all so new and confusing. She put her head in Camille's lap and sighed, "You at least have a red ribbon from Isaac and can share the experiences with him. I will have no one."

"Nonsense. Don't think for a minute that John is going to ignore you. If you accept the yellow ribbon and don't cling to him, he will probably get jealous and want you back as his exclusive playmate. You are going to get hit on by lot of members. Enjoy the variety and watch John squirm."

"I don't know. Maybe I should leave the Club and go get a job in town like I originally intended."

"Only you can decide that. Why not take a day off and go to town to look around. You need to buy some clothes anyway."

"Will they let me go while I am still in training?"

"You know the contract. With twenty four hour notice they have to let you go. There is no exception for a training period."

"Will you go with me?"

"If Isaac is not here, I will."

"When is he coming back?"

"I never know. He shows up whenever he can get away, sometimes in the middle of the day. I have to always be ready and responsive. But with him it's not hard to do."

"He is very sexy."

Camille laughed. "That's an understatement. He likes you a lot, by the way. Now that you are wearing a yellow ribbon would you like us to play with you?"

"Oh yes, very much. I feel comfortable with you both. And Camille, I have to tell you that I love it when you touch me."

"Like this?"

"Hmmm...."

"Are you naked under this sheet?"

"Why don't you check and see."

"Yes, I see you are. Scoot over and I will lie with you."

Camille kicked off her shoes and climbed into bed with Sarah. She was wearing jeans and a tight sweater and did not bother to remove them. When she pulled Sarah to her, she let the rough clothing rub on bare skin that was rapidly heating up. Her hand moved over Sarah's stomach and down between her legs. Sarah responded by kissing her hungrily.

"Open your thighs," said Camille.

"Go easy," whispered Sarah. "John and Ian spanked me there."

"Light as a feather," Camille breathed as her fingertips played over the sensitive area. "In fact one of these days Isaac and I will use a feather on you. You can't believe how good that feels."

"Hmmmmmm.... yesssss..... there........ yes....... god yesssss........."

Gently Camille worked her fingers as she murmured into Sarah's ear. "You like this, don't you little Sarah. You are a wanton slut just like me. I am going to tease your pussy until I think you are ready and then I am going to pinch your clit."

"Ohhh goddddd...."

"Now kiss me, and give me your tongue."

"ARghhhhh..."

In her agitated state it did not take Sarah long to start up the hill toward a powerful climax. The muscles in her thighs tightened, giving Camille the signal to find the hard kernel and squeeze it.

"ohhh.... Ohhhhh.... OHHHHHH..."

Sarah's body shook as the orgasm took hold. Desperately she clung to Camille as the spasm raced from her toes to her breasts and back again.

"There, there... it's okay," soothed Camille. "You're going to be all right. You've got such passion in you. Just relax and let it all out."

"I will... I will...," sighed Sarah. "I'm so lucky to have you as a friend and guide. Thank you, thank you."

"You don't have to thank me," chuckled Camille. "You have already repaid me, and Isaac and I will be collecting more in the future. Now get yourself together and report for duty in the lunch room."

Chapter 27 -- Sarah Meets a New Member

Her waitress duties were the same as before, only more intense because of her yellow ribbon. Just about every unattached man wanted to make a date with her. By the time John and Ian showed up, she was booked for the next two days. She wondered how John would react when he found out.

John nodded toward her as he and Ian sat down at a side table, but she studiously ignored him. It wasn't hard to do since she had been pulled onto the lap of an elderly gentleman, who was casually exploring her curves. Remembering Camille's advice, she made it a point to smile and act unconcerned. No way was John going to see her distress at being made to wear the yellow ribbon.

John watched and began to feel a little guilty for throwing his prodigy to the wolves. "Do you think I am being too hard on her?" he asked Ian.

"Ha. She doesn't appear to be suffering to me," replied his friend. "That girl's got spunk, and her sexuality has burst out of its box. It's a good thing you put the yellow on her. You probably couldn't keep up by yourself."

"Whoa...... low blow partner. I'm not over the hill yet."

After letting the old guy get a good feel, Sarah managed to extract herself from his lap and continue her duties. The salad plates had to be collected before the main luncheon course could be served. She took care of her tables and then stood demurely against the wall, looking away from the area where John and Ian were sitting.

She was just starting to relax when out of the corner of her eye she saw two people enter the dining room and join Ian and John at their table. One was a well-dressed, older woman. Well, she was not that old—maybe pushing fifty, but with a trim figure that showed well in her tight business suit. A green ribbon was displayed prominently in her bleached blonde hair.

Her companion was a much younger man, still in his twenties. Even from across the room Sarah could tell that he was gorgeous. He was tall, at least six four, with coal black hair and sharp features. While the woman was focused on talking with Ian and John, the young man's eyes were sweeping the room. It wasn't long before he spotted Sarah and their eyes met. Shyly she looked away.

"I'm so pleased that you suggested bringing my stepson to the club as my guest," the woman said to Ian. "He has been so curious."

"No problem, Gloria. It is necessary part of his education," replied Ian. "He needs to learn about this side of life."

"And this side of women," said Gloria with a sly smile.

"What do you think, Peter?" asked Ian. "Do you like our comely waitresses?"

"Yes indeed," he said. "Especially that young one there against the wall."

John felt his heart jump as the handsome young man singled out Sarah. Suddenly he felt old.

"Sarah!" cried Ian, startling her and forcing her to turn. "Come here," he said, crooking his finger at her.

She walked over to their table. "Yes sir?"

"I want you to meet Gloria, one of our most active green ribbon members, and her step son, Peter. It is his first visit to our establishment, and he seems to fancy you. Gloria and Peter, this is Sarah, a relatively new member. She came to us from the farm country and is still in training."

Gloria's eyes moved up and down Sarah's body, making the young girl blush furiously. "I see she already has a yellow ribbon. Did she come in wearing red as normally happens?"

Now it was John's turn to blush. "She wore my red ribbon for a few days, but she has progressed rapidly," he said.

Gloria turned to Peter, "What did I tell you Peter? Some women thrive on being abused by powerful men. John has obviously charmed this girl and drawn her in and now has turned her over to the rest of us. She would make a good subject for you to practice on."

"She seems very delicate," observed Peter. He was excited by the stories he had heard about The Commerce Club, but was not sure he was cut out to be the super Dom that his father and step mother seemed to want him to be.

"Nonsense," said Gloria. "She's here, she's wearing yellow, she's dressed like a slut, she wants it. Don't you dear?"

"I...."

Gloria was enchanted. "John, I believe this girl's training is far from complete. I would like to take charge of her for the rest of the day."

John knew of Gloria's harsh methods and bumbled to Sarah's rescue. "What about it Sarah? Have I not trained you adequately?"

Sarah knew there was no good answer to that question. If she said, 'no', she would be throwing herself at John by asking him to train her more. Her plans to get him back by acting indifferent would be out the window. On the other hand, if she said, 'yes', Gloria would undoubtedly test her in some awful way.

"Answer the question girl," snarled Gloria.

"It's not for me to say, Sir."

Gloria laughed. "Good answer. What do you think John? Let me and Peter put her through some tests."

There was no way John could refuse short of putting his red ribbon back on Sarah, and that would be making a commitment he was not ready for. "Fine by me," he sighed. "But Peter has to be checked out by Doctor Paul before he can participate fully, if you know what I mean."

"No problem," snickered Gloria. "I arranged for Paul to check Peter the last time our good doctor came to the city. He has passed all the tests."

John did not see how he could object further. "Very good," he said. "Sarah, you will go with Gloria and Peter as soon as lunch is over."

"But I cannot," she stammered. "You see with my new yellow arm band I have been ordered to meet various members at different times this afternoon, and tonight, and tomorrow. My card is full for the next couple of days."

"WHAT HO ..." cried Ian. "Our little flower is being plucked left and right. We may have to use our powers as club owners to demand priority access to young Sarah. What do you think, John?"

John cringed at the thought of Sarah being put at the disposal of this handsome young man, who was eyeing her with undisguised lust. A man like Peter who was close to her own age could sweep her off her feat and make an older man like himself irrelevant in her life. But what could he do? Once he had taken away her red ribbon he had no control over her partners, and Gloria's position in the Club certainly entitled her to special treatment.

"Of course," he said, using his most authoritative voice. "Sarah go reschedule whoever had a claim on your time this afternoon. Then come back and sit with us."

Sarah had hoped that the idea of her being with all these other men would make John resurrect her red ribbon, and she could not prevent a small tear from forming in the corner of her eye. She bowed her head and quickly backed away to go find the man who had commanded her to meet him after lunch. "Yes Sir, I will return as soon as possible," she mumbled.

Chapter 28 -- Sarah Is Introduced to the New Member

After Sarah left two other waitresses brought luncheon plates to the group. Peter looked them over, but compared to Sarah they seemed old and hardened. His blood was boiling at the thought of dominating the young, innocent country girl. It had taken a long time for Gloria to convince his father to let her bring him to The Commerce Club, and he was going to enjoy it to the fullest.

He remembered the first time he had met Gloria. His father had invited him to come to dinner to get to know an unusual woman that he was dating. 'Unusual' was the understatement of the year. From the beginning Gloria had spoken about sex and its pleasures. It was critical she said for people to acknowledge their secret desires and find safe ways to act on them. His father was completely under her spell, and soon Peter was too. Stories about the Commerce Club and forcing women to submit became part of their conversation every time he saw her.

Now finally he was going to experience it first hand. He had convinced his father that he would be less inhibited on this first visit to the Club if his father did not accompany them. Gloria was very much in favor of taking him by herself so that she could really let her hair down with him. Having sex with her handsome stepson was one of her strongest fantasies.

In her typical brazen manner Gloria began quizzing Ian and John about Sarah's training. "Has she been figged yet?" she asked, batting her eyes at John.

John almost dropped his fork. "Heavens no. That is done in only the most advanced training programs."

Gloria laughed. "I always like giving and receiving a touch of ginger. It should be part of the basic course. What do you think Ian?"

"Gloria you always surprise me. I didn't think you even knew about such things. Have you told young Peter about it?"

"Of course. I don't hold back from Peter or his father. But to my knowledge Peter has not tried it. Perhaps he could be the one to take Sarah's training up a notch. You do have some ginger root in the kitchen, no?"

John struggled to accept the idea of Sarah being subjected to such a thing, but Ian replied readily. "Not only in the kitchen, but in the dungeon and various other strategic locations. But one must be careful to carve it properly. You don't want it to get sucked in and disappear."

"That's rudimentary," grinned Gloria. "But done right it can enhance things incredibly. I shudder when I think of the first time I was being strongly pumped at the same time the root was tingling in my ass."

Peter and John both blanched at Gloria's shameless description. But Ian took it in stride. "I agree. It works on men too. We should do it more. I like the fact that you are using something natural, and you can be very creative in the way you carve it. No two are the same."

"I like the way you think, Ian," said Gloria. She seemed about to launch into a description of her figging experiences, but at that moment Sarah returned to their table and sat down. All of them looked at her, and she met their eyes one a time, ending on Peter's. "I am back," she said simply. "My calendar is cleared for the rest of the day, including tonight."

"You didn't have to go that far," said John.

She did not reply, but kept staring at Peter. Making John jealous by giving herself to this beautiful man was going to be easy. Peter's eyes seemed to be dipping into her soul to expose its contents. She wondered if he was going to be as forceful as the older men she had encountered at the Club. He certainly had the physical presence.

"I guess we're ready then," said Gloria. "Peter, I brought along a few things for you. These will help you get started." Reaching into her large handbag, she produced a soft leather collar with an attached plastic chain leash. "Put this on her when you lead her out of the dining room. I've told you about all the theme rooms upstairs. Take her to any one that you want."

Peter turned the collar over in his hand and watched the expression on Sarah's face as it showed a trace of fear for the first time. She was about to be under the control of a man she knew nothing about, and one who was inexperienced in reading a woman's reactions to being disciplined. And what Gloria came up with next did not offer comfort.

"One more thing," she said as she rummaged in her bag. "Take these delightful little handcuffs. They are made of suede leather, and you simply slip them over the wrists—like this—then push the little ring into place, and voila...the wrist is cuffed! Make the little darling put her hands behind her and use them to secure her wrists together."

The look in Peter's eyes was one of hot anticipation as he slid his chair back and stood up. Extending the ends of the collar he moved behind Sarah's chair and leaned over her. Her breasts billowed out below him, their exposed upper slopes appearing soft and firm at the same time, making butterflies churn in his stomach. He could not believe this girl was being given to him as a virtual sex slave. Without thinking he let his hardening cock touch the back of her neck.

Sarah felt the hard heat on her neck and stiffened. Her instinct was to move away, but she had already learned enough about the submission rules of the Club to know that was a bad idea. Instead she raised her head and exposed her throat to receive the collar.

Peter fumbled a bit with the buckle, but in a few moments the soft leather was secured tightly around her slender neck. A little tug on the chain signaled her to stand up. "Now hands behind your back," he commanded in a low voice.




The Manor House Ch. 03



She did what he ordered and felt the soft bindings slip into place. Looking defiantly at John, she took a deep breath she pulled her shoulders back.

Ian took in the scene with a knowing smile. John was clearly uncomfortable, and his partner decided to rub it in. "John, why don't you let Peter use your new portable stinger? I'm sure Gloria would like to see it."

"Oh yes," said Gloria enthusiastically. "John, do show us your new toy."

With them all looking at him John felt he had no choice but to extract the bamboo rod from his pocket and extend the sections to show them. Sarah blanched as she remembered the sensations when it had been used on her.

"Perfect," exclaimed Gloria. Quick as a snake she snatched it out of John's hand and swished it in the air in a snapping motion. "Here, take it Peter. A few stings with this baby should break down any initial resistance."

"Maybe you should go with them, Gloria," said John, trying to salvage the situation. "You could teach the boy a lot."

"No," said Peter quickly. "I want to do this alone, at least for now. Maybe later Gloria you could join us."

"That's my boy," laughed Gloria. "You go have fun. And John, you don't have to worry. Peter has been raised as a gentleman. As long as Sarah does as she's told, she will be fine."

"I don't know..."

Gloria sighed. "I can see you are going to need to be distracted this afternoon. I'll tell you what. I have another collar in my bag of toys. You take me to your room and do to me what you think Peter is doing, or should be doing, to Sarah."

"Now there's an offer!" roared Ian. "Gloria will keep you occupied."

Before John could respond Peter took up the chain and began leading Sarah away toward the door. In his other hand he held the extended cane, tapping it ominously against his leg. All eyes in the dining room followed the handsome couple as they weaved between the tables.

It wasn't until after they had disappeared through the doorway that it occurred to John that Peter had not even been told about Sarah's safe word.

Chapter 29 -- Peter Torments Sarah

For Peter it was like being a kid in the world's biggest candy store, combined with the world's most exciting amusement park. Although he had heard a lot about the Commerce Club, he had never quite believed it. Now he was there, and it was real. He got his pick of the waitresses, and she was given to him to do as he wished. From his experiences at other, more commercial clubs he had expected the women to have good bodies, but with an overall look of being well-used and tough. The girl given to him was young and fresh, almost virginal, and had a killer body to boot. It was incredible. He was so turned on he thought he might go off just from the friction of walking.

"Come along, Sarah," he said as he led her toward the stairs. "I can't wait to get my hands on you. You will behave, or else." He had overheard his father saying similar things to Gloria and knew it got results.

Sarah was unsure how to act with this supercharged young stud. He seemed so intense compared with the older men. She determined to be completely submissive and not give him any excuse to go too far. "Yes sir, I will do anything you want. Just please don't hurt me."

Her response inflamed him even more. Knowing that she was afraid of him heightened his sense of power over her. He imagined her cowering before him while he forced her to use her mouth and hands in accordance with his commands. As they approached the stairs he suddenly turned and unclipped the chain from her collar. "You go first," he said. "I want to look at your ass as you climb the stairs. Go to the first room that is available."

She started up the stairs, her hands still secured behind her. The tight, short skirt twitched from side to side, and she knew his eyes were following every movement. On the third step she felt his hand cup her right ass cheek, squeezing and sampling as he urged her along. She remembered that on the second floor one of the first rooms you came to was the so-called "training room", with its pulleys and slings and whips, and she definitely did not want to lead him there. So when she reached the top she went immediately toward the next flight of stairs that would take them to the third floor, where there were comfortable rooms with big beds to play in.

Peter moved closer behind her so that he could reach out with his left hand and lift her shirt to expose her panty covered ass. With the cane now in his right hand he sawed it back and forth across the silken material. "You'd better find a room quick," he growled.

"Ohh...," Sarah mumbled and picked up the pace of climbing. Her goal was the third floor's 'green room', the one decorated like a sheik's bedroom. She would serve Peter like a harem girl and hopefully take the edge off of his lust before he got into the mode of a disciplinarian. It was only a few steps down the third floor hall and they were at the green door.

"Here is a suitable room Master," she said. "I am your slave girl and will do my best to please you."

The first thing Peter noted was the sign on the wall with the whip coiled under it. He smiled as he pointed toward it

"You see that sign, Sarah? It says 'Serve Your Master Well or Be Punished', and I mean to enforce it. Now come here so I can check out that tight little body."

"Do you want me to close the door first?"

"Yes, but only part way. I want people walking by to hear your squeals. And use your mouth to bring me that whip hanging on the wall."

Peter sat on the edge of the bed and watched while Sarah put her shoulder to the door and partially closed it. Then she approached the whip, which was dangling from a hook at the same level as her head. It was a short, highly crafted length of leather, about two feet long, with multiple stinging thongs on the tip. When she reaached the wall, Sarah noticed that there were a number of metal rings secured to the surface at various heights. She shivered as she imagined being naked and tethered to the wall while her body was teased and punished with the wicked-looking whip.

By stretching up on her toes she was able to grasp the leather coil with her teeth. It took some effort, but in a few moments she was standing nervously in front of Peter, offering the hanging leather like a dog bringing a bone.

He made no move to touch her or relieve her of her burden. The look of submission and apprehension in her eyes filled him with a sense of omnipotence that multiplied his already strong desire to possess this girl. He wanted to prolong and savor the sensations that were surging through him like an electric charge. The scene of the shapely girl standing humbly before him, trembling in the knowledge of his power over her, was an elixir that infused his blood with a potency that was unworldly.

His father had implied that the sexual pleasures to be had at the Commerce Club were on a whole new level, and he was beginning to understand. During one of their three way conversations Gloria had described how some women's sexuality exploded when they were forced to give up control and submit in a safe environment to whatever a man or woman demanded of them. It was clear that Gloria was one of those women. He suspected that his experience at the Club was a prelude to what was going to happen later between her and himself. His father had an ultra liberal attitude about sex, and had hinted that since he was much older than his hot new wife he might need help in keeping her satisfied.

But in the meantime he was going to enjoy the young girl he had been given. He reached out and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer and straddling her legs with his. She quivered as he lightly traced the curves of her hips and ass through her clothing, gradually moving up her body to the underside of her breasts.

"Are you going to give me any trouble, Sarah?" he asked, staring hard into her eyes.

The tail of the whip swayed back and forth as she shook her head in an emphatic 'no'. She was so turned on by the forceful manner of this beautiful young man that she would have done anything he wanted.

"You're slobbering all over this nice leather. You'd better give it me now." He took the whip from her mouth with his right hand, and at the same time his left thumb and forefinger closed on one of the nipples that was dimpling her low cut blouse.

"AHHH...."

"You like that, don't you slave. Maybe we can find some nipple clamps for you." He continued twisting and pulling on the ever-growing nub, all the while observing the alternating waves of pain and pleasure in her eyes. "Look at me bitch. I want your eyes open and focused on mine all the time. Do you understand."

"Yes... sir.....", she whined. His eyes were hard and piercing, and they communicated strength and confidence, tinged with sadistic lust. Finally he lit go of her teat and tossed the whip on the bed.

"Remember that the whip is there, Sarah, within easy reach if I need it. Now let's get rid of these panties and make you more accessible." He slid his hands up under her short skirt and hooked his fingers in the elastic of her bikini panties. Slowly he drew them down her legs, letting her feel the air wash over her bare skin. She wanted his touch, but he avoided her pussy as he eased the panties to her ankles.

"Step out of them," he ordered. "I am going to leave your skirt on for now. You look sexier with a little covering. But you know I can raise it anytime I want."

"Yes sir," she whimpered. "I know you can." Then from somewhere deep within her more words spilled out. "You can play with my ass and pussy as you wish. They are there for your pleasure."

He laughed. "You have learned a lot in your short time here. The Commerce Club has turned you into a perfect little harem slave girl. Now let's get those cute tits out in the open where I can work them over."

"Ohhhh...." Sarah watched as he popped the buttons on her blouse, exposing the bulging flesh that was straining against her demi bra. The position of her wrists tied behind her made her chest thrust forward, and she arched her back to add to the effect. Instinctually she was driven to make herself as desirable as possible to this attractive man.

Peter was enchanted. He inserted a big hand into her bra and wrapped it around her left breast. With his lips up to her ear he whispered in a guttural tone. "I am going to lift these delicious tits out of their confinement and let them rest on the outside of your bra."

For Sarah the sound of his voice and his explicit words were just as exciting as the feeling of his hand on her flesh. He took his time arranging her tits so that they were well supported by her bra, with the erect nipples titled slightly upward. When he was satisfied he dropped his head and ran his tongue around her nipples, bringing them each to full attention.

"Beautiful," he said. "If only I had some nipple clamps. You wouldn't by chance know where I could find some, would you Sarah?"

She did know. Ian had explained that each of the play rooms contained an armoire in which were stored a variety of sex toys. Her eyes went to the big chest against the far wall.

"Ah so," exclaimed Peter. "I might have guessed that a room such as this in the Commerce Club would be well equipped. Wait here my dear while I see what is in that big cabinet."

Peter crossed the room and opened the doors on the armoire. Inside there were no shelves, but a large peg board panel on which were displayed a collection of devices that could have stocked a Las Vegas sex boutique—cuffs, clamps, crops, vibrators, dildos, paddles, floggers, and many things that young Peter was at a loss to understand. He looked over the selection of nipple clamps and chose a pair of traditional padded tweezers connected by a short chain. He imagined putting the chain in Sarah's mouth and forcing her to lift and pull on her own nipples as he fingered her.

But then his eye caught another nipple teasing device that intrigued him. It consisted of a set of small cards, about two inches square, and each with a different diameter hole in the center. They were like the templates a carpenter would use to measure the size of drill bits, only the cards were thicker, and the holes seemed to contain several rows of rough threads on the inside. The box containing the cards had a picture on the bottom that showed a hand slipping the hole in a card over a stiff nipple, as if the person were trying different cards to select the one with the right sized hole.

"This is something different," he said as he held up a card for Sarah to see. "Once you find the card with a tight fit you can turn it and use the threads to screw it on. Then the nip would protrude through the hole and be exposed for further treatment. And the flower pattern painted on the card would make it quite decorative."

Sarah shifted her weight from foot to foot imagining about how it would feel to have Peter push her stiff nipples through the little holes. The hot wetness between her legs increased to the point where a drip ran down her inner thigh like a tear. Meekly she waited for his next command.

"Let's try them out," he said as he returned to the bed and sat down. "That's it... stand right there... now take a deep breath...."

"Ohh god.. please sir... that hole is too small.. AHHHHHHH...."

"Not too small at all.... It needs to be tight for the threads to grip... Now I'll just give it one clockwise turn...."

"OH MY GODDD...."

Sarah had never felt anything like the sensation caused by the ridges from the threads as the card was screwed onto her throbbing bud. After another half turn of the card the plastic surface was snug up against her areola, leaving almost half an inch of her long nipple poking through the hole on the other side.

"Beautiful," exclaimed Peter as he flicked the exposed tip with his fingernail. Sarah stamped her feet and moaned, but she did not pull away. He was pleased that she kept her position between his legs, presenting her tits to him.

"Now for the other one," he said. "I wonder if it fits in the same size hole."

Taking his time, Peter tested several cards on her other teat, agitating her nipple and making her squirm. When he was finally satisfied he sat back and regarded the sexy picture in front of him. The painted cards highlighted her rosy red points, isolating them from the rest of her body like a tooth masked for a filling. Sarah's eyes were half closed, and she was breathing heavily even before she felt his hand creep up the inside of her leg.

"Ahhhh.. ohhhhh..."

"My how wet you are," said Peter as his hand found her pussy and his mouth descended on her right nipple. The effect on Sarah was immediate.

"OH GODDD... YESSS......"

