Author's notes:

1. The characters portrayed in Society Girl 2 and all my stories are fictional
and any resemblance to any real person is completely accidental and is not
intended or implied.

2. If the reader has not read Society Girl part one I suggest they do before
reading this story.

SOCIETY GIRL 2

I had instructed Deanne to knock and enter straight away so as she walked into
my hallway I jumped out from behind the door and slipped a black hood over her
head. She dropped the bag she was carrying and I held her tight as she screamed
and struggled in fright.

I kicked the door closed behind us and whispered "Remember the safe word,"
through the cloth and she nodded, relaxing a little but still fighting against
my grip. This lady was not used to being treated this way and her natural
instinct to fight was coming to the fore.

Somehow I managed to get her arms behind her and attach handcuffs to her wrists.
Deanne realized that fight was now futile and she stood, her body shaking with
fury and her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily behind the hood.

She swore at me as grabbed a handful of her hair and led her down the passageway
to my dungeon. I laughed out loud at the unladylike language as I maneuvered her
to the center of the room. I steadied her so she could get her balance and then
I attached a leg-spreader to her ankles. Releasing one wrist from the cuffs I
moved her arms in front of her and then attached leather wrist cuffs that I
clipped together. Heard but unseen by Deanne I pulled a chain down from the
ceiling and slipped the joined cuffs over the hook at the end. A noisy hand
winch slowly raised her arms up above her head, my society girl was now
completely at my mercy.

Only a few days ago Melissa was out shopping and I had answered the phone.

"Matt speaking, may I help you?"

"Hello Matt," the husky, upper class voice was immediately familiar, "It's
Deanne here, do you remember me?"

"How could I ever forget my Society Girl?" I replied, "How are you Deanne, it's
been a while, I thought that maybe I wasn't going to hear from you again."

"Yes Matt, I have been going through a messy divorce that has taken up all of my
time. Fortunately the lovely judge, he he, saw in my favor and I have the house
and enough money to keep me happy for the rest of my life. I have often thought
of your visit to my home and your promise to take care of me in your dungeon,
and I want to make a time to come and see you, Sir."

I smiled at the comment about the lovely judge and the use of 'Sir' at the end
of her sentence. "I would love to see you again Deanne, do you want to book an
hour, or longer?"

"Sir an hour would not be sufficient, I wish to be your slut for a full day at
least. I badly need what you did to me when we last met, and more. I will pay
you your full hourly rate for however long I stay, now when can you see me?"

I had the appointment book in front of me and duly made arrangements for her to
attend to my address the following Friday and if her stay went into the weekend,
I for one would not be complaining. We chatted for a little longer about some
details of her proposed visit and after making sure she knew to bring a change
of clothes, we ended the conversation.

I slipped the black hood off Deanne's head and she shook her head to settle her
hair into place. Her eyes were blazing at me with what looked like anger, but
judging by the half smile I knew she was enjoying the situation.

"Fuck you don't waste any time do you Matt?" Deanne spat at me then screamed as
I slapped her face twice.

"Deanne you speak when spoken to, cut out the swearing and call me Sir,
understand?"

"Y'yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir." Deanne stammered, her face bright red.

"It seems that Ms society girl needs to be put back in her place again," I said
quietly as I moved to some drawers against a wall.

Deanne's eyes followed me and opened wide as I took out a sharp flick knife and
walked back to stand in front of her. She gasped as I slid the knife under a
button of her jacket and sliced it off.

"Don't do that, it's one of my favorite jackets!" Deanne yelled at me.

I ignored her and continued to cut the buttons off until the jacket fell open at
the front. My hands went to her breasts, still covered by her blouse and bra and
I squeezed tight causing a moan from Deanne. Then I slid the knife under her
expensive jacket and proceeded to slice it into bits until it lay in small
pieces on the floor.

Deanne was furious, her face blood red with anger at my impertinence but she
said nothing, knowing that protesting was futile. I clicked the knife shut and
put it in my pocket, then grasped her blouse in both hands and ripped it off her
body. Deanne gasped as another expensive piece of clothing was rendered useless,
but she remained silent, her heaving breasts telling me of her anger and
excitement.

