****** Sapphire Chapter Two by Jennistoy ******
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Sapphire Chapter Two


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Chapter One

I sat up in bed, my heart pounding, my pulse racing and the nightmare still
running the gambit of my emotions. What was that noise? I looked around my room
wildly. I could see nothing in the dark room. The shadows that softened the
various shapes seemed to dance in front of my eyes and the harder I looked the
harder it seemed to focus on anything. I grabbed my bedside statue. It was of a
cock and balls made out of marble. I gripped the base, my fingers tightly
hanging on to the stone balls and listened. The room seemed silent, almost too
much so. I took a deep breath and tried to listen over the beating of my heart.

I swiveled my head around the room, waiting. There was nothing, I was sure of
it. As I started to relax, a body flung itself at me and knocked me off the
bed. I tumbled head over heels, scraping my shoulder on the rug and almost
knocking the statue out of my hand. In my struggling I took a swing with the
cock and heard it connect. Suddenly I was pinned to the floor under a big body.
I squirmed my way out from under it and ran over to the light switch. I flicked
on the light and found myself standing naked over a big man in black with a
marble cock in my hand. There was a small lump on his temple and for a second I
thought he was dead. But as I was beginning to panic, I saw his back rise and
fall. Oh thank God. I really didn't want to explain to the cops how I had
killed a guy with a marble dildo.

I flipped the guy over and cuffed his hands and feet. What the hell was this
guy doing in my house? Irritated I grabbed his cuffed feet and slid him over
the smooth wood floors into the playroom. Once there I hooked him to a chain
and hung him upside down from the ceiling. Thank God for the invention of
pulleys. When his head was level with my chest I got a pack of ice and attached
it to his head with an ace bandage. Then I removed his clothes with a pair of
scissors. Nice body I thought. I plopped down on a straight chair, lit a
cigarette and waited. While I waited, I wondered when he would wake up. I
didn't know the first thing about bumps on the head so I went and got my first
aid book. Check the eyes and call 911 it said. Fat chance, this guy was gonna
answer some questions before I called the cops, if I bothered to call the cops.
It didn't take long and he was starting to come around. When he opened his
eyes, they were a startling sapphire blue. It was a nice contrast to the black
hair that topped off his head and lightly dusted his body.

"What the hell? Who are you? What am I doing upside down? Why does my head
hurt?" He asked all of these in a volume that increased with each question till
the very last one where he grimaced and clutched at the ice pack. I stayed well
away from him and remarked.

"Comfortable?" At the negative shake of his head, which caused more moaning, I
continued, "Good. I don't want you comfortable. You mind telling me what you're
doing in my house? Why you saw fit to break in here and tackle me to the floor.
Don't tell me you were planning on raping me, I don't believe that for a
second. You owe me an explication or I might just take advantage of a pretty
young guy in my house."

He hung there for a second and I stood up and looked at him. He smirked and
said,

"Lady, you DO know you are naked don't you?" I glanced down, so I was. I
shrugged and said,

"So are you, what is your point?" He squawked as I strolled off to go get a
robe. When I came back and sat down on the chair he was still grumbling. "So,
you gonna tell me or do I have to get rough?"

He remained silent and I stood and walked over and showed him a paddle with
studs in it. Of course the other side was smooth, but he didn't need to know
that. I dropped him down a bit and took a swing at his ass. He screamed as
though I had branded him.

"You bitch! That fucking hurt!"

"Oh shut up you big puss. It's just a paddle. I have little bitty women who
barely even notice it."

He subsided into silence again so I brought those pretty little studs in his
line of vision again and smacked him with the smooth side three times. Thwack,
thwack, thwack. He started twisting around and hollering. I leaned over and
informed him that if he didn't shut up I would gag him and it would be pretty
hard to talk and explain things to me through that gag. Which meant more
punishment and pretty soon, he'd be dead. He glared at me and said,

"Fine, let me down and I'll tell you."