Her knees were weak as she leaned into him. He felt her humping his hand and sensed the approaching climax. With sadistic pleasure he withdrew his fingers and lips and pushed her away. His cock throbbed from the excitement of denying and humiliating her.

"You thought you were going to get to cum? Foolish girl. You have a lot of work to do first. Now I am going to untie your hands and then I am going to lie down on the bed. You will slowly remove all my clothes."

With her hands freed Sarah leaned over the bed and started working on the buttons on Peter's shirt. Her bare tits hung over him in an open invitation to be fondled. He waited until she had bared his chest, and then he pulled her down so that he could drag her nipples back and forth across his.

"Ummm... that's nice," he said, letting her go after a few swipes. "Now keep going before I split my pants."

She saw that indeed his pants were stretched to the limit. Pulling on his belt she managed to get it loose without aggravating the straining bulge. He closed his eyes and waited, determined to let her do the job in her own way. Taking a deep breath she slipped the button on his trousers and pulled down the zipper.

"My goodness..." she exclaimed. "What am I going to do with this?"

He kept his closed as his cock twitched in anticipation. "Use your imagination," he said.

Chapter 30 -- Gloria Gives John Advice

"They do make a gorgeous couple, don't they?" observed Gloria as Peter and Sarah disappeared out the door. "I tell you that boy is quite the stud; women of all ages are after him."

"He must take after his father," laughed Ian. "There always seemed to be girls with yellow ribbons hanging around Edward when he was here at the club. But after he met you, Gloria, he didn't seem interested."

"We are good for each other," she said. "I am the proper wife in the eyes of his noble family and high class friends, but in private I give Ed whatever he wants, including the freedom to fuck other women."

John nodded. "Yes, you two are our big success story at our Club. We like to tell people you each came here on your own to unburden yourselves of restraints on your sexuality and ended up finding your soul mates."

"It's true," sighed Gloria. "And we keep coming to the Club, both together and separately. The two of us have such strong sex drives that without this outlet I don't think we would still be together."

"I'm curious," said John. "Do you confine your kinky behavior to visits to the Club?"

"Oh no," laughed Gloria. "That would not be often enough to satisfy Ed, or me for that matter. I find girls to bring home for him to play with."

"You mean prostitutes?"

"No. He doesn't like the professionals. Ed likes his women to be reluctant participants who are forced to serve him, and then get off on it in spite of themselves."

"Where do you find these victims?" asked Ian.

"You'd be surprised. One of my favorite places is the upscale shopping mall downtown. I look for attractive young women who are trying on clothes they can't afford. We start chatting, and I tell them I am a rich wife who will buy them any outfit they want if they will model it for my husband."

Ian chuckled. "That's as good as asking them to sell their body for a few hundred dollars."

"Not so. If I have chosen my girl correctly she will be intrigued and want to know more. I tell her that the only way I can save my marriage is to indulge my husband's appetite for younger women. Then I up the ante by saying I will take her to three stores and buy her whatever she wants. I assure her that she will have to come to our house only once, and we won't even know her name."

"I can see how that might work for clothes crazy girl who can barely afford her rent."

"You bet. We make a date and I pick her up in front of the mall. Unbeknownst to her I am taking pictures all the time. The pictures tell the story of me buying her things and her going along willingly. And I do always manage to find out her name, usually through her cell phone number, which she has to give me to coordinate things. Between the pictures and the contact information I have enough to blackmail her into submitting to Ed's kinky desires."

John raised his eyes. "Do they always end up liking it?"

"Sometimes they pretend not to, but their bodies give them away. Ed is very good, and I help him. About half the time the women call me a month later and ask if I will take them shopping again."

"Whew," exclaimed John. "You are the perfect wife. What about Peter? How does he react to these goings on?"

"Peter has only recently moved back home," said Gloria. "He was away at the university for the first year Ed and I were together. Since he has been back I have not brought any treats home for Ed, although we have referred to them in our conversations. Ed wants to go slow in easing his son into our life style."

"What about you?" asked John. "How do you like having Peter around?"

"I like looking at him, and he knows it."

"How does Edward respond to that," queried Ian.




The Manor House Ch. 03



"Ed is proud of his son and gets a vicarious pleasure out of seeing his success with women. And I have broken down just about all of Ed's inhibitions when it comes to sex. He has shared me with a number of men. It's only a matter of time until he shares me with his handsome son."

"Well, where does that leave us old guys," protested John facetiously. "You and I had some pretty hot times in the past."

Gloria licked her lips provocatively. "You make up in imagination and experience what you lack in no longer having that hard body. In fact I am up for some serious play this afternoon if you are game."

John felt his cock stiffen. "What did you have in mind?" he asked with mock innocence.

"I am in the mood to punish that Nazi nurse, Joyce. Seeing her strut around the dining room like a prison guard bullying all the poor waitresses has raised my hackles. I'd like to give her a dose of her own medicine, and I want a big man like you to help me."

"Go ahead," said Ian. "It will take your mind off of Sarah."

Gloria raised her eyebrows. "So you are sweet on young Sarah?"

"I brought her into the Club and feel a responsibility toward her. And I must admit her wholesome beauty and manner are captivating."

"Then why isn't she wearing your red ribbon?"

"She was at first, but things were getting too heavy. I didn't want to get too committed."

"What the hell does that mean? In our special society you can be close and protective without being committed in the traditional sense. Did Sarah ask you to play only with her?"

"Well, no. But she's young and probably wants to be in a committed relationship."

"You're assuming a lot. The fact that she is still at the Club means that she likes the same kind of sex we all do, and that she is not afraid to go beyond the norm. Maybe she appreciates you enough to let you be yourself."

"But I'm so much older. She should be with a man more her own age. A man like Peter."

"Hogwash! Let her decide that. You older guys don't know how sexy you can be. She's got plenty of time to link up with a guy the right age to be the father of her children, if that's what she wants in the long run. In the meantime, she can be free to desire and love whomever she wants. You don't have to be responsible for her."

"I must admit I'm a little jealous of Peter right now."

She laughed. "And I'm jealous of Sarah. That's understandable. It will make it all the sweeter when we get in the saddle."

"I don't know. She literally had no experience when I became her lover. Now she may see how much more a younger man can give her."

"Physically, maybe. But you are a more complete man for her, one who can stimulate her mind as well as her body. And for women, sex is 90% in the mind. Let her enjoy Peter's body the way you enjoy the young girls here at the Club. Then get together and talk about it. Ed and I really get off when we describe things we've done with other people."

Ian had been silent, but now he joined in. "She makes a lot of sense partner. Maybe you should give it a try. If Sarah becomes too clingy, turn her over to me for a night. I'll rock her boat so she won't care about you for days."

"Ha," said Gloria. "You can always count on Ian to get his oar in....along with other things."

"I'll think about it," said John in a serious tone.

"No more thinking about it this afternoon. Go summon Joyce and bring her to me."

Chapter 31 -- Joyce is Disciplined

John got up from the table and went to the kitchen expecting to find Joyce tormenting the servants who were doing the dishes. He knew there was one girl that Joyce liked to spank with various kitchen implements as the girl bent over the sink. John had always found that scene exciting and had frequently followed Joyce to the kitchen after the meal was over.

Sure enough, Joyce was there, sitting on a stool behind the bare bottomed girl who washing the dishes. Joyce had a large spatula, which she was using to leisurely spank the girl's ass. The girl was not a member of the Club, but a local farm girl who provided a good portion of the income to her family by working for the Commerce Club. She was shifting her ass and whimpering like she always did, knowing that it pleased Joyce and resulted in a light spanking.

Joyce had undone an extra button on her uniform top, exposing the deep valley between her huge tits. In the past John had seen Joyce lead the girl away after the dishes were done, and it was obvious that the girl was going to be required to perform another duty before going home. There were other jobs in the neighborhood, but they did not pay as well as the Club, and the girl did not seem to mind Joyce's attentions.

Ironically Joyce was also an employee of the Commerce Club, not a member. She reported to Doctor Paul in her role as a nurse, and to Ian and John in other matters. Her reputation was that of a severe dominatrix, but both of the owners had at one time or another taken her to bed. At heart she was a switch who was as happy on the bottom as on the top. John had no problem ordering her to stop what she was doing and come with him.

"Well, Joyce, I see you are up to your usual tricks. How can that poor girl do her job with you stinging her ass so?"

Joyce sneered at him and gave the girl an extra hard swat.

"OWWW...", the girl cried and seized the edge of the sink to keep her knees from buckling under the blow.

"That's enough!" barked John. "Drop that spatula and come with me."

There was no mistaking the tone in his voice, and Joyce was instantly aroused. Someone was going to be forced to submit to big John; it didn't matter whether it was herself or another victim. Either way it promised excitement.

"Yes sir. Just let me get my crop from the far counter," she said humbly.

"Hurry up," he said. "There are some people waiting for you in the dining room."

He waited at the door as she retrieved the crop and came toward him, her expression one of curiosity. The girl at the sink had pulled down her skirt and was watching them. John thought momentarily of inviting the girl to join them so that she could get back at Joyce, but he decided to abstain and let Gloria direct the action. Instead he undid another of the brass buttons on Joyce's uniform and indicated with his head that Joyce was to go ahead of him into the dining room.

The room was deserted except for the table where Gloria and Ian were seated. Joyce winced when she saw Gloria, for she knew that Gloria enjoyed being hard on other women. Nevertheless she stood tall and walked purposely in her high boots right up to the table, determined not to be intimidated by the expensively dressed woman wearing the green ribbon.

"How nice to see you Joyce," said Gloria with mock sweetness. "You look so imposing in your police uniform--and with your menacing crop. Please put it on the table and place your hands behind your back."

Any doubt about what was going to happen vanished from Joyce's thoughts. She took a deep breath and clasped her hands together behind her. Gloria smiled and reached into her big handbag. "Good thing I came prepared," she said as she produced another pair of slip on wrist cuffs. "John, be a dear and put these on this big breasted policewoman. I am arresting her for indecent exposure."

John did as he was told, handcuffing Joyce and then pulling her arms back to make her tits strain against the remaining two buttons.

"Excellent," said Gloria. "I do like seeing sexy women with their hands cuffed behind them—especially ones with big boobs. It makes them so vulnerable. Let's see how you like having the crop used on you for a change. Hold her still John."

Gloria picked up the crop and flicked the tip against the exposed top slopes of Joyce's tits, moving rapidly from one to the other. The helpless victim tried to twist away, but John had a firm hold on her upper arms and kept her in position for Gloria to sting her, first from the top, then from underneath, and finally from side to side on the nipple bulges in her uniform.

Joyce wailed and stamped her feet. "OHHH SHITT...."

"Where shall we take her gentlemen? She needs to be taught some humility."

"I'm afraid I am not going to be able to participate," sighed Ian. "I have business to attend to this afternoon. But I happen to know that the Purple Room is available. Samantha is away for a couple of days."

"Oh good," said Gloria. "That is one of my favorite rooms. I like the heavy Victorian look and the big tub. What do you say John? Will you help me?"

Seeing Joyce's big tits being bounced around with the crop had left John ready for more. "Sure," he said. "Let's go."

"Have fun," said Ian as John pushed Joyce ahead of him and out of the dining room. Gloria got up and kissed Ian on the cheek. "We will," she crooned, and then followed the big man with his captive. When they reached the stairway Gloria grabbed John's arm and held him back.

"You go on up dear," she said to Joyce. "You know where the Purple Room is on the third floor. Wait for us there. I need to talk with John."

Joyce shrugged and started up the stairs. She knew that with John and Ian and Gloria all allied she had no choice but to obey if she wanted to keep her job. Whatever that bitch was going to do to her she would just have to endure.

Gloria waited until she was out of earshot, and then spoke to John. "I want to be very firm with her and make her do some things she has probably never done before. Are you with me on this, John? You have the reputation of being a little soft in disciplining the tough cases, and Joyce is clearly a tough case."

He laughed. "I'm with you. In fact I'm in the mood to try some different things. And I'm anxious to get my hands on those big knockers Joyce flaunts all the time."

Gloria put her hand on his crotch. "You men are all alike," she teased. "Show you a big firm pair and you droll all over yourselves. Actually I'm glad mine are not so big. Joyce's tits look good now, but when she is my age they will be hanging low. Not like my still perky cones."

John felt himself growing as her hand massaged him. She arched her back in a clear invitation for him to verify the firmness of the not so small melons that were pushing against her blouse. He encompassed one mound in his huge hand and squeezed.

"Exactly what do you have in mind with regard to disciplining Joyce?" he asked.

"We should start with a good paddling to soften her up....bare ass of course. Then we'll make her offer us her prize tits for inspection. I'll get one of the little quirts from the armoire, and while you hold her boobs up by the nipples, I will give then a good whipping."

"Ouch....," groaned John. "She should be pretty compliant by then."

"If she's not, I'll whip her until she is. I don't want any resistance when I position her for some ass play."

"Ass play?"

"Yea. I'm going to shove a piece of ginger root in her."

"Yikes...... But I don't think we'll find ginger in the Purple Room."

"Don't worry. I have it in my bag. It will drive her crazy, especially since you are going to be diddling her pussy at the same time. I want to hear her moans while she licks me."

"Licks you?"

"Yea. She is going to get me ready for this big cock I am feeling right now."

John was caught up in Gloria's excitement and went along, even though his heart wasn't completely in it. He kept thinking about Sarah and what she might be experiencing right then. Still, that hand on his cock felt pretty good, and he urged her on. "Gloria, you are a wonder. What are we waiting for? Let's do it."

Chapter 32 -- Sarah and Camille go to the Big City

It was several days later and as promised Camille was taking Sarah on an overnight trip to the city. Reservations had been made in their name at the Royal Crown Hotel, one of the best in the city. Ian had called ahead and arranged for all their expenses to be covered.

"We're going to have a great time," said Camille. "No red ribbon to restrict my activities. I'm ready for something different."

"The grass is always greener," laughed Sarah. "I'll loan you my new yellow ribbon anytime you want to experience different things, and different men."

"I wish," said Camille. "But when I'm at the Club I don't have the option of taking off my red ribbon. That's why these periodic trips to town are so invigorating."

They sat close together on the train and Camille quizzed Sarah on what had happened since their last meeting. "How were your first days wearing the yellow ribbon? Tell all girl."

"I am worn out. Six or eight guys had their way with me; I can't even remember them all. And several wanted to come back for seconds. It was all I could do to block out this day so we could go to town together. I had to lie and say that Ian had reserved me for something special."

"You'd better hope that Ian doesn't find out about that. You should have just gone to him and asked for a day off. He would have understood."

"It has all happened so fast."

"What about your time with Gloria and her hunk of a step son? I heard that you were his party favor that day they came to the Club."

Sarah shivered when she thought back on the time with Peter. "Oh yea, I was his favor all right. He made me undress him and kiss and lick him all over. He has a body like a Greek god, all smooth and hard. He just lay there with an arrogant smile on his face as I worshiped him."

"Did he get you off?"

"He didn't care about me. It was all about his demonstrating his power over me and seeing me admire his beauty. We were together for hours. He came in my hands, in my mouth, in my pussy, and in my ass, but every time I got close he would go on to something else, like he didn't even notice."

"Sounds like a real prick. One of those guys who's too handsome and self absorbed for his own good."

Sarah nodded. "I've learned a lot about men and sex in the short time I've been at the Club. It's so much more satisfying when the man is tuned into your state of mind and pushes in the right direction. Know what I mean?"

"Absolutely," agreed Camille. "Isaac is so good at that. He bosses me around and forces me to do things, and when he sees that a particular thing is driving me up a tree, he pours it on."

"John is like that," said Sarah wistfully.

"Oh, we're back to John are we? This is supposed to be the day you forget him and think about a possible life for yourself in the city."

"Okay," grinned Sarah. "We're coming into the station. Where should we go first?"

"First stop in the big department store where the Club has a charge account. It's 'shop till you drop' time."

For the next four hours the two of them went from department to department, buying dresses, shoes, lingerie, sports wear, anything that struck Sarah's fancy. The store was instructed to send the items to the hotel.

Already having a big wardrobe, Camille did not purchase so much, but when she saw a black lace Teddy nightgown she had to buy it. Sarah was curious.

"Why do you want that?" she asked.

"Isaac will love me in it. He will like the snug fit that emphasizes my curves. And the fact that my legs will be bare all the way up will give him lots of flesh to play with. The contrast between the dark skin on his fingers and the snow white of my thighs always arouses us both."

"His skin is not all that dark," said Sarah.

"No. He says all the women in his family were so beautiful that the white men made so many babies with them that the dark got washed away. His skin is like café latte. But it's a lot darker than my English white satin. When I put on this Teddy he will make me stand in front of him with my legs spread while he walks those tan fingers up the inside of my legs and sends me into orbit."

"Ooooo... that sounds delicious. Maybe I'll get one too. You said the three of us could spend time together."

"Go ahead," laughed Camille. "He's got two hands."

It was late afternoon when they finally got to the hotel and collapsed into comfortable chairs in the lobby bar. "I'm pooped," said Sarah.

"Come on girl," exhorted Camille. "We have a whole night ahead of us. You have to experience the city to see if you'd rather live here."

"But if I left the Club I would never be able to afford to buy the kinds of things I did today," mused Sarah. "That was so much fun."

"Yeah, one of the big benefits of being mistresses of rich older men is the having unlimited charge accounts. We can stay in this fancy hotel and just sign the slip."

"Let's go up to our room and relax a bit," said Sarah. "Then I'll be ready for you to show me the town."

The two women went to the registration desk and signed in. The desk clerk told them that many packages had come for them and had already been put in their room.

"We're sharing a room?" asked Sarah mischievously.

The desk clerk, a clean cut young man barely out of college, raised his eyes. Camille laughed. "Of course dear." She turned to the clerk and asked, "How many beds does this room have?"

"Only one madam," he said blushing furiously. "But it's king sized."

Camille looked at Sarah. "Do you have a problem with that my dear?"

"Oh no," cooed Sarah, winking at the desk clerk. "I hate to sleep alone."

The man dropped his eyes to the desk, but Camille kept at him. "Young man, is this king sized bed big enough for three?"

"I suppose so," he stammered. "Assuming of course the third person was not too large."

"Very good," laughed Camille. "We will make sure to find a small companion."

"Just sign here please," he said, afraid that these women were going to get him in trouble. "Here is your key. Can I have a porter get your luggage?"

"Oh we have no luggage," tittered Camille. "It's only for one night you see. Maybe you could send up a couple of tooth brushes."

Giggling like two school girls Sarah and Camille signed the registration card. When Camille looked up she saw that the desk clerk was running his eyes up and down Sarah's body. It gave her an idea.

"Young man, I think we are going to need your help in determining just how much extra room there will be in this so-called king sized bed. Do you have a measuring tape?"

"Why... yes.... there's a carpenter's tape in the office."

"Good. What time does your shift here at the desk end?"

"Six o'clock," he said, somewhat taken back by her forceful questions.

"Splendid," said Camille. "Come to our room at six o'clock with the measuring tape. And while you're at it, bring a bottle of good champagne and three glasses. By the way, what is your name?"

"Carl," he said, his mouth hanging open.

"Come along Sarah," said Camille brightly. "Let's go freshen up."

They walked arm in arm across the lobby to the elevators. "What are you doing?" laughed Sarah. "You embarrassed that poor boy to death. No way is he going to come to our room."

"We'll see," chuckled Camille. "It's fun once in a while to be able to flirt and tease without having to submit if we don't want to. At the Club we'd never get away with that."

Chapter 33 -- Carl Comes to Measure the Bed

"What a great room!" said Sarah, gushing over the small suite. It had a bedroom, a sitting room, two bathrooms, and a sweeping view of the city. The packages from the department store were stacked on the coffee table.

Camille nodded. "Nothing but the best for Club members. Check out that bed. It really is king sized and looks like it belongs in a castle."

"Yeah. And I really like the wooden head and foot boards with all those openings and decorations."

."Umm...", mused Camille. "The openings with bars in them look like jail windows. They could prove useful. But right now I want to take a shower and clean off the travel grime. There are two bathrooms so you can too."

"I will," said Sarah. "Let's try on some of our purchases afterwards."




The Manor House Ch. 03



"But all I bought was that Teddy."

Sarah laughed. "So put it on."

"Only if you put on the baby doll nightie that you bought."

"OK. We can cover up with those big terry cloth robes I see hanging in the closet."

They each took a long time in the luxurious showers. Sarah loved the rainwater showerhead that made it seem she was standing under a soft waterfall in a stream fed by a hot spring. The sensuality of it and the anticipation of her coming night with Camille generated little flutters in her stomach. She washed her hair, letting the soapy water run down over her breasts and stomach to saturate her pussy. It was all she could do to keep her hand away.

After drying her hair and applying some of the new make-up Camille had helped her buy, she took the baby doll nightie out of the box and dropped it over her head. It was made of red satin and hung on her like a sun dress with a very short skirt. The halter top was cut low, supported by thin red straps that draped over her shoulders. It came with matching bikini panties, for which she was grateful, considering the fact that the skirt flared out and ended about two inches below her crotch.

She admired herself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. The image was just what she had wanted: youthful innocence dressed up to excite a boyfriend. John had been on her mind when she picked out the sexy garment. With a sigh she put the terry cloth robe on over the nightie, cinched the sash at the waist, and went out into the sitting room.

Camille was sitting in the chair, wearing an identical white robe, but with her legs crossed and exposed up to her knees. On her feet were black pumps with four inch heels. She was browsing a pamphlet advertising restaurants and nightclubs.

"Well you took long enough," she said good naturedly. "But you look great. How does the nightie fit?"

"Perfectly," said Sarah. "Want to see?"

"Is the earth round? Of course I want to see. Open your robe."

Sarah undid the sash and spread the panels wide, holding out her arms and posing with one foot in front of the other. "TA DA!"

"Stunning!" exclaimed Camille. "You look good enough to eat. But you should remember to put on high heels when making a grand entrance like that."

Sarah flushed and pulled her robe closed. "Now let's see you," she said.

Being less inhibited than Sarah, Camille stood up and let her robe fall off of her shoulders to land in a pile at her feet. Her voluptuous body seemed to be bursting out of the Teddy in all directions. She crooked her finger at Sarah.

"Come here little girl," she crooned.

Sucking in a breath Sarah started across the room like she was being pulled by a magnet. But before she got half way there, a knock sounded at the door.

"Now who could that be?" wondered Camille. "It's just after six o'clock, so it might be our friend Carl. Go check, Sarah." Camille picked up her robe and bundled herself into it while Sarah closed her own robe and went to the door.

"Who's there?" she asked.

"It's Carl from the front desk. I have your champagne and I brought the measuring tape."

Camille was smiling broadly. "What did I tell you? Come on Sarah, open the door and let him in."

Carl had a bottle in a silver ice bucket in one hand, and a tray balancing three champagne flutes in the other. Also on the tray looking like a big bug was a retracting tape measure. When he saw the women in bathrobes with their hair and faces all made up he almost dropped the whole lot on the floor.

Coming to his rescue Camille took the tray. "Here Carl, let me help you. You poor thing, having to carry all this by yourself. Let's put everything on the table by the window."

"Thank you mam," said Carl. "I put the champagne on your bill. Would you please sign here?"

"Carl, I am shocked," said Camille with mock surprise. "Shouldn't a good looking young man like yourself be buying the drinks for two attractive women who invite him to their hotel room?"

"Well I....."

"Who did you think the third glass was for? Are we going to have pay for your drink too?"

Carl was at a loss. He had assumed that there was going to be a third guest in the room, and that was the reason for all the fuss over the size of the bed. Now he realized how naïve he had been, and he was red in the face.

Trying hard not to laugh, Sarah took pity on him and picked up the tape measure. "It's okay Carl. You've been so nice to bring us this tape we really should pay for your drink. Now pour us all a glass. We'll sign your silly receipt later."

Gratefully Carl filled the glasses and handed one to each of the women. He didn't fail to notice that their robes had come open at the top, and that there was bare flesh underneath. He emptied his glass in one gulp.

"Have another," chirped Camille. "I'm going to. Don't you just love the little bubbles that tickle the roof of your mouth?"

At that point Carl knew he was being teased and that the wild fantasies he had been having ever since these two women checked in might indeed come true. He downed his second glass, and then refilled all three glasses.

"Now just how are we going to measure the capacity of the bed in the other room?" mused Camille, batting her eyes at Carl over the edge of her glass. "Any ideas Carl?"

"Well," he replied. "We can easily measure the width of the bed. But then we must know how much space a person requires."

"Precisely the problem," said Camille. "Every person is different: their bodies are different, and the way they sleep is different. For example, if you curl your body into a fetal position you are going to take up more space than if you lie straight."

