"Barring All Injuries" a bondage bar

[Chuckdom19]

"Barring Any Injuries"
A very special bar.

It seemed to me as though this town would be a good place to start a new bar. There was lots of money coming in from the planned new Spaceport being built on the old Strategic Air Command base, both construction workers and military. The city is growing pretty well in the westerly direction, but most of the established business is in the older, 72nd Street neighborhood. The 300 block seemed a good start; lots of restaurants and clubs around. We'd have a small kitchen for appetizers and pizza and such, but no fancy menu. The guys here before me had one of those, and died a prolonged death. It might have been at the hands of their investors; they lost a lot of cash trying to keep it afloat. I took over the shell of a building with a kitchen and little else.

The town was changing, so I felt it might be a place for something a little cutting-edge. The contractor who was remodeling for me looked at the architect, who looked at me, with the same "you've got to be kidding" glance. "Just follow the plans, gentlemen, and remember, the bonus is for beating the completion date. And the penalties start the next day." I've been dealing with contractors since I've been in short pants, it seems; the universal language of 'money' always talks louder than words.

Okay, I know. 'Where did the money come from for this kind of place?’ Everyone asks me the same question. Some of it was from my former mother-in-law, a world traveler before she married the father-in-law who was a retailer and tighter than a horse's asshole in fly season. When she finally stopped bugging the wife and me, i.e. 'went to her reward', I decided to take what she left us and do something that would shock and disgust all the rest of the relatives. And at the same time fill a niche here that was untouched by anyone else in town. If the MIL was imitating a hamster wheel in her coffin, so much the better. The only sad thing was that she took my wife with her when she missed that curve.

The first problem came with the building inspector, of course. He noticed what the blueprints called "decorative fixtures" actually were working models of the various items required. I looked blankly at him and said, "Does it really matter? A little realism helps sell a place like this." He shook his head and we sat to discuss it. $15,000 later, we were approved. Similar transactions with the police and liquor folks, along with a sincere promise to have bouncers who really COULD, and an iron-clad guarantee against any growth in the local DUI problem solved the problems. None of them saw the extension to the basement behind the storage bins; after all, I DID want to open. And the mayor, who stated he would be a regular, told me that was the way to go. It didn’t hurt that the local Don was an old friend of the family either.

Fire inspection was a bit of a hassle, but having gone through full consultation with a major company on it won him over. As did my barmaid, helping him explore the darker corners of the basement when I was 'too busy'. She, um, 'handled' matters well. The day before we opened, Hizzonor the mayor Jim Smith himself graced our premises with his presence. I took him through ALL the facility, and he was impressed. Astrid the barmaid assisted him in trying out some of the lighter-duty equipment, and before we knew it, she was down on her knees in rather an unusual way, 'worshiping' the slimy politico's manhood. Being party-head (you’ll excuse the inadvertent pun) in a one-party town gave him the pull to assure the inspectors would not bother us as long as we kept the place running clean, and guarantees of regular contributions to the 'Widows and Orphans Fund" made sure I had a little control over the matter. That and the lovely video, in gorgeous HD living color stereo, of him getting his hummer that morning was the little extra insurance I wanted. (A while later, he tried to squeeze me for cumshaw above and beyond the agreement: a visit to his office with a DVD of several events where his face was awfully (and appropriately) red encouraged him to not get greedy. He got an annual increase on the amount, linked with inflation rates for goodness sake. But that's a much longer story, for another time.)

Opening day was interesting. All day we had folks wandering in to find out what kind of business "Barring Any Injuries" was. They saw the very classy, low-key exterior and plush landscaping; I believe they were under the impression it was a fine dining restaurant. Once they saw the "decorative fixtures", their minds were changed and most beat a hasty retreat. But some were more curious, and stayed for a drink at least. Some caught on right away, and decided that those private booths with curtains were a nice idea. We also had quite a few invited guests for that first night. As hard as it was to acquire a mailing list, I had managed to contact every member of all the local BDSM and D/s groups (within about 100 miles, anyway); folks with an avowed interest in my kind of place. There were lots of leather and rubber folks too, and they were informed of the large dressing rooms just inside the front doors, which would allow them to get into whatever kind of dress they wished. As it was a private business, they were told, they could dress however they wished. And with their areas of interest, I knew that an open dress policy, the auditorium, the playrooms, and most of all the privacy due to the soundproofing and sound deadening would be features that would draw them in. Business 'upstairs' would just be the gravy on the mashed potatoes, so to speak.