"What, you think I am stupid? This is not blonde hair that adorns my head. I'll
turn you right side up, but that is it." He nodded. I clipped his hands to
another pulley and slowly lowered him down till he was on the floor. He got up
and tried to charge me so I cranked on the chain so that it pulled him tight
and he was standing on his tiptoes. He glared at me, while I strolled around
the room and exited to get a pop. When I came back in, I settled my self in the
chair, lit a cigarette and waited patiently. When it became apparent I wasn't
going to get an answer; I stubbed out my smoke, stood up and showed the paddle
to him again. He watched for a second before saying,

"Wait!" I stopped, paddle raised in the air and said, "Yes?"

"It's a frat thing. One of the guys said he heard of you, and even knew where
you lived and dared me to come in and get one of your whips, which I would have
sent back to you. This went all wrong, you weren't supposed to wake up and I
panicked and was afraid I was going to be here all night if I didn't tie you
up. I figured I could tie you loose enough for you to get out of in a couple of
hours and maybe even get a picture of you and get the whip and get out, no harm
done. But then you hit me in the head, by the way, what was it you hit me
with?" I showed him the statue. "Damn, no wonder my head hurts. "

I stared at him for second before exploding,

"You're fucking kidding me! This is a fraternity prank? A "little kid, I have
nothing better to do then break into someone's house, scare the shit out of
them and steal" prank?" I slammed around the room, picking up a whip and
lashing the floor with it. He flinched at each crack. I started flicking at the
different paraphernalia I hung on the walls. They all came crashing down.

"You sorry ass piece of shit! What the hell, you think I am going to forgive
and forget? Do you think you can violate someone in that way and not have to
pay? At least in what I do I have the person's consent." I stopped, my chest
heaving, I wasn't nearly as angry as I appeared. I wanted him to fear me, to be
abjectly sorry and utterly penitent. I was going to break this beautiful young
man and wait till he came back to me, which I was sure, he would do.

I grabbed the paddle from the table and began to paddle his ass with it. He
swore and cried out. I ignored his pleas and soon I noticed him leaning back
into the paddle. There were tears coursing down his cheeks and dripping onto
the light mat of hair on his chest. His cock was erect and throbbing, there was
pre-cum coating the tip and dripping down the shaft. I reached under his balls
and tugged down on the loose skin. He cried out, arching into my hand. His body
was quivering and shaking. I was pleased with his reaction to the paddling.

I raised his chin and he looked me in the eye, the tears overflowing. There
seemed to be no resistance to me whatsoever. I thought it was a bit soon for
him to be breaking, but then again, why was he here really.

"What is your name?" He flinched away from me; I shrugged and grabbed his
wallet. I opened it up, and flipped to his driver's license. "Lance Hawthorne.
Well Lance that is a very distinguished name, shame it is wasted on a worm like
you." He flinched again. I gently rubbed his face, smoothing the tears into the
soft space between his eyes and the rough of his beard. At first he shied away
from my hand, but then sighed and leaned into it.

"So Lance, tell me why you are here, instead of another frat member." At first
he hung his head and then softly started to speak.

"It turned me on."

"What did Lance?"

"The thought of what you do." I have always thought leather was sexy, and when
my frat brother was talking about this, I got a hard on. Just the thought of
handling a whip that had been used on a submissive, touching a dildo that had
been inside someone. I almost lost it at that thought. I wanted to walk around
and explore the territory."

"You want to be a submissive?"

"No! I want to punish others; I want to hear their cries of mercy, to feel
their skin burning under my hand. I have spanked my girlfriends, tied them up
and had my way. I loved it."

"Umhmm," I moaned in his ear, while I reached out and with one finger, stroked
the tip of his cock. "This is why you are so hard, so wet, so ready to plunge
that tiny little excuse for a cock into what is offered." His breath escaped
his lungs all in a whoosh. I smiled and continued.