He did not know what to say to that.

Camille continued. "But it is not an insurmountable problem. The first two sleepers are right here, Sarah and me, and we can lie on the bed while you measure the space we take up in our various sleeping positions. Then simple arithmetic will tell us how much space is left for the third person. Get the tape measure, Carl, and let's do it."

The thought of using the tape measure on the robe clad bodies of two beautiful women produced an instant bulge in Carl's pants. Both Camille and Sarah were watching for it, and they nodded at each other. Sarah thought it was such fun. Being with Camille made for a lively time.

"You go first Sarah," said Camille. "Go lie down like you sleep and Carl will measure you."

By this time Sarah was really getting into the spirit of the game. Carl was getting turned on, and she decided to turn up the heat. "I'm going to have to take off my robe," she said. "The bulk of it would distort the readings."

"You're absolutely right," agreed Camille as the three of them proceeded to the bedroom. "We don't sleep in our robes, so they must come off."

Carl followed them, afraid to say anything that would break the spell. His cock was throbbing in his pants. Although he wasn't a virgin, he had never encountered anything like these two older babes.

Sarah crossed the room to the far side of the bed and stood with her back to the dark window. The light from the lamp on the bedside table reflected off the white of her robe. Ever so slowly she undid the sash at her waist and opened the terrycloth folds. Carl's eyes were wide as the brilliant red of the nightie came into view.

"Oh my...."

Casually Sarah slipped her arms out of the sleeves and pulled the robe away, all the while keeping her eyes on Carl's, with an occasional side glance at Camille. She had both of their one hundred percent attention and was reveling in it.

"I guess my nightie is not going to take up much room," she said sweetly. "So I'll leave it on for now. I'm going to lie here on the edge so it will be easy for Carl to measure me."

"We will have to take multiple measurements in different positions," said Camille authoritatively. "First on your back, then on your stomach, then on your side with one leg extended. The biggest dimension is the one we will have to use."

Sarah lay down on her back and put her hands over her head, gripping the bars in the headboard. "What about this position, with my hands tied above my head and my elbows out? I end up like this a lot."

"HO HO," laughed Camille. "You're right. I almost forgot one of the most important readings. We will also have to take one with your legs spread like they were tied to the footboard. Get busy Carl."

With hands that were shaking so much he could barely hold the tape, Carl extended the metal band and lay it across Sarah's shoulders, intending to measure between her elbows. But the tape was too high on her body to actually touch his targets.

"No, no..." said Camille. "Move the tape lower to position it properly."

Lower meant right across Sarah's heaving breasts. In her excitement her nipples were elongated and poking up in the fabric of the halter top. Carl' eyes were glued on the sexy peaks, and he lay the tape right on the peaks. If they wanted to play this game, it was okay with him. Pretending to adjust the position of the end of the tape to touch her elbow, he sawed the smooth metal back and forth over her nipples.

"Ahhhhh.....", moaned Sarah.

"Ignore her," said Camille. "What is the reading to the other elbow?"

Carl looked down. "Twenty three inches," he said.

"Okay, that's probably the widest position on her back. Let's flip her over and check the other side."

"Won't it be the same if her hands are tied in the same place?" reasoned Carl, trying to keep his cool and act intelligent.

Camille smiled at him. "Not if her legs are spread. Over you go, Sarah."

Sarah rolled onto her stomach, and in the process the short shirt on the nightie rode up, exposing half of her panty covered ass. She made no move to adjust the covering.

"Look at that bubble butt," said Camille. "It demands to be fondled.... like this...." Her hand cupped one of Sarah's cheeks and squeezed, eliciting another low moan. "Come on Carl, you do the other cheek. You'll be amazed at how it is firm and soft at the same time."

He willingly complied, with the result that his cock was pressing so hard against his pants that it hurt. In an attempt to correct the situation he twisted his hips, a move that made his condition obvious and gave Camille an opportunity.

"I can help you with that," she said. "You just keep your hand on Sarah's fine ass while I adjust things." Then, using one hand to pull his pants out from his body and the other hand to grip his cock, she maneuvered the hard rod until it was laying comfortably against his lower stomach.

"OHH GODDD...." he blurted in a shaky voice.

"Now Sarah spread your legs like they are when they are tied in the medium penetration position. We can't go to the full spread eagle position or it will take up the whole bed."

Sarah and Carl both laughed at that remark. With a deep sigh Sarah opened her legs and pointed her toes. Carl watched spellbound as her barely covered pussy came into view. A sheen of wetness covered the pouch of satin that clung to the tell tale shape between her legs.

"You're not measuring up there," smirked Camille. "Go down and check the distance between her feet."

"It's the same," he reported. "Twenty three inches."

"Okay, that must be her number," said Camille. "Get up dear, now it's my turn."

Sarah rose and went to the other side of the bed. With a nod in her direction, Camille faced Carl and dropped her robe to the floor.

"Jesus Christ on a stick!" he bellowed. "By god you are a lot of woman!"

"Calm yourself boy," she tittered. "And do your job. I will start on my back in the same position as Sarah."

It was obvious that Camille was a larger woman and was taking up more space on the bed. In addition, her breasts were fuller and sticking up more. Again the tips of the elbows seemed to be in line with her stiff nipples, and Carl was delighted to place the tape squarely on top of them.

"Slide the tape a little," murmured Camille. "It feels so good." Back and forth went the band, and her nipples seemed to grow and push against it.

"Ahhh.... ahhhh.. okay that's enough.... What's the reading?"

"Twenty six inches."

"I'm a bed hog," laughed Camille. "All right, now I'm going to turn over and get on my knees in a position I frequently end up in. Measure between my feet."

Carl stared and Sarah put her hand over her mouth in shock as Camille got on all fours with her ass in the air in the classic position to be taken from the rear. The fabric of the Teddy gapped open between her legs as she scissored her feet outward. Carl was transfixed like he had been freeze frozen.

"What are you waiting for?" Camille cried. "Either measure me or fuck me."

He hastened to the foot of the bed and extended the tape between her widely spaced feet. "Twenty nine inches," he said, the shock of her invitation still reverberating in his head.

Camille collapsed on her side and smiled at him. "Too bad," she said. "I gave you your chance. It may or may not come again." With that she swung her feet onto the floor and stood up.

"Now measure the width of the bed, and we'll calculate the left over sleeping space," she said. "Sarah take the other end of the tape and hold it on your edge."

When the tape was in position Carl read out the number. "Eighty five inches."

"Okay, let's see," Camille was writing numbers in the air with her fingers, making her tits shake in a way that caught everyone's attention. "Twenty three plus twenty nine is fifty two. Subtract that from eighty five, and we have left thirty three inches. The question is: can we get a decent sized man in that space?"

Sarah looked Carl up and down, her eyes lingering on the bulge in his pants. "Well, Carl here is a decent sized man, at least in some respects. Let's measure him and see if he fits."

"Right oh. Carl please lie down on your back so we can measure you."

Carl was in such a state that complied immediately. He didn't even flinch when Camille raised his hands above his head and put his wrists together against the headboard. After seeing the women assume this position he thought it was normal. What he couldn't see was the look exchanged between Camille and Sarah, and Sarah slipping the sash out of one of the terry cloth robes.

Taking the tape measure in her hand Camille extended it across his chest. "I want to get it lined up with your nipples just like was done with us," she said. Feeling around on his shirt she located his nipples and tweaked them so she could see where they were to place the tape. In the process she dangled her tits in his face, and let one of her erect nipples touch his lips.

With all this stimulation Carl didn't notice that Sarah was wrapping the sash around his wrists and through the bars in the headboard. By the time it registered in his over heated brain, he was helplessly secured to the bed.

"Hey," he cried. "What's going on?"

The women ignored him. "Only thirty inches between his elbows," said Camille. He fits."

"But is he decent size?" asked Sarah innocently?

"Well let's see," replied her friend. "First we have to make sure he is at his maximum extension. Remember what I taught you and work him up. While your doing that I will explain his situation to him."

Carl struggled but could not free his hands. "I don't fucking believe this," he yelped.

"What fun!" declared Sarah. "We have a man under OUR control for a change."

Sarah sat on the edge of the bed at the level of Carl's hips and used her fingernail to trace the outline of his cock through his pants. He squirmed and moaned but could not avoid her touch. Meanwhile, Camille knelt on the floor and put her mouth up to his ear.

"Now listen to me Carl. Can you hear me ok?

"YES, god damn it, I can hear you. But I don't like this being tied down shit."

"Relax. You're going to love it."

"The guys will never believe this."

"Do you want us to take some pictures?"

"NO... yes... shit I don't know...."

"Now Carl, just to make sure you hear me good, I'm going to clean out your ear with my tongue. What do you think of that?"

"OH SHIT... I love that when my girl friend does it."

"She doesn't do it like I do it Carl. Now stop using dirty words and concentrate on my tongue and what Sarah is about to do to your cock."

"OHHHH......GODDDDDDDDD....AHHHHHHH....."

Camille dabbed and licked his ear, inside and out. She blew her hot breath in a gentle stream around the crevices and into the grotto. Glancing down over his heaving chest, she saw that Sarah was working on the zipper on his pants. She waited until she saw Sarah's hand wrap around the bare rod and then she plunged her tongue deep into his ear.

"AARRRGGGGGGG....."

Carl's hips came up off the bed. Sarah had his cock firmly in one hand and was teasing the tip with the other. Her mouth came down so she could lick and kiss it the way Camille had taught her.

"Are you hearing me Carl," whispered Camille into the wet cave of his ear. "We are going to keep you tied to this bed all evening. We are going to strip you and play with you. We are going to make you do things to please us, and if you fail, we are going to whip your ass, and your cock, and maybe even your tender balls. Are you hearing me Carl?"

"Yesssss..... I hear you...... don't hurt me...... I'll do what you want...... "

"Listen to him Sarah. How many times have we had to say those words."

"Many, many," she said. "Mostly we liked saying them, and I think Carl does too. Look at the size of his cock."

"Yea, it's decent sized all right," agreed Camille. "In fact I think I'll take advantage of it and have a good fuck before dinner. That ok with you?"

"Sure. I'll wait until later. And even then I may not feel like it. My pussy needs rest."

"Not mine," said Camille. "Isaac hasn't been around much lately. Get his pants off so I can straddle him."

While Sarah pulled off Carl's shoes and pants, Camille stood beside his head and slipped out of her Teddy, giving him a good view of her tits and ass in the process. "Want a little teat sucking to calm you down little boy?" she teased. "I don't want you going off too soon on me. I would have to punish you for that."

Without waiting for an answer she leaned over and dropped a succulent nipple into his mouth. Again his hips came off the bed as he tasted her and felt her response. Sarah proceeded to strip him naked from the waist down and continued to tease his cock and balls to make him ready.

When she had had enough, Camille plucked her nipple from his mouth and straighten up. "Time to perform," she said , and threw a leg over him to settle her ass on his stomach. "Be a dear and guide him in," she said to Sarah.

For the next three minutes Camille bounced up and down on Carl's young cock like she was trotting on a horse. The sweat was pouring off of both of their faces. He had never felt anything like it in his life. Miraculously he held back from cuming until Camille gave him the signal.

"Now Carl! I'm ready. Tickle his balls Sarah! I want to feel that hot geyser!"

"AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa......"

"YESSSSSSSS..........."

Chapter 34 -- Sarah and Camille Go to Dinner and Are Surprised

After satisfying herself and giving Carl the thrill of his life, Camille took another quick shower and dressed for dinner. Sarah cleaned Carl up and made him comfortable, but she did not untie him. She promised to bring him some desert from dinner, and told him they would let him go when they were through with him. Then she took off her nightie and displayed her body for him before going into her bathroom to dress.

"Try to sleep Carl," said Camille cheerfully as they prepared to leave the room. "You'll need your energy when we come back. Is there anyone who might wonder where you are tonight that we should call? We could tell them that you are working a second shift at the hotel."




The Manor House Ch. 03



"No. No one will miss me tonight. Now that I'm satisfied you're not going to cut my balls off I am actually enjoying this. Just don't leave me too long."

Camille assured him as they went out the door. "Don't worry. I'm looking forward to coming back."

The hotel dining room was large and elegant. Crystal chandeliers cast a soft light that was augmented by candles on each white-clothed table. Scattered among the tables and providing privacy were plants in ornate terracotta pots. The room was about half full of well dressed men and women, mostly couples, but a few single men were seated at small tables along the periphery.

At least twenty pair of eyes followed Sarah and Camille as they were shown to a table near the center. Camille had dressed up the clothes she wore into town by adding long hoop earrings and a tiara in her buffed up hair. Sarah had chosen one of the sexiest of the new dresses she had bought that day, one that showed off her youthful figure to great advantage. Together they gave the impression of young women out for a good time.

"Do you think we'd have any trouble getting picked up in here?" asked Camille playfully as they were seated. She was speaking to Sarah, but said it loud enough for the waiter to hear. He smiled and handed them their menus.

"Would you care to order drinks?" he inquired politely. "Or would you prefer to wait for one of the gentlemen studying you to send them to you?"

"My aren't you the perceptive waiter," laughed Camille. "But I think we'll order the first round ourselves. Champagne cocktails please."

"Very good madam," he said, bowing and backing away.

"Camille, shame on you," chuckled Sarah. "We already have one hotel employee under our control. Do you want another one?"

"What can I say? I like to flirt."

The menus were large and had many pages. "My goodness, I have never seen such a variety of choices," said Sarah. "How can I know what to order?"

"The seafood here is always excellent," responded Camille. "Would you like me to order for you?"

Sarah put down the menu and batted her eyes. "That would be lovely. You can be in charge of me for the night."

"Better be careful what you say girl," laughed Camille. "I will have you doing more tricks than a circus clown."

The words stirred something wiggly in Sarah's stomach. She looked up at Camille's pretty face and smiled. Suddenly over Camille's shoulder she saw a large man enter the dining room.

"OH MY GOD, Camille. You're not going to believe this, but I think John just came in."

Camille wheeled around in her chair to look. The motion caught John's eye, and he headed toward them.

"Hello," he said simply.

"Hello yourself," said Camille. "What are you doing here?"

Sarah kept her eyes down, not knowing how to react to this surprise. She was flustered and at the same time strangely excited by John's sudden appearance.

"I came looking for you," he said. "Ian told me you would be staying at the Royal Crown. Do you mind if I join you?"

"OK with me," shrugged Camille. "What do you say, Sarah? You know that outside the Club John does not have any special authority over us."

Sarah raised her eyes and found John staring at her, his eyes conveying an emotion she had not seen before. He spoke directly to her. "Sarah, I want to talk with you about our relationship. We can do it in private, or with Camille. I know she is your friend and you will want her to confide in her anyway. What do you say?"

When she answered the sound of her own voice was strange to her. Her heart seemed to have risen in her chest and smothered her vocal cords. What came out was broken phrases in the tone of a little girl about to be chastised. "Our relationship? .... okay..... yes..... yes, I would like Camille to be with me.... please sit down .... "

John pulled up a chair just as the waiter returned with the two glasses of champagne. He recognized John as a frequent customer in the hotel restaurant and a big tipper. "Good evening, sir. Can I bring you a cocktail? You prefer our best scotch if I recall."

"Thank you Robert," said John. "Make it a double. And I think the ladies are ready to order their dinner. I will be joining them, but will not be eating."

"Yes," said Camille. "Let's order now so this important conversation will not be interrupted. My companion and I will each have the filet of sole."

The waiter left and John took Sarah's hand. "It's very simple really," he said softly. "I want you to wear my red ribbon again. You are in my thoughts constantly, and I can't stand the idea that other men are taking advantage of you."

A tear formed in the corner of Sarah's eye. Camille sipped her champagne and remained quiet. John put his hand on Sarah's cheek and continued. "You deserve to know why I did what I did. I was afraid of having you become too dependent on me. For the past five years I have avoided like the plague taking on any responsibility for another person. I thought I wanted to be completely free. But now I see that I need the kind of intimacy in my life that you and I experienced."

"Oh John," said Sarah. "You don't have to give up your freedom to be intimate with me. I understand your need to be able to play with other women and not feel guilty. Let's face it; I like variety as much as you. I could have left the Club after you made me wear the yellow ribbon, but I didn't. None of the other men made me feel the way you did, but still I loved the sexual excitement."

He took a deep breath. "Do you think it's possible for a man and a woman to have a special closeness and share everything while at the same time they are enjoying sex with other people? I've always thought that men maybe could do that, but women could not."

Camille could not hold back. "That's an idea that our modern culture has forced on women. The fact that the Commerce Club is flourishing proves that it does not hold for all women. Think about the thousands of years when men had multiple wives. I'll bet there was always one wife who was close to her husband, and the others were mainly sex partners."

The waiter appeared and set John's drink in front of him. He took a sip, waiting for Sarah's reaction. When she was silent he pressed her. "What do you think Sarah?"

"I am still feeling my way in all this. Remember it's been only a few weeks since I came in from the country, a virgin with no experience with men. All I know is that you make me feel special, and that I am turned on by sexual submission."

"And that you like women too," said Camille with a smile.

"Some women, sometimes," replied Sarah grinning. "But I want to have a close relationship with a man, a particular man. I will gladly wear your red ribbon again, John. At some point I know I will want to leave the Club and have a more normal life, but I am still young and want to experiment. Let's see where it goes."

"That's great!" he said enthusiastically. "I promise not to back off when I feel that I am getting too close to you."

"And I promise not to be demanding or possessive."

Camille through up her hands in mock dismay. "This is getting too mushy for words. We should have violins playing. I promise to tempt you both sexually all the time to keep you on your toes."

They all laughed and toasted each other. "Well, I'm glad that's settled," said John. "How shall we celebrate?"

Sarah and Camille looked at each other. "You tell him," said Sarah.

"Well.... you see John we did not expect to see you here and we have sort of already arranged... well... you see we have a young man... actually the hotel desk clerk.... well you see he is naked and tied to our bed in our hotel room. He's waiting for us to come back after dinner."

John coughed into his drink, blowing scotch up into his nose. "Ahh... you've got to be kidding me!"

"I'm afraid not," said Sarah with a sweet smile. "You teach us all these things at the Club, and then when we are let loose on society.... well..... we do what comes naturally. I'll tell you that is one happy desk clerk up there, waiting for more."

"Well he's not getting any more of you tonight," said John with authority.

Camille scolded him playfully. "Now John, you know you don't have control over us outside of the Club. The red ribbon doesn't work here."

"It works for me," said Sarah. "I am happy to be with John tonight. Camille, you can have the desk clerk all to yourself."

"Okay," laughed Camille. "I guess our joint night on the town is being postponed for now. But when John is away, or whenever you get tired of him, let me know and we'll come back here again."

"You are going to keep me on my toes," said John. "Give me your hand, Sarah."

Sarah lay her hand on the table in front of John, her palm up in a gesture of supplication. He produced a red ribbon from his coat pocket and lovingly tied it around her wrist.

The End



The Manor House Ch. 04



The days passed slowly. 

While her bones knitted, Shandi had plenty of time to think and Rob took it upon herself to fill Shandi's time with knowledge. Every morning, with the arrival of half-coddled eggs and tepid coffee, Rob strode into the room, flung the heavy drapes open and let the healing sunlight cascade into the room. She'd give Shandi a quick kiss on the forehead and settle into the chair, opening the morning paper and would proceed to read to her.

At first, Shandi didn't know what to make of the woman. That first morning, she noticed that Rob was around the same age as she was and that she was a beautiful woman. She had long dark, brown hair and green eyes, so striking that she reminded her of the exotic woman that had once graced a famous National Geographic cover. She wasn't tall but she had enough height to make the rest of her bodily features look long and graceful and complained in mutters from time to time that her feet were too small.

What Rob noticed about Shandi is that she was probably the most beautiful black woman that she'd ever seen. Under the layers of bruised flesh and broken bone lay a girl, a sweet girl who tried with every fiber in her being to cling to the notion of innocence. She was a smart woman; she had visited a gallery just last weekend where her paintings had been on display and she had fallen in love with one of them in particular. 

The setting was dusk and a smattering of stars peaked through the haze of approaching thunderclouds, joining the moon in directing beams of heavenly light on a farmer and the horse he was returning to the barn. It wasn't just the twilight of the scene that caught Rob's attention, it was the look on the farmer's face, a look that was filled with serenity and perhaps a touch of gratefulness to be able to look upon the beauty of the heavens even though he was tired from working the land. 

Shandi had captured it so perfectly that Rob had returned several times and each time had been moved to tears. She had wanted to buy the piece but was told that it was not for sale; that the artist had only loaned it to the gallery to show along with the other pieces that were available for purchase. Because of the painting, she felt such a profound connection with Shandi that she found herself unable to leave the room at times. She stood at the side of the bed, looking down at the sleeping woman, reaching out to touch her cheek with tender fingertips.

Once, Shandi had awoken to the gentle touch and wondered what was going on but an orderly strode in with lunch, breaking their stare and she moved away, taking up her usual seat and beginning the next chapter of 'Sense and Sensibility'. Finally, thirteen days later, the doctor said that she could leave and Rob was right there, a big smile on her face.

"Have you made up your mind?"

Shandi finished the last of her deep breathing exercises, happy to feel that the cracked ribs were no longer giving her a reason to gasp in pain. "Made up my mind about what?"

"About staying with me."

"Rob, I ... I don't want to impose on you."

"You won't be." She fished a brochure out of her pocket and laid it on Shandi's lap. The glossy paper showed a place called Manor House, a residential home for battered women. It was located on ten acres of property and boasted a manmade lake, complete security and a gun range. Along with those amenities, Manor House also had individual and group therapy sessions, mud baths and massage therapy. Tutors visited twice a week to aid those who were interested in pursuing their GEDs and a separate tutor stopped by for ESL lessons.

"Manor House?"

"It's my place. I thought you might like to come and stay awhile."

"A home for battered women?"

"It's not just that." Rob grinned, having heard this from several women before Shandi and took a seat. "It's my home and my life's work. I think it'll be a great place for you to finish your recuperation and you can do me a favor by helping me out."

"How would I be helping you out?"

"By talking to the other women. By letting them see that things that happen to them are also shared by people that are wealthy."

"Robina ... "

"I told you not to call me that." 

Shandi gasped when Rob leaned over her, her luscious strawberry red lips hovering just inches from her own. She didn't know why but Rob's proximity excited her. A sharp bolt of adrenalin tightened her stomach and a strange warmth flooded her pussy. "I-I'm sorry."

"Count yourself lucky." Rob nearly closed her eyes as she inhaled Shandi's singular scent, combined with the usual medicinal smells. "But I owe you a spanking."

For some odd reason, those words sent a thrill through Shandi and she shivered as her nipples hardened. "Wait till I'm fully healed and you'll have a fight on your hands."

Rob smiled, forcing herself to stand up. Shandi was still healing both physically and emotionally. It wouldn't do either of them good to throw sex into the mix just now. "I'll take you up on it." The woman offered her a rare smile and Rob returned the smile. "So, are you coming or what?" 



The Manor House Ch. 05



Rob didn't pick her up at the hospital. Instead, a scary-looking man that reminded her of a crazed version of Jeremiah Johnson strode into her room and took a long look around before he turned his almost pupil-less eyes onto her. Shandi cowered in the bed, her mouth hanging open and prepared to scream in case he planned on assaulting her.

"I look rough but I won't hurt you." The cultured sound of his voice caught her totally off-guard and he gave her a little bow, a smile mixed with sneer on his bearded face. "I'm Milo."

"I'm Shandi. Are you British?"

"Scottish, with a bit of Welsh blood on me grandmother's side." He smiled. "Thanks for noticing."

"Your accent's very distinctive."

"Yeah, yeah. I haven't liked it much since that bastard, Billy Connolly got famous. Everywhere I went, people were asking me if I was him."

"You don't look like him."

"No?" He strode over to the mirror and gazed at his weathered features, making faces that had Shandi laughing hysterically. "I thought I was sexy."

"You are, Milo."

"You think so?"

Shandi snorted. "No, but I expect that your mother does!"

They shared a hearty laugh for a long moment, then Milo clapped a hand on her shoulder, his eyes still bright with merriment. "It's nice to meet a gal that has a sense of humor, considering." Shandi nodded, her smile fading. "Are you ready to go?"

"I guess so."

"Not sure?"

She sighed, swinging her legs out of the bed and heading toward the bathroom to change into her clothes. "No."

"Why?"

"Because it was my fault, Milo. It was my fault that Donnie got mad and ... "

"Was it your fault that he broke your wrist?"

Milo's question made her pause in buttoning her shirt. "No."