I expected about a hundred guests the first day; it turned out to be a thousand plus. Most would never know about the specialty rooms downstairs, or the staff artists who worked upstairs, either. To assure our capability to stay in business, we had a 'private entry' for the VIP's like the Chief of Police, the Mayor, and the local Archbishop. We employed lots of pretty people up there to meet their needs and desires. Those personally delivered, free passes for local bigwigs really helped us stay heads-up in the business.

The one screw-up on opening day was one I should have expected, I suppose. There was so much activity on all three public and semi-public floors of the club that I didn't have enough security to watch the cameras. A couple careful hires later in the week made sure that clientele would be safe and anonymous, and that my staff had about 4-second response time if they cried 'Hey, Rube!" Fortunately, the involved artiste managed to escape to the staff-only third floor (which officially does not exist, at least on plans anyone has seen...) and was allowed a small nervous breakdown before getting back to work.

Grand openings are a pain in the ass. I've done too many, and worked too damn hard on every one. This one was different, but not enough to make it easy. I had overstaffed to make sure we were covered (and a good thing, too, as I mentioned above). My job was making with the glad-hand with everyone walking in, and dealing with shocked little old ladies as well as folks in leather and lace.

There are lots of interesting people who patronize "B.A.I."; we'll introduce them as we tell our stories. These are our "house" characters. You'll see them participating in the tales to be told:

First there’s me, of course. I’m Chuck Phillips, 50-ish, graying at the temples. I’ve got thirty years in business operations, but this is my first time in this town. I’m open for the occasional playtime, but with staff, mostly.

Next would be Chief Bartender Jim Schultz, 28, powerfully built, dark hair and eyes, with a mysterious air about him. He is interested in the ladies, and they in him.

Head Bouncer is Lance Fitz, who is well over 21. He is a man mountain, perhaps 6'8" or so, about 400 pounds. He is a former Olympic wrestler, and could be defined as “death on two feet.” He can be gentle as needed, but won't take no for an answer. He is the stereotypical person of few words.

Dining Room Manager Grace Holbeck is next; she's barely on the sunny side of 40, but looks 25. She is professional at keeping the service fast and outstanding. The crop she carries helps a lot. When she calls a serve into the office to discuss a concern, Kleenex are not just for emotions.

Astrid Murphy, barmaid extraordinaire. She makes drinks, washes dishes, waits tables, and works a room upstairs (as needed). Sometimes she participates in the occasional show downstairs. She is 23, blonde, blue-eyed, full-figured and sensuous as they come. And she does, frequently.

"Mom" no last name. She is head of security for the establishment. Looks like a grandma, knows four of the martial arts along with dockside and kill-quick fighting. Weight? Maybe 135 and can lift me over her head. She takes care of "our kids" with an eye on safety first, then customer satisfaction. It is amazing to many, but she can read the guests with a great degree of accuracy; none of our people have ever been hurt. A few soon-to-be-former customers were, though.

"Tom Torquemada" or so he was known. In charge of facilities downstairs, both obvious and hidden. He is the jack-of-all-trades, head of maintenance, chief stagehand, lighting expert, and equipment usage consultant. And he can rig a scene or wield a mean whip, too.

The Twins, Pat and Dale, run the dressing/costuming rooms. It is rather unclear which is which, or which gender either is. Experts in outfitting for any occasion; they keep a huge variety of costumery in perfect and sanitary state. They are tough as nails about people using safe practices, and are popular with customers, but they can be awfully spooky.

The Doc. She is willowy and red-haired, about 35, I think, and keeps the staff clean and safe with weekly exams and a keen eye. Her office is equipped for almost everything up to major surgery, which she does now and again, to keep in practice. She found out while "in practice" that she was a horny bitch, and needed sex way more often than the fictional characters on "Gray's Anatomy" do. I met her turning tricks in Milwaukee, just to try to feed her jones... hired her on the spot as Doctor and artiste.
She is about the second most popular person upstairs; lots of folks like to play doctor in the office, or in the upstairs 'dungeon'. As long as she gets satisfied, the guests do too.

Well, that's the place. Hope you can find time to visit now and again; we're here to serve. Just find a comfy character and jump in. The more the merrier!

[steelish]

I walked in, wide-eyed. I had heard about this place through the local BDSM's grapevine, but had to see it for myself. Just looking at the "decor" had me breathless, as did the mountain of a man I walked past at the front door. I'm a tall woman myself at 6', but he had towered over me.

I made my way to the bar and introduced myself to the bartender, "Hi, I'm Stella" I said as I asked for a Patron with cranberry. "I'm Jim" he replied as he handed me my drink.