"What about a dildo up your ass?" I felt his cock jump under my fingers. "How
about if I tie up those balls and hang weights from them and whip them." Again,
another jump. "Seems to me that you desire some woman to take that control from
you, to use your body against you, to fuck your mind, your body and your soul."
My breath caressed his ear and neck, sending shivers down his spine. "It seems
to me that you want to bend your knees and offer yourself on the table for
sacrifice for the pleasure of others." A sob escaped him. His tears flowed more
freely. Slowly he shook his head, half-heartedly fighting against my will and
his desires. I chuckled.

"Lance, you are mine, do you understand that? You are mine to abuse, share or
covet, as only I desire. I can ignore you, stick you away on a shelf where you
starve to be touched and cry out to please, I can give you the privilege of
serving me, but never allowing you a release. I can gift you with orgasms with
others, but never with me or I can make you into my pet, my favorite to share
my bed every night. It all depends on you and how much you impress me." Lance
sobbed louder, his blue eyes never leaving my green ones and he slowly nodded.

I reached down and rolled his balls in my hand. Slowly I started tightening my
grip, and he gasped. I looked him in the eye and smiled slowly. He started to
whimper and tried to pull away, which only make it worse.Finally I released
him, his head sagged like his now soft cock, but as I watched, both rose and
faced me again. I nodded and looped a cuff around his balls and I pulled it
tight. I attached weights to the cuff and then attached clips to the balls
themselves. To the clips I added weight so they pinched the taunt skin and
pulled it as well.

Lance moaned at each new addition. I didn't say a word, but watched as his cock
jumped at each touch, each new thing to his balls. His pre-cum was leaking out.
I reached up and cleaned his tip with my finger and coated his lips with it,
forcing his mouth open and having him clean it with no words spoken. He sucked
at my finger like a babe to a bottle. I smiled at his eagerness to please.

"Tell me Lance, what is it you need?"

"You, I need you, I need to serve, to be humiliated, to please you in anyway
you see fit. I need to be used. I need you to use me." He fell silent.

"What do you get out of this Lance?"

"The joy of serving you, the ability to gaze at you, to pleasure you, to make
you happy to bring you joy and passion. What you ask of me I will do, because
you ask it."

I watched him for a second, walked to the phone, and made a call. Idly I swung
my foot, moving Lance's balls, causing them to hit his thighs. He only seemed
to grow harder with the abuse. I watched him while I lit another cigarette
after hanging up the phone.

"Please mistress, allow me to pleasure you, I desire to taste you, to hear you
cry out when I give you ultimate pleasure."

I smacked his balls with my feet and retorted sharply

"Quiet, you pleasure me now. Know that everything I do, or have you do, gives
me pleasure. Take what I give you in silence, and you will be eventually
rewarded." He fell silent, but his eyes pleaded with me. I strode to the door
of the room; glancing out over the dawn lit hallway. I heard a door slam and
the bellow for coffee echoed through the house.Sam strode into the room
grumbling to me,

" What the hell do you think you are doing, it's 6:30 in the morning. Oh," he
said drawing up short. "What do we have here?"

"Sam, meet Lance. He was kind enough to let me catch him last night after he
broke into my house and I have staked claim on him." Sam walked over to Lance
to inspect him. He is an imposing figure, long black hair, full beard down to
his breastbone, a leather vest stretched over his massive chest and chaps rode
on his hips. He smelled of the wind and of summer.

Sam had to bend a bit to admire my handiwork. He grunted and then turned to me,
uttering one word,

"Coffee."

"You know where it is you big lug, go brew it your self. You are the only
reason I keep any around as it is." He leaned over and kissed my cheek as he
brushed past me. His beard tickled my neck and I chuckled.

Lance had been very open eyed and seemed to be very nervous. I slowly caressed
his chest, pulling and twisting his nipples. He moaned and arched his body
toward mine. I lightly smacked his balls and caressed the tip of his cock. He
moaned some more and tried to push against my hand. I grinned delighted with
his reaction.