"No one ever has the right to put their hands on you in a violent manner, Shandi. You'll learn that at the House." Milo strode over when she opened the door and roughly tucked her shirt into her pants, straightening her collar and making sure that the cuff was neatly folded over her cast. "And the important thing is that you won't be learning alone." He noted her shy smile of understanding and watched her as she glanced around the hospital room one last time. "Time to go, Shandi."

* * * * *

The road trip was long but Shandi slept through most of it. She hadn't been sleeping well in the hospital, especially when Rob had brought her news of Donnie's release. She tried to act as if she wasn't scared out of her gourd but her shaking hands gave her away, causing Rob to give her an extra long embrace when she'd left for the day. Now away from the hospital and in a safe environment, she courted sleep as if she was a desperate lover, slipping into its comforting arms as soon as they headed onto the highway.

"Shandi. Shandi, we're here." Milo's gentle shake brought Shandi hurtling back to reality with a scream muffled in her throat. He gave her warm smile and a light squeeze on the knee. "I thought you'd like to see the entrance. Always brightens up my day."

She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and wiping the drool from her mouth, hoping that Milo hadn't seen that last bit. He grinned and wheeled the sedan into the driveway, dirt clouds arising behind them. The entryway to The Manor House was indeed impressive. Huge, spreading oaks lined the dirt road and rings of impatiens and daisies surrounded each thick trunk. A couple of horses gamboled in the grassy pasture and butterflies flitted about them.

"This is like a fairy tale."

"Told ya." Milo snickered, beaming like a kid on Christmas Day. "It took us a long time and a lot of money to get it just right but Rob was very specific on what she wanted. She wanted anyone who came here to leave the ugliness of the world behind, to see only the beauty of the world and to find the beauty inside yourself."

"It is beautiful. She did a wonderful job."

"I helped, too!"

Shandi laughed, patting his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Milo. You did a wonderful job as well."

The rest of the drive was filled with laughter and Milo pointed out the outbuildings, explaining where the barn and stables were. "You'll be expected to help out around the place. Rob will fill you in on your duties so don't worry. Look at this as a new start on life for you."

While his words sunk into her ears, the meaning behind them settled into her heart and for the first time in weeks, she felt the sun, not just saw it but felt it warming her. "I'll try, Milo. I'll try." 



The Manor House Ch. 06



"Shandi!" Rob came sailing out of the house, wiping her hands on the bottom of her apron. Shandi gratefully sank into the circle of Rob's arms, suddenly overcome by emotions that she hadn't known that she was holding back. She was happy that Rob welcomed her tears, the woman's hands gently massaging her back softly. "Oh, Shandi, you're safe here. Welcome."

Shandi didn't know why she was crying but the release and Rob's soothing voice felt good. She swallowed her sobs and shook her head, unable to find words immediately. It took her several seconds before she could squeak out two words: "Thank you."

Rob pulled back and surveyed the woman, noticing that the bags beneath her eyes were slowly retreating and that her smile was quicker to turn the corners of her mouth upward. "No need to thank me. I'm glad that you came." She shot a glance at Milo who gave her a nod. "Did Milo scare you?"

"A little bit but he sorta reminds me of Robbie Coltrane ... "

"Jesus, is there no bloody actor that I remind people of?" The large man huffed, skulking to the side of the van and retrieving Shandi's luggage.

Rob grinned. "He's kinda sensitive about that."

"I gathered as much. He complained about some guy named Connolly ... "

"Ah." Rob put her arm around Shandi's shoulders and steered her into the back door. A magnificent kitchen opened into the bowels of the house and three women were busily preparing a meal. A heavyset white woman looked up from her job of stirring a huge pot and set the spoon down, striding over to Rob's side. "Shandi, this is Lisa. Lisa is our master chef and commander supreme of the kitchen staff."

"Nice to meet you."

Lisa cast a discerning eye on her. "You're too skinny."

The woman's harsh comment took Shandi aback and she looked away, tears burning in her eyes. Rob noticed the way that Shandi reacted and knew that this one would have a long way to go before she found her way back to herself. Lisa's comments were always the first test to see if the incoming person had any will to fight. Clearly, Shandi had none. Rob tightened her arm around Shandi's shoulders and turned her toward the other girls.

"These are two of our staff members, Colleen and Melba." The young women shook Shandi's hand, both bearing bruises that were yellowing in retreat. Seeing their injuries made Shandi self-conscious of her own and she raised a hand to her eye.

"Don't worry. We've all had them."

Melba's words struck a nerve and Shandi lowered her hand, her eyes sweeping the floor. Colleen and Melba turned back to their job of making lattice pie pastry tops for the couple dozen cherry and apple pies that patiently waited.

"Everyone gets a job around here, Shandi. What are you good at?"

"Painting. It's what I do ... er, used to do."

Rob caught the slight change in the woman's tone. "When was the last time you painted?"

The pain and loss of losing the single thing that fed her soul bloomed fresh in Shandi's chest. "Three years ago." She took a shuddering sigh. "Donnie said that it took too much time away from him."

Anger burned in Rob's chest and she immediately knew what needed to be done for Shandi. "Well, we can fix that. Have you ever worked with horses?"

"No."

"Would you like to try?"

"I guess so."

"Good. Let me introduce you to Hannah." The stable was huge and fragrant with the mixed scents of warm horseflesh, steaming manure and leather and Rob noticed that Shandi wrinkled her nose. "You'll get used to it. Believe me, horse manure is the tamest of manures to have to smell."

"Tamest?"

"Wait until you meet our pigs. Then you'll understand." Rob located Hannah in one of the stalls, shoveling chunks of manure into a wheelbarrow while a dappled gray mare watched. After a quick introduction, the tall woman handed Shandi a pitchfork and gestured toward a bale of hay. She had never done work in a stable before but Shandi knew that fresh hay had to be laid down in each stall. She took the fork, grabbed a portion of hay and began to spread it out in an adjacent stall. 

She worked steadily under Hannah's direction and two hours later, the woman told her that she had done well and that she'd done enough for the day. Sore and weary, Shandi headed back to the house and was grateful when Melba met her at the back door with a steaming mug of cinnamon tea. 

"You did good. Come on. I'll take you to your room." 



The Manor House Ch. 07



While she sipped, Melba informed her about the house rules. Shoes were not to be worn in the house and work boots were to be left in the back foyer. Breakfast was mandatory and was dinner but it was up to you to take lunch, if you wanted it. Breakfast was ready at 6, lunch at 12:30 and dinner at 6. Once a week, you were expected to wash dishes and help prepare food.

"Now, it's almost five. I think the best thing for you would be to shower up and rest before dinner."

Shandi heeded her new friend's advice and Melba led her up to the room that Rob had prepared for her, then quietly left, shutting the door behind her. She showered, luxuriating in the hot water and lilac shower gel, then laid down on the bed naked, allowing the breeze from the open window to caress her drying flesh. Her hands moved across her body, smoothing the drops of water away and Rob's image popped into her mind as her fingertips grazed her nipples, bringing them into quick relief.

She wasn't sure what it was about Rob that affected her so deeply but she knew that she wanted to be with her, that she wanted to be on the receiving end of her love and affection. Am I gay now? That question flitted quickly through her mind but paled against the strength of her new feelings. She closed her eyes and pinched her nipples, imagining Rob's naked body beside her. "Oh, Rob, touch me."

Rob climbed up the last set of stairs, heading toward the last bedroom where Shandi was settling in. She hadn't been downstairs to meet her when she returned from her stable duties and she wanted to make sure that the young woman was all right. Who was she kidding? She wanted to gaze into her eyes and steal glances at those fabulous legs and generous breasts. She wanted to lay her down in her bed and lick that sweet brown skin until she begged for release. She wanted ... 

"Yes, Rob. I want you so much."

Rob paused, her fist raised to knock on the door, a shiver running through her body hearing her name spoken so sensually by Shandi. Heat crept up her neck and flooded her face, making her gasp for breath as her nipples tightened in response. She leaned against the door jamb, grasped the door knob and silently eased the door open. 

Shandi groaned, gently massaging her trimmed mound and rubbing her nipples. She imagined Rob's hands on her knees, applying pressure so that her legs splayed open, exposing her wet, pink pussy. Her fingers parted the turgid flesh and stroked, one digit burrowing into the sopping hole and drawing a long, deep whimper from her. "Please, Rob. Don't tease me." She gasped, pressing her finger in deeper. "Fuck me with your tongue."

Rob had to bite her hand to keep from moaning. The sight of Shandi's naked body writhing on the bed was enough to make her mouth water but coupled with the heady lust in her voice made her want to do just what she asked. She violently shoved her hand into her pants, quickly finding her clit and pressing a finger as deep into her cunt as she could. Yes. She licked her lips, catching her tongue between her teeth as a sweet shiver of pleasure coursed through her. I'd fuck you with my tongue, Shandi. I'd lick every inch of your beautiful black pussy.

"Rob." Shandi moaned, her finger sawing in and out of her clutching hole. The pressure was building so slowly, so deeply that she was panting, her body arched in response. She released her nipple, sucked her middle finger into her mouth, then pushed it up into her ass. "Oh, Rob. Yes, fuck me! Fuck me!"

Separated by a few yards, both women exploded, Shandi's climax drenching her hand while Rob's flooded her panties as well as her fingers and left them both gasping for breath. Shandi slowly removed her finger, trembling as she came a second time from the movement and closed her eyes, letting sleep slowly overcome her, her finger still lodged in her pussy. 

When the door opened, she didn't bother to open her eyes. She had known that someone had been watching her and imagined that it was Rob. She felt a soft hand caress her shoulder and fingers stroke her sweaty brow before a cool cotton sheet was pulled over her fevered body and a soft kiss laid to her temple. A tired grin crossed her lips as she slipped deeply into sleep, now knowing that Rob had seen her and that maybe her dream would come true.



The Manor House Ch. 08



When she awoke an hour later and headed down to dinner, Shandi was amazed to see the number of people that were assembled around the huge table in the living room. There were at least 25 people seated on each side with Rob at one end and Milo at the other. She was also surprised to see that there were a couple of men there as well, one boasting a healing wounds on his cheeks. Rob waved her over and she felt the heat rise in her face, remembering that the woman now knew how she felt about her.

"Everyone!" It took several seconds for the chattering to quiet down. "Everyone, this is Shandi. Shandi, this is everyone."

In one voice, the group shouted, "Hi, Shandi!"

"Hi." She laughed.

"Shandi will be helping Hannah in the stable until we can get her studio set up and I'm hoping to convince her to give some painting lessons." Rob gave her a wink and heat rose again. "I expect each of you to introduce yourselves to her and make her feel at home at Manor House."

Applause rang out and Milo pulled a chair back, allowing Shandi to sit next to Rob. Shandi shyly glanced over at Rob then turned her sight on the rest of the table, letting her eyes connect with the others. Most of the faces were open and accepting, especially those of Colleen, Melba and Hannah but there were a few that were closed with anger which confused her. Shandi smartly committed those faces to memory and pushed the confusion aside as Rob handed her a covered basket of rolls. 

"So how do you feel?"

Rob's question took her by surprise and she had to clear her throat while thinking of how she was going to answer. "Fine."

"That's it? Just fine?"

Shandi couldn't help but smile. "I feel very good."

"That's better." Rob passed her a bowl of peas and onions. "Do you like your room?"

Again, the heat torched Shandi's face and she focused her attentions on spooning the vegetables onto her plate. "Yes, it's very nice."

"I thought you'd like it. It gets plenty of sunlight during the day and I thought it would be perfect for your painting." A platter of fried chicken was handed to her and she used the tongs to select a breast and thigh. "Chicken?"

Shandi nodded. "A breast, please."

Rob smiled and chose a large, juicy breast for Shandi, setting it on her plate, then passed the platter on. "Would you go into town with me tonight?"

"Uh, sure."

"I only ask because I don't know what kind of brushes and paints that you'll need." Rob carefully watched Shandi's face as they both tore into their chicken. It took a long time for Shandi to speak.

"Rob, I don't know if I can paint any more."

"Of course you can." Rob reached over and patted the back of her hand, sending a thrill racing through her. "All it takes is time."

Shandi thought about that. "I don't have much of that."

"Why do you say that?"

"I can't stay here forever, Rob."

"Why not? This is my place. You can stay as long as you want." She stroked her hand this time, but quickly moved her hand away, returning her attention back to her meat.

The idea of staying with Rob warmed Shandi and she tucked into her meal without another word, feeling happier than she had in a long time. After dinner, Rob asked Shandi to help clear the table while she went to attend to a new arrival that needed her immediate attention. Shandi found herself aiding three women, two older and one the same age as she and one of the older ones was one of the women whom she'd committed to memory. 

While Sarah and Lydia introduced themselves readily, Mariane busied herself with piling bowls together and setting them onto the trays. Shandi took a breath and placed her stack of silverware onto the tray, waiting until the older woman returned with another armful of pottery.

"Hi. I'm Shandi."

The hatred in Mariane's eyes was palpable and Shandi nearly withdrew her hand. "Mariane." She disregarded her outstretched hand and stepped around her, gathering more utensils. 

"Nice to meet you."

Mariane set her handful back down, her dark eyes narrowed and focused on the black woman. "Don't bother trying to make me your friend, nigger." The force of the woman's epithet made Shandi take several steps back. "I know what you're after. I saw you sniffing her skirts."

"I beg your pardon!"

"You'll get what you want soon enough. She always beds the newcomers."

Shandi fought hard not to look surprised but she couldn't help it. All her fantasies and dreams had been dashed in a few words. She watched as Mariane lifted the laden tray and headed for the kitchen with her load, giving a nod of acknowledgment to Rob as she entered the hall.

"Ready to go?"

The words momentarily stuck in her throat as Mariane's words echoed in her head. She always beds the newcomers. "Uh, no. I've changed my mind. I think I'll go up to bed."

Rob watched the young woman walk away, confusion filling her features and she wondered what had happened between dinner and now. Biting her lip, she silently vowed to find out. 



The Manor House Ch. 09



Shandi came down for breakfast but she avoided contact with anyone, an action noticed by both Rob and Milo. Instead of seeking out companionship, she wolfed down scrambled eggs and a slice of buttered toast, then grabbed a couple of sausage links, heading for the stables. Hannah welcomed her warmly and she joined the other girls, mucking out stalls and leading horses from pen to pen. Rob wanted to speak to her but Milo cautioned her to give Shandi some room and she complied, although she was brokenhearted. 

Lunch came by and Shandi opted to remain in the barn, petting the new kittens and enjoying the serenity of nature and when dinner came, she did whatever she was required to do, ate with the others and departed for her room ... alone every time. As the week passed, Rob watched her with a desperate eye, watching the dark patches reappear and a general malaise set in.

"What's wrong with her, Milo?"

"You haven't guessed?"

Rob turned to her friend, her expression a mixture of astonishment and irritation. "You know?"

"Perhaps you should have a conversation with Mariane."

Rob's lips thinning as anger flared in her chest. Mariane Reems had come to The Manor House months ago, a victim of a domestic violence incident that saw her shot three times. As she recovered, she had reached out to Mariane as she had each and every victim that arrived here and Mariane threw herself at her. But Rob wasn't interested. Not only did she not feel a spark or connection with her, but she knew from Mariane's rap sheet that she was a prostitute and had most probably been shot by her pimp. 

Hard feelings had ensued and Rob had actually entertained the idea of sending her away until Milo had convinced her to let the woman stay, that perhaps she might learn something but it was obvious that she hadn't. The cunning bitch had seen how Shandi reacted to Rob and was jealous of that connection. She had said something to Shandi, she was sure and Milo's comment all but confirmed it.

"I think Miss Mariane has worn out her welcome."

* * * * *

Rob found Shandi in the stable, patiently feeding chunks of carrot to a black stallion named Overlord and cooing to him like a proud mother. She leaned against the stanchion and watched the interaction, pleased to see that whatever Mariane had said or done hadn't completely hardened her. When Shandi looked up, Rob tried to hold her eyes but the black woman refused, turning her attention back to the horse.

"Beautiful, isn't he?"

"I've always loved horses. Just never got a chance to ride one." She gave him another slice, keeping her hand flat and smiling when he lipped the vegetable out of her palm. "Animals are great friends. They never let you down."

"Like me?"

Shandi gulped, her chest burning. "I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to." Rob moved closer, watching her face. "I had an interesting talk with Mariane. Why didn't you come to me?"

"I don't know. Maybe I just thought I would be better off not making any friends while I was here."

"That's what you see me as? Just a friend?"

Shandi was aware of Rob's nearness without knowing that she had moved behind her. The heat from her body seemed to penetrate Shandi's jacket and a shiver moved through her when Rob's hands touched her shoulders. "I ... I don't know."

Rob wanted to kiss her so badly that she could barely contain herself. But the attraction was strong, strong enough to tell her that she wanted a relationship out of this and that now wasn't the time, especially when Shandi was going to face the worst pretty soon. "We have plenty of time to explore things, don't you think?" She didn't give Shandi time to think, removing her hands and stepping away. "What's most important is that you take care of yourself and I don't think it would be fair to you to get involved in a relationship just now."

Shandi hadn't thought about that. She was only thinking about being close to Rob. "Yeah, maybe you're right."

On a whim, Rob stepped close again and bent, quickly pressing her mouth against Shandi's full lips, groaning at the softness and warmth that met her. She was pleased that Shandi responded as well, throwing an arm around her neck and pulling her close, her hands drifting across Rob's back. "I don't come on to any of the girls." She whispered, against her mouth. "That was why Mariane was angry with you."

"Why would she be angry with me?"

Shandi already knew the answer to the question but she wanted to hear it from Rob's delicious mouth. "Because she knew that I liked you." Rob leaned in for another quick kiss. "More than a friend."

"Rob, you in here?" Milo's shout sent them apart and when the man turned the corner, Rob was watching Shandi feed more carrots to Overlord. "Here you are. Good that you're here, too, Shandi. I just got a call from George. Colvin's hearing is tomorrow morning."

"Do I have to go?"

"Not unless you want to. Just going to be lawyers jawing at each other."

"The choice is yours." Rob said softly. "You still owe me a trip into town."

Shandi looked over and smiled at her. "Guess my mind's made up."

Milo grinned as well. "I guess it is."



The Manor House Ch. 10



During the ride to town, Shandi was unnerved by Rob's closeness and stole glances at her, thinking about their kisses and wishing she could do more. She hadn't masturbated since Mariane had made that comment and now her pussy was burning, aching just in the proximity of Rob and the knowledge that the older woman was as interested in her as she was in return. Their first stop was at the feed store so that Rob could correct an order, then it was on to Art's Art Shop.

At first, Shandi didn't want to go in and didn't want to touch the art supplies but Rob slipped behind her, gently rubbing her shoulders and whispering to her that it was time to refill her emptied soul. Shandi allowed her fingertips to touch tubes of titanium white and thalo blue and finally let fan brushes graze her palm, remembering what it was like to paint, to be overtaken by the vision. Rob was absolutely right; it was time. She made a large selection of paints and brushes, then chose an easel and three sizes of framed canvas. Then she stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"Rob, I don't have any money. Donnie ... "

"I know, honey. Get whatever you want."

"Rob, I don't know when I can repay you."

Rob just smiled, hefting her handful of items. "We'll talk about re-payment later. Now, get whatever you want."

Nearly $2,000 later, Shandi and Rob carried boxes and bags of supplies out to the truck and Shandi was surprised to find herself suddenly exhilarated, sort of like a child at Christmas. She was excited to be returning to painting again and realized that she should never have let Donnie convince her that it was wrong. She closed her door and watched Rob climb in, tossing her purse into the back seat.

"Thank you."

"Thanks are not necessary."

"Yes, it is." Shandi reached over and slid her hand behind Rob's neck, pulling the woman's mouth to hers. This time, she took her time, slowly pressing her lips against Rob's and tilting her head so that when she slid her tongue along the seam of their mouths, they fit together perfectly. A deep hum vibrated through both women and Shandi rubbed her tongue against Rob's, gently exploring her mouth and making love to her as best she could with this part of her body.

Rob was momentarily startled but she gave herself over to the kiss, enjoying the tender touch of Shandi's tongue against hers as well as the softness of her hand at the nape of her neck. She was surprised to find herself responding so strongly and knew in her heart that this was something special. Her heart leaped with joy, excitedly wondering if she'd found the one. If the sparks flying between them during this kiss was any indication, her search was over. When Shandi ended the kiss, Rob gasped for breath, her heart pounding.

"Wow," She breathed. "That paid for everything."

Shandi smiled, releasing her and Rob started the car, amazed to find herself still trembling from the sensual force of their kiss. "Put me on a payment plan. I like that idea better."

Rob grinned, jerking the stick shift into drive and maneuvered the truck onto the roadway. "Whatever you want." 

Shandi glanced across and saw that Rob's right hand was resting on her thigh. She reached over and took it, exploring the soft palm before interlacing fingers and pressing a kiss to the back. "This is what I want."

Rob released a staggered breath and tried to calm her trembling, smiling wider than she had in a long time.

* * * * *

Shandi set her studio up almost immediately. She didn't want to eat dinner but let Milo talk her into a roast beef sandwich while she arranged things to her liking. Late that night, after ten, she was ready to begin and she let her muse take her, painting wildly until Rob saw her light on and came knocking.

"What are you still doing up?"

"Sorry. I just started painting and couldn't stop."

"Can I see?"

"Nope." She pulled a light cloth over the wet canvas, happy that it wasn't facing the door. "Not till I'm ready."

"Okay." 

Rob started to leave and stopped when Shandi grabbed her hand. "Don't I get a kiss good night?"

"I told you that you could have whatever you wanted." Rob said softly, her eyes on Shandi's lips. Again, the spark that she felt when their mouths connected made her jump and she was happy to notice that she had the same effect on Shandi. Her hands moved over Rob's back, moving lowered until her ass cheeks were in her palms. A deep moan escaped her as the black woman moved her leg between Rob's and pulled her hips forward, grinding Rob's pussy against her thigh. "Shandi!"

"Why do we have to wait, Rob? I know you want me as much as I want you."

Rob touched her forehead to Shandi's, trying to catch her breath. "I want you so much that it hurts but we have to be patient."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not ready." Rob stepped back, her eyes searching Shandi's. "You'll break my heart because you're not ready, either."

Before Shandi had a chance to ask Rob what she meant, the woman slipped away, quietly closing the door behind herself. Shandi sighed in confusion and dropped her brush in the turpentine can, switching the light off as she headed to bed. 



The Manor House Ch. 11



A week, then two went by without incident. Rob released Shandi from afternoon duties in the stable, knowing that it was far more important for her to paint than to tend to the horses. Shandi threw herself into her painting, fervently working every night and patiently waiting for her nightly kiss. The intensity of the kisses had progressed and Rob was finding it harder and harder to walk away from Shandi's bedside, especially when she was always waiting naked under a single sheet.

Monday morning of the third week, Shandi's fourth week at The Manor House, an unwanted visitor showed up. She was cleaning Tinkerbelle's stall when Milo came to collect her, taking her into the main house and escorting her into a room where Rob, George and the visitors waited. Seeing Donnie for the first time in four weeks had a strange effect on her. Part of her wanted to run into his arms and apologize but the other part, a larger part that had been nurtured by Rob and the victim classes that she'd been taking, knew that it would only happen again, if she let it.

"Hi, baby."

Slick as a snake. Rob fought the urge to vomit as she watched the handsome attorney arise, his arms outstretched. Her eyes went to Shandi and she held her breath, wondering how the young woman would react. To her credit, she didn't show her surprise at seeing her husband and strode over to George's side.

"Hello, Donnie."

"I've come to take you home, if you're ready."

"Who said I wanted to leave?"

Her tone of voice caused Colvin to laugh nervously to cover his slowly building anger and frustration. "No one, actually. I just thought ... "

"Why are you here, Donnie?"

Again, her brusque manner threw him off and he looked to his attorney for help. The man at his left tossed a sheaf of papers to her, which George intercepted, adjusting his glasses as he began to read the documents. "A settlement."

"A settlement?"

"Yes. If you'll drop the case and the divorce proceedings, we can get on with our lives and start over."

George murmured something to Rob who nodded, then turned to Shandi. "The settlement is for one million dollars, tax-free, if you'll drop everything and return to him."

A million dollars. Her stomach twisted into a giant knot at those words. She could live so comfortably on a million dollars. She could paint and have horses ... but the catch stuck in her throat. If I'll drop everything and return to him. She stared at him for a long moment, getting lost in the beauty of his eyes and face but somehow, the beauty morphed into the uncontrolled anger she remembered seeing when he was beating her. His elegant hands that had once caressed her body so ably had held a gun that had blasted a divot into the side of her head.