I took the knife again, flicked it open and ran the back of the blade across her
throat. Deanne froze at the touch of the cold steel, then breathed a sigh of
relief as I slid the blade over her shoulder to cut her bra strap. The other
shoulder strap soon followed and now only the strap around her back held the
bra. I slid the blade down the valley between her breasts and a quick movement
cut the material, allowing her breasts to fall free. I teased her nipples with
the cold steel and watched them harden under the sudden change of temperature.

I reached around her, unbuttoned and unzipped the skirt which fell to the floor.
Of course the leg spreader bar prevented Deanne from lifting her legs so once
again the knife sliced through the expensive material. Without looking at her
face I grasped the elastic of her panties and ripped them off, Deanne was now
nude except for the garter belt and stockings.

Deanne's breasts rose and fell with her breathing as I stepped back a couple of
paces to look her over. To my surprise she had put on quite a bit of weight and
was no longer the trim, hard muscle girl I had met just a few months ago.

"Hmmm you have not been using the pool or gym have you Deanne since I last saw
you?"

"Yes Sir that's correct, the divorce has been taking up too much time."

"That's bullshit and you know it Deanne," I stated, "If you want to do exercise
you will make the time, it's not as if you don't have the facilities. What you
need is some discipline back in your life isn't it?"

"Yes Sir," Deanne nodded agreement.

I moved forward and slapped her breasts from side to side a few times before
sinking my fingers into the soft flesh of each the mounds. I then bent lower and
took the left teat into my mouth, sucking hard and nibbling my teeth on the
nipple. Deanne's moans were of pleasure as I took as much of the breast into my
mouth as possible and bit hard, my teeth sinking into the skin. I stepped back
and admired the red marks of my teeth circling her nipple, then I repeated the
sucking and biting on the right breast.

Deanne's eyes were blazing as I released the breast and stood straight in front
of her.

"So Deanne, anything special you want to do today or will you just leave it up
to me? I asked, "I do like to make my clients fantasies come true if I possibly
can."

"I'm in your hands Sir, just treat me as you did last time, I trust you and I
need to submit," Deanne replied in a steady voice as she looked around the room.
"You certainly seen to have a well equipped dungeon to look after my needs. God
I am so turned on, I nearly came when you bit my breasts. Treat me as you wish,
Sir"

My reply was to move behind Deanne and tie a black blindfold around her head
totally covering her eyes. I was ready with a few surprises to give her the pain
and pleasure she so desperately needed. Deanne gasped as her world turned black
but remained silent, she certainly was overcoming any fears she had and was
determined to obey. I unclipped her stockings from the garter belt, rolled them
down her legs and then I dispensed with the garter belt.

From a wall rack I took two cats of nine tails and with one in each hand I took
up position behind her. Starting with light strokes I commenced a systematic
whipping of all her body.

"Ohhhhhh yessssss!" Deanne hissed as the first strokes fell across her arse
cheeks.

I moved my arms so that the leather lashes criss-crossed each other and there
was virtually no time when her body was untouched. Pink marks began to appear on
her arse, back, thighs and shoulders of the back of her body. I moved around in
front of her and whipped her breasts, stomach and thighs.

Deanne's cries grew louder as I slowly increased the force of the strokes. I
knew from our first meeting that she loved to be whipped and that she would use
the safe word if the pain got too much for her.

I moved in slow circles around her body, systematically double whipping with the
cats. The pink marks had turned to red and my nostrils twitched at the aroma of
a very turned on lady.

The strength of my strokes were matched by the volume of Deanne's moans and with
a sudden scream her body tensed and then shuddered violently as she orgasmed. I
dropped the cats on the floor and hugged Deanne, supporting her weight as her
legs collapsed under her. When she had recovered enough to stand I quickly moved
to the winch and loosened the chain, enabling me to take the hook from the wrist
cuffs. I lowered Deanne's arms, removed the leg spreader and the wrist cuffs and
let her slump to the floor, her body still shaking from the orgasms.

After a few minutes she looked up at me and smiled, "Oh Sir, you sure know what
turns me on don't you, I have needed that for so long, amazing, just amazing."

I reached down and helped Deanne to stand again, albeit on wobbly legs. I
assisted her over to the massage table and laid her down on her back. The cool
leather eased the heat of the whipping and she soon relaxed, eager to move on to
the next experience. Her eyes never left me as I took four lengths of rope and
secured her wrists and ankles to the legs of the table, slipping the stockings
off so she was now nude. The rise and fall of her breasts gave away her
excitement as I placed a small cushion under her head. Deanne watched as I moved
around the room lighting candles and then turning the lights down low. A low
moan escaped her lips as I moved beside her, a burning candle in my hand.