Sam came back in with another chair in hand. He set his coffee cup down on it
and walked over to Lance. He unhooked him from his chains and Lance sagged to
the floor. Sam showed him how to sit back on his heels with is ass cheeks
spread and his hands behind his head. Lance sat his chest out, looking me
proudly in the eye. Sam pointed to Lance's eyes and directed them to the floor.
Then Sam sat down next to me and sipped his coffee.

I strolled to the cabinet and took out a 7" dildo that was about 3" around.
Then I grabbed a bottle of lube. Both I dumped between his widespread thighs.
He jumped when they hit the floor, but didn't move. I allowed him to look over
the dildo and to absorb where that was going to go. What he didn't know was
that he was going to do it to himself in front of us.

"Pick up the dildo," I commanded. Slowly Lance reached out and picked it up. He
held it gingerly. "Suck it." He looked up at me and I smacked his balls with my
foot. He whimpered and slowly started to suck on the latex cock. "Suck it the
way you like yours done. " Lance started running his tongue and teeth over the
cock. He drew it deep into his mouth and slowly drew it out again. Sam shifted
next to me. I shot him a glance and asked if he wanted that same treatment.

"If you are offering, yes, I can always use a blowjob." Sam, like most Doms, is
Bi-sexual. He pulled out his cock and I reached over and caressed the tip
before motioning Lance over to suck it. Lance didn't hesitate; he brought his
mouth over Sam's cock. It didn't take long for Sam to shoot his load down
Lance's eager throat. Lance sucked him off, cleaning any trace of cum off of
Sam's cock.

I had him fetch the lube and dildo, and then turn around and I lubed his ass
up. He was tight. I slapped his already sore ass and asked,

"You ever been fucked in your ass before Lance?" He shook his head negatively.
"You ever wanted to be?" There was hesitation before he nodded is accent. I
dribbled lube over his asshole and worked it in, first with one finger, then
two. He started to relax and started pushing back against my fingers. Then I
passed the dildo and lube to Sam and asked him to prepare it. He did so; his
eyes lingering on the puckered hole I was finger fucking.

I handed the dildo to Lance, pulled my fingers out and told him to fuck himself
with the dildo. He didn't hesitate at all, merely started pushing it inside his
ass. Soon he had it in past the tip, then two inches, three, four, then all 7.
The fake cock was buried deep in his ass and the balls were all that was left
outside. He started to move it, pulling it almost all the way out, slamming it
back in.He was starting to get carried away and I put a stop to it. Sam roughly
grabbed him and ripped the dildo out. Lance gasped and tried to get away, but
Sam impaled him on his cock.

"Fuck it, " was all that Sam said. Lance started moving against Sam, and soon
his passion was building again. Sam pulled out and came on Lance's face. Lance
scooped it all up and then went back to his original position. I leaned forward
and removed all the apparatus from his balls. He gasped in pain; the sensations
were flowing in to his numb body parts. I then instructed him to jack off and
eat his cum. He wasted no time and even incorporated the dildo back into his
ass. Once he came, I pointed him to the shower and told him to bathe. He left
the room and I gathered up clothes for him.

Sam watched me with out comment and when I finally turned and faced him. He
softly said,

"Nothing for you?"

I shook my head mutely and then explained my reasoning,

"I want him to come back to me, because he wants what I can give him, not just
because he can get laid." Sam nodded wisely and stood up, kissing my
cheeks.When Lance was done with his shower I threw sweats and a T-shirt at him
along with his cut up clothes, and told him to get out. I gave him a leather
whip with my name embossed on it. He stumbled out the door with tears in his
eyes.

Sam left and I returned back to bed.

A couple of days later I was frequenting one of my favorite toy stores and
examining a new dildo that came out when I happened to glance over and saw
Lance; he was buying butt plugs, vibrators, dildos, various cheap whips and
paddles. I slipped behind a pole and watched silently as he also picked through
movies with bondage themes.

I strolled past him and brushed his shoulder passing him in the isle. I picked
up a whip, which was not nearly as nice as the one I gave him slung it over my
shoulder anyway and headed for the check out line. While I stood waiting my
turn, I was able to watch him in the mirror over the door. He approached me
several times, but would back off when he got within 5 or 6 feet. He stood
crying softly as I strolled out of the shop.