A chill ran through her body as she recalled the long weeks of therapy that she'd endured, all due to his love for her. Would she survive more of his love? "No, thank you."

"What?"

"Number one, a million dollars is a drop in the bucket for you, Donnie. In fact, I highly doubt that you'd even end up paying it. One of your little cronies would probably foot the bill for a little pro bono work. Number two, I don't want to come back. I'm painting again, Donnie, and I've realized just how wrong it was for you to insist that I give up something that made me so happy. In fact, I've realized quite a bit. I've realized that I want to run my own life, that if I want to go shopping, I'll go shopping. I don't have to wait for someone to tell me it's okay and I don't have to live in fear of angering someone, either."

Colvin stood, his face nearly purple with anger. "You little bitch!" He succinctly bit the words out from behind gritted teeth. "You just want my money!"

"I'm entitled to battle fees."

Colvin's lawyer stood, placing a hand on his client's shoulder and forcing him down onto the chair. "What will it take you to drop the case?"

"I don't know if I want to drop the case. What's going to happen to the next poor woman that gets involved with him? Death?" Shandi's voice grew soft. "That was nearly me."

"That was an accident ... "

"The accident was that you missed my brain by three inches, Donnie. There was no accident that you had a gun." Shandi arose, grabbing her gloves and tugging each back on. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll trust George to negotiate things on my behalf. I have work to do."

"You won't get a penny of my money, Shandi! Not a penny!" Her estranged husband shouted, apoplectic. "I'll see you dead first!"

Dead silence filled the room. Shandi ignored the looks of fear and astonishment on the faces of her friends and strode back over to her attorney's side. "I'm not the same girl whose face you punched and whose body and spirit you crushed. If you think you can kill me, then bring it on."

Not another word was spoken as she strode from the room but she couldn't stop the sobs from breaking free as soon as she had hit the back door. Rob found her minutes later, collapsed in a heap of tears and trembles and gathered her into her arms, pulling her into an empty stall and hugging her tightly.

"I'm so proud of you!"

Rob's soothing words meant the world to her but the enormity of the leap she'd just made was so astonishing to her that she could barely breathe past the sobs. "What did I just do?"

"You became Shandi." Rob hugged her closer, still rubbing her back gently. "Nice to meet you."



The Manor House Ch. 12



Shandi started her first class the next Monday. She chose to do a large class, renting easels from the art supply store and each person was given a beginner's set of brushes, a small canvas and their own smock and she started by showing everyone the paintings that she had completed in the last ten days. Her scenes were all bucolic, spreading oaks with a pair of napping horses, kittens playing with each other and Hannah hanging a bridle in the tack room. A sufficient amount of oohs and ahhs floated into the air and Shandi beamed at the praise.

"This is what you can accomplish in 12 weeks." She set the canvas aside and turned another set of three canvases around, their large, rectangular faces covered with cloths. "This is what you can accomplish if you truly believe."

A shiver of anticipation stormed through Rob's body as she watched the woman unveil three separate paintings. The first was of Hannah and Overlord but the strokes were finer than the one from the first group. The horse looked wonderfully imperious and Hannah looked to the manor born. The second was of Milo in a way that few of the girls ever saw him: crying during a graduation ceremony. Rob recognized this as the ceremony from three days earlier, when two of the women left the facility to begin their lives anew.

The last was the one that took Rob's breath away. She was the subject of this portrait and she was leaning over a young woman, holding her hand and talking with her. The depth of the painting spoke to Rob's passion to aid women who were victims of domestic violence and an awed hush filled the room. It was such an accurate depiction of Rob that Milo began to applaud and the other women stood, adding their applause.

"Let's get started."

Rob stayed to watch the class and found herself gazing at the nuances in the portrait when George rang the door bell and came in. "Hey, Rob."

"Hi, George."

"Is Shandi around?"

"Yeah, I'll go get her." 

He joined her in her perusal and shoved his glasses up on the end of his nose to better discern the fine details. "Wow, this is nice! Who's the artist?"

Rob smiled. "I'll go get her."

* * * * *

Shandi stood on the outside porch, her eyes searching the skies and mapping the beauty of the starts. She knew it was late and that she should be in bed but the day's activities had kept her awake. The painting class had been a huge success and it had been gratifying to see some of the women really take to it. The first class for the second half of the women was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon and she knew a couple of the girls from today's class that planned to attend again. It made her feel good to be able to paint but to see someone else enjoy it was just unbelievably filling.

And the look on Rob's face when she saw the painting. While the class was working on an exercise that she had given them on learning what the various brushes did, she fitted the canvas into a prepared frame and presented it to Rob. She was touched when the older woman's eyes filled with tears.

"This is the most beautiful thing that anyone has ever given me."

Rob had taken the painting and had gone up to her room with it. She hadn't come down for dinner nor had she come by to give Shandi her customary good night kiss. Shandi wondered what had happened. Maybe the painting had touched something in Rob that she was unprepared to acknowledge. Maybe she was upset about George's news. Donnie was willing to give her $20 million as long as she signed a paper that exonerated him. She had told George that she might be willing to entertain his offer and Rob had simply turned away.

Enough was enough. It was time, time for many things. Time for Rob to answer some questions. Time for Shandi to speak her heart. Time for both to listen. She knocked on Rob's door, relieved to hear movement from inside. When Rob answered, she immediately reached out and took her in her arms, holding her close. It was obvious that the woman had been crying and her puffy cheeks were still wet.

"What is it, love?"

Shandi's soft words made Rob's heart swell again and she started to softly sob, clinging to the black woman and sighing when her arms tightened around her. She wanted to speak but the pain welled up fresh and sharp and prevented her from expressing herself. She felt Shandi guide her backward, setting her gently on the bed and laying her down.

Shandi grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom and wetted it, washing the tear tracks from Rob's face, then took her hand in hers, linking their fingers together. 

"Tell me. Please."



The Manor House Ch. 13



"Her name was Sophie. She was my first patient." Her words were slow at first but Shandi was patient. She went to Rob's sideboard and poured two shots of tequila, bringing the bottle to the bed. "I was working at the hospital as an RN and it was the first time I'd ever seen a woman ... " She had to take a breath. "Beaten like that. Her jaw was dislocated, she was missing some teeth ... " Shandi poured another shot and watched Rob toss it back. "When you came in, you reminded me so much of her."

"Did she live?"

Rob hung her head. "Once she recovered from her injuries, she moved in with me and ... " She smiled softly. "I guess I fell in love with her."

"I see."

"No, you don't." Rob took the bottle from her and filled both of their glasses, pausing until Shandi had emptied hers. "She responded to me because she wanted to be loved. She wasn't really interested in me. I woke up one morning and she was gone. She left a note that she had decided to go back to her husband because she wasn't a lesbian." Rob swallowed another shot. "She was dead two days later."

"And you think that's what I'm going to do?"

Shandi watched as Rob sat up completely, her eyes tearing again. "Why would you stay with $20 million dollars to spend?"

"Who said that I was going to accept it?"

"I heard what you said to George."

"You heard me say that I was interested, not that I was going to take it. I want Donnie to put himself out on a limb, then I'm going to break the branch." Shandi set the bottle and shot glass down, taking Rob's empty glass from her hand. "And I know what I am. I'm bi." She slid her hand under Rob's chin, raising her eyes. "And I'm a woman in love."

Rob's heart thumped in her chest and she fought back a sob of relief. "Are you sure?"

"I'm here to make sure that you have no doubts." Shandi leaned down and captured Rob's trembling lips, using her tongue to smooth the way between their mouths and shivered when the older woman moaned deeply, pressing harder. 

"I hoped you would want me." 

"How could I not?" Shandi dropped kisses along the side of Rob's throat, drawing sweet sighs from her. "I'm tired of waiting, Rob. I want more than kisses."

Shandi didn't wait for Rob's response. She just bent down and fixed her mouth to Rob's, letting her hands slide over the woman's shoulders and down to her forearms. A series of shivers met her questing fingers and she moved them inward, searching for Rob's loose breasts. Her palms moved over the thin cotton material of her pajamas, finding her nipples and caressing them into hardness and drawing a deep moan from Rob. Shandi broke their kiss long enough to locate the buttons on Rob's shirt, then took the woman's mouth again, sucking Rob's tongue into her mouth.

Explosions cart wheeled through Rob. It had been so long since she'd allowed herself to let go that when she did, she was overwhelmed with feelings she hadn't felt in a long time. The urgency in Shandi's actions was infecting her and she was having a hard time keeping the trembles from taking over. The intimate touch of Shandi's tongue, alternating between gentle strokes and aggressive rubs, was driving the breath from her lungs in anticipation of her touch. Cold air flowed across her nipples and she gasped against the black woman's mouth, both at the sudden influx of air and the warmth of Shandi's hands as she cupped Rob's breasts.

Shandi let her hands explore Rob's breasts as her tongue explored the woman's mouth. They were soft and the rose-red nipples stood proudly, begging for attention. She released Rob's mouth, pressing her back onto the bed and swooped down, sucking one of her hard nipples into her mouth. As Rob arched beneath her, Shandi gathered her into her arms, pressing her mouth into her breast and sucking hard.

"Oh, God!"

Rob squeezed her legs together, shivering from the tongue-lashing her nipples were receiving and her pussy was answering with a call of its own. Each time Shandi's mouth pulled on her nipple, an electric dagger of pleasure speared through her body, pooling in her pussy and she couldn't help but whimper as her pussy muscles flexed. Shandi moved from breast to breast, sucking, nibbling and licking until Rob was delirious with need and she couldn't think. When her mouth gently moved across Rob's quivering belly, she was more than ready for the feel of her mouth on her pussy.

Shandi pressed Rob's legs open and inhaled the woman's musky scent for a moment before extending her tongue and pushing it up under the fleshy hood. Rob gasped and Shandi flicked the swollen bud she found there, using one hand to pull the mound up so that she could wrap her lips around it. 

Rob gasped, then whimpered, her fluttering pussy exploding in the sweetest orgasm she'd felt in a long time. She panted, her trembling multiplying as Shandi continued her labial exploration and orgasm after orgasm poured through her body. She lost count after eight and just closed her eyes, giving herself over to Shandi's magnificent mouth and the sensations that boiled and burst from her skin. After one last whimper, Shandi's lips left her flesh and Rob pulled her up, seeking her mouth again and moaning when she tasted her own essence there.

"I want to taste you now."



The Manor House Ch. 14



Rob sat up and pushed her pajama bottoms completely off and removed the top, dropping them both to the floor. Shandi was wearing a T-shirt and she quickly pulled it off, her heavy breasts clad in an Everlast sports bra. The sight made Rob's mouth water and she buried her face in the deep valley, pulling the straps down from her shoulders. Shandi moaned, falling back as Rob took an aggressive role, lapping at her fat, brown nipples and sucking until they were chocolate raspberries.

Tingles ran through Shandi's body as Rob's mouth suckled her, making her shiver with lust. She'd never been loved like this before, even with her soon-to-be ex-husband, Donnie. When they'd first started dating, he was attentive but was never really that interested in servicing her. He only wanted his needs met and Shandi had been so in love that she hadn't questioned the inequity. He was an important man and his needs had to be met first. 

When he'd left for work, Shandi had often found herself satisfying herself by masturbating and once, she'd had a quick assignation with a maid, frightened to death when Donnie had arrived home early. She took it as a sign that she shouldn't involve anyone else in her quest for satisfaction and bought toys to help her cum. But the brief interlude with Consuela had whetted her appetite. She had fallen in love with the softness of a woman's body and the natural response that Connie had given her. The young maid had only had a few scant moments to tongue Shandi's pussy but Shandi had known that she was hooked.

Now, after meeting Rob and feeling the spark between them, she knew what she wanted. She looped her fingers through Rob's hair as her lips and tongue ravished her breasts, then obediently laid back, closing her eyes much as Rob did, enjoying the feel of the woman's hands on her body. She moaned, she gasped and she whimpered as Rob's mouth wandered across the map of her skin, sliding over ribs and kissing across muscles until she reached her sopping cunt.

Rob took a different approach than Shandi had. Shandi had known that Rob was desperate for release and Rob knew that of her lover also, but she also sensed that Shandi was an innocent, that this was quite possibly her first time with a woman and Rob wanted it to be memorable. She began by kissing Shandi's soft brown thighs, running her hands over the smooth, unmarked skin as she moved closer to Shandi's center.

The first touch of her tongue took the breath from Shandi's lungs and she gasped, reflexively wanting to close her legs but loving Rob's strong hands forcing them open as she feasted on her pussy. She wanted to scream but she couldn't find the breath the fuel it. Instead, she closed her eyes, gasped and came, her heart pounding as Rob licked up every bit of her pussy cream. She wanted to tell Rob that it was okay but Rob continued, bringing her to the brink three more times before Shandi pushed her away, spent and panting.

Rob pulled the covers aside and yanked on Shandi's arms, physically asking the woman to move and Shandi wearily lifted herself, crawling up to where Rob lay and nestled into her arms, still shaking with aftershocks that made her pussy clench. "Are you all right?"

"Yes." Shandi breathed, wrapping her arms around Rob's stomach. "I haven't felt this good in a long time."

"Neither have I." Rob marveled at the words as she spoke them, realizing that she'd never felt as content as she was feeling right now.

Shandi lifted her head and looked into Rob's eyes. "Do you have any more doubts?"

She leaned down and pressed her lips to Shandi's soft mouth. "No," She whispered. "Not one."

* * * * *

Shandi awoke in her bed the next morning, stretching with a huge smile plastered on her face. She had wanted to stay in Rob's bed but Rob didn't want anyone to find them together before Shandi could finish her official stay. She wasn't required by law to finish the stay but Rob didn't want anything to stand in her way if Shandi was serious with pursuing a relationship with her. Shandi understood and after making love twice more, she had returned to her room under a cloak of darkness, her thighs slick with pussy cream and Rob's taste in her mouth.

The next morning, Rob and Milo were not at breakfast and Shandi was at once disheartened and concerned. The rumors swirling around the table spoke of an early morning arrival that required Rob's attention.

"Did you hear?"

Melba caught Shandi as she was heading out to the stable for her morning chores. "What?"

"The woman they brought in last night?"

"Yeah, I heard someone was brought in."

Melba's eyes seemed to glow as she imparted the information. "It was Mariane."

"Mariane? The one Rob released a week ago?"

"Yes!" The younger woman grinned. "And someone beat the shit out of her! Bitch! She deserved it!"

"Melba, I didn't get along with Mariane but that's hardly reason to be excited over her injuries ... "

"You're too nice, Shandi. Mariane's a bitch of the first order. She doesn't give a shit about anyone else other than herself. I'm glad to see that someone finally set her straight."

Shandi watched Melba run off and she continued to the stable, her mind heavy with the new information. She was disgusted with herself but she couldn't help but wonder just what kind of attention Rob was required to give to Mariane. 



The Manor House Ch. 15



Shandi filled her day with stable chores and painting classes. She had branched out and started a watercolor class, knowing that those who were marginally interested might have an easier time in using watercolors. She tried not to think about Rob and Mariane but every once in a while she would catch herself looking at the door and wondering if Rob was going to walk in and attend class as she always did but she did not. Milo was at dinner but he only stayed long enough to grab something to eat and disappeared again. Shandi curbed her craving to ask after them and retired to her room, saying a prayer for them.

A light knock awoke her from a sound sleep in the early morning hours and she pulled her robe shut as she opened the door to Milo. His sunken eyes and nearly slurred speech told her how exhausted he was. "Milo." She allowed him in, guiding him over to her bed and fetching a cold washcloth, wiping his face clean. "Are you okay?"

"She's almost dead."

"Rob?"

"No, Mariane. Rob's staying with her but she won't let anyone else take over." Milo took a deep breath, his eyelids sinking lower as the last of his strength waned. "She's so tired ... "

"I'll go help her, Milo. You stay here, okay?"

"She won't let you."

"I'll make her." Shandi tossed her robe aside and pulled a pair of jeans on over her pajama bottoms. "Now, take off your shoes and get some sleep. I'll come get you in a few hours, okay?"

"Okay."

With Milo snoring soundly in her bed, Shandi headed up to Rob's room, knowing that the woman would want to have Mariane close, especially if she was in bad shape. She found Rob sitting on the edge of the bed, her face streaked with tears and her movements slow and sluggish.

"Go to bed."

"No. I can't. She might die."

"I know that. I'll stay up with her."

Rob raised weary eyes to Shandi, shaking her head negatively. "I won't leave."

"Am I going to have to force you, Robina? Do you want that?"

"I told you not to call me that."

"Then go to bed and I won't have to call you Robina."

Anger burned in the older woman's eyes but she was so tired that she couldn't even verbally fight back. She stumbled over to her own bed and sat down, angrily glaring at Shandi. "That's not fair."

"Who said life was fair?" Shandi took the slippers off of Rob's feet and covered her with the blankets. "Get some sleep. I promise that I'll wake you if something happens."

Shandi watched Rob close her eyes, then went over to Mariane's bed, grimacing at the sight that met her. The woman's face was severely bruised and a large bandage covered half of her lower abdomen. Her eyes fluttered open and it took several seconds for her to focus, a suspicious smile forming on her puffy lips.

"What are you doing here?"

"I might ask you the same question."

Mariane took a deep breath, trying not to cough. She knew that would hurt and she didn't want to feel any pain just now. "I went back to him." She saw the look on Shandi's face and turned away. "Go ahead and laugh. I thought he'd changed. He told me that he was going to change and I believed him."

"That happens to all of us, I'm sure."

"But not to you."

Shandi took a breath and sought out Mariane's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "My snake was easier to see than others, Mariane. It's not your fault."

"Maybe not but I should have known." She closed her eyes, visibly weary. "I should have known."

"Don't worry about that now. Get some rest. I'll be right here if you need anything."

Mariane opened her eyes and stared at the woman. "You're staying with me? Where's Rob?"

"Sleeping. She and Milo were exhausted. I'm your support now."

Shandi watched the change in the woman's eyes carefully. "Okay." Mariane again closed her eyes and her breathing seemed to ease. "Shandi?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

"Thank you." Mariane whispered, slipping off into the bliss of healing sleep. "Thank you so much."

Shandi reached across and turned the light off, leaving the room in partial darkness, the only light being the moonlight that lit the room with its pale glow. She looked over at Rob, her resting countenance beautiful in repose and then returned her gaze to Mariane, holding her hand tight and settling in for the long hours ahead. 



The Manor House Ch. 16



The next morning, Shandi awoke Rob with breakfast on a tray, then went to help Mariane feed herself. She didn't have much of an appetite but Shandi convinced her to eat half of her egg white omelet and two slices of toast. While she washed it down with weak lavender tea, Shandi moved over to Rob's bed, checking on her progress and was happy to see that Rob had finished her meal, sopping up the last of her runny egg yolk with toast.

"Good." Shandi took the tray, stacking the plates. "You needed to eat. I bet that's the first real meal you've eaten since she arrived."

"You're far too observant."

"Not when it's someone I care about." 

Mariane didn't give Rob a second to respond because she choked on her tea. Shandi went dashing over, wiping Mariane's chin and hands. "Sorry."

"We have to talk about Rob, Mariane. I love her." Mariane looked over at Rob who was just sliding out of bed, then returned her gaze to Shandi. "If we're going to work together, I want things to be smooth between us."

Her head dipped a little and both Rob and Shandi saw tears drip onto her hand. "I was so jealous of you. I saw the attraction when you first got here and I was so jealous." She sat back, wiping her cheeks with a shaky hand. "I've been in love with Rob since the first day and when you just waltzed in and took over ... I just lost it." Mariane's eyes connected with Rob's. "I lied when I said that she seduced the new girls. Rob's not like that. She'll give you all the love you need but she never lets anyone get close."

Shandi looked up at Rob and Rob reached down, clutching Shandi's hand. "Can you deal with this?"

Mariane smiled weakly. "As long as we're friends, I can."

Rob leaned forward and grasped Mariane's hand. "We will always be friends."

* * * * *

A week went by and Mariane got stronger. She took over her regular role in the kitchen and was welcomed back by Lisa and Melba. Others noticed that she had changed and women flocked to her, seeking her friendship. Rob was pleased to see her finally opening up and making new friends and was even more surprised to see her taking Shandi's painting class. 

Shandi continued with her classes and learned more about herself. Her painting became deeper and more introspective and Rob noticed that each one of the paintings became progressively better. After a second week, Rob made a secret trip into town and after making a few necessary arrangements and taking Milo in as her confederate, Shandi returned to her room after class to find an envelope waiting on her bed.

"Shandi, I have a surprise for you. Please be ready at 9:00 for a date. Rob."

Tingles raced through her as she dressed, choosing her best pants and blouse and fixing her hair and make-up. She had to look perfect and she found herself gazing at her reflection in the mirror and laughing heartily at her teenage excitement. At nine, Milo knocked on her door, escorted her out to the van and drove her to one of the city's most famous art gallery, Carlo's. He handed her an envelope and drove away, leaving her alone in front of the imposing building. 

Shandi opened the envelope and saw that it was a ticket, a hand-drawn ticket for an opening for her artwork. Please join us at Carlo's gallery for a private showing by artist Shandi. A thrill went through her, seeing her own name on a ticket for a showing and she strode up to the gallery's door, pushing against it and surprised when it swung inward. A beautiful young lady in an elegant dress stood waiting just inside. 

"Are you Shandi?"

"Yes."

"Please follow me."

Shandi pocketed the ticket and followed the woman down a hallway, gazing at the pieces of artwork that adorned the walls. A left, then a right and the corridor opened into a room that contained ... Shandi slowly moved past the woman, staring in amazement at her own pieces, lovingly framed and on display. Her heart pounded as she moved past each painting, remembering when she'd first painted them. They had been arranged so that she could see her personal growth: tentative strokes on the first few and bold, decisive strokes on the rest.

"Do you like them?"

Rob's voice startled her and she smiled brightly, running over and throwing her arms around her. "I love it. But what is this?"

"Your first show." 



The Manor House Ch. 17



"My first show?"

"Just look at these." Rob pointed out a few that Shandi had done in the last two weeks, including the portrait she'd done of Rob. "These are stunning. It's time for you to have your own show, time to show everyone who you are."

"But Rob ... geez, this is such a big first step. What if I'm not ready?"

Rob put her arms around Shandi, looking up a cluster of pieces called the Wheel of Seasons. Rob saw vibrant passion in her work, the same passion that she felt in Shandi's fingertips when she touched her and she felt blessed to be able to experience both. "You're ready."

Shandi took a deep breath, pushing the tears back and turned in Rob's arms, reveling in the solace she found there. This was a big step for her and though it was scary, she was so thankful and grateful that she had Rob there to take the step with her. As she pulled back, she peered into Rob's clear eyes and suddenly, everything was clear to her. She was in love with Rob. Really in love. Not just in lust. This was the real thing and she'd found it with Rob.

Rob was aware that something had changed in Shandi but she didn't know what and she was hoping that it wasn't her feelings. She stared down into her dark eyes, searching for something and finding nothing but love. "Shandi?"

"I love you."

Shandi watched Rob's reaction when she said the words and was happy when the woman's eyes filled with tears. She pulled Rob's mouth down to hers, savoring the sweet taste of her lover. 

"Oh, Shandi." The breath caught in Rob's throat as Shandi's lips moved over hers. "I love you, too."

When she ended the kiss, Shandi let her fingers trace the soft contours of Rob's jaw line, moving down her throat and lightly, tantalizingly over her breasts. Rob's sudden intake of breath made her look up, pleased to see the dark lust in her eyes.

"Let's go home. I want to make love to you."

"No, we're not going home tonight. I have something special prepared for us."

"Then let's get going before I strip you right here."

A thrill ran through Rob's body at Shandi's words and hand-in-hand, they left the gallery, heading outside to Milo, waiting in the car. He gave Shandi a wink and a smile and drove them to Dover's Bed and Breakfast. Rob already had the key to room 203 and they headed upstairs, admiring the beauty of the inn along the way. She opened the door and had turned to close it when Shandi grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall, her hot mouth scouring her lips and neck. 

Shandi couldn't wait any longer. Her hands moved over Rob's ripe body, settling on her breasts and rubbing the nipples into hardness. Rob reacted like a wanton woman, pulling her shirt open and moaning loudly when Shandi's mouth found her nipples. Shandi finished removing Rob's shirt and pulled her bra off as well, licking and sucking every inch of flesh that she uncovered. It was becoming difficult to ravish her standing up so Shandi grabbed Rob's arms and propelled her onto the bed.