"Well Jim, how is it working in a place like this?" I asked as I turned to survey the room.

"Love it" he chuckled as he wiped the bar.

I grinned back at him and happily watched as various couples milled around in the room and chatted. I was wearing my "Story of O" collar to proclaim my status as a sub. I myself had come in to see if an interesting Dom would partake of me, so I was content to sit at the bar and see if I would be approached.

[Chuckdom19]

A tall beauty strode past me to the bar, walking with best effect on all the males looking on. I'd swear I heard some eyeballs click to attention. Her collar announced her preferences, but nobody would bother her uninvited in THIS place.

One of our regulars, a tall, muscular guy who called himself Norm, removed himself from the conversation group he was part of and headed for the lovely woman. I know he has a taste for fresh meat, and frequently is unsuccessful, though I'm not sure why.

"Good evening! Your first time here?"

[steelish]

I checked out the guy who spoke to me. He was tall, muscular and attractive, but the evil glint in his eyes was a bit frightening. Out of habit and deference for a dominant, I automatically replied to him; "Yes, yes it is. A Dom friend of mine who says he's been coming here told me about it. He's out of town this week, but me and my best friend - she's also a sub - planned to meet up here tonight."

Something about him scared the crap out of me and I turned to the bar to ask for another drink. I was hoping to catch Jim's eye and see if he could give me some kind of visual clue as to what he thought of this guy. Dangerous, don't mess with him kind of clue - or, a smile and nod clue. I was like a fish out of water in here and even though my heart was thundering along and my excitement was building; I didn't want to make a stupid mistake by choosing to "play" with the wrong person.

[Chuckdom19]

An old hand at reading faces, I could see a flash of fear flicker across her face. I hit the communications button in my pocket three quick blips, helping Grace, my Dining Room Manager, catch my eye. I gently inclined my head, and Grace went to the rescue of the lady.

Personally, I already liked her smile... it didn't show up often, but it lit her whole face. Norm could cruise elsewhere.

Grace stopped at our new friend's elbow, and introduced herself. "Hi! I'm Grace, one of the managers here. I couldn't help but hear you mention that this was your first time here: may I show you around our facilities?"

[steelish]

I smiled at Grace in relief. "Yes, I'd love a tour! This place is fascinating." Grace's eyes were warm and kind and I wanted to hug her for the rescue.

Hopping off the barstool, I smiled gently at the man I was escaping from and followed Grace away from the bar. "My name's Stella" I told her as I stepped up to walk beside her.

[Chuckdom19]

Grace put her hand on Stella's, and guided her along the hallway, towards the costuming room.

"Our twin assistants here in 'Costumes' can help you find something perfect and appropriate, or give you a little privacy to change into something you've brought along. And with your cute figure, Stella, there are lots and lots of choices! *grin*

Back beyond here is the boss's office and the elevators to our 'special' rooms, reserved for our 'artistes' and special guests. We've got a special area downstairs for parties and events, some of which you might just enjoy seeing, I think?"

[steelish]

"Oh, I'd love the chance to look over your available 'costumes' and see what strikes my fancy" I said.

"Special rooms?" I asked. "How does one get involved in that? It sounds so interesting and exciting." This place is like a wonderful toy land I thought as I peppered Grace with questions while she showed me around. The more I saw, the more excited I got.

[subserviant]

I could tell by the way the boss looked at Stella ,that he liked what she looked like .It was'nt the first time he had told me to give a good looking young lady the tour ,and this one was wearing a subs collar.
He loved to get pretty subs into his dungeon rooms and I was the perfect person to give the tour.I guess i have the trusting kind of face that people take to.If they only knew .Once into the dungeon I could easly talk them into getting into the harness and summon the boss .Stella was as innocent as a new born even tho she had a collar on ,by the way she asked questions , I knew that she had not been into hard bdsm.The boss and his sweet talking would soon have her as his slave.
I thought back to when I was given the tour and how he had turned me from a self confident young woman into his slave ,begging for his attention and doing what ever he commanded.
I had Stella stand in front of the cross ,laughinly putting the harness on her ,telling her that it felt great.She agreed eagerly , uumm Im going to like this she said.She looked a little worried when I tightned it .I smiled telling her not to worry ,it is all in fun. I kissed her, at witch she smiled wanting more.I pressed the bell telling the boss to come down to look at his latest girl.

[Chuckdom19]

I smiled, inside, when I got the buzz from Grace. She had done her usual trick, no doubt getting that pretty gal in a compromising position downstairs... offering me a taste of her tall beauty.