I held the candle over her breasts and then tilted it so a few drops of wax fell
on her right breast. Deanne's body arched as the heat from the wax burnt her
skin but she stayed silent as further droplets fell. Drip by drip the wax hit
and slid down the slopes of her heaving breast. Deanne gave a few yelps as the
first drops of wax hit her nipple, then moaned in pleasure as her gleaming eyes
watched the drops gradually cover the nipple. I moved my hand so that her left
breast received the same treatment, once again amazed by the amount of pain this
sexy lady could accept. I continued dripping wax down over her tummy, skirted
her hairy pussy and dripped more wax down the inside of her thighs. She was
twisting around on the table within the confines of the ropes as the hot wax
continued to drop onto her white skin.

Suddenly Deanne screamed loudly, "Enough Sir, mercy please, mercy!"

I immediately snuffed out the candle and grabbed a flannel cloth from a jug of
ice water. The icy cold cloth eased the pain of the small burns enabling Deanne
to relax back onto the table.

"Are you ok?" I asked anxiously.

"Yes thank you Sir," Deanne panted. "The pain on my thighs was just so intense,
thank you for stopping so quickly. I'm sorry I had to use the safe word."

"Never apologize for the proper use of the safe word Deanne," I replied as I
continued to cool her skin. "The safe word is there to protect you, though I
must admit I was surprised when you used it."

"Well there is a first time for everything I guess Sir," Deanne said with a
grimace as I peeled a lump of wax from a nipple.

I released Deanne's wrists and ankles and helped her to sit up with her legs
hanging over the edge of the table. She remained quiet as I passed a glass of
water from which she gratefully drank. I could almost hear her brain ticking
over as she looked around my dungeon at the various pieces of equipment.

"I guess you are wondering what's next?" I asked.

"Yes Sir, I am." Deanne replied, short and too the point.

"To tell the truth Deanne, I don't know, the dice will decide."

"The dice? What do you mean?" The uncertainty of Deanne's voice showed her
concern.

"Back in the 1970's there was a best seller written by Luke Rheinhardt called
The Diceman," I replied. "It was about a man who was totally bored with his life
so his day was decided by a roll of a dice. Six choices, and he always followed
the instructions of the number that he threw."

I took Deanne's arm, helped her off the table and led her over to the
gynecologist's chair. "Sit here and I will explain more."

I lifted Deanne's legs into the stirrups and strapped them into place, then
securing her wrists to the arms of the chair.

"I am going to give you six numbered alternatives and then I will throw a dice.
Whichever number I throw, that is what will happen to you next. You will approve
of the six alternatives before the dice is thrown and after that you have no
say, understand Deanne?"

Deanne bit her lip and looked at me warily, "Um, yes, I understand, but what are
the six alternatives?'

I walked over to a shelf and took down a clipboard with a typed list attached. I
placed the board on a chair so Deanne could read the alternatives, turned and
left the room.

The closed circuit television in the living room enabled me to watch Deanne
while she read and thought about the alternatives on the list. I made myself a
cup of tea and left her alone for nearly thirty minutes.

When I returned to the studio Deanne gave me a 'why did you leave me for so damn
long?' glare but remained silent.

"Ok Deanne feel free to talk," I said, "What are your thoughts?"

"Well, Sir, number one, shaved, that's fine by me, I have let my pussy hair grow
too long. Number two, golden showers, ugh, well I guess I shouldn't knock it
until I've tried it. Number four, clothespins, well I suppose I know what you
would do with them, so they are ok too." Deanne looked over at the cage and
continued. "Number five, three hours in the cage! Shit it looks awfully small
and uncomfortable but if you say so I'll do it. Can you explain more about
number three and number six please Sir?"

"Sure Deanne, no problem." I smiled inwardly but kept a straight face. "Number
three, lesbian. I have a bisexual lady friend who you will introduce you to the
pleasures of sapphic love. No pain, just lots of fun. Number six, sensory
deprivation. I use earplugs and headphones with music together with a blindfold
to stop you hearing or seeing. Then you have to put your complete trust on me
for the next hour or so."

