Marsha was in the kitchen when Andy walked through the back door, the chain from her collar snaked across the floor and out into the garden.

“It was getting chilly.”

Andy nodded, picked up the chain and pulled her back outside. He looped the chain around the anchor again the re-fixed the padlock to shorten it.

“I’m going to shower.”

He closed the door behind him, leaving Marsha naked in the evening breeze. As he closed the door, she could feel her nipples harden. Spreading her legs a little she felt the moisture between her legs cool.

Two minutes later Andy reappeared, naked and warm. He unlocked the chain and pulled her body against his so they both relished the contrast in skin temperature. Marsha said nothing, letting herself feel as though she was melting into his arms, hoping that was his plan.

Andy slowly turned their bodies, keeping skin contact but nudging Marsha’s foot backwards, turning the hug into a waltz, slow dancing through the door and into the house.

“This is your idea of domination?”

“No, it’s my idea of receiving your submission and me surprising you.”

“You’ve been thinking about this.”

“Seems like I have to. The domination thing was spooking me. I don’t see myself ordering Candy around...”

“So?”

“I started to see it the other way around, it’s the submission that matters. I can see that something must be done to keep that in place but it doesn’t have to be some crazy macho thing.”

“Go on, you’ve got me curious now.”

“Keeping you naked tonight was easy. I could lock up all of Candy’s clothes but it could be more sophisticated than that; like a costume for a particular day.”

“Like me now.”

“Exactly. All sorts of possibilities. Days with no underwear, days in bondage, days with Ben Wa balls. Many ways of making her feel controlled and submissive.”

“What about all the sucking and fucking?”

“I’m working on that...” He paused for a second and then another.

“Keep going.”

“I thought I might pick up some ideas from Mistress.”

“So you’re going?”

“I think so — unless I chicken out when I get there.”

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Andy rang the doorbell exactly on time. The door opened with precision. Andy had cleared his work, not difficult given that he was the major shareholder and he had visited the hospital.

Candy was making progress but beginning to mobilise her had revealed some new problems. Her weeks unconscious and then on the ventilator had left her with wasted muscles and once she was on her feet other details emerged. She had broken bones and damaged ligaments in both feet, crushed twisted into the footwell of the car. Such things had mattered little when no one knew if she would live.

The fractures were noted when she came in but there were more important things back then — making sure she lived. That afternoon they had agreed that some minor surgery was necessary to get the breaks in her feet to set at the right angles. If she had been up and well, she could have had the procedures done and gone home afterwards. In her weak state, they planned to do the surgery and continue building her strength in hospital.

Andy didn’t know whether to be dismayed at the setback or pleased that two more weeks in the hospital gave him longer to learn and plan.

All this was running around in his head as he stood in the hallway... waiting. What would Candy think if she knew?

He had vacillated about whether to tell Candy about Mistress? Marsha knew, so did he have to tell Candy? Marsha could keep a secret. It would serve Candy right, she’d kept Marsha secret... Secrets were a bad idea, but if she knew... if she knew Candy would want to come to Mistress. Did that make sense? Would Mistress want her?

By the time he got to the hospital, he had decided the secret was part of his planning and he’d already had Candy agree, well sort of agree, not raise any objections anyway, to the idea that she shouldn’t know his plans.

He was still feeling some guilt, for not telling Candy, when he was standing in Mistress’s hall. A metallic, robotic voice broke into his internal debate.

“Remove all your clothes and put them in locker one. We code the lock to your name. Return to the centre of the hall and wait, hands behind your back at all times.” He did as he was told.

After standing naked, hands behind his back for two minutes the door behind him opened. A waft of perfume and a quiet footstep tempted him to turn around, but he resisted.

The footsteps retreated. Minutes later the door opened again, this time the steps came closer. He felt breath on his neck and then a whisper.

“Your collar.”

Whatever it was he had no idea, leather perhaps, cool but not cold enough to be metal. He couldn’t see it, somehow whoever was behind him had hidden the collar under his chin as she — it had to be a female — wrapped it around his neck.

A kiss on the back of his neck distracted him at the same time that cuffs were applied to his wrists and locked together. The feeling of anticipation was almost overwhelming but what happened turned out to be a very different experience. Nothing happened.

More exactly, a very active nothing. The perfumed breath behind him disappeared and was replaced by silence. With no way to keep track of the time, he stood alone, curious, reflecting.

He heard a door open behind him again and then the sound of heels on the hard floor. Two women, quiet voices. It was impossible to make out the words; was it a foreign language or were they talking gibberish, almost like a theatrical crowd saying 'rhubarb, rhubarb' to make background noise.