I arrived home and started to wonder if I had done the right thing in letting
him go so early. I should have kept him for the whole weekend. I strolled
upstairs and took a bath. Right when I was getting out, I heard a TV click on.
I smiled to myself, guessing it was Sam, waiting for me to get ready to go out
that night. I came out of my room, and saw a naked bundle of flesh sitting
beside Sam on the floor. I looked at that back, the curve of the buttocks, the
dildo sticking out of the anus and the balls hanging low. The face was buried
in the carpet. I looked at Sam with a puzzled look and he muttered he found it
on the back step.

Just then the face raised and I found myself staring into shimmering sapphire
eyes. I smiled, patted Lance on the head and tweaked his dildo, and went back
into my room, planning what I would do to the poor boy at the club tonight.


Chapter Two The Club Sam and I entered the club with Lance on a collar and
lead. Lance was naked under his long coat and gave it up to the attendant with
out any hesitation. I had his nipples clipped and his balls cuffed again. He
was being lead by the leash and was on his hands and knees with his eyes cast
down.

The first person we ran into was a Domme that Sam had always adored and who I
had always hated with a passion. It was possible that I hated her so much
because she was younger and thinner. I also hated the way she seemed to simper
over the Doms at the club and unlike most Dominants, myself included, she was
not Bi-sexual, she worked only with male subs and for the most part they were
liked "pampered pets", not actual "working animals". They were spoiled,
petulant and had no concept of how a good submissive should behave.

"Victoria, how are you," Sam asked as he bent over her hand, letting his lips
linger.

"Sam how wonderful to see you again. Oh and you brought Savannah with you, how
thoughtful." She stuck her hand in my direction with as much enthusiasm as she
would sticking it into a pit of vipers. I took it and squeezed a bit tighter
than I should.

"Victoria."

"Victoria, you do know Savannah has been a member much longer than I have,
don't you? She brought me here for the first time when I was but a young lad,"
Sam said as he slipped his arm around me.

"Well of course, she was a founding member 40 years ago wasn't she?"

I started forward and was surprised to find a restraining hand on my ankle.
Lance was gripping it tightly, his head cocked to the side and his eyes looking
up at me. He just looked at me, My fury evaporated at his look. I stroked his
head and turned to Victoria.

"My dear, once again experience pays off well. Meet Lance, he came to me
because of my reputation." Lance sat at my heels, staring at the floor and
refused to kiss her feet. Victoria raised her hand to him and I caught it
saying quietly,

"I wouldn't. I would have to take that as a personal insult and I would
consider it an assault on my property and that would be a violation of club
rules and you would be out on your ass. He is an astute judge of character,
perhaps he knows a real Domme when he sees one." She gasped and I sauntered
off. Sam caught up with me after escaping her to rant on what a bitch I was.

"You know you could be nicer. She is just intimidated by you and strikes back
anyway she knows how."

"Ah bullshit Sam, she is a bitch who has no manners and no right to call
herself a Domme. She has no training, no discipline and no respect for anyone.
Just because you want to fuck her, doesn't mean I have to be nice. Your cock is
perfectly capable of rising on it's own. Besides I am 35 years old, she is 25.
That's 10 years not the 40 some she wishes it was and someday I am going to
love watching her be knocked down a peg or two."

"Savannah," Sam's voice cut through my tirade like a knife. "Shut up woman, you
don't have to like her, but for my sake, please, don't provoke her. I want to
get into those leather pants and play for myself."

"You still think you can make her submit? I am telling you, she won't and if
she ever did it would be a horrible night!"

Sam looked at me, his brown eyes twinkling,

"Savannah, I love you, but you won't have me, so allow me this one little
thing. I want to tame the shrew."