Finishing up with an employee review I had squeezed into the spare time of the day, I told Jim where i would be and he returned a grin, knowing my tastes. He certainly was aware of what happened; he keeps a close eye on the operation. That's why he has his position.

Before leaving the bar, I grabbed my water bottle from the cooler; I knew I'd be needing a little hydration before I came back upstairs.

I opened the door to the lower dungeon with anticipation of pleasure, and was not disappointed. Grace had gotten Stella relaxed with the idea of trying out equipment, I knew, by stripping down herself and allowing herself to be fastened in... she was in subbie's uniform as I walked in, as was Stella. I gifted Grace with a kiss and a gentle swat on the fanny, then turned to Stella.

Introducing myself, I smiled at the lovely woman, standing almost eye-to-eye with me. Her eyes, in fact, were the first thing which caught my attention... beautiful deep pools of color, promising a rich personality. My eyes ran down her body, taking in the lovely curves, the sweet nipples standing at attention for me, the trimmed stripe proving she was a genuine person and proud of her natural shade.

I tossed the ball conversationally into her court. "You look truly beautiful tied there, Sweet Stella. Where would you like this event to take you?"

[steelish]

I had been having such fun with Grace and glanced up in surprise when the door opened and an older man walked in. He had a smile on his face and the gray at his temples made him look distinguished. As he kissed Grace and gave her a swat on the butt I relaxed.

I was at a distinct disadvantage, being tied up as I was, but didn't feel frightened. After all, I did come her to get tied up I thought to myself.

"You look truly beautiful tied there, Sweet Stella. Where would you like this event to take you?"

Chucks words made me wonder; event? Take me? I answered, "Well Chuck, I had come here hoping to meet someone who might want to be my Dom. I don't quite know how to go about letting people know of my availability. Do you know anyone? My hard limits are no pedophilia, no bestiality, and no scat. I'm pretty open-minded other than that."

I smiled at Chuck as he looked at me with a twinkle in his eye.

[Chuckdom19]

My knee-jerk response was, "smart-ass"! Then I stopped and listened again to what she had said. Some response to it was, "well, DUH", but more was someone crying out to expand her world. And that, truly, was the reason B.A.R. existed, other than the fact that I got to see a lot of sexy women, and I got laid a lot. *ahem* Well, dammit, that is PART of why I built the g.d. place!

But back to matters at hand. "Have you ever experienced a Dominant/submissive event? Or, to be more clear, has anyone ever spanked you, whipped you, caned you, played with your sexy body? In a controlled, friendly environment? With safewords and color-checks?"

"Oh, and Gloria dearest, have you anything pressing? I'd like you here for a while, please, so Stella will feel safer and I'll have an assistant and playmate, of course..."

[steelish]

I felt ashamed at the honest answer I had to give him. "No, no I've never experienced any of it. It's just always been a dream of mine. I want to live the lifestyle, to be someone's play toy" Startled, I realized I was beginning to babble, so I bit the inside of my lip to shut myself up.

Great I thought, now he's going to think I'm some kind of thrill seeker and kick me out of his club. I could feel my face turning red and I sighed a deep breath and looked down at the ground, too ashamed to look him in the eye anymore.

[Chuckdom19]

I paid myself off the small bet I had made inside that this was the exact situation. Been here, seen this. Now she'll be all scared I'll kick her out! Now to heighten the tension, a reverse twist.

"Gloria, release Stella from the harness, while I make a call." I walked a few feet away, turned my back, and called the Doc upstairs. "Jan? Hi. Are you occupied at the moment? Could you step down to the basement, please? Use the back elevator... and let Tom know we might be needing his assistance. Thanks, beautiful!"

I turned back to them, still smiling, waiting.

[steelish]

Great I thought as Gloria release the harness, he's calling the folks to escort me from the building

"Mr. Chuck, sir. I really am interested in the lifestyle. I do want to be a full-time submissive or slave or something. I know I sound naive, but I can learn. Please don't kick me out. You mentioned an event. I would be very interested in attending it." again, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to shut myself up before I made myself sound any more pathetic to the man. I knew I was on the verge of tears and struggled for self control.

[Chuckdom19]

"Chuck is fine for now... we'll see if you need to add a title later." I was pleased with her responses so far; good cause had been shown for hope with her.

The private elevator door at the back of the hall opened, and Tom, our rigger and general equipment upkeep/cleaning/whatever person came out, followed by Jan, our staff Doctor.

Stella seemed surprised at those who had arrived, but seemingly allowed herself to be led to the spanking bench without hesitation.