The two women swept past him, one on either side, not breaking stride with never a backward glance once they had passed him. A few more seconds and they left. The last sounds they made were clear words.

“This evening?”

“Yeah, should be fun.”

Then they were gone. Andy had never felt so small. They did nothing to humiliate him they just didn’t pay any attention at all to a naked cuffed and collared man standing in the middle of the room. He might as well be furniture for all they cared.

How did it make him feel? Trying to clear his mind and process what he might learn was difficult. His head was full of the perfume lingering in the air after the two women strolled by. The image of their walk was hard to dismiss. They were dressed to be sexy, no question, dresses hugging their figures, the heels, the slinking walk. They were tempting him weren’t they, teasing anyway and they must have known what they were doing.

He was still ruminating when another woman appeared, coming through the door the two women had closed. This woman was naked, cuffed and collared too but her hands were free, and she was pushing a small trolley.

“You must be thirsty,” she said. “Mistress has sent you a drink and a little food. I am to feed you and prepare you.”

She parked the trolley next to him and one by one fed him a meal of cocktail delicacies. When the plate was cleared, she picked up a glass and held it up to his lips.

“Drink,” she said. He drank. When the glass was empty, she picked up a leash from the tray and clipped it to his collar. There was one other item on the trolley, a silver butt plug with a jewelled base.

“This way,” she said, pushing the trolley with one hand and taking his leash in the other. They turned towards a third door and in a few steps, Andy found himself in a bathroom.

“Have you ever had an enema?”

“No.”

“Oh well,” the girl said, “there’s a first time for everything.”

“I’ve seen it done,” Andy hesitated, “my wife used to do it.”

“So you could use her arse?”

“Um, no... before she, um... went out.” I should have kept quiet he thought.

“Well done,” the girl said. “Brave of you to tell me.”

“Did you know?”

“About her adventures, yes. Mistress explained why you’re here” She reached down and took his cock in her hand, stroking it gently before she kissed him. “It was brave of you to say.” She let him go and opened a drawer in the cabinet on the wall. “You’ll probably recognise this kit,” she giggled. “So you know what goes where.”

“Does this mean...?”

“That you will get your arse fucked. Maybe, who knows? It’s not for me to say, but you’ll be ready for anything. That’s the point, isn’t it?”

The inevitable wait for the enema to do whatever it did gave Andy time to think. How would Candy respond to what he was being put through? Images of Candy naked having an enema or naked and being ignored flashed through his mind. What audience could he create that would ignore Candy? Difficult.

The point was having things done to her and not having a choice. He had a choice. He could say he’d had enough and leave... and if he did that he’d learn nothing else. So... maybe having a reward dangled could be part of the scene. What would reward Candy?

Did their old game have a reward? Maybe it did. The reward was the spanking, the forgiveness, and knowing I loved her. A wild night being everything she should not be, drowning in guilt and then punishment, forgiveness and love.

Standing there naked waiting for the enema to work, everything he knew about Candy’s adventures turned on its head. If forgiveness was the buzz, how could he create that if he was the one dominating her? There would be no guilt for her, no need for forgiveness. Could enslavement and humiliation do the same thing if love rewarded it? Could he turn everything on its head and make enslavement the reward for love?

The slave who had led him into the bathroom made him empty the enema, showered him, washed him all over, plugged his butt, replaced the collar and cuffs and led him back to the hall, leaving him standing naked once again.

Ten minutes later Mistress appeared.

“Andy, I’m so glad you came. You have justified my faith. I was sure you would come, so I organised a special evening for you. Perhaps Marsha has told you about my Fridays? Come with me.”

She reached for the clip that attached the leash to his collar and undid it.

“This way.”

Andy followed her into the room that Marsha and he had first met Mistress. this time the throne was missing.

“You remember the cupboard where I stored one of my slaves last time. I noted the anxiety on your face as you saw the spikes. I expect Marsha reassured you but I thought you might want to be sure.”
 
Mistress opened the door, placed her hands on Andy’s shoulders and gently pushed him back against the spikes. Andy tensed as he first felt them but Marsha was right, the spikes were rubber. He could feel them, but it was localised pressure not stabbing pain. Andy relaxed.

“You will be a special guest this evening. I hope you enjoyed your drink earlier. It’s only fair to tell you that I laced it with Viagra. I like to be sure that my guests will perform.”

Mistress chuckled and pulled a VR headset from a shelf alongside his head.

“The doors are transparent, so everyone will see how you are getting on, but it will be a while before we are ready. I will entertain you while we prepare.”

For a few seconds, Andy’s vision was blacked out but then the headphones kicked in and he heard loud disco music. Gradually the light came up, and he knew the pictures in his eyes were taken in a club. He couldn’t move because although the rubber spikes did not penetrate his skin they did pin him in place.