I looked at him, a smile quirking my lips. I stood on tiptoe and kissed his
cheek, took his hand and we walked to our table together. Lance sat at the edge
of the booth on the floor, while Sam and I took in the scene. There were Dom/
mes everywhere along with their submissives. The subs for the most part were a
well-behaved bunch. There was the rare one that acted up and got their
punishment, but I figured it was because they desired the humiliation in front
of people at that club.

Diana came and sat down with us, her long blonde hair trailing over the seat.
Her platinum locks were straight and fine. I loved playing with her hair. Lance
openly gawked at her. I nudged him with my foot and told him to go say hello.
He went to her and bowed low over her feet, taking his time kissing her boots.

"Well, hello," She drawled "Who is this?"

"This is Lance."

She eyeballed his body,

"Charmed I am sure. Where ever did you find him?" I explained the circumstances
surrounding our relationship and she smiled very sweetly.

"Well dear, it sounds as though we should go to this house and offer our
services to those poor misguided boys. We should let Lance here show them what
they are missing." Lance looked up startled at her words and scuttled back to
my side. I chucked,

"Dianah, please, he doesn't know you are teasing."

"But Dahlin, I'm not at all. We should get a few of our friends together and go
visit this fine education establishment. I am sure that these boys have no
concept of what they are missing."

I glanced over at Sam and he smiled shaking his head.

"I wouldn't go with more than three of you. It could be way too intimidating. I
wouldn't take him with you either. He has too much to loose, but as for going,
you might gain a couple more subs."

I nodded as the thoughts whirled in my head. I rested my hand on Lance's silky
head. I idly played with his hair as I looked around the club. Lance was still
sitting next to me, his eyes scanning the room, searching the area for
something only he knew.

Suddenly Dianah squealed like a schoolgirl, which caused many heads in the
surrounding area to turn in our direction. She stood up and rushed to an
incredibly beautiful woman with short, spiky, coal-black hair, threw her arms
around her and laid one of the best kisses I had ever seen on her. Sam grinned
and I nudged him and said,

"Get into her pants instead, Sam, and you can come over to my house and put on
a demonstration." Sam eyeballed the short skimpy skirt Dianah was wearing and
the tops of her stockings and sighed.

"Nope, she'd break my balls and my heart, in that order. She is a sight to
behold though isn't she?"

"Umhmm" I said while watching the dark haired stranger.

"Savannah, come here!" I strolled over to where Dianah was hanging on to the
stunning woman. "Savannah, this is Lee. I met her while I was in New York. I am
so pleased she decided to come visit!" I stuck out my hand,

"Hello," I said.

"Hello," Lee replied. We held each other's hands for a second longer than
necessary, searching each other's eyes. Dianah chattered inanely in the
background. I swung my head in her direction smiled and nodded. When we
released the clasp, my hand felt cold.

"Lance, come here and greet Mistress Lee." He padded over, bent low over her
thigh high leather boots and placed a lingering kiss on each toe. She squatted
down with him, handled his face as though he were a dog and rubbed his head.

"He is beautiful, where did you get him?"

I chuckled and explained again how Lance and come to me. Dianah couldn't resist
and suggested the visit to the frat house again. I had considered it and
decided that we would. I wasn't too sure what do to with Lance; he was loath to
be separated from me and showed his distress by crowding my legs. I rested my
hand on his head and the three of us discussed our plan. We strolled back to
the table and I asked Sam to watch over Lance for me while we went to the
house. Lance told us that there was a meeting at the house tonight, members and
girlfriends only, which caused wide grins all around. He was not attending
because he told them he was going home for the weekend.

Lee, Dianah and I piled into Dianah's mustang. We drove to the college and on
the way decided on our plan of action. I would approach the door and just walk
in with the two of them behind us. Dianah had extra accessories in the back of
her car. I chose a flogger that was tipped in little sharp studs. Lee chose a
long leather whip with ticklers on the ends and Dianah claimed quirts. The
three of us had paddles hanging from our waist as a matter of habit and we were
all dressed in various forms of sexy clothing. Dianah had on a very short skirt
along with a soft silk top. I was in a long leather dress with a slit all the
way up the side right to my hipbone. Lee was wearing thigh high boots and tight
little leather shorts, which she offset with a bustier and a leather biker
jacket.