For a fleeting moment, Rob was scared. She'd never seen this side of Shandi and her aggressiveness was shocking. "Shandi?"

She bent down and laid a soft kiss on Rob's trembling lips. "Am I being too rough?"

"No, I was just a little scared."

"I don't want to scare you, baby. I just ... I want to devour you whole."

Rob shivered at Shandi's words, her dark eyes connecting. "Then eat away."

Shandi bent to Rob's breasts, resuming her voracious sucking, much to Rob's delight. Having her luscious body in her hands made her feel powerful and she reached down and unzipped the fly of her pants, releasing the rubber dildo securely locked in a harness around her waist. She lifted her head and rubbed its thick crown against Rob's sloppy wet slit, waiting for her response. Rob's beautiful eyes widened and a shiver snaked through her body.

"You're not the only one who has a surprise."

Rob closed her eyes for a moment and shivered again, lifting her hips and driving the head into her clutching pussy. Her entire body tensed, then melted into a giant lump of quivering flesh as Shandi sank the cock into her. Every nerve tingled from fingers to toes and she pulled Shandi down, seeking the soft warmth of her mouth.

"Oh, baby."

Shandi began to move, gently at first, then with more speed as Rob responded, her hands clutching Shandi's hips and her own hips tilting with each stroke. She planted kisses all over Rob's neck and face, capturing her mouth at times and sucking on her bottom lip to drive her crazy. She shivered with sensations of her own, gasping every time the buried end of the double-headed dildo slammed into her own cunt.

Rob gritted her teeth, trying to stave off her first orgasm but she let go, humping Shandi and whimpering her name over and over. When Shandi started shivering and gasping, she grinned, knowing that she was cumming as well and grabbed her ass, grinding tighter against her. Her second orgasm almost immediately slammed into her as well as the third, brought on by Shandi's second. 

"Rob." Shandi gasped, her body still quivering in Rob's arms. "Can we take a break?"

Rob giggled and pulled her closer. "I never expected this."

Breathing heavily, Shandi answered, "Me, neither!"

Both women broke into giggles and Shandi moved, lifting the dildo out of Rob's juicy pussy and unbuckled the harness, setting it aside. Rob welcomed her back into her arms, sighing as she settled her weight back on top of her, just where she liked it. She'd never known anything like this. Never known the contentment that she felt right now. Never known the love that radiated through her right now.

"Shandi?"

A sleepy answer. "Yes, Rob?"

"Would you stay at the house with me?"

"I am staying at the house."

"No, I mean with me. In my room as my wife."

The word wife roused Shandi from her slumber and she sat up, looking down into Rob's eyes. "As your wife?"

"Yes." Rob pushed the hair out of Shandi's eyes, caressing her cheek. "I want to go to bed with you every night and I don't want to hide my feelings about you any more. So will you move in with me?"

Shandi smiled, crawling on top of Rob and pressing their naked bodies together. "Convince me."

Rob returned her smile, accepted her kiss and started making love to her. 



The Manor House Ch. 18



Her feet weren't touching the ground. As the morning sunlight crept onto the ranch, Milo, Rob and Shandi returned, each taking their separate paths to return to their rooms and prepare for the coming day. Shandi skipped to her room, humming a Luther Vandross song as she quietly padded up the stairs but the song died in her throat when she reached the landing. Her door was open.

"What the fuck?"

Pressing the door open, she saw that her entire room had been ransacked and the precious few items that she owned had been destroyed. Clothing, books and toiletries were strewn across the hardwood floors and her bedding was ripped. For some odd reason, her skin was crawling and she didn't understand why until she saw the silhouette in the corner.

"This is from Donnie."

Everything went dark.

* * * * *

It was dinner time before Shandi was missed and it was Lisa that noticed. She asked Hannah about her who in turn questioned Milo. It was he and Rob who found the ruined room and the bloody tin box. Two minutes later, Hannah arrived with Jenna, the girl who now lived in the room.

"My stuff!"

"We'll replace it, Jenna. For the moment, can you look through your stuff and tell me if anything is missing?"

Milo helped Jenna search the room. It took fifteen minutes to sift through the mess and Rob was beside herself, pacing and mumbling as she waited. Finally,

"My journals. The ones that we have to write for our classes. They're gone!"

Milo and Rob immediately scrambled down the stairs, leaving Hannah and Jenna to try to straighten up the room and they both ran for Rob's quarters. Since Rob owned the place, she insisted on having her own two-story wing so that she could maintain her distance and have space while remaining close to the people. While Rob and Shandi had been at the inn, Milo had moved Shandi's things to Rob's house and then moved Jenna's into Shandi's old room. 

Milo went right to the bookcase in Rob's office and found the journals. "There's too many of them!" Rob sobbed, taking the six books down from the shelf. "She could be dead already."

"Not yet." Mariane whispered, leaning against the door jamb, blood dripping from her forehead. Milo grabbed her, bringing her into the room and sitting her down while Rob went for a wet cloth. "I have to tell you something."

* * * * *

"Where are they?"

Slap! Shandi moaned in pain, her face swelling in response to the beating. Slap! Slap! Webs of pain broke out across her body and sweat poured from her skin. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know, bitch! Where are your journals?"

"Stop, honey. She's not going to tell us."

Shandi spat, her mouth tinny with the taste of blood. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I told you," Donnie Colvin bent near his wife's tortured face. "You're not getting any of my money."

"And I know that you told Louella about Donnie's secret. And you wrote it down in your journal." Melba hissed, rearing back to slap her again. "Where are the journals?"

"Melba!" Donnie's shout startled Shandi and caused the young woman to whirl around, staring at him. "Did you check that woman's house?"

"No."

"Good, then let's look there, shall we?"

Shandi heard the door shut and lay still for a few minutes, making sure that they were gone before wriggling her hands against the duct tape. It hurt like hell but she could feel them giving way, slowly but surely. Finally, one wrist came loose and she yanked it free, sitting up quickly and just as quickly regretting it. Pain stabbed her head, threatening to split her forehead in two and she had to take several deep breaths before she could attend to the tape around her legs. Now she was free.

* * * * *

There was a knock on the door and Rob ran to answer it. "Milo? Is that you?"

"It's Melba, Miss Rob. I need to talk to you."

Rob opened the door and stepped back, her arms raised as Donnie backed her into the house, his silver .38 aimed directly at her forehead. "Melba, what is this? I don't understand ... "

"He's not going to hurt you, Miss Rob. We just need Shandi's journals and we'll go."

"Shandi's journals? Why would they be here?"

"Because you're fucking her, you bitch!" Donnie smacked Rob in the side of the face with the gun and snarled as she fell to the floor. "Now where are the fucking journals?"

"Don't hurt her, Donnie. If you want to hurt someone, hurt me. Rob's never hurt anyone in her life." Melba, Rob and Donnie turned toward the door, all surprised to see Shandi standing there. She hobbled in, ignoring the look of shock on Rob's face as well as the blood that was dripping from her temple. "My journals are over here. Take them. Take me but leave her alone."

"Isn't that sweet?" Donnie snarled as Shandi limped over to Rob's side, putting her arm around her shoulder. "You can forget about the settlement. No judge will give you a dime if you're fucking a woman."

"I don't need any of your money, Donnie. I can make my own." Shandi turned and pressed a kiss to Rob's cheek, catching her eyes. "I have something that money can't buy."

"Oh, yeah? Do you think she loves you? You've always been a stupid cow, Shandi. A great piece of black ass but a stupid cow. You should have run away when you got the chance."

Rob saw everything in slow motion. She saw Donnie pull the housing back on the gun and watched as his arm extended outward. She saw Melba arguing with him, desperately trying to grab the weapon and she felt Shandi push her behind her, shielding her with her body. 

And then, the gun went off.



The Manor House Ch. 19



The flowers were magnificent and the chapel was beautiful, considering that this was the first funeral ever held at The Manor House. Lisa and her staff prepared the brunch while Milo and Rob took care of making sure that the others were ready. She knew it would be hard but she wanted to make sure that if anyone harbored any wishes of returning to their violent spouses, those wishes would be dashed with the harsh reality of death. The girls filed in, some solemn, some inquisitive, some sobbing and took their seats. The service was mercifully short with Rob saying a few words and Milo offering a prayer. 

Exhausted beyond belief, Rob made her way back to her house, leaning heavily as she trudged up the stairs but managing a smile when she saw Shandi sleeping peacefully in her bed. She sat lightly on the side of the bed and let her fingertips run over her cheek, gently awakening her. Shandi's eyes blinked several times before they focused on Rob, then a smile curved her lips and Rob bent to press a kiss to them.

"How are you feeling?"

"Sore but happy." Shandi curled around Rob's leg, wrapping her arms around it and giving her a soft squeeze. Her shoulder ached from where the bullet had gouged it but the wound was clean and would heal well. "How was the service?"

"Very nice. Melba's father will be here this afternoon to pick up her body."

"That's good." Shandi sighed, recalling the girl's heroic actions. Her last minute grab had turned the gun almost completely away from Shandi and Rob, causing Shandi to be grazed and an enraged Donnie turned the gun on her, shooting her in the head. Milo had arrived a second later, pointing his shotgun at the attorney and threatening to blow his entire head off unless he dropped the weapon. Donnie turned the gun on himself but there were no more bullets so he couldn't take the coward's way out. He was arrested on murder and attempted murder charges and now sat in jail.

"You have some choices to make."

Shandi nodded. George had called earlier in the day, telling her that Donnie was now interested in a larger settlement, which she would receive before his trial began and he agreed to sign the house over to her in the uncontested divorce.

"I already know what I want." Rob's heart lurched in her chest, waiting to hear Shandi's words. "I want to live here. With you. We can use the money to build a dorm and a studio and repair the stables for Hannah."

"Are you sure?" Rob peered into Shandi's face, searching her eyes. "You want to stay with me?"

Shandi pulled her down, covering her mouth with her own and giving her a deep, thorough kiss. "I thought I'd cleared those doubts away."

"Then pinch me. I'm dreaming."

Shandi did as she asked, cupping one of Rob's breasts and gently pinching the nipple as she kissed her again. Rob's moan rumbled through her and she sucked on her bottom lip as she pulled back. "Make love to me, Rob."

"But your shoulder ... "

"Fuck my shoulder." The urgency in Shandi's voice made Rob's heart leap a second time and she shivered as the black woman pulled her down, attacking her mouth while her hands stroked Rob's aching body. She shivered, feeling the want in the younger woman and gladly gave herself over to the passion, letting it feed her own fires. 

She always wanted Shandi, sometimes so badly that she would have to duck into an empty stall or bathroom and satisfy her needs. She'd watch Shandi interact with the others, envying the time she spent with them but when their eyes met, she knew that the envy belonged to others. The fierce love in Shandi's eyes always sent shockwaves through her, tying her stomach into knots and now was no different. Rob pushed the sheets aside, uncovering Shandi's chocolate body and heading straight for her weeping pink gash.

Such pleasure burst through her that she moaned loud enough for everyone to hear. She couldn't help it. Rob knew exactly what she liked, shoving her tongue deeply into Shandi's hole and sucking the surrounding sensitive skin softly. Her orgasm erupted immediately and she ground her pussy against Rob's mouth, gasping over and over as her tongue stabbed and flexed inside her.

Rob moved up, sharing a deep kiss with her and trembling as Shandi's hands moved over her naked body. "Convinced?"

Shandi smiled. "Mmm, maybe, but I need to make sure that there's no doubt."

Rob closed her eyes, dreaming of all the times to come and smiled when Shandi's mouth covered her creamy cunt. "Oh, there's no doubt. No doubt at all."



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"Camille, we will be entertaining John and his guest in the private dining room in about an hour. You will be our waitress. Prepare a good wine and order a gourmet fish dinner for three. Wear your medium slutty uniform and wait for us in the dining room."

"Yes sir," she replied. "May I ask the nature of Mr. John's guest?"

"She is a young woman who may be interested in joining us. You may be called on to explain things to her. If so I expect you to be successful in recruiting her. You know what will happen to you if you fail."

Camille knew only too well the severe punishments that Ian could inflict. They were exciting, but sometimes more painful than she liked, which tended to happen when she disappointed him. Even though Ian wasn't her master, he was in charge of the club and could do what he wanted with her when her master was not around. For the last four of her thirty five years she had worked at the club and served her master, a tall black man named Isaac with whom she was very much in love. The fact that he was away on a business trip made her available to Ian. She gave a little shiver and went to put on her uniform.

Chapter 3: Sarah and John Arrive at the Club

The taxi drove along a dark stretch of road boarded by a high stone wall on one side. Sarah thought there must be a very large estate behind that wall.

John spoke to the driver. "You will see a gate in the wall just after this curve. There is an engraved brass plate that says 'The Manor House'. Pull in and stop at the guard house."

They turned into the entrance drive and stopped in front of a lowered steel bar that blocked the road. Sarah saw spikes in the road under the bar that would destroy the tires of any vehicle that tried to break through from either direction. A guard emerged from the little guard house, and another stood in the doorway. Both had pistols on the belts.

"Good evening, Mr. John," said the guard as he recognized the figure in the back seat of the taxi.

"Good evening, Henry," said John. "I am bringing a guest for the night."

"Very good sir," said Henry as he motioned to the other guard to raise the barricade. The bar came up and the spikes in the road disappeared under the surface. It was then that Sarah noticed another gate across the road a little further ahead. This one was part of a high chain link fence that enclosed the entrance way. Henry walked to the fence to open the gate for the taxi. Immediately he was accosted by two large German Shepherds who apparently roamed the grounds on the other side of the fence.

"Get back you two," he commanded them. They snarled but obeyed.

As the taxi proceeded up the road John explained to Sarah. "As you can see we have tight security here. No one goes in or out without passing through the check point. It gives us a feeling of comfort to know we have complete control over our environment."

Sarah was thinking about people inside who might want to get out. "What about guests like me who might want to leave?"

He laughed. "No one is kept against their will. It is easy to get a pass that will let you through the check point, and as long as you are in a vehicle the dogs won't bother you."

She was only moderately reassured by that answer, but her attention was soon diverted by the appearance of the large mansion they were approaching. It was a sprawling old stone building, three or four stories high in most places and higher in others. The towers and turrets gave it the look of a fortified castle. In some walls large modern windows had been artfully incorporated into the stone to provide light and air. Trees and bushes of many varieties were located around the building and along the drive as it curved up to the entranceway.

The taxi pulled up to the entrance and stopped. Ian was waiting for them on the steps, and he came down and opened the back door.

"Welcome to The Manor House," he said. "I'm glad to see you John. And this must be our overnight guest."

"Sarah, I would like you to meet my partner, Ian," said John coming around the back of the taxi carrying Sarah's small suitcase.

Sarah got out of the taxi and stood next to Ian and John. Next to them she felt very small and vulnerable but she acted brave. "I'm pleased to meet you Ian. This is quite a place you have."

Ian reached into the taxi and gave the driver a handful of bills. The driver was very pleased. "Thank you sir."

"You are welcome. Give this card to the guard at the gate and he will let you out," said Ian. 

John took Sarah's hand and walked her up the stairs into the mansion. Ian followed and admired the girl's trim figure and shapely ass. He thought that maybe John had found an interesting playmate.

The entrance hall was lavishly decorated with antiques and old paintings. It was all too much for Sarah to take in. John turned to her. "I am sure you would like to freshen up after our long trip. I will show you to your room. The three of us will have dinner in about half an hour."

"Okay," was all Sarah could manage. John guided her down the hall with his hand at her back just above the curve of her hips. He liked the way she felt and the way she moved in response to the subtle pressure from his fingers. His cock stirred again.

It was a short walk to the guest room. John turned on the light and Sarah saw a luxurious bedroom that might have been in the finest hotel in the city. "See you in half an hour," he said.

Chapter 4: Sarah Learns About the Club

In the midst of such elegant surroundings Sarah felt embarrassed about her clothes. How was she supposed to dress for dinner with these gentlemen? She had only one dress, and it was too small for her, particularly around the bust. The only thing she could do was to wear it and leave a couple of buttons open at the top. Her room included a dressing table with a mirror and an assortment of cosmetics, and she went to work to make herself look as presentable as possible. One thing she could manage was to comb out her long hair and arrange it on the top of her head. At least she would look a little more sophisticated.

John returned in exactly half an hour. "You look splendid," he said. "Come let's get some dinner."

The private dining room was near the front of the building. It contained one table, set for three people. Ian was already there, sitting at the table and sipping a glass of wine. Standing to the side with a bottle of wine in her hand was Camille. She was dressed in a white low cut peasant blouse and short tight black skirt. Like Sarah, she was short, only about five foot two, but much more voluptuous. Her 38 inch tits were barely contained in the blouse, and they were accentuated by her tiny waist (Camille has been wearing a corset for a year to tighten her waist and make her figure more curvaceous). A pair of high heeled spike shoes gave a nice shape to her stocking-enclosed slender legs. All in all, Camille was a very sexy looking woman.

But what Sarah noticed the most was the tan leather collar around her neck. Directly in the middle under her chin was a large brass ring. Sarah had seen pictures of necklaces called "chokers", and she supposed this was an example. It was not unattractive, but it did make the wearer seem vulnerable. Camille gave her a knowing smile. It was then that Sarah noticed the bright red ribbon subtly wound around in her short brown hair.

John introduced her. "Sarah, I would like you to meet Camille. She will be serving us tonight. You may have some questions for her later."

"I am pleased to meet you," said Sarah. In response Camille gave a little courtesy, but did not reply. She knew not to speak unless Ian or John told her to.

"Please sit here," said Ian. "Camille, some wine for our guests."

Camille poured the wine and left the room. For a few minutes the three of them talked about the train trip and the fine old mansion that belonged to the club. Camille returned with delicious-looking salads and refilled their wine glasses. Sarah was becoming more relaxed. Camille took her place off to the side.

After they finished their salads, John took Sarah's hand and held it while he rested his wrist on the table. "Sarah, I think we should tell you a little more about our club. I know you will be looking for a job tomorrow, and we do have some openings here that you might want to consider."

Sarah was flattered but nervous about working in a men's club and having to dress like Camille. She decided to find out more. "Oh yes. This seems like an interesting place to work. I would like to know about what jobs you have."

'Ian, would you please tell Sarah about our club and our job openings?"

"Certainly," said Ian with a disarming smile. As he began to talk John softly massaged the back of Sarah's hand with his thumb.

"First of all I must tell you that it is an unusual place with unusual jobs. What I am going to describe may shock you at first, but after you think about it, I hope you will come to realize that what we do is simply follow the inclinations that nature has given us and enjoy life. You will not be asked to make any decision tonight. In the morning you can decide to accept a trial position here, or you can decide to leave."

That introduction sounded all kinds of alarm bells in Sarah's head. What went on in this place? What 'inclinations' was he talking about? John sensed her discomfort and continued to reassure her by rubbing her hand.

"All right," she said. "Please tell me more."

"Our club is for people who appreciate relationships that are based on one person being dominant and the other submissive. Usually it is the man who is dominant, but not always. The submissive partner must be trained to give up control completely to the dominant one, especially in the sexual arena. In this building we have many facilities and processes for such training. After dinner we will give you a tour."

Sarah tried to keep her mouth from dropping open. She thought of getting up and leaving immediately, but how could she? She had no place to go, and there were those dogs roaming the grounds.

"Don't be concerned, Sarah," said John. "Nothing is going to happen to you here against your will. All of the women who are members or employees are here of their own choice. Just listen and learn about a side of life that is different."

At that moment Camille left to retrieve their main course. Sarah was left alone in the presence of these two intimidating men.

Ian continued. "You may have noticed the red ribbon in Camille's hair. There are three classes of women here in the club, and a colored ribbon is worn by all of them to indicate their status. If a woman wears a red ribbon, it signals that she is a submissive under the protection of a particular man. Other men may touch her, but they may not have sexual relations with her. The only exceptions are John and I, who are the owners and can do whatever we want, with whomever we want."

Sarah was trying to process this information when Ian went on. "If a woman wears a yellow ribbon, it means that she must submit to any member, male or female, who wishes to dominate her. She is free game, so to speak."

"If a woman wears a green ribbon, she gets to call the shots in her relationships. Sometimes she might want to be submissive, and sometimes dominant. Again, the exception is when John or I are involved; then even the green ribbon women must do as we say. Women who wear green ribbons generally have high status jobs outside the club."

Camille returned with their dinner plates. Sarah knew her face was a bright red, and she was glad to be able to look down and concentrate on eating. The meal was an exquisitely prepared combination of fresh fish, asparagus, and rice. 

John spoke softly to her. "Most women are brought into the club by their masters and wear a red ribbon. However, if something goes wrong in their relationship, they are forced to change to a yellow ribbon in order to remain in the club."

"Camille has been living and working here and wearing her red ribbon for four years," Ian added. "I am sure that later on she will be happy to talk with you about her experiences. Won't you Camille?"

"Yes," said Camille as she poured more wine. "I too was nervous at first, but the life here suits me well."

"Camille works as a waitress and hostess," said Ian. "Your job would be similar if you want it. You would be provided with your own room, a generous clothing allowance, all your food, and $1,000 per week would be deposited into your bank account."

Sarah's brain was swimming. That was more money and benefits than she had contemplated in her wildest dreams.

John took her hand again. "If you accept, you will wear a red ribbon and belong exclusively to me when I am here. When I am not here, you would submit to Ian, who will act as my third in training you."

"One more thing before we stop drowning you in strange information," said Ian. "If you decide to join us you will have to sign a contract saying you understand and agree to the nature of your position. You can terminate this contract on 24 hours notice. We used to let women terminate their contracts and leave immediately, but we found that most of them changed their minds and stayed if they had a day to think things over."

He paused and then continued. "Also, you will be required to have a medical examination by our in-house doctor. It is a precaution to prevent strange maladies from being introduced into the club."

"Now finish your dinner so we can go on a tour and then let you have a night's rest to ponder your decision."

Chapter 5: Camille Explains Things and the Tour Begins

Sarah did indeed feel she was drowning in strangeness. All this talk about training was confusing. What did it really mean? It was clear that if she stayed she would be required to give herself sexually to these two men, but how much training would that take? She decided to ask Camille.

"Before we go on a tour I would like to ask Camille about what training she went through."

John and Ian looked at each other and smiled. "Excellent idea," said John. "Camille, pull up a chair and join us. I want you to tell Sarah about the nature of your training and how you feel about it."

Camille was glad to be asked to do this. She had thought a lot about her situation and was comfortable explaining it. If she could convince this innocent girl to submit, Ian and John would be pleased and would complement her to Isaac.

"The training is a necessary part of the process of turning over control to another person," she began. "As women we have deep in our souls the desire to submit to a man, but our culture with its ideas of equality has tempered this desire to the point where we are always holding back. The result for many of us is a very unsatisfactory relationship with men, especially sexually."

She paused to gauge Sarah's reaction. The young woman was hanging on her every word. "How can you be trained not to hold back?" she asked.

"First of all early in your training you will be restrained so that you cannot physically resist. Your trainer will have complete control over your body to do whatever he or she wishes. A good trainer will give you a combination of pain and pleasure that will clear you mind of everything except the sensations. Afterwards you will feel humiliated, but at the same time will want more."

"Do you eventually get over the feeling of humiliation?"

"On the contrary. You will learn that being humiliated is an integral part of submission and sexual satisfaction. It is by being humiliated that you know you have given up control completely. If you only obey your master when you are ordered to do things that you like then you have not broken through the barrier."

Sarah thought she was beginning to understand. She recognized that her own sexual fantasies contained elements of what Camille was talking about.

"What if the physical pain becomes too great?" she asked.

"You will be given a code word that you can use to stop whatever is being done to you, and also another code word to tell your trainer that you cannot take much more. But the trainers know how much you can take and the 'stop' word is rarely used. You can be dismissed from the club for repeated use of this word. The masters don't like any restrictions on their activities."

John watched the expression on Sarah's face as she was absorbing what Camille was telling her. Her mouth was half open in disbelief that such things could be happening. At the same time, her eyes showed excitement. He really liked this girl. Her innocence was charming. He was sure she would respond well to training, provided they didn't scare her off.

"Now we're not that hard on the girls," he said. "Maybe we should go on the tour before Camille frightens my new friend."

"I don't mean to frighten her," said Camille. "But I think she should be prepared for some of the things she will see on the tour. There are a few training sessions in progress tonight."

"I want to see everything," Sarah exclaimed. "I have a big decision to make."

Ian got up from the table. "Let's go then."