The virtual reality was disturbing. He felt himself being propelled forward, whoever filmed this was obviously walking around in a club but to Andy, it felt as though he was being pushed along.

The light was dim, a club, vague flashes of a strobe somewhere, maybe behind the camera. Slowly the camera moved to a darker corner and zoomed slowly in on a table in a corner. Zooming so slowly it felt stealthy, secretive, snooping, as though the camera was not permitted.

Gradually the light in the film increased. Post-production thought Andy. Someone has played with the brightness but that doesn’t work, you just get a washed-out image. Andy had edited film himself. Idiot, he mentally said to the cameraman, you should have used a faster film setting.

The focus was on the table. There was a jolt as though the cameraman had walked into something. He had, he’s leaning against the wall, Andy thought, trying to keep the camera steady because he’s on maximum zoom. The technical details were whirring through Andy’s brain so that it was a few seconds before he realised that there was a woman lying on the table, legs spread, her shaved cunt facing the camera, glistening, inviting.

Her body was flat across the table, he could see the rise of her breasts but her head must be hanging off the other end of the table. Andy’s curiosity was aroused and, thanks to the Viagra kicking in so was his cock. Being conscious that whoever was in the room could see this barometer of his arousal and there was nothing he could do about it made him more aroused. That was the idea surely. Mistress knew what she was doing.

Could he do this to Candy? She didn’t have a cock as a measuring device but maybe there was some way. More research needed.

As he watched the VR a male figure moved between him and the woman on the table, blocking his view. Taken in by the effect of the virtual reality and forgetting the spikes holding him in place, he tried to move to his right to see past the man. The spikes stopped him. He felt his cock get harder still as one figure in front of him started to fuck the woman. His trousers stayed up but there was no mistaking the body movements.

There was a judder as the cameraman pushed himself away from the wall and moved forward and to the right, slowly moving into position to see a big cock ramming in and out of the woman. As the view became more side on Andy could see one cock in her cunt and another in her mouth, both working hard.

The sounds from the club were fading into the background — the guy must have a directional microphone Andy thought. The guy must have some experience, so how come he screwed up on the film speed; did he want it to be dim for atmosphere? The man who was pounding the woman’s cunt grinned at the camera, but the one at the head end turned away.

Another minute and the cameraman had steadied himself enough to zoom in on the woman’s mouth and the cock whose changing rhythm suggested it was about to explode. Andy watched, unconsciously straining forward to try to see better, his own cock as solid as he’d ever known it when the face man withdrew and spurted all over the woman’s face as the rear man did the same to her cunt and stomach.

Some show, thought Andy, and then the inevitable thought hit him that this was what Candy did.

Was there ever a film? Somewhere in his head was a dim recollection, one night she’d complained that some bastard was filming at the club — it was against the rules — she told him off, though she didn’t dare complain because being fucked on the tables wasn’t allowed either.

The woman rolled to one side and saw the cameraman.

“Hey,” she screamed. “that’s not allowed.”

The cameraman pulled back, beginning to beat a hasty retreat, and the film stopped, frozen on Candy’s face, hair matted, face streaked with semen from who knew how many men — unrecognisable to anyone but him; to anyone else the image of a cum dump slut.

Andy felt a change in pressure as the doors opened in front of him. The picture in his headset changed and Andy could see Mistress standing in the middle of the room where the throne had stood last time.

“This is real life now Andy, please step forward a few paces.”

He took three hesitant steps.

“How does that feel?”

“Strange.”

Mistress laughed. “Come closer.”

Andy stepped forward and as he approached Mistress, the butt plug started to vibrate. He stopped, unsure what was happening and felt his cock responding, growing back to the peak of hardness that he experienced as he recognised Candy.

“Follow me.”

“What’s happening to me?”

“Oh that,” she chuckled. “There’s a vibrator in your arse triggered by a proximity reader on my wrist.”

“I’d like a set like that.”

“Did you enjoy the video?”

“I don’t know if enjoy is the right word.”

“You can’t imagine the strings I had to pull to find that film.”

“Is there some way I could have a copy?”

“I think that depends on how I feel about you... and that in turn depends on what my friends think about you... and that depends on how much they are entertained tonight and perhaps other nights.”

Andy did his best to keep in step with Mistress, not a simple matter when he tried to pace himself against the VR image filling his vision. A more interesting guide to distance was the buzz in his butt plug. If he lagged behind the signal faded and the vibration became more intermittent. If he got closer, it sped up.

He tried to imagine doing the same thing to Candy. Did Mistress get any feedback? Did she know what the thing was doing to him? Maybe he’d find out if he was lucky — or if he performed well at... at whatever was expected of him as the night went on.