We finally pulled up in front of the frat house. I knocked on the door and
strolled right in. Sitting around on the couches a very sedate party seemed to
be going on. There was quiet music and glasses of wine in everyone's hand.
Every head turned in our direction. The boys gaped and the women looked
insulted. I walked over to the president of the local chapter and looked him in
the eye. My position changed subtlety. He sat in front of me, legs spread eyes
shining.

"Can I help you?"

"Well I should hope so, I am looking for the little fuck that broke into my
house and stole one of my whips."

"Excuse me? Someone broke into your house? Stole something from you? I am sorry
we don't know anything about that."

I smiled thinly.

"Really, well now, I have it on good authority that it was someone here, in
this house, on a dare by its illustrious leader, which is believe would be you,
Roger." His eyes flew open a little wider at the sound of his name.

"Ma'am, really," I ran the cat slowly over his legs, letting it caress him
through his jeans. "I don't know where you get your information, but I can
assure you we have nothing of yours and I certainly would never give someone a
dare to break into someone else's house."

"Well, really? Let me describe my whip for you. Long black handle." I ran my
hands up and down on the handle of the flogger I was carrying; his eyes
followed my hand. "It had long braided leather floggs, kind of like this one,
only it had my name inscribed onto a gold plate on the handle. Are you sure you
haven't seen it?"

His face had taken on a flushed look and he glanced around the room at his
brothers. Then at the young, (very young, very indignant), lady sitting next to
him and replied,

"Well now, I personally haven't seen it, but I would be happy to escort you
around if you would like so you may see for yourself. I would hate to see such
a," he paused for a second, "a useful tool go to waste." I nodded shortly but
did not move and I forced him to stand up after moving his legs away from mine,
effectively putting distance between himself and the girl sitting next to him.
While he stood waiting at the foot of the stairs, I walked around the room and
judged the flickers in the eyes of the young men standing and sitting around.

"I know it's here somewhere, I could call the cops and stay here to make sure
it doesn't get moved. They'll come with a search warrant and it wouldn't go
well for the person who has it in their room. Or you let me find it and punish
the person who has it. Deal?"

"Deal."

"You, you will come with us." I pointed to a young man with very short blonde
hair. From what Lance had told me he spent a lot of time at BDSM sites on the
Internet. I continued my walk; there was a very handsome black man in the
corner. He was on the bulky side, but the line of his jaw was strong and his
smooth and his dark eyes full of interest drew me. I did not recognize him from
any description Lance gave, but chose him instead because he pleased me.

"You as well. Yes, you, come on, I don't have all night." He moved slowly
towards me. Once I had the two men, I proceeded to follow Roger up the stairs
with the men between me and Lee and Dianah. We proceeded up the stairs slowly
and I turned around and surveyed the room.

"Don't worry, we'll be back in a minute." I turned and continued up the stairs
watching Roger's ass sway in front of me. I shook my head a bit and continued
into the room. I heard a yelp from the blond kid as Dianah sped him up with a
hit from the quirt. I smiled softly watching him rub his ass where she slashed
it against his jeans. Lee was leading the black kid with her hand holding onto
his balls. She already had her hand inside his jeans. His face was one of
rapture, he appeared to be trembling and shaking. I made a mental note that she
was good.

The first door was a bathroom, there was nothing. Of course I already knew
where the whip was, Lance had told me. I just didn't know which room I would
find it in. I looked around and opened each closet. Lance had told me it was
hanging in Roger's closet he just hadn't told me which room was Rogers.

We continued down the hall and I checked the closets and drawers in all of
them. We had gotten to the last room. I strolled in and Roger stood in front of
the closet watching me walk around the room. He leaned against the door
watching me. I waved Lee and Dianah out of the room; they left taking the wimps
with them. I approached him and surrounded him with my arms.

"I want to look in that closet Roger, move."