The four of them started down the long hall that led to the rear of the building on the first floor. They came first to a set of double doors that led into a large sitting room with a bar at one end. A very pretty girl in a low cut blouse was standing behind the bar. In her hair was a yellow ribbon. The only other people in the room were two well-dressed middle-aged women, who were sitting together on a sofa sipping drinks and talking. Both had green ribbons in their hair.

"Good evening, ladies," said Ian. "We are showing a friend around the club. I trust everything is okay?"

The women smiled at him, and one spoke. "Good evening, Ian. Yes everything is fine. We are just planning our activities for the next few hours. We understand that Maggie will be off duty from bartending in half an hour and we intend to take her to the blue room to expand her horizons."

Ian laughed. "Good idea. Be a good girl Maggie. In fact, why don't you close the bar now since there is no other customers."

"Why thank you, Ian," said the woman. "That's most considerate. Are you ready, Maggie?"

Before the startled Maggie could answer, the tour group left the sitting room and continued down the hall. John took Sarah's hand and leaned down to speak softly to her. "Those two ladies are very rich members who like a wide variety of sexual activities. They have apparently learned that Maggie, who has been with us only a few weeks, has yet to experience all female play. The blue room is on the third floor and maybe we can look in on them when we get there."

The hall led past several offices and a room that was set up as a beauty parlor. Pictures of beautiful women sporting various hair styles adorned the walls.

"If you decide to join us you will come here and be made over by our expert stylist," said John. Your natural beauty will be enhanced to the point where you will not recognize yourself." He had recognized Sarah's potential from the first moment he saw her on the train, and he looked forward to supervising her make over.

This idea was very appealing to Sarah. She knew that she could look a lot better than the plain country girl she saw in the mirror. What an opportunity this was! But she was still very apprehensive about the other aspects of joining the club.

Next to the beauty parlor was a long wall with a glass window that looked into an exercise room. The group paused and looked in the window. A young woman wearing short shorts and a halter top was running on a treadmill, being urged on by a man in a business suit wielding a riding crop. Every time she slowed down, he would swat her ass or the backs of her thighs. She was sweating and squealing.

"We have to make sure the girls stay in shape," commented Ian.




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John laughed and dragged Sarah away from the window. He didn't want her to see too much too soon.

At the end of the hall there was a large room that was obviously a library. A woman dressed as everyone's idea of the sexy librarian was retrieving a book for a man. She had dark hair piled on the top of her head and her eyes were covered with large, horned rimed glasses. A tight knit suit hugged the dramatic curves of her body, which were made more prominent by her three inch spiked heels. Pinned to one conical breast was a bright red ribbon.

She was stretching her arm as high as she could to get a book from the top shelf. The man was helping her by placing his hand under her ass and lifting. When he heard the group enter the library he turned, but kept his hand where it was.

"Hello Ian," he said. "I am having Jessie find some books for me. For some reason the books I want all seem to be either on high shelves, or down on the bottom shelves."

"That's always the way," laughed Ian. "I am sure Jessie will keep looking as long as you want her to."

Again John leaned down to explain to Sarah. "You see that Jessie has a red ribbon. She belongs to a man who is not here tonight, but she still has to do her job and submit to being touched by other members. However, they cannot have sex with her unless her master gives his permission."

"Oh, I see," breathed Sarah, thinking about the fact that she might also be wearing a red ribbon. She thought it might feel good to have men appreciate her body enough to want to touch her, and to be in an environment where there was no shame in letting them do it.

They continued to watch as Jessie assumed new positions pretending to look for books and the man ran his hands over her body. Every few seconds he would squeeze her wherever his hand happened to be. Her body would then twitch and a kind of mewing sound would emerge from her lips.

Ian looked at John. "I want you to meet Steve, our newest member. He has been here two days getting to know our charges. Steve, this is John co-owner of The Manor House."

"Please to meet you," said Steve, taking his hand away from Jessie's left tit and extending it to John. Jessie leaned back against the bookshelf, her hands behind her back, breathing hard.

"My pleasure," said John. "If you want I could call Zack for you and see if he would be willing to release Jessie to your care for tonight. He's not the jealous type. Not like Isaac."

Camille blushed. She knew it was true about Isaac. He was very jealous of anyone else putting his hands on her. Ian had to constantly remind him of the rules of the club, and sometimes Ian had taken her in front of Isaac to drive home the point. As he was fucking her he would remind Isaac that he could leave the club and take Camille with him anytime he wanted, but that as long as he stayed Camille could be touched by anyone and would have to submit sexually to the owners whenever they wanted.

Sarah watched and listened and felt a fluttering in her stomach. She had no idea that people could be so open about sex.

John spoke to her. "Jealousy is a very individual thing. Both men and women have it, but some suffer much more than others. One of the things we try to do here is free people of this negative feeling and replace it with something positive, like the euphoria from having the power to share your submissive."

Steve looked into Jessie eyes and saw the depth of her need. "I haven't met Zack yet," he said, "or I would call him myself."

"No problem," John assured him, retrieving his cell phone from his pocket. It took only a minute to reach Zack and explain the situation. John then gave the phone to Jessie, who listened and blushed. 

"Yes sir," was all she said before returning the phone and clasping her hands behind her back.

Ian smiled. "I guess the library is closed for the night. We'd better continue our tour."

Leaving the library they walked to the end of the hall and looked into a large room containing many tables and chairs. At the far end was a small stage.

"This is the main dining room," explained Ian. "The kitchen is through those doors on the side, and the employees have a dining area in there. Members can get a meal here anytime of the day or night. A cook is always on duty. Sometimes special shows are performed on the stage during the dinner meal."

John smiled at the reference to 'special shows'. Usually they involved the public punishment of a disobedient submissive.

Without going into the dining room they turned down a side hall that led to a broad flight of stairs going upward. Beside it was a narrower stairway leading down. At the bottom of this stairway was a large wooden door with heavy metal hinges and an old-fashioned large metal lock. 

"I think we should tour the upper floors first," said Ian. "We'll visit the basement dungeon later."

When they reached the second floor the first room they came to was labeled 'Medical Office'. It was brightly lit and seemed very much like a normal doctor's office, with a small waiting area that opened into a fully equipped medical examination room. A door on the side of the examination room led to a bathroom. On the other side of the examination room was a door leading to an office, where Sarah could see a large desk and a computer console. She took it all in, thinking that it was strange to have such a facility in the middle of a men's club.

"We are very serious about health," said John.

"I can see that," said Sarah. She looked at Camille and noticed a sly smile on the girl's lips, as if she knew some secret about the medical facility.

"And here at the end of the hall in this wing is my suite," said Ian, extending his arm in an invitation to enter.

Sarah marveled at the luxurious office and sitting area, and she could see the large bedroom through the open door on the side. "Do you have a suite also?" she asked John.

"Yes, but much smaller—just a bedroom really. Ian lives here all the time and manages things, so he deserves this space."

"You should see the bathroom," said Camille.

"By all means. Right this way," said Ian.

"Oh my," said Sarah. "It is enormous. You could have a party in here." Then realizing that probably he did have parties in there, she blushed.

"If you decide to stay, I will invite you to one of my parties," laughed Ian.

Ian led the way out of his suite and into another wing of the second floor. "This is our special training area," he said. "Most new members spend considerable time here. I like having it close to my quarters so I can monitor what goes on and interfere if necessary."

The training area was set up much like Ian's personal space, except that instead of an office there was a soundproofed mini dungeon. Sarah could see shackles and chains on the walls. The large bedroom appeared to be a copy of Ian's, complete with a large four poster bed with built-in restraints, and an armoire full of electronics and sex toys. Likewise, the bathroom was huge, and in addition to a shower stall that could accommodate four with room to spare, there was a big Jacuzzi sunken tub that even now was bubbling with clean, hot water.

In one corner of the training room a strange leather sling was suspended from the ceiling with various ropes. Several of the ropes were attached to small, motor-driven hoists. A control panel on the wall appeared to be connected to the motors. As they were surveying the room they suddenly noticed that there was a woman in the corner by the sling wiping the surfaces with a soapy sponge. She had long, coal black hair and was wearing a grey shift prison dress. Her legs and feet were bare. The dress clung to her curvaceous body like there was nothing underneath it. A red ribbon was tied around her long neck.

"Hello Janice," said Ian to the girl.

"Hello, Mr. Ian."

"What are you doing?"

"Robert ordered me to clean the sling and wait for him here."

"Have you been a bad girl, Janice?"

"Yes sir. I was disrespectful when serving dinner to one of Robert's friends."

"What happened?"

"As I was putting the plate in front of him he put his hand up under my dress. I instinctively pulled back. I knew better but couldn't help it."

"You are trained to overcome those instincts. What should you have done?"

"I should have stood still and opened my legs."

"Correct. You have been in training for months and know this. I am disappointed in you."

"That's what Robert said too. He said I had embarrassed him in front of his friend. Now they are both going to come punish me."

"You deserve it. I think being put into the sling is appropriate. Have you experienced this before?"

"No sir."

"Perhaps Camille will tell you what to expect. Camille?"

Camille had been listening to the exchange and nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other. The sight of the sling seemed to mesmerize her.

"I have been in the sling many times," she said. "Isaac likes to use it and he is an expert at manipulating the controls. Your body can be raised, lowered, twisted, rotated, and positioned anyway your master wishes. You are weightless and floating, totally exposed and vulnerable. Every part and orifice can be thoroughly explored."

"I think you will wish you granted Robert's friend his quick feel in the dining room," said Ian. "Now this friend will get to know your body much more thoroughly. Robert will want to compensate him for your behavior by giving you to him for his pleasure."

"Yes sir. I know. I am resigned."

John held tight to Sarah's hand as they observed the scene. He was pleased that she did not flinch or act afraid. In fact she seemed interested and excited, as if she were imagining herself in Janice's place, about to be put into the sling.

Chapter 6: The Tour Continues

"We will leave Janice to her fate," said Ian. He led them away from the training area and into yet another wing of the second floor.

"This is the dormitory wing," he said. "On every floor this wing contains the living quarters for the people who live at the club. I will show you a typical room."

Using his master key, Ian opened the first door they came to. "This room is vacant and Sarah can use it tonight. In fact, it could be her permanent room if she decides to stay."

Sarah entered the room and saw that it was like being in a first class hotel, well appointed with a queen bed, a dresser, and several comfortable chairs. It had a closet and a private bathroom. The window looked out on a garden in the rear of the estate. It was much nicer than her room at her old home.

She smiled at John. "A wonderful room," she said. "You are taking very good care of me."

"I would like to continue taking care of you," he said sincerely.

Ian watched this exchange and thought that he would have to be the one to provide the harsh discipline to train Sarah. It was obvious that John was too emotionally involved with her. But he knew that would not be a problem, since John would want her to be properly trained. If she really was a virgin at her age she would be craving sex after her first experience, and Ian thought he could break her down by repeated cycles of arousal and denial. His cock hardened at the thought of it.

In the meantime, he kept them moving. "Let's go up to the next floor and see a couple of the theme rooms."

They went back to the stairway and ascended. At the top, there was another long hallway with open doors along the sides. The first door was painted a deep red. John walked Sarah inside. The room was decorated in red fabrics of various hues. On one side was a mini lounge, with a bar and small dance floor. On the other side was a king-sized bed. A door led to a large bathroom with a walk down sunken Jacuzzi tub. 

"The red room is designed to be romantic and seductive," explained Ian. "It's very popular among our more vanilla members. Across the hall is the green room, which is a little more exciting."

Sarah had seen enough exciting things to last her a long time but she followed the group back into the hall and across to the door painted green. The green room was set up for a sheik's enjoyment. There was a tent covered bed with silk pillows and soft Moroccan music was playing in the background. A large framed scroll on the wall said 'Serve Your Master Well or Be Punished'. A short whip was coiled on a hook below the sign.

"Oh my," said Sarah. She tried to imagine herself as a harem girl being forced to please her master or feel the sting of the whip, and the thought both aroused her and made her nervous. Not wanting the men to see the excitement in her eyes, she looked down at her feet. But it was a futile effort because both John and Ian could smell her arousal, and they exchanged knowing glances.

"People who come here usually dress up in period costumes," said Ian. "They like fantasy and role play. Come, there is one more room to see in this area."

They walked down the hall to an alcove covered with patterned, purple wallpaper. The door was painted purple and was partially open. Again John led the way in holding Sarah's hand.

The décor was Victorian. Heavy purple drapes covered two large windows. Sitting in an ornate chair beside the window was a beautiful woman dressed in conservative Victorian finery, conservative except for the fact that her bodice was cut much too low to be socially acceptable. Her large breasts pillowed out of the dress with the tops of her nipples clearly visible. A seductive smile shaped her bright red lips as she batted her eyes at her visitors. She seemed to have been waiting for them. There was a small green ribbon in her hair.

"Good evening, Samantha," said John. "I see you are on duty waiting for your first customer."

"Hello Mr. John, darling," she said. "You have brought quite a large group to see me tonight."

John turned to Sarah. "Samantha chooses to play at being a fancy lady of the evening from a bygone era. This room has been designed for her. You have merely to ask and she will do anything you want. You can see the restraints built into the bed and the chest full of toys. Look into the bathroom."

Sarah walked over to the bathroom door and saw a large round wooden tub, with hot water flowing into it from a golden faucet. Bottle of various bubble baths and salts were on a shelf to one side. The room glowed from the soft light of a dozen candles.

"A businessman can be bathed by Samantha and relax after a hard day's work," said Ian. "Whom do you expect tonight, Samantha?" 

"Why I was hoping you or Mr. John would come but I see you are occupied with this sweet innocent girl and my friend Camille. Perhaps you could tell some of the gentlemen downstairs of the pleasures that await them in the purple room."

"I'll see what I can do," laughed Ian. "Keep that bath water hot."

Sarah was confused by Samantha. Here was a woman who was not submissive but seemed to be in charge. Did she have some special position in the club?

They left the purple room and returned to the stairway. "One more floor to go," said Ian. "Then Sarah can go her room and contemplate her future."

John realized that they would miss seeing the basement dungeon but he thought that was probably just as well, because that area was really intimidating, and he didn't want to scare Sarah off of staying. Time enough for her to see it later

The stairs narrowed as they ascended to the top floor. When they reached the landing they were immediately confronted with a large double doorway painted pink. Ian pushed the doors open and revealed an area set up like a hospital room. In the center was an electrically controlled hospital bed that was clearly capable of being configured in a variety of positions. There was a bathroom with a shower and cabinets loaded with medical equipment. A television on the wall in one corner was playing a soft core pornographic movie about a buxom nurse giving a sponge bath to an obviously stimulated male patient.

"Is this a real hospital room?" asked a surprised Sarah.

"It could be," replied Ian. "But usually it's used for fantasy play. You would be surprised how many men and women have medical sexual fantasies."

"Oh," said Sarah, holding tightly to John's hand and feeling a rush in her stomach. She thought she was the only one who had such thoughts.

Camille picked up on the fact that Sarah was excited by the idea of mixing sex with medical procedures. "All the female members have to visit the in-house doctor once a month," she said. "He gives us a very thorough check up and makes us take the once a month birth control pill. He does not put up with any back talk. You have to do what he says."

Ian and John watched Sarah's reaction and nodded to each other. They were in silent agreement that a favorite 'medical' requirement would be part of Sarah's early training.

Next to the pink hospital room was a door painted a light shade of orange. Ian opened it and revealed a luxurious massage room with a large, sturdy table. He pointed to glass doors in the far side of the room. "Those doors lead to a steam room and a bathroom with a sunken tub. Weary businessmen like to unwind here after a hard day's work. A willing masseuse is always on call. But let's keep moving."

Ian moved them quickly down the hall to a door marked 'blue room." They heard noises on the other side.

"Remember the ladies we saw downstairs," he said. "They were planning to come to this room. Let me see if they will let us come in."

Ian knocked once on the door and then went in, closing it behind him. Sarah heard a delighted gasp from the other side, followed by some muted conversation. In less than a minute, Ian opened the door and beckoned them inside.

The scene that was presented to Sarah was beyond her imagination. She had expected to see the two older women and the girl in bed together but instead she saw the girl on her knees, naked with a collar around her neck attached to a short leash. One of the women, fully clothed, was holding the leash with one hand and using a crop on the girl's ass with her other. The girl's face was buried between the legs of the other woman, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with her dress up around her waist.

"Work your tongue harder Maggie," said the woman with the crop. "Our visitors want to see you make Katherine cum."

The crop came down twice is rapid succession and Maggie's mouth moved urgently. Katherine's head fell back and she moaned.

"Ahhhhhhh, that's ittttttt.....deeper....... harder.......yesssssssssss."

"Relax Katherine. Let go...let go.....," said the woman with the whip.

Swat....swat.....The crop made a slapping sound as it came down hard on Maggie's protruding ass. She squirmed and bobbed her head like she was dragging her tongue up and down between Katharine's wide open thighs.

"Ohhhhh..... sooo good.......arghhhhhhhhhhh....

Katharine lay back on the bed as her body spasmed in ecstasy. She grabbed Maggie's head and pulled it hard against her.

"Oh Maggie, that was fantastic," she breathed. "You can stop now....ohhhh.....please no more right now.....I'm so sensitive. Good girl Maggie....good girl."

The woman with the crop turned and smiled at the audience. "You came at just the right time. Just like Katherine." Laughing at her own joke, she slapped the crop against her hand and began walking toward Sarah with a menacing gleam in her eye.

"Oh no," gasped Sarah as she instinctively retreated behind John. His large body completely blotted out the image of the woman coming toward her with a whip and she felt protected.

John put out his hands in a playful way. "Whoa there Victoria," he said smiling. "My friend Sarah is not going to be your next victim tonight."

Sarah was glad John was there to protect her from Victoria, but at the same time she wondered what it would feel like to be dominated and punished by a strong woman. If she had understood about the red ribbon correctly, only John and Ian could play with her, but what if one of them decided to turn her over to Vickie?




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Ian shepherded them all out of the room and closed the blue door. "That was close," he said, feigning concern. "Vickie was getting really worked up. She's got a high stress job in investment banking and needs to let go sometimes."

He pointed to the black door at the end of the hall. "Only one more room to show you, our third floor a mini dungeon."

Ian opened the black door only to reveal another door, this one of heavy metal. He took a key from his pocket and unlocked the second door.

"The two doors are for sound proofing," he said. "The walls of this room are also double thick. You could shoot a canon off in this room and it would not be heard on the outside."

Sarah followed Ian into the dark room. He turned a switch and half a dozen shrouded light scones lit up on the walls. The light reflected off of the silver grey color of the walls and the floor, which made the room look like it was carved out of stone. Against the back wall was a Saint Andrews cross made of dark, old wood. It was in the shape of a large 'X' and had leather restraining straps on each arm. There were foot blocks of several sizes so that the victim tied to the cross could be positioned at different heights. Sarah noticed the blocks and knew immediately they were meant for short girls like her.

All around the room were various torture devices. Sarah recognized an old fashioned wooden stock that would hold a woman's head and hands and leave her ass exposed for whipping. A sturdy table and bench looked like they were made to have bodies secured to them. The ceiling contained numerous bolts and pulleys, some with chains dangling padded wrist cuffs ready to attach to an unwilling victim. Hanging from hooks on the walls were whips, floggers, clamps, masks, gags, vibrators, and other menacing –looking items.

John held Sarah's hand tightly as Ian explained the purpose of this room. "Sometimes a submissive needs a severe punishment, but a private one. The large dungeon in the basement is more public, and there audience participation is encouraged. This mini dungeon is used more for one on one activities."

Then looking at John and Sarah together, he added with a smile, "Or sometimes for two on one activity. John needs my help on occasion; he tends to be too soft."

Sarah thrilled at the idea of being punished by Ian while at the same time being comforted by John. Then all of a sudden a part of her was repulsed by the whole idea. 

John saw her confusion. "I know this is a lot for you to take in all at once," he said. "We are going to take you to your room now and let you relax and think about things. I will come get you in the morning and you can tell me your decision."

Chapter 7: Isaac Arrives Unexpectedly

As they descended the stairs Sarah was thinking that she wasn't ready to go to bed quite yet. She still had lots of questions. 

She looked up at John. "Could we maybe have a glass of wine together before I go to my room?"

"Of course," he said quickly. "Let's all go to the bar. We will have to serve ourselves since Maggie is still having her training session."

They entered the lounge area of the first floor and John seated Sarah and Camille together at a small table. "I will get the wine," he said. "Then you can have some private time with Camille to ask her questions while Ian and I catch up on some business."

Sarah decided to wait until the wine arrived and she was alone with Camille before beginning her questions. She sensed that Camille was intimidated by the men and would not be open with her in their presence. Finally she had her chance.

"Camille, why do you stay here and put up with being treated this way?"

"I love my life, Sarah. It may not be perfect, but I would rather have half a life with Isaac here than no life without Isaac. I had the good job; nice boyfriend, and the fake friends in my other life and I didn't fit in. Here, I fit with Isaac and the rest of the members and women. I don't have to be someone I'm not. It may seem a little strange, and maybe to the outside it is, but I wouldn't go back. I'm free to go anytime I want, but why would I? I love Isaac and serving here at the club is what I do. It's who I am now.

You may think I am treated badly, but to me being completely submissive is liberating and satisfying. I have no responsibilities or decisions I have to make. Isaac appreciates my body and the way I react to him and that fulfills me."

It was the kind of answer Sarah was hoping for. She wanted to stay but needed the support of another woman. Camille had obviously thought about her life and consciously chose this path. Sarah was impressed with her maturity and honesty.

Ian and John were sitting at another table going over some papers. Sarah was about to question Camille some more when they all heard the front door open and heavy footsteps in the hall. In a moment, a large man filled the doorway.

"Isaac!" cried Camille.

Isaac was a tall, muscular black man, who looked like the ones you see on television in professional basketball games. His skin was the color of walnut, milk chocolate and his eyes shown like black marble. He was dressed in an expensive business suit with a silk white shirt and conservative tie, as befitting his job as a banking vice president. However his past career as a body builder still showed and one got the impression that the conservative clothes were the only thing containing his primal energy. 

He acknowledged Camille with a nod and half smile, and then spoke to Ian and John. "I finished up sooner than I expected and caught an earlier flight. Since our club is conveniently near the airport I thought I would drop in on my way home. I need a little recreation TLC before hearing my wife complain about all the things that need doing."

"Excellent," said Ian. "We are always glad to see you. Camille has been pining away."

Camille blushed and lowered her head. She was very excited to see Isaac, her master for the past two years. If she were Isaac's wife, she would not be like the whining bitch that Isaac was stuck with. She would devote herself to pleasing him.

"Really? Let's see. Come here Camille."

Camille quickly got up from the table and walked to stand in front of Isaac. She put her hands behind her back, offering herself. He hooked his finger in the ring in her collar and raised her face so that he was looking down at her. She looked back into his eyes like a puppy waiting to be patted.

"Camille, Camille," he said shaking his head. "Already you have forgotten what I taught you the last time I was here. When I raise your face to mine you are to lick your lips so that they are moist and ready. You have not done that and now I am going to have to punish you."

Realizing her error, Camille extended her tongue and ran it sensuously over her lips. She left her mouth open slightly, hoping to tempt Isaac to kiss her and forget about her error. His hard look told her she had failed. She shuddered, knowing that he always found some excuse to punish her, and that she liked it.

"I will accept the offer of your mouth, but it comes too late to save you," he said. Then he pulled hard on the ring, forcing her onto her toes before lowering his mouth to hers and probing her with his tongue. She pushed her body against him, puncturing his chest through his thin shirt with her hard, pointy nipples, well aware that this would turn him on. It was a game they had played many times before.

He broke the kiss and pushed her back. For the first time he seemed to notice Sarah, who was still sitting at the table, watching them intently.

"Who is your little friend?" he asked.

"Her name is Sarah. She is thinking of joining the club."

"Ah so? Well Sarah, stand up so I can get a look at you."

Sarah found herself rising from her chair without thinking. Isaac's commanding presence seemed to have a hypnotic effect on her.

Isaac had pushed Camille to the side so he could look at Sarah. "Turn around," he said. "Slowly."

Sarah did as he said.

"Very nicely proportioned. Now come here."

John was afraid of what Isaac might do. "Go slow Isaac," he said. "She is not wearing a ribbon--yet."

Isaac's deep laugh resonated in the room. "Don't worry. I just want her to see how much Camille enjoys being a member of our club."

Turning toward Camille, Isaac put his big hands on her waist and effortlessly lifted her up and sat her on the bar. Her short skirt rose up high on her thighs, revealing the tops of her stockings and a little of the soft flesh above.

"Sit up straight and put your hands behind your head," commanded Isaac.