“Wait here.” Andy stopped walking, and the buzz disappeared. The VR cut out, and he was standing in blackness. A minute later a hand took his cock and steered him backwards a pace. He felt something against the back of his thigh.

“There’s a table behind you,” said a female voice that might have been the slave who had prepared him earlier. This time the voice was coming via the headphones, so could be coming from anywhere.

“Turn around and lie face up on the table.” Unseen hands took hold of him and pulled him further onto the table. In another few seconds, his arms and legs were stretched out and anchored in position so that he was spreadeagled on what he assumed must be a round or oval table.

The VR display lit up again, and he found himself looking down on an oval table. Stretched out on it was a naked woman. At first, he couldn’t see her face but as the camera tracked back a little he realised that it was Marsha. He’d been expecting Candy, but then he remembered that Candy had never mentioned Mistress. She’d kept Marsha a secret, but somehow it was good to know that Mistress was not an added surprise.

For the next half hour, he watched as various naked female slaves set up the dinner table around Marsha’s body. When that was done decorations were added. First a ball gag, and as he watched Marsha open her mouth and accept the red ball, his own lips were parted and a round object was inserted and anchored in place. He guessed it must be red, maybe he’d find out before the night was done.

He watched as Marsha’s body was shaved and oiled and knew what was happening as to him, marvelling as somehow the hands and instruments working on his body kept in lockstep with what he could see happening to Marsha.

When that was done he felt the buzz come back into his butt. Something was done to move the plug around a little, finding a spot that was touching his prostate. He felt his cock harden and stand up and the buzz faded to a background level obviously designed to keep him hard but not let it go further.

The sound on the VR cut out for a second and then was replaced by something a little different. The video showed dinner guests arriving and beginning to seat themselves around the table. On the new soundtrack, he heard footsteps and then Mistress’s voice.

“Do take your seats, everyone. Our entertainment this evening is in place but first, we must eat. This evening is much as usual ladies but tonight you will have the pleasure of two cocks. All of you can sample the one on the table but I have arranged for others to ensure that you have a fulfilling evening. You can see the treats awaiting you in the cages around the room. We’ll draw lots for those in due course. I’d like you all to suck our table treat for a few seconds before we eat. Don’t let him come. I have a remote control here to help him along when we want some entertainment.”

The butt plug kicked its buzz up a few notches and Andy felt his cock jerk up. There was the sound of polite clapping and then scraping of chairs as the guests sat down, once again in sync with what was happening to Marsha in his VR set.

He watched as one of the guests leaned forward and ran her tongue thought Marsha’s slit. As the tongue in the picture moved, he felt a tongue on his cock, keeping time with the video, starting at his balls and running to the head before enveloping his whole cock at the same time as the video showed vide open lips enveloping Marsha. He watched as Marsha shuddered and couldn’t help himself doing the same. They must be playing that video somewhere that the guests could see, he thought.

His admiration for Mistress went up a dozen points. He hoped this was on video because remembering every detail to do it to Candy was never going to be possible. He knew the night would be a blur before he was allowed to sleep.

As the meal progressed the sensations began to meld together. In the VR, he could see Marsha responding to being exhibited and teased. Her nipples and labia received constant attention. He saw her face flush, her nipples harden and now and then when the camera angle changed her vaginal lips reddened, became fuller and glistened.

Gagged and tightly restrained there was nothing she could do but her eyes said a lot as she stared wide-eyed at the camera.

Every time someone decided to tease her cunt, penetrating with tongue or fingers he’d feel lips wrapping around his cock. There would be murmurs of approval around the table and the buzzer would nudge at his prostate and he’d feel his cock jerk again. He had no way of knowing but he guessed it was drops of leaking pre-cum that prompted the attention. He wished they’d take it further but knew that was never likely.

One difference between the video he was watching and what was happening to him was that the guests around Marsha’s table were all men whereas the voices he could hear around his were all female.

When the food had been cleared away things changed.

“Now for the fun part.” Mistress’s voice was unmistakable. “In this bag are three balls, one for each of you and in the other bag there are a matching three.” There was a pause. “Number one, that’s you, Angela, will be fucked by slave number...” pause for effect “Two.”

Andy listened as the other two were paired up.

“It works like this. Each of you, in turn, will suck the table cock while you are fucked from behind. It’s a race. If the cock in your cunt goes off before the table cock we take the time difference. Similarly, the other way around and those seconds will determine your forfeit or reward when we are all done.”

There was a pause, Andy tried to imagine their faces because there was one obvious problem. He had to come three times and there was a good chance that the second and third would take longer, but there was no way the other cock would be slow, not after watching the first girl performing.