[steelish]

My heart was racing. I had expected his "henchmen" to arrive and escort me from the premises, but a wiry man and a red-headed woman entered through a door I hadn't noticed. Instead of taking me to the outer door they led me over to a low bench. I thought I knew what the bench was for and I felt a thrill of excitement. I wasn't sure whether I should be scared or not. All I knew was I was getting wet and I felt hot and flushed although none of them had touched me sexually.

[Chuckdom19]

I noted Stella's flushing and apparent lack of fear. A very positive sign.

"Jan, dear, could you please do a cursory exam on our new friend Stella? Just to assure us that she is not under any drug influence or physical concern? And Tom, please rig out the whipping bench for Stella, and if she passes the physical from the Doctor, get her into position. Grace and I will be back shortly."

Looking to Grace, I said, "Dear girl, could you assist me with a problem for a few minutes?" Her knowing grin told me she knew just what kind of problem I had to solve.

[steelish]

"Oh, I'm getting an exam? Is this a ritual all of the establishment's patrons go through? I ask the red-haired woman, as she helps me up on to an examination table. She doesn't answer me and it is my assumption that the reason behind this is to add to the excitement of the place. I lay quietly as she draws blood and then, once my feet are in stirrups, examines my pussy and takes swabs.

After the medical exam, Jan has me step onto the floor and hold out my arms, then bend over and touch my toes. She stands behind me and brings my arms behind my back and touches my elbows together. She then asks me if I can do the splits. When I nod my head, she asks me to demonstrate so I do. After each maneuver, she writes on a tablet of paper. She tests my maneuverability and range of motion in several ways, all the while taking notes.

During all of this, the wiry man 'Tom' took some measurements of my limbs and is now busy with the bench. He has pulled it into the middle of the room and I can see him attaching straps to it in various places. Just seeing him do this has me getting very wet, and I can only guess what might happen.

I am told to stand quietly, and I do so while the doctor and Tom walk to the far side of the room and chat. I can't hear what they're saying, but Jan is looking through a microscope and then looks up at Tom and says something. In a few minutes, they return to me and they both have smiles on their faces. "All clear" says Jan. It is the first time she's spoken to me and I smile at her.

Tom takes my hand and leads me to the bench. He has me kneel on a padded surface and buckles my legs down. Walking to the other side of the bench, he pulls me forward until I am bent over it, and buckles down my arms on the other side, where there is another padded surface for my forearms. A strap is buckled down across my waist, and then he asks me to move as much as I can. I do so, and he walks around and adjusts the bonds. Once again he asks me to move, but now I can't do anything other than move my head. He looks up at Jan and nods.

[Chuckdom19]

Grace and I were shortly out in the hall, and heading for a non-descript, blank door along one wall. The plans showed it as a mop closet.

I opened the door with my master key, and we proceeded down another hall. First door on the left was open, and we entered to find a lovely, small dungeon, built for two.

Closing the door, I lead Grace to the head-and-wrist stocks, adjusting it after she is locked in to bend her over a bit. A handy willow switch is soaking in brine, and will come in handy as I tease her to major excitement.

[steelish]

I am excited by all of this and I can feel my juices running down my thighs in anticipation of things to come. I had talked in depth with my Dom friend about all things BDSM and he and his sub allowed me to watch a couple of their sessions before. It just made me want it all the more. I almost resented his sub, I would have loved to have him for a Dom but he recommended I come here in search of one.

Jan and Tom step away from me and I can hear them move about the room. Tom returns to me and drapes a cloth over my head. The cloth hangs down from the ceiling and pools on the floor below me. I now cannot see behind me. He walks back around the curtain to join Jan, who is behind me. (at least, I am assuming it is Jan)

I feel fingers part my ass cheeks, and a slender object is inserted into my rosebud. I gasp at the intrusion. It is not painful, just unexpected. Suddenly, the object within me starts to get bigger. It stops inflating just as I grunt. I then feel another part of it inflating, the part that is still protruding from my ass is inflating, pinching my asshole between the two large parts. Again, it stops getting larger just as I let out another grunt. I feel it move slightly and then a pressure starts within my bowels. Oh my I think I'm being given an enema! Just as I start cramping up, the pressure eases and I can hear a splashing noise in a container behind me. My face flames red as I realize what is happening. They are now emptying my bowels into a bucket or something. The pressure starts once again, along with the cramping, then the easing, then the splashing. This process is repeated three more times until I hear Jan's voice say, "She's clean"

I feel a light slap on my ass as they deflate and remove the object, and I breath a sigh of relief. Tom re-appears in front of me as I sigh and he chuckles, then leans down and gently kisses my cheek. I can hear a door behind me open and close and I don't know whether someone walked in or someone walked out.