"You haven't found it yet, what makes you think you will now?"

"I know it's here somewhere, and I think that since you are putting up a fuss
now it's in there. Move."

He graciously stepped aside. I glanced inside the closet and almost missed it
hanging by the back wall. I pulled it out, and showed it to Roger. His
breathing was accelerated and he was flushed. The front of his jeans revealed a
hard on. I smiled as I approached him. I gripped his balls and said very
quietly,

"Whose room is this?"

"I don't know."

"Bullshit! Lee, bring your boy in here." She led him in. "Whose room is this?"

"His." He nodded at Roger. I smiled and clamped down on his balls, digging my
nails in. Roger screamed loudly. I easily backhanded him with my other hand. He
started sobbing.

"You lied to me?" He flinched as I dug in more. "You thought you could play
games with a Dominatrix? You little piece of shit." I released his balls and he
fell into the floor. Dianah came in herding her toy in front of her.

"Strip." He looked at me and shook his head. I aimed a kick at his ass and
connected solidly with his tailbone. " I said 'strip!'" Roger slowly stood up
and started removing his clothes. The other two watched on in fascination,
their hard-ons evident. When he was completely nude I had him spread his legs
and place his hands on his dresser, with his back to me. I used the flogger I
had given Lance. I hit him 4 whole times before he was begging.

"Wimp. Look how hard that little penis of yours is. How can you find that in
the morning to take a piss?" He said nothing, just hung his head. I walked over
to the black guy, "What is your name?"

"Jamal."

"Jamal, I am not done with Roger yet, but I have a question for you, are you
horney?" He nodded slowly. "Well since Roger's little cock is useless to use
for fucking, I suppose I need him to use his mouth. Would you like him to use
it on you?" Again that nod. I walked over to Roger,

"You heard me, suck it, suck him off."

"No."

"Ok, I'll just have to beat you some more, turn around, I want to get that cock
and your balls. That is if I can see them well enough to hit them."

"No, God, please, no. I'll do it I'll do it."

I watched as he freed Jamal's cock and started to suck him. I nodded and walked
over to the blonde kid named David and stroked the front of his jeans. He
cringed and flinched away. I asked him the same questions I had asked Jamal.

"Are you horny?" At first he shook his head till I clasped his balls in my
hand. He moaned and as I applied pressure he suddenly stiffened and came,
spewing white semen over the rug. I looked at him and pointed to the floor
where I had him lick it up. Long about the time he finished, (not with out a
bit of prodding), Roger had sucked Jamal off.

I stood the three of them in front of the three of us. I expect nothing else
from the three of you. I slipped a card into each of their pockets, one on
Roger's dresser and strode out of the room. When the three of us walked into
the living room, I smiled, and waved the whip as we strode out of the house.

We got back into the car and the other two started to laugh as we drove away.

"So Savannah, do you think they will call?"

"Don't know, don't care, I would have fun breaking Roger, but other than that,
not important. You guys want them if they do?" Both women nodded and I waved my
hand, "If they call they are all yours."

We drove for a few minutes in silence. Both women contemplating their feelings
about what we had just done. It had been dangerous, especially if the men in
the house had ganged up on us. But seeing as we were Dommes, and used to
bending people to what we wanted and the whole group was so stunned that they
allowed us to manipulate the situation.

We pulled into the club tossed the various toys back in the trunk and I walked
in carrying the whip. What I saw stopped me cold. My stomach flipped and my
hands clenched. Sam was at the table, sleeping from all appearances, and Lance,
my beautiful boy, was strapped to an X being beaten by the bitch. He was
crying, screaming into a gag. His back, ass and legs were a mess of raised
welts. The Bitch raised her arm again.

"VICTORIA! Drop that fucking whip!" Victoria turned, her face was a mask of
viciousness. She looped the whip above her head once, twice, three times I
could hear it cut the air, and the long bull whip could cause a lot of damage.
I didn't think, I grabbed a glass from the table next to me and threw it
through the air, hitting her on the temple. She dropped like a stone.

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