Andy heard Mistress’s voice but the pictures he could see where still showing Marsha. As a pair of lips touched her labia a real pair wrapped around his cock. Slowly at first and then faster as he heard the sound of the woman being fucked. Andy tried to ignore what was happening, trying to concentrate on watching Marsha’s face, trying to lipread her cries, to imagine what was going on in her head.

Andy started to relax, what happened next was not up to him, he was an object. Instead of thinking about Marsha or Candy, he could close his eyes, try to relax and let things take their course.

He closed his eyes. For thirty seconds he felt at peace and then the light in his eyelids flickered and he couldn’t help himself, he opened his eyes. The picture had changed, now he was seeing Marsha spread on the table but the picture was alternating with a picture of him, spread in the same way, exactly fitting with the image of Marsha. The only difference was that he could see the back of a female head over his cock, whereas the figure attending to Marsha was lower down, making Marsha’s shaved pussy visible every time the picture changed.

Mistress, or whoever was controlling the display in his VR headset must be able to see his eyes and know when he shut his lids. There was no escape. Whatever he did they had control of him. There was something erotic about that, the thought of it hardened his cock again.

For the first time, he began to have an inkling of what Candy got out of being out of control. Had he ever not been in control — there was that time skiing when he’d had to go straight downhill because the teacher shamed him and he’d hurtled towards a big bump on the hill. A mound of snow in front of him rising almost too steeply a dozen meters with no idea what was on the other side. He’d taken a deep breath and kept going, telling himself that his legs knew what to do.

He almost buckled under the extra G as he hit the rise and then he was air born and back on the flat snow again before he had time to think. The adrenalin rush was immense, so much that he had to go back and do it a few more times... and then, when he knew how and knew he’d survive there wasn’t such a rush.

So that was it, that was why Candy took more and more risks. He had to find a way for her to be out of control but safe, which meant he had to do it for her, or maybe have Mistress do it...

No, it had to be him... or did it? He had to be in control, had to make sure she was safe. Did that make him feel good? Yes... yes and no. How would he feel when she came home, when he was back in control? Relieved... that was understating it, a weight was lifted off his chest, he wasn’t relieved, he was euphoric, flying high, so overjoyed to have her back, to have her safe, to not be losing her.

Every time he kissed her goodbye it felt like it might be the last time... and it almost was.

The sounds in his ears had changed and even though his eyes were open, he had stopped seeing the images. What did the mystics call it — an out-of-body experience?

The mouth around his cock had gone, the fucking noises had stopped.

“Are you still with us, Andy?”

Mistress’s voice. He couldn’t speak. His lips moved, his tongue came up against the ball gag and then it was taken away, the headset was removed and Mistress’s face was all he could see. She kissed him.

“That must have been quite a ride. Are you back with us?”

“Mmmm.” He tried to smile, reached upwards stretching his neck to get to her lips and kissed her back.

“Do you need to be untied?”

“No.”

“Do you need us to stop?”

“No.”

“Then it’s your turn, Jennifer, but I think we’ll keep Andy in this world now.”

Jennifer, a leggy blond, or at least a blond this week, who had a big mouth, immaculate teeth and lips that could suck a well dry, lowered her amazing mouth onto Andy’s cock and he discovered another kind of being out of control.

While Jennifer worked her way up and down Andy’s Viagra enhanced cock, a six-foot gymnast fucked the other end of her. Lifting his head enough to see what was happening was a strain and after a minute Andy relaxed and let it happen.

His new state did not last long. A new face appeared in his vision and kissed his forehead and then his eyelids and as he enjoyed the sensation, the lips moved to his mouth. This time he knew what was happening, Mistress was trying to overwhelm him, a different kind of loss of control, more stimulus than he could process.

How could he do that to Candy?

“Stop thinking about Candy.”

Mistress’s voice cut through everything, she wasn’t shouting, there was something in the timbre of her voice that conveyed a clarity of purpose and carried a certainty that she must be obeyed.

Andy let go thinking and let the sensations pour over him. Sometime in the next ten minutes, his cock exploded into the mouth that was enveloping it. The stimulation was replaced by laughter and clapping.

Andy lay exhausted barely registering that his cuffs were being detached from the table. A minute later someone helped him sit up and get off the table.

“Can you walk?”

“I think so.”

“I’m going to put you away for the night and we’ll talk in the morning.”

“Put me away?”

“All part of the experience.”

Mistress handed the VR set to Andy to put on again.

“Follow me.”

He was led to a different cupboard, this time without spikes. He was pressed against a black velvet cloth and rapidly discovered that it covered memory foam behind it.

“What about the rest of the party?”