Tom disappears back around the curtain again and everything is silent. I wait, and wait, wondering what is about to happen.

[Chuckdom19]

Pulling myself back together after the lovely interlude with Grace. I'm hoping she enjoyed herself, but it's back to the main room, as by now they'll have our newest friend prepped and ready.

Walking into the main room, I see Tom removing a privacy drape around Stella, and Jan heading out with an enema kit and bucket. It is truly nice to have trained staff!

I bend over and greet Stella once again, asking after her comfort. "Well, other than the, um, 'cleaning-out', I'm very comfortable. I pull over a chair, and sit down so I can face her directly. "I propose to get you a little experience now, dear lady. I'll start with just a hand spanking to warm you up, then we will proceed from there. Some ground rules: you will call out each stroke, and any you miss will be repeated until you call out the number. If you lose count or make a mistake, we will start again. There are various levels of pain; I will ask you for a color about every five minutes. 'Green' means keep going as-is or harder; 'yellow' means keep going, but no more severe; 'red' means stop at once.The Doctor has approved you for participation and given you a clean bill of health. I am going to move behind you now, and begin."

Looking over my target, I rub my hands over her soft, slightly pink bottom. Lifting my right hand, I swing hard and she grunts at the landing, calling out "One". After twenty good strokes, I rub her bottom, soothing her tingling skin. A few minute break and we would proceed to the next level.

[subserviant]

I followed Chuck back to the dungeon,it was slow going as my legs were still cramped from the position the boss had me in.My legs had been pulled straight up and spread to an immposible width ,leaving my private parts exposed.
He began slowly and gently to swat the insides of my thighs ,then to my pussy and ass.I thought so far so good ,maybe I wont get the full treatment this time.Suddenly he swung the switch hard and fast covering my pussy with welts,i couldnt keep still even though i I knew the punishment would be worse if I cried out .
I let a scream out as he swung harder.He smiled when he heard my protests. Knowing I had no limits ,it was part of the agreement when I agreed to be his slave,he began to beat me with a fury that all but consumed him.
The brine commbined with the blows cut welts into my pussy ,he wouldnt do it to my legs as he said the welts shouldnt been seen by any one but him.As the skin broke the brine did its work leaving me in such agony that I wanted to beg him to stop ,but knowing it would only bring more pain ,I struggled to reamin silent .
The boss finally wore out the switch ,throwing it to the side .He stood beside me stroking my burning flesh ,then swatting me with his hand a few times before letting me down .He helped me to my feet ,smiled ,telling me that it would do for now as he wanted to get to know the new girl.I tried to keep up with his fast pace .He turned asking me strenly if I wanted another swiching,if not to keep up.We entered the dungeon were the new slave was .
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[Chuckdom19]

Grace was standing and watching me warm our friend Stella's bottom. She was swaying slightly, shifting her weight from foot-to-foot... and distracting.

"Grace, I want you to have Tom help you pull a bench up directly in front of Stella's face, then lie down on it, spreading your feet wide on the floor on either side of the bench."

"Stella, look closely at Grace's thighs and cunt; she is my sub, and is also a pain slut. She copes with almost anything I chose to do to her, without complaint, as she knows that any noises she makes other than counting and thanking me will increase the level of pain."

"This is not the ONLY type of submissive there is; some are for pleasure, some are for a mixture of pleasure and pain, some are only worth using as toilets. The use *you* will be put to will be determined by your ultimate Dom, and should be loosely agreed to before you submit to him or her. You have only experienced a minor pain application... Grace, here, has gotten much more. I'm being VERY gentle with you as I know you are totally inexperienced, so I'll do something rare; would you like a variety of experiences now, or do you want to choose a single path, or do you want to get up and leave?"

[steelish]

"I definitely don't want to leave" I say in response to Chuck's inquiry. "But I don't know what I am. I don't believe I am a toilet slave, even the thought of being used for a toilet turns me off. I've enjoyed the pain you've given me so far, and who doesn't like pleasure? Maybe I am a combo? How do we find out?"

Again, to my consternation, I find I am babbling. This is something my Dom friend told me I would have to stop once I became someone's sub. "I'm sorry for talking so much Chuck, I mean, um Sir. Shoot, I don't know what to say. Sorry." Shit I think to myself as I am again biting the inside of my cheek to shut myself up. All I knew was I wanted to shout 'GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!' Everything that had been done to me so far had made me want more.