Camille complied and pushed her tits forward, almost at the level of Isaac's mouth. Sarah was now standing only a few feet away.

"Do you see how her nipples are sticking out?" he asked Sarah. "Watch how much bigger I can make them. First this one."

He placed the tip of his index finger against Camille's left nipple and began to wiggle it up and down. Camille's eyes closed and her head leaned back.

"Ahhh..."

"See how little it takes? She's such a horny slut, aren't you Camille?"

"Yesss sir," she breathed, knowing it would be futile to deny how the combination of Isaac's finger and the public humiliation was turning her on.

Isaac spoke to Sarah. "Would you like to see how wet she is?"

Sarah didn't respond, but her hot eyes gave Isaac the answer.

"Open your legs Camille," he said.

Camille obeyed and the tight skirt rode up to her black thong. Isaac pulled the thong to the side and Sarah saw clearly the moist sheen on Camille's trimmed hairs.

"Here, feel it," he said and took Sarah's hand to put on Camille's pussy. Sarah was in trance and let it happen. When she touched the hot wetness she felt her own juices begin to flow.

John started to get up to intervene, but Ian put a hand on his shoulder. "Let them be," he said. "Sarah is into it and she needs to know what joining us will mean for her."

"You're right," John said and relaxed back into his chair. He watched as Isaac proceeded to stroke Camille with Sarah' hand. He too was mesmerized.

Isaac smiled at his two male friends. "Yes, Sarah needs to see a demonstration of the pleasures of being a submissive," he said. "I will show her. Camille, lie down on your back on the bar and let one leg hang over the side."

Camille swung her legs up onto the bar and sank down on her back. The feeling of Sarah's tentative touching had her craving more. She followed Isaac's directions and let one leg hang down, opening herself for their inspection. Isaac slowly stroked her bare thighs, making her shiver.

"She likes to be stroked like this," he said to Sarah. "It makes her feel desired. Put your hand here on the inside of her thigh while I get rid of this troublesome thong."

Sarah placed her hand high up on Camille's thigh and felt the heat radiating from her. Isaac took a small pocket knife from his jacket and sliced the straps of the thong. 

"Now I will show you how excited she is," he said, pulling the loose fabric out of the way. He then used his large hands to spread Camille's pussy lips, revealing her dripping wetness. 

"Ohhh.....ahhhhh.....uuuuuu....", Camille twisted her hips and moaned with pleasure as Isaac fingered her. Sarah's eyes went from Camille's pussy, to her face, and back to her pussy. She imagined herself in Camille's place and shuddered.

"My poor Camille has missed me for the past couple of weeks," he said. "She needs this."

At that point Isaac lowered his head and extended his tongue toward Camille's pussy. Still using his hands on her lips he framed her clit where he could tease it with his tongue.

"Ohhhhhh.....my goddddddddd.....arghhhhhhhhh.." Camille's hips bucked as she pushed her pussy upward to meet Isaac's mouth.

Isaac took advantage of her raised hips to position his juice soaked finger at the entrance to her ass. Camille knew what was coming and frantically began to squirm around on the bar, dragging her engorged clit over his tongue. He responded by taking her clit gently between his teeth and slowly pushing his finger up into her ass.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." It was too much for Camille. As the orgasm overcame her she thrashed around on the bar like a fish on a hook. Isaac kept his finger deep in her ass and continued nibbling on her pussy. Just as Sarah thought it was all over, a second wave seemed to hit Camille and she began pumping her hips even more.

"Myy goddddddd......Isaac that's soooo gooood.......ohhhhhhh......please stoooop.......I can't take anymore....."

Isaac raised his head and smiled at her. Then withdrawing his finger he helped her sit up and embraced her. She swung her legs off the bar and wrapped them around his waist, burying her face in his shoulder. Her body was still shaking and she was softly sobbing. It has been incredibly intense. She loved him so much and knew he loved her too.

Sarah was in awe of the scene. It was erotic and exhibitionistic, but at the same time very romantic. John came over and put his strong arm around her. He could feel her trembling with excitement and knew that she wanted to be like Camille and let her sexuality run free. There was little doubt in his mind what her decision is going to be. He felt her strong need to belong and be accepted.

Ian approached them and spoke to Sarah. "Time to go to your room and think about all you have seen. We will expect your decision first thing in the morning. John will give you a copy of the contact so you can read it tonight and be prepared."

Sarah nodded her head meekly to Ian and snuggled up to John. "Will you show me to my room?"

Camille and Isaac were still embracing as John walked Sarah out of the lounge, his arm still protectively around her. Ian watched and thought about how he was going to have to be especially hard on her to compensate for John's softness. He thought that as soon as John left he would begin training her by putting her in the stocks once a day and spanking her bare ass with his favorite multi-thong whip. Repeated spankings would leave her very tender and pleading for relief. At that point she would be ready to obey whatever commands he gave her. 

Ian also looked forward to being in on her initiation and hoped that she really was a virgin. It was always fun to administer the combination of pain and pleasure and make the little sluts crave more.

Chapter 8: Sarah Contemplates Her Decision

It was a short walk from the lounge area to the guest bedroom where Sarah would spend the night. John kept his arm around her but they did not talk. Sarah was tingling with excitement and wanted John to make love to her. He opened the door to the room and they went in.

Impulsively Sarah turned into John and put her arms up and around his neck. "Oh John, I am so excited by everything I've seen. I don't need to think about this. I want to wear your red ribbon."

John's already stiff cock got even harder. He leaned down and put his lips on Sarah's, kissing her tenderly. She responded by parting her lips and inviting his tongue. Her instincts took over and her lack of experience with sex did not matter. She wanted to feel what Camille felt.

John explored her hot mouth with his tongue and pulled her body up against his. He wanted her to feel his excitement. But then he stepped back and held her at arms length. "You must take the time to think about this," he said.

However as much as he wanted her, John had the self control to restrain himself. He and Ian had made the rule that there was to be no sex with a new member until that person had signed the contract and passed the medical exam. The risk of sexually transmitted diseases was too great, and since they shared partners, it affected all the members. Also they knew that a person who had signed the contract was less likely to make trouble later.

Before she could tempt him again, he led her over to one of the chairs. "Sit here. I'm going to get you the contract and have you read it. Then you can ask me any questions before I leave you for the night."

Sarah sat and waited while John went to the nearby desk and retrieved a paper from the drawer. He handed it to her and sat beside her in the other chair. "Read the whole thing and then we can discuss it," he said.

The contract was written like a legal document, although John and Ian knew that it would never be presented as such in a court. Its purpose was to make prospective members clearly aware of what they were getting into. Once they had signed it, it was harder for them to tell themselves that they had been fooled and taken advantage of.

Sarah read:

Application for Membership into the The Manor House Club

Whereas, I _______________, being of sound mind and body do wish to become a member of said organization, I hereby acknowledge that I understand and agree to the following:

1)Nature of Activities at the Club

The club is for individuals who wish to explore the BDSM lifestyle. Applicants are expected to be aware of what this means. There are no limits on the type of sexual activities that may go on in the club. However, members are expected to respect the differences between people's desire for "roughness" in sex play.

2)Female Memberships

All female members must wear a colored ribbon on their person at all times. The color of the ribbon determines the kind of activities that the member is expected to participate in.

A yellow ribbon indicates that the woman is a submissive who does not have a particular master. She is 'free game' and must submit to any member who commands her. Members wearing yellow ribbons are exempt from membership fees.

A red ribbon indicates that the woman is in a submissive relationship with another member, known as her master. The master may be male or female. A woman wearing a red ribbon may be touched and teased by any member, but only her master may force her to have sex. Masters may take away a red ribbon and replace it with a yellow ribbon at any time. Members wearing red ribbons are exempt from membership fees.

A green ribbon indicates that the woman is in control of her sexual liaisons in the club. She may choose to be submissive or dominant, or switch between the two. Members wearing green ribbons must pay a membership fee.

3)Male Memberships

Male members are not required to take any particular role. However, they may elect to wear a red or yellow ribbon at certain times if they wish to be submissive. Male members all pay a membership fee.

4)Owners' Privileges

The owners of the club are the supreme masters. They may command any member to do whatever they wish. Also, all new applications for membership must be approved by at least one of the owners.

5)Employees

Some members are also employees of the club. To be employed by the club, you must be a member. Being an employee does not affect your 'ribbon status'.

6)Safe Words

Members may use special code words to slow down or stop an activity in progress that involves them. The phrase "code red" means to stop; the phrase "code yellow" means to slow down.

7)Medical Examinations

All prospective members must pass a medical examination, submit to various medical procedures, and take the required birth control measures. Once you become a member this medical process is repeated monthly.

8)Entering and Leaving the Club

Members are given an id card which allows them to enter through the front gate at any time. To leave the club members must obtain an exit pass card from one of the owners or the acting manager.

9)Termination of Membership

Members may terminate their membership and obtain an exit pass at anytime with 24 hour notice.

Signed: ____________________________________ Date:__________________

Witness:___________________________________ Date:___________________

Sarah finished reading and looked up at John. "It's pretty much what you have already told me," she said. "But I was surprised by the statement that you could change my red ribbon for a yellow one."




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"Yes, sometimes a master will take away the red ribbon as a form of punishment, or if he feels that his submissive needs to be reminded that the red ribbon must be constantly earned. And sometimes the person wearing the red ribbon wants to experience what it is like to wear the yellow ribbon and have to submit to everyone."

The last statement brought a rush of excitement to Sarah's stomach. However she felt much more comfortable under John's protection and wanted him to know that.

"I hope you will let me wear the red ribbon for as long as I want," she said.

He smiled at her. "We will see."

It was clear from her comments that Sarah was going to sign the contract and he was pleased. At the same time, he was aware that he was going to have a sub to train and that he would have to adjust his schedule to be able to spend more time in the city. Of course, Ian would be a big help but Sarah was going to need him.

As if reading his thoughts Sara asked, "Will you be training me or are you going to turn me over to Ian?"

"I will be your master but when I am not here you must obey Ian. He is very experienced and will be good for you."

"He seems so hard compared with you,"

"Yes, he is hard. But we agree on what must be done and I will not listen to any complaints about the way he treats you. His wishes are my wishes."

Sarah realized that they were both talking like she had already made her decision. She thought she might as well ask some practical questions.

"How will I support myself?"

"You will be an employee of the club and be paid $1000 per week. Since you will not have any expenses for food or lodging, you will have plenty of money to support yourself."

"What kind of life will I have outside the club?"

"That's up to you. You will have two days a week when you can leave the club, but you have to schedule these days ahead of time with Ian. Some of the girls have gone together and rented an apartment in the city where they can go and have a social life. You are not allowed to have non-member visitors at the club." 

Sarah liked that idea. She could begin a life on her own and still have the security of the club.

"What kind of work would I be doing as an employee of the club?"

"You will start off cleaning rooms and making beds. Then after a week or so of training you will wait tables in the dining room."

"I don't need a week of training to know how to wait tables."

"No, but you need the training to know how to respond to the demands of the diners. You are going to look very desirable in the waitress uniform and some of our members will want more than food. You saw what happened to Janice."

Sarah remembered the girl waiting to be put into the sling as punishment for not being a good waitress. She thought some training might be a good idea.

There was one other clause in the agreement that bothered her. "I understand about the medical exam for STD's and the need for birth control, but what are the medical procedures mentioned in the contract? I have always been pretty healthy and haven't had much contact with doctors."

"Our club doctor is a major supporter of the club and uses his position here to do some unique research into human sexual responses. We cooperate with his research and in return he gives us free medical care. He will test your reactions to various things over time and monitor your development. It is for your own good and you must obey him. If you use the 'code red' phrase with the doctor your membership in the club will be immediately terminated."

Sarah was curious about this research but decided not to pursue it. It was just one more exciting aspect of this place that she would soon learn about.

"OK," she said. "I can't think of anything else to ask."

Having answered her questions, John kissed her lightly on the forehead and started toward the door. 

"One last thing," he said. "You are not to pleasure yourself tonight. You must have a night of thoughtfulness. And in the event that you decide to wear the red ribbon, I want you completely fresh. Do you understand?" 

John's command sent shivers down her back. This was the first time he had given her an order and the look on his face was stern. She managed to nod her acceptance.

Without changing his expression he turned and started toward the door. "I will come for you at 7 am tomorrow morning. You must be ready with your decision." Then he was gone.

Sarah collapsed onto the bed. She was horrified that he thought she might be touching herself after he left, although she had to admit that the thought had crossed her mind. It had been a long and very eventful day and she was exhausted. She felt she should stay awake and think about whether she should stay at The Manor House, but in her heart she knew the answer was yes. After all, what did she have to lose? Her virginity certainly, but that was a burden anyway. Worse case she could spend a week or two, save some money, and move on. Best case John would love her and she could share an exciting life with him. 

She sighed and began taking off her clothes. In her excited state she wanted to sleep naked in anticipation of the coming day. The sheets in the big bed were soft and cool on her body. She knew she was going to fall asleep quickly.

Meanwhile Ian was in his office making some notes in his computer, adding Sarah to the database and scheduling her medical exam for 9 am the next morning. He was very confident that she would be signing the contract.

He looked up as John came into his office. "Did you put our little girl to bed?"

"Yes. It was not easy leaving her. She was ready tonight."

Ian laughed. "Good boy. You showed great restraint. It will make it all the sweeter tomorrow."

"Let's talk about how we are going to handle it," said John. "I want to take her by myself first, and then you can join us."

Ian showed his disappointment. "Aw, you know how I like to deflower virgins."

"We're not even sure she is a virgin," replied John. "But I'll tell you what. You can help me give her ass a second cleaning out beforehand. I want it nice and fresh when I do her that way. Doctor Paul will have given her one enema already, but the second one is more fun. We can do it together and give her a good orgasm in the process."

"Sounds good," agreed Ian.

"Another thing," said John. "You know I can't be here at the club more than half the time. I want you to take care of her when I am not around. Make sure she gets plenty of action and learns what true submission really means. When we do her together tomorrow you be the bad cop to my good cop. That way she will be prepared for how she is going to be treated when I am not here."

"Good plan," said Ian. "I promise you that she will be very happy to see you every time you come. Any command you give her will be nothing compared to what she will have already endured."

"Don't be too hard on her at first," warned John. "You know it works better if we increase the demands gradually. I don't want her to get scared and run away."

"We have the 24 hour rule to keep her from running away. She would have to give me termination notice, and if she did I would call you so you could come talk her out of it."

"Still, let's go slow."

Ian smiled. "You can count on me partner."

"You'd better have someone call her at 6 am to make sure she is awake. I told her I would come for her at 7:00 to take her to breakfast and hear her decision."

"OK. What do you think of having Camille at breakfast to witness the contract?"

John thought for a moment. "Isn't Isaac still here?"

"Yes, he called his wife and told her he missed his flight. But he could come to breakfast too."

"Fine with me. She has seen what a happy couple they are and it will help her relax about her future."

"I'll set it up. See you at 7."

Chapter 9: Sarah Signs the Contract

Sarah slept fitfully that night. In keeping with her mood she had taken off all her clothes and gotten naked into the luxurious bed. Every time she turned over, the cool, crisp sheets rubbed across her body and made her think of pleasures to come. It was all she could do to obey John and keep her hands under the pillow.

At exactly 6 am the phone beside her bed jarred her fully awake.

"Good morning, Sarah," said a sultry female voice on the phone. "My name is Elizabeth and I am on reception duty this morning. There was a note to call you at this time and suggest that you get ready for your 7am visit from Mr. John."

"Thank you," said Sarah. "I did want to have time to take a shower and wash my hair."

"You will find a hair dryer in your bathroom. And it says here to tell you to open your door and retrieve a package and note from Mr. John."

Sarah was surprised. "Really? I did not expect anything."

"You will find lots of pleasant surprises in this place," said Elizabeth. "Good bye for now."

Jumping out of bed and heading for the door Sarah momentarily forgot that she was naked. She was about to open the door when she looked down at herself.

"What am I doing?" she said out loud and ran back to the bed to wrap her self in a sheet.

The hallway was empty except for a white dress box wrapped with a red ribbon. An envelope with her name on it was under the ribbon. She quickly retrieved the box and closed the door.

Placing the box on the bed she extracted the envelope and tore it open. Inside on expensive stationary was a handwritten note.

Dearest Sarah,

I hope that you have decided to sign the contract and wear my red ribbon. If so, I want you to put on the clothes that you will find in this box. You are to wear everything in the box and nothing else. Put the red ribbon around your waist as a sash. 

I will come for you at 7am sharp. If you are wearing this outfit, we will go to breakfast where you will sign the contract and begin your service at The Manor House. If you are not wearing these clothes, I will give you an exit pass and never see you again.

John

Excitedly Sarah opened the box. Everything inside was a brilliant white—the dress, the bra, the bikini panties, and the high heeled shoes. The dress was made of a beautiful satin, with lace fringes at the bodice and the short hem. The bra was a delicate push up type, designed for maximum exposure in a low cut gown, and the bikini panties were of white lace and very brief.

Sarah held up the items one at a time and admired them. They were all sized to fit a small woman and she had no doubt they would fit her. She imagined that she would look like a virgin bride, all in white and completely innocent. No doubt that was the effect that John wanted.

At the bottom of the box was the one non-white item: a pair of flesh colored, sheer stockings with red garters. Sarah thought the clothes were the most beautiful she had ever seen and that John must think her very special to give her such a present. She couldn't wait to put them on and show herself to him. The thought of not signing the contract never crossed her mind.

Hurriedly she went into the bathroom to shower and wash her hair. Because her hair was so long she was afraid it would not dry in time. She knew she would have to wear it piled on the top of her head; her normal long pigtail would not do with this dress. 

Twenty minutes later she had showered and dried her hair. With great care she then braided it and curled it on the top of her head in the shape of a crown. She thought that the style made her look very grown up and she was pretty sure that John would like it. At that point she wished she had some make up, and she began looking in the drawers in the bathroom. In one drawer she found at least twenty different jars of various concoctions, none of which she knew how to use. Lipstick was the only thing her mother had allowed. Fortunately there were also several lipsticks and was able to find a pale pearl color that she liked to highlight her lips.

By five minutes till seven she was ready. The dress and under garments fit her perfectly, displaying her figure to great advantage. The high heels shaped her ass and her legs, and the deep cleavage created by the bra and dress invited exploration. She was pleased with the way she looked.

At 7 am sharp the door opened and John walked in. He didn't knock, as he knew Sarah would be his and he wanted to establish his dominance from the beginning. Sarah stood by the window and turned to him.

"Beautiful," he said. "Just like a virgin bride."

She blushed and looked down.

"Come here," he said.

She walked and stood in front of him. 

"I see you are wearing my red ribbon. I cannot do everything I want with you until after your medical exam but from this moment on, you will obey me. Put your hands behind your back."

Sarah did as he ordered and he took her face between his hands and raised it to meet his lips. Softly he kissed her eyes, her cheeks, and her mouth. She was like warm clay in his hands. He could feel her trembling with excitement. He was breathing heavily, as he wanted her badly. The night before he had hardly slept because of his excitement about the coming day.

"Let's go join the others," he said, pulling away from her body. His cock was hard and straining against his pants, and he fought to keep from throwing her on the bed and ravishing her in her pure white costume.

During the short walk down the hall to the private dining area he kept his hand possessively on her ass, which was tightly encased in white satin. He gripped her so tightly that she felt her weight partially lifted off of the floor. Power and desire were radiating from him.

They entered the room and found Ian with Camille and Isaac already seated at a round table enjoying a variety of breakfast foods that were on platters in the center. The three of them looked at the young woman dressed all in white like a goddess wearing the bright red sash and spontaneously began clapping their hands.

"Magnificent," exclaimed Isaac.

"Truly beautiful," said Camille. "Us old timers are going to have some heavy competition."

"John my friend, you really have an eye. The shy caterpillar has turned into a beautiful butterfly," said Ian.

John smiled and was obviously proud. Silently he congratulated himself on recognizing Sarah's hidden beauty and her susceptibility. "I think Sarah is ready to sign the contract now," he said.

"Oh, I left the contract in my room," gasped Sarah.

"No matter my dear," said Ian. "We have a fresh copy right here. Camille is going to witness your signature. Sit down and we will get this formality over with."

Sarah sat and was given the contract and a pen. Without hesitation, she wrote her name in the blank space and then signed and dated the bottom. Camille leaned over her shoulder and signed as the witness. It was done. Sarah sighed as she knew she had just turned her life over to John.

"Now all that remains is the little medical exam," said Isaac with a gleam in his eye. "I'm sure you will pass with flying colors. Which reminds me, Camille aren't you about due for your monthly check up?"

Camille screwed up her face. "Yes, I'm afraid so, in just two day's time."

Isaac was enjoying her discomfort. "Why don't you go in with Sarah this morning and get it over with?"

John and Ian both shook their heads. "Not a good idea," said Ian. Doctor Paul needs to focus completely on Sarah. First time exams need to be very thorough."

"Oh he's always thorough," said Isaac. "I got to watch him one time with Camille. He inspected every nook and cranny and tested her reactions to things that would make the devil himself uncomfortable."

Camille shuddered with the memory. She had not liked having Isaac watch as Doctor Paul made her come again and again.

"Enough about Doctor Paul," said John. "Isaac I'm surprised you are still here. Wasn't your sweet wife expecting you home last night?"

"Yea, miss sweetness was not happy but what could I do? My flight was cancelled."

"Camille I expect you had something to do with that," said John.

"Yes sir. I persuaded Isaac to spend the night with me."

"And how did you do that?"

Camille smiled seductively and looked at Isaac. "As the saying goes, I fucked his brains out."

Sarah's eyes opened wide and they all laughed. She was not expecting Camille to be so forward and open with her thoughts. 

"I thought you were supposed to be the submissive one," joked Ian.

Camille made sure she deferred to Isaac. "Yes sir, I am. I was only following orders."

Isaac roared with laughter and stroked a finger on her cheek. "You did indeed, my dear. I was tired and made you do all the work. You performed very well after receiving your punishment for having dry lips."

"How did you punish her?" asked Ian, always curious about new techniques.

"I took her to the black room and tied her on all fours on the new whipping table. There is a new arrangement there that lets you force the woman to hold their ass high in the air, right about the height of my chest. Her bare tits were hanging down and her thighs were held open by tying them to rings on the table. I attached some nipple clamps and inserted some vibrators. Then I whipped her ass for a couple of minutes with a multi thong leather flogger. She was very compliant after that."

Sarah could not believe the way Isaac was describing the scene in such detail while they were eating breakfast. However, Camille did not seem phased. She continued to look adoringly at Isaac like she wanted him to do the same thing again, right then.

"Tell Sarah how you felt about that," said Ian.

Camille smiled at Isaac and waited until he nodded his head giving her his permission to tell Sarah how she felt about her punishment. "I was completely helpless and my clamped nipples hurt a lot. I begged Isaac to free me, but I knew that I deserved to be punished because I wasn't ready for him as I'm supposed to be at all times. My whipping served to remind me that I belong to him. He has the right to punish me as he sees fit. I feel secure under his protection and like to think that he belongs to me too."

"Well said," commented Isaac proudly. "You are my treasure."

"Let's not get carried away," said John. "Help yourself to some breakfast Sarah. We don't want to be late for your appointment with Doctor Paul."

After a few small bites Sarah looked at John, "Are you going to be present for my first medical exam?"

John smiled. "Yes, I think I will be; I want to make sure Doctor Paul doesn't take any liberties with you this first time. After you've been initiated by me and Ian, then Doctor Paul can do as he wishes."

Sarah was a bit surprised by John's statement to be present at her first medical exam, but what could she do. She realized that as of today she no longer had a lot of choices where her body was concerned. John was her Master/protector and it was his right to be there if he chose. 

Camille saw Sarah's discomfort and tried to reassure her. "Don't worry," she said. "The first exam will be better if Sir John is with you." Sarah smiled at Camille and nodded her head, still deep in thought about the upcoming medical examination. She's never had a complete examination by a doctor before and is very nervous about what will be done to her.

John looked at his watch and turned to Sarah, "Are you ready?" She took one last sip of tea and reluctantly stood up. She was not looking forward to meeting Doctor Paul and having a complete physical with two men watching her. 

She turned to John, "What will happen at this medical exam?"

Four pairs of eyes focused on her, each astonished by her question. "Have you ever had a complete physical?" asked John.

"No. I was never very sick and my mother said there was no money for checkups."

The four of them were completely in awe of Sarah's innocence. Ian and John shared a secret smile thinking what a find they had in Sarah and that the doctor was going to love examining her.