“You’ll see. We are going somewhere else now but you’ll see.”

Doors closed in front of Andy and he disappeared into blackness. The VR set came alive, and he heard Mistress’s voice breathing in his ears.

“This may feel strange,” she said as he felt someone hold his cock. “We don’t want you wetting the bed.”

He felt a catheter being inserted and then the temperature changed as the doors closed on the rest of the cupboard. A minute later he was gradually tilted back until he was horizontal and then the whole bed moved a few feet backwards as he was stored in the cupboard for the night.

“Don’t go to sleep Andy, it’s about to get interesting.”

The buzz in his butt plug came back to life, and the scene changed in the VR. One of the girls who had been at the dinner was hanging naked in chains.

“This is Maria who took so long to fail to make you come. Her punishment is simple, one lash for every minute she failed to get you off.” Mistress chuckled. “I know how your mind works Andy, don’t be scared for her. She never did get you off so she could be whipped forever. That’s what you are thinking, that’s what she is thinking. I am not so cruel but neither she nor you know how many lashes she will suffer. Imagine for a moment that your cock will decide. I can see that you are hard already, maybe I will lash her until you come. Maybe... Maybe...”

The voice died away.

Andy watched as the girl was whipped. Was it genuine/ Was that actually a whip? Straining his eyes and listening he worked out that the whip was really wide leather thongs, probably wetted. They did leave a mark, but no more than a little redness. The cries were in sync, Mistress wasn’t playing him.

They took the girl down after a while and a second one was strung up in the same way. Why was that? the second girl had made him come, and he was sure that he came before the guy who was screwing her. Why was she being punished? Was there something else she did?

Trying to remember the blur of his time on the table he was sure that the last girl was a brunette, yet the one strung up was a blond, and the brunette was wielding the flogger.

Did three women suck him? Was he really so confused that he couldn’t remember one of them? Maybe the blond was the brunette’s reward...

The picture in front of him faded to black and a few minutes later he fell asleep.

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Andy was woken by a movement as his bed slowly swung from horizontal towards the vertical. The initial movement was sudden, to wake him up he supposed, but after that it was gradual, stopping when his feet hit the floor. A minute later one of the slaves appeared and released him.

“We need to unplug you, have a shower and then a massage in case you’re stiff from last night.”

“Then what?”

“Breakfast I think. Did you enjoy last night?”

“Are you allowed to ask me?”

“Oh yes, I may be a slave, but I’m a person too.”

“I haven’t got the hang of things yet.”

“It’s simple, really. I agree not to leave and I agree to do as I’m told. Apart from that, I’m me.”

So if Mistress told you to say nothing all day, then you’d say nothing?"

“You’ve got it.”

“Did you sign a contract or something like that?”

“Yes. I could show it to you, obviously not right now. It’s not something I carry around with me.”

“Thanks, that would be very helpful.”

“And did you enjoy last night?”

“I’m not sure if enjoy is exactly the right word. I learned a lot, and it was an unforgettable experience.”

Breakfast was scrambled egg with a little smoked salmon and good coffee. After he’d eaten, the slave girl returned.

“Time for you to meet Mistress.”

The girl asked Andy to stand, cuffed his hands behind his back and clipped a chain to his collar. She led him to Mistress who this time was in what appeared to be an office. Mistress was sitting in an office swivel chair at a leather-topped desk with an expensive-looking large screen desktop computer. She continued to concentrate on whatever she was working on as Andy entered.

The slave led him to a post that stood near the right-hand corner of the desk. His chain was dropped into a hole in the top of the post and Andy heard it rattle as it fell inside, stopping when there was half a meter of slack.

Mistress turned towards him as the slave left and closed the door behind her.

“What did you learn from last night?”

“I am beginning to understand how complex this process can be.”

“Go on.”

“I had never imagined virtual reality being combined with actual reality... It’s obvious when you think about it but it had never crossed my mind”

“Good. Don’t worry, I’m not going to make you write an essay or punish you for wrong answers. What do you think I learned?”

“I... um... I don’t know, surely you know all about that kind of scene already.”

“What do you think I learned about you?”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“I learned that you have self-control, lots of self-control. You were aroused, there’s no doubt about that but your arousal did not overwhelm you.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“Good, very good. It tells me you can pay attention to what your wife needs and take her to extremes without being distracted by your own arousal.”

Mistress paused, smiled at him and pressed a button on her desk.

“I have just released your chain from the post. Soon you’ll have to go to the hospital.”

“How did you get that film of my Candy?”