I lifted my head, and within inches of my nose was Grace's pussy and thighs. I wasn't sure why he told Grace to position herself there. I hoped it was so that I could taste of her. I had fooled around with the friend of mine who was supposed to meet me here. She used to be a sex slave before her job required her to relocate. She was hoping to meet a new Dom here. I had discovered that I enjoyed pleasuring females almost as much as I enjoyed sucking cock. My mouth began to water as I looked at her pussy. It looked slick with juices, and I could smell her arousal.

I lay there across the bench, strapped down, drooling from both ends and waited for Chuck's next move.

[Chuckdom19]

"So you think you might be a pleasure slave AND interested in pain as well? Fine then. You may start by pleasuring Grace here... and me, together with a little pain."

Grasping a cat'o'nine from the nearby table, I helped Tom slide Grace's bench closer, so Stella's face was tight into Grace's sweet honey pot. I'd tasted her many times, and knew the treat she was!

"Start eating, then, Stella. I will begin to soften your bottom and back with my well-oiled cat, and fuck your pussy to within an inch of cumming. Your success with Grace will earn you a cum, failure will bring you retied on your back with Grace astride you, and more lashes on your front."

I began to stroke, softly at first, as I fed my hardness into Stella's warm cave. She surprised me yet again, in that she was nearly virginally tight. The next testing of Stella was on.

[steelish]

My eyes lit up as I saw Grace's pussy getting closer and closer, until my face was buried in the vee of her legs. MMmmmmm, I was in heaven. As her pussy was shoved up against me, I stuck my tongue out and slid it right in. I wanted to taste her before I started on her clit.

I realized Chuck was still talking to me and strained to hear what he was saying; "–with my well-oiled cat, and fuck your pussy to within an inch of cumming. Your success with Grace will earn you a cum, failure will bring you retied on your back with Grace astride you, and more lashes on your front."

I smiled into Grace's pussy and began my attentions anew. I barely felt the soft strokes of the whip, but when he started to push his cock into me, I groaned into Grace's crotch. It was heavenly to be caught between the softness and the hardness, with the cat licking my backside. I had dreamed of this many times, and wanted my Dom friend to arrange it with any of the other Doms he knew; but he always chuckled at me and said it was up to the Dom who trained me to do it.

The most difficult thing for me now was to keep from cumming. The smell of the pussy in my face along with the feeling of my tongue gliding over her soft folds combined with the stroking of the hard cock within me and the licking of the cat quickly had me to the edge. I concentrated as hard as I could on Grace, sucking her clit into my mouth and rolling my tongue around the little nub of hardness. I could feel her thigh muscles trembling and I knew what I was doing felt good to her.

Again, I stroked my tongue within her, tasting her as I used my nose to rub her clit. I alternated back and forth, sucking her clit, flicking it with my tongue and then lapping her pussy like a thirsty dog drinking her nectar. She was starting to roll her hips around on the bench and I was struggling to keep up with her. The cock was continuing to slide slowly in and out of me, stroking the walls of my canal. Knowing that Grace was so close to cumming combined with the other sensations once again had me to the edge. I groaned deeply, trying to hold back my own orgasm. I knew that I might be able to hold back if Grace came, but if that cock within me erupted, I too was going to go explode.

I sucked Grace's clit within my mouth again and remembering that Chuck told me she was a pain slut, I bit gently on it, scraping my teeth against it. That was all it took. Grace's hips jumped off the bench and she grabbed my hair and ground into me as she cried out and came into my mouth. It was indeed nectar. Her release was sweet as it slid down my throat.

As Grace flopped back and let me go, I cried out, "Please sir, if you don't stop I will cum. I can't stop it. I'm trying, but your cock and the whip - I just can't stop. Pleeeeeaaassee!" I was clamping down with my pussy, as if I could hold it back that way. I was at the pinnacle, floating along the edge. If he didn't stop fucking me, or if the cat hit me extra hard, I was going to cum no matter what. There wasn't anything I would be able to do to stop it, and my fear was that he would think me unworthy and caste me aside.

Chuck surprised me. He struck me hard three times in succession then tossed the whip aside. He grabbed my hips and started slamming his cock into me, making the wooden bench I was strapped to creak in protest. The hard strikes from the whip tossed me over the edge. I was tumbling down, seeing stars. My body was nothing more than a grasping pussy, spasming around Chuck's pounding cock. I was wailing in relief at the explosion, my face still damp from Grace and my hair bunched up from where she used it as handles. I'm sure I looked a sight, but at that moment, I didn't care.

[Chuckdom19]

I flopped down on a chair, exhausted from the whipping and the cum. This girl had a tight cunt, that gripped and milked... and had proven that she had self control in spite of outside distractions. She pleased me, and led me to my next thought for a trial. But first, a break.