Deanne thought for a short time, gave a wry smile and said, "Well I did have a
fling with a fellow cheerleader while I was at college so I think that number
three would be fun. As for number six, well I did contact you originally to give
up control and just submit. What you have done so far in our two meetings has
been the most exciting time of my life. So go for it Sir, roll the fucking dice,
I'll take my chances!"

"Very good Deanne, a very courageous decision," I said as I took a dice out of
my pocket, holding it up so she could see the different numbers on each side.
"These rolls don't count Deanne, I just want you too see that the dice is legal
and not weighted in any way.

I threw the dice eight times onto the massage table with different numbers
coming nearly every time.

"Ready Deanne?" I asked, "The next throw decides what happens to you immediately
it stops."

Deanne nodded, her eyes focused on my hand. I held my hand in the fashion of a
gambler at a casino, stopped for half a minute to increase the suspense, then
threw it onto the table.

"Number one," Deanne cried with some relief in her voice, "Shaving."

I moved to the door of the dungeon and opened it and said, "Come in now, your
expertise is required."

My subbie entered, completely nude and carrying a tray with shaving equipment.

"Melissa! I hardly recognized you with that short haircut!" Deanne screamed
loudly in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

Melissa looked at me and I nodded my permission for her to speak.

"Hi Deanne, I am Master's personal slave these days. I was a novice subbie when
I told you about Him and His services before He visited you at your home."
Melissa smiled and continued. "And Deanne, I am happier and more fulfilled than
I have ever been before in my life, now let me shave all this hair off."

For once in her life Deanne was lost for words and watched as Melissa knelt down
with the shaving equipment. Melissa carefully trimmed back Deanne's pubic hair
with small scissors as Deanne watched, amazed at the surprise appearance of her
old friend. Shaving cream was brushed into the stubble and Melissa carefully
shaved all the hair from Deanne's pussy. I smiled to myself as I noticed that
the bottle of after-shave lotion was missing from the tray. Melissa wiped the
excess foam from Deanne's crotch and looked enquiringly at me. I nodded my
permission once again and braced myself for Deanne's reaction.

Melissa took a larger pair of scissors and moved around behind Deanne. Without
warning she started to cut large hunks off Deanne's long locks.

"Stop! What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Deanne screamed, twisting her
head from side to side and fighting against the straps holding her in the chair.
"Don't cut my hair!"

I moved quickly in front of Deanne and held her head still with both my hands.
"Deanne stop that now! You agreed to accept the roll of the dice. I rolled
number one, shaving. You said go ahead, so that's what we are going to do."

"Nooooooo! I thought you just meant my cunt hairs," Deanne screamed again.

"You assumed that Deanne, you did not ask, continue Melissa."

"Don't you fucking dare Matt, don't you dare cut my hair off," Deanne said with
some venom.

As when I first met her I noted the dare and no use of the safe word so I
continued to hold Deanne's head still while Melissa once again got busy with the
scissors. Long lengths of Deanne's hair fell to the floor and soon she slumped
sobbing down into the chair and I was able to let go of her head. Melissa's few
days of training with Mary the hairdresser had really paid off and soon she was
ready to use the electric hair clippers.

As Deanne sobbed at the loss of her lovely hair, Melissa again looked at me
asking for permission to speak and I nodded.

"Deanne, you look so sexy with your hair short. Master has given me permission
to give you an option. I can trim your hair short like Sinead O'Connor the Irish
singer or I can cut it right back and shave you bald." Melissa was enjoying
herself. "Either way will look great, and think of the different wigs you can
use. I have a wig for you to wear if you want when you leave."

There was silence as Deanne sat sniffing and thinking about what Melissa had
just said.

"Well fuck it Melissa and Matt, sorry Matt Sir," Deanne actually giggled and sat
up straight again, "I came here to be controlled and I must confess I am so wet
right now. In for a penny, in for a pound, do whatever you like Melissa."

Melissa grinned at me as she switched on the electric clippers. With long
strokes starting at Deanne's forehead and going back over her head, Melissa
trimmed the short hair back until it was stubble. After brushing foam all over
the remaining hair Melissa carefully shaved Deanne's head until she was
completely bald. After the excess foam was wiped off Melissa massaged some baby
oil into Deanne's scalp. I was amazed at how easily Deanne had accepted losing
her hair and I agreed with Melissa, the bald look suited Deanne and was very
sexy.