“A client of mine brought me the film. How he got it, I don’t know. He suggested that I should find this slut and have her here for a party. I never did find her but when Marsha told me what Candy got up to, it rang a bell and Marsha confirmed her identity. At the time I had been unable to even find out who she was, let alone make her an offer. This client tried several times in different ways to get a phone number or an address from your wife, but she always refused. I imagine you’re pleased to discover that.”

“I am. It doesn’t surprise me but it is good to hear.”

“Do you think Candy would like to spend time here?”

There was a long pause as Andy digested what he’d just heard.

“There are two ways that could happen,” Andy said.

“Two ways?”

“If I succeed and decide that it would be fun, or, possibly if I fail and I can’t meet her needs.”

“Would that make you feel bad? The second case I mean.”

Andy smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “What do you think?”  

“I think I would prefer you not to fail, but I am here if you need me. I could provide for her needs but I would want to make your position strong. If you wish to bring Candy, I will assume that it is the first reason, and I will make it seem like that to her.”

She smiled, turned her chair to face him. “Marsha says you are good with your tongue. Give me your chain.”

Andy stepped closer and handed the chain to Mistress.

“Kneel.”

She raised her dress and slowly spread her legs, sliding forward a little in the chair.

“Service me.”

Andy moved forward on his knees, not daring to hesitate but desperate to give himself a moment to control himself. How many men, he wondered, had serviced this beautifully manicured pussy in front of him.

Taking a deep breath he exhaled slowly as his lips got closer and then kissed her near to the top of the slit, the warmth of his mouth letting her know he was there. From there he began slowly to work his tongue up and down the length of her pussy, listening, paying attention each time his activity caused an irregularity in her breathing.

Understanding those sensitive spots allowed him to navigate his way around the task in front of him, gradually building the tension until he could feel her on the point of coming. He slowed down, doing just enough to keep her there, poised hovering on the edge, her breathing becoming ragged and her body pressing forward into his face.

He didn’t dare relax, convinced that he had to do the best job ever. Finally, after who knew how long, he sensed her beginning to be exhausted so went for the finale, bringing her to an explosive finish; draining the last bit of energy she had left.

“Don’t move,” she said. “I love the feeling of your mouth.”

Andy tried to rest, now that the urgency had gone out of the game he began to feel his back muscles demanding a rest, a new position, something, anything; but Mistress’s hand pressed on the back of his head, holding him in position.

He couldn’t speak, barely able to breathe because his nose was lost in the folds of her vulva, he was engulfed in her aroma, salivating from the taste of her, he somehow managed to swallow with his mouth open. She kept him there for an agonising five minutes before her hand moved to his forehead and lifted his face away from her.

She looked at him, smiling, raising an eyebrow in a question.

“May I lie down?”

“Of course, but why?”

“My back. I need it straight on the floor.”

He rolled sideways, stretching out as flat as he could until the spasm began to ease.

“You should do more of that,” she said. “You need to train your back muscles or find a way to hold a different posture.”

Andy smiled, another lesson to be learned, any pain is the slave’s fault, the slave’s responsibility. He knew he needed to find a way to teach Candy that lesson.

Lying on the floor Andy looked up at Mistress who was still reclining in her chair.

“Did you know my back was aching? I mean was that part of the lesson?”

“Did I say it was a lesson?”

“Everything is a lesson isn’t it?”

Mistress laughed. “I think I should throw you out for learning too fast. Go on, tell me about it. If I did guess that your pose was a strain, so what?”

“The pain is the responsibility of the slave. The slave has to own the pain, that’s what I thought. I don’t know how well I did at pleasing you. I hope it was good, but even if that was the best oral you ever had, I shouldn’t start congratulating myself. My task was to give that to you and if it hurt me to do it, that’s the price I pay for serving you... It’s okay, you don’t have to say that I got it right... I started to think about how I could get Candy to own the pain she caused without it destroying her. I try to tell her it wasn’t her fault, because I want to make her feel better, but in the long run, I think that’s a mistake. I have to get her to own the pain, accept it and learn from it.”

“You were good. I don’t give marks or compare, but take something from the way I kept you there.”

She reached out and pressed a button on her desk. “It’s time for you to go and see your injured wife. Take tomorrow to reflect and keep Marsha happy. You may come again. I cannot guarantee what will await you if you do, but I’m sure you know that. Simply come to the door and ring the bell when you are ready.”

The naked slave who’d given him breakfast reappeared.

“Can I ask one question?”

“One, yes.”

“Last night three women were whipped, but I only remember two on my cock. Did I forget something?”

Mistress laughed. “We confused you. It was deliberate. None of what you saw happen to anyone else was your doing, but you should assume that all of them got what they needed. How they came to need it is not for you to know. You were simply an object for our pleasure and the way we used your body was part of our entertainment.”

She handed the slave a note and turned back to her desk. A minute later they were in the corridor outside.