"Tom!" I called out. "Free Stella, please, then clean and sanitize the whips and such as usual. Then you may wish to come up to the third floor." Our third floor was the residential area for the artistes, other staff if they wished, and, of course, me. My office was up there, as was security. Access to the floor, by elevator or stairs, was strictly controlled by fingerprint and retinal scan. I had meant for it to be private and safe, and it was. The third floor did not show up on filed architectural plans with the city, nor did it show from outside, even to helicopters. Pulling myself together, I caught the Doctor's eye (who had watched the proceedings with interest) and motioned her to join us. Taking Grace's hand, I helped her up and the four of us, me and The Three Graces, boarded the private lift at the back of the hall.

With four of us in the car, it would not budge until at least two of us passed the scan and print test. Doc and I checked through, and we exited on the third floor. I was surprised that Stella had not balked at leaving her clothes behind; of course Tom will bring them up when he joins us.

Leaving the elevator, I told Grace, "Please help Stella clean up and such, and the two of you join us in the lounge when you finish. 15 minutes maximum, ladies!" I watched the lovely show as they walked down to a guest room.

"Doc, lets relax a bit with lunch, then I want you to put your Domme hat on for a while and provide our new friend with a little stimulation, while the rest of our staff (whoever is free) comes to watch and participate, if you choose. Sound like fun?" She nodded with a grin I knew so well, and we went to the lounge.

[steelish]

Sated from my orgasm, I was in a fog while Tom released me from my bonds. I could feel the wetness on my thighs as I shakily stood up.

Grace and I accompanied Chuck and Jan into the service elevator at the back of the room. I watched as Chuck and Jan had their fingerprints and eyes scanned. The elevator rose upward. When it stopped, Chuck and Jan got out and directed Grace and I to go clean up. Grace took my hand and led me down the hall to a palatial suite that had an enormous bathroom in it. We scrubbed ourselves clean in the large walk-in shower.

I said "Oh my" and pointed to the built-in enema system.

Grace gave me a wicked grin. "Convenient, isn't it?"

"They don't expect..." I started.

"No, you've been cleaned already!" Grace laughed. "Come on, let's finish getting ready and go to the lounge."

We dried off and styled each other's hair. It felt almost like a "girls night out" as we sat side by side in the vanity mirror and applied makeup. I took great pains to make sure I looked my best. Grace led me to the large walk in closet and there were racks and racks of stilettos in every size, color and style you could imagine. I chose a 4" pair of open-toed cuffed heels that had little padlocks instead of buckles.

We had fun sashaying down the hall to the lounge. Grace gave me that wicked grin again and said, "Brace yourself" before she pushed open the door.

[Chuckdom19]

By the time the ladies rejoined us, the Doctor and I had gathered about 20 of our staff in the lounge. Fred, the staff gofer, had laid out a nice buffet and selection of drinks.

Fred was interesting: he served here without pay, a long-time customer of one of our Dommes who was given the chance to serve her full time once he retired. That came early; he was the relative of some guy named "Buffett", I think, and had lots and lots of money. Mistress Frannie allowed Fred the boon, and he was limited in costume to wearing a pair of house-slippers and wrist-and-ankle cuffs. Being that he was 5'5" tall and only weighed about 120 pounds, he looked rather silly, she thought. It didn't seem to bother Fred much; he served as kitchen slave, cleaned all the artistes' rooms, helped clean the second floor between customers, and in general took care of a bunch of details which otherwise would have fallen through the cracks.

Our staff always welcomed kindred spirits, folks who were not judgmental or critical of other lifestyles. This was appropriate, as we had just about every lifestyle that existed. Some were dominant, some submissive, some switch, some just neutral. We had guys, gals, and a couple who we were not certain about. Those who had gathered for the welcome party were a blend of all, wearing what they happened to be wearing at the moment.

Stella and Grace entered the lounge, and I introduced them to the crowd. Grace took to her knees at once, adopting "kneeling present" position; after a second or two, Stella followed suit. I was pleased to see that she had taken the time to do her hair and makeup carefully, and, again, was not self-conscious about her nudity in a room full of more-or-less clothed people. Her erect nipples and the drop of nectar dripping from her carefully waxed cunt-lips proved she was excited. I touched Grace's head which told her to rise, and took both women's hands to help them to vertical.

"Grace, join the family and enjoy your meal. Stella, come with me." I took her to my chair, and sat down. "Get me a selection of the buffet, a glass of wine to match your selections, and return."