“This way,” the girl said.

In another minute they were in the room he’d seen from a distance. "Mistress wishes you to whip me. You should hook my arms to the frame and whip me."

“What have you done to deserve that?”

“Nothing, it is all about you. I do not know whether this is your reward or your punishment, or simply part of your training. Spin the wheel to find out how many or just choose.”

“Is there a minimum?”

“At least ten.”

“Do you have a safe word?”

“I am a slave.”

Andy hooked her cuffs to the frame, stretching her up to the tips of her toes. In a rack next to the frame were a collection of floggers, canes and whips.

He shuffled his way through them. He held a cane in his hand for a moment and it made him feel sick. He picked a flogger instead, a broad flat leather device with a wooden handle. Taking a deep breath he slapped it across her buttocks. After three noisy but gentle hits, the girl complained.

“You have to leave marks or no one will know and I’ll get punished. You have to hit me enough to stop anyone else doing it. I don’t mind and it’s nicer to be hit by someone who cares.”

“Can I hug you afterwards?”

“I am a slave,” she said. “You can do what you like...”

Andy walked around her to see her face.

“I would like that,” she whispered.

Andy kissed her once and walked behind her, taking a deep breath, and picking up the thinnest cane he laid the cane across the base of her spine, above the fleshy part of the buttocks.

“Lower.”

“It looks so beautiful.”

“Higher hurts longer.”

That brought Andy to a standstill. I should know that, he thought, momentarily angry with himself. I’m supposed to care for her, but she needs this. I have to be able to do it with care and precision.

The first stroke hit the left buttock, a neat clean strike. The second was a centimetre lower, the third below that and the fourth below that. Andy walked to her right side and struck the fifth diagonally and downwards. The familiar five-bar gate pattern represented precision counting in Andy’s mind. If the girl had to show someone, there would be no doubt about the numbers.

After the tenth stroke, Andy was still holding the cane and barely able to look at the livid marks that he’d made. As he looked the colour deepened and everything he’d done looked more vicious. Standing in front of her he struggled to look at her face.

“You haven’t finished,” she said.

Andy moved forward to hug her.

“Not yet.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Mark my tits.”

“I’ve done enough.”

“Mark my tits.”

“They’re so beautiful.”

“Andrew that’s the point. I have to wear these marks with pride, show them to the world.”

“You want to... Oh God, I get it. It proves your worth as a slave.”

“Something like that. Now man up, hit me then take me down and hug me.”

“Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Better still,” he said, picking up a blindfold from the mass of ‘toys’ beside the whipping frame and wrapping it around her eyes.

“Hold your breath.”

He struck backhanded, hitting her left breast just above the nipple then spinning around and hitting the other side with a precision that amazed him. He wiped the tears from his eyes, reached up the unclip her arms and held her tight as she collapsed against him.

A minute later she undid the blindfold and gently pushed him away.

“You couldn’t let me see your face?”

She gazed at him for a minute.

“It’s been tough for you, huh?”

“A learning experience.”

“Your wife is a lucky woman.” As she said the words, she sank to her knees and took his cock in both hands on the way to her mouth.

“You don’t have to do that.”

She ignored him and gradually he relaxed, allowing her to bring him close to a climax before she stopped.

“What?”

“Time to visit your wife. Mistress said you should be energised for her.”

“Energised?”

The girl laughed “Mmmm. Come this way.”

She led him into yet another room that he’d never seen before. This seemed to be a dance studio, with mirrors on every wall. She stood in the middle of the room turning around, posing this way and that as she observed her marks.

“You are very good at that, the others will be envious. Mistress may want to use you again. She glanced at his face as she said the words and laughed.

“Why?”

“This shows precision, not passion. You didn’t make these marks because you got enjoyment from it. These are the marks of a craftsman, not a sadist. Any girl would be safe in your hands.” She laughed again, leapt in the air, spreading her legs, spinning around.

“Go,” she said, “See your wife.”

“I don’t know the way out.”

She laughed again. “No one ever does, we could keep you here forever, but you’ve earned your release.” She took his hand and led him back to the locker with his clothes.

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Two minutes later the slave was standing at Mistress’s desk. After a moment Mistress swung her chair around to inspect the woman in front of her.

“Report.”

“It was difficult for him. I had to encourage him, but I think he did it well.”

“He did,” she said, looking closely at the marks. “He did very well. Now it’s my turn, he gave me a great orgasm, you sacrificed yourself to give him courage, now it’s my turn to give you balm. Come, it’s time I tended your wounds.”

“There’s no need. I am a slave.”

“And I am your Mistress, I cannot allow myself to own a slave like you if I do not care for you.”