Melissa held a mirror in front of Deanne who gasped loudly when she saw herself.

"Oh my God, look at me!" Deanne cried. "Nobody will recognize me like this, oh
fuck, what a change." Deanne looked at me and grinned, "You notice I didn't use
the safe word, Sir."

"Oh yes I noticed that Deanne," I replied, "I almost reminded you of the safe
word, but when you dared us to continue, I knew you would end up like you are
now, still horny Deanne?"

"Oh yes Sir, I'm dripping, please would you.......?"

I caught Melissa's gaze and nodded to her again. She smiled her thanks and once
again knelt between Deanne's wide open legs, licking and kissing her way slowly
up the inside of the thighs.

"Oh God, Melissa!" Deanne moaned as Melissa's tongue flicked and teased her
newly shaved labia.

I heard Melissa giggle as her now practiced tongue began to play in the folds of
Deanne's pussy. Melissa's fingers soon replaced her tongue pushing and twisting
their way deeper into the wetness as her thumb rubbed the clit. Melissa stood
higher and began to suck on Deanne's nipples as her fingers moved quicker and
quicker, fucking Deanne into another orgasm.

Melissa allowed Deanne a short rest to regain her breath before releasing her
wrists and ankles and hauling her off the chair. Melissa quickly took Deanne's
place, raising her own legs into the stirrups so her shaven pussy was now
available to Deanne.

Deanne moaned as Melissa pointed to her groin area with a silent instruction to
'get busy'. Deanne glanced at me and I nodded, enjoying the show my two subbies
were giving me. Deanne sighed loudly and knelt on the floor with her bald pate a
short distance from Melissa's pussy.

"Eat me Deanne," Melissa ordered as she reached forward and pulled her friend's
mouth forward onto her pussy. It did not take long before Deanne was licking,
sucking and probing Melissa with her tongue as if she had been doing it for
years. My subbie was moaning loudly and suddenly she orgasmed with her back
arching off the chair. Deanne licked and sucked the love juices before rising to
her feet and planting a long, sexy kiss directly on Melissa's mouth.

Melissa clambered out of the gyno chair and gave Deanne a hug and another kiss,
"Well done Deanne, I can see we will have to spend more time together."

I interrupted the girls by picking up the dice again and throwing it onto the
table.

"Number two, golden showers, this is good timing, I need a piss and then we can
have some lunch."

Melissa was soon leading a slightly worried looking Deanne by a hand to the
bathroom.

"Lie down in the bath Deanne, with your head at the plug end." I instructed.

"Sir, ummmm I don't have to take any in my mouth do I?" Deanne asked hesitantly
as she stepped into the bath.

"No Deanne you do not. Some people like to but that is up to them. I am not into
anything that could cause ill health. Now, come on, lie down, I'm ready and I
hope Melissa is too,"

"Melissa too?" Deanne almost screamed as she lay down, "Oh my god, what next?"

Melissa grinned at me as I assisted her into the bath to stand facing Deanne
with her feet either side of our society girl's thighs. I stood as close to the
side of the bath as I could, unzipped and pulled my cock from my pants. Melissa
spread her labia apart and nodded that she was ready.

Deanne moaned loudly as the two streams of yellow spray splashed down onto her.
Melissa's pee hit Deanne's tummy and pussy while I aimed for her breasts and
chest. I was surprised as Deanne used her hands to rub the urine over herself;
there was no doubt that she loved to get into what ever was happening. Of course
the shower was soon over and Melissa held out a hand to help Deanne to her feet.

"You two shower and clean up, I want lunch within thirty minutes Melissa." I
said as I threw a bath mat on the floor, then turning and leaving the bathroom.

Two voices said "Yes Sir" in unison as I closed the door behind me. I stopped
and listened to the shower being turned on and lots of girlish giggles as they
washed each other. I grinned to myself, nothing like a couple of happy subbies I
thought as I went to the living room to read the paper and relax.

The two almost completely bald girls soon ran from the bathroom to the kitchen
and completed preparation of the lunch. I knew that Melissa had pre-prepared
some food and it wasn't long before I was called into the eating area. I sat and
Melissa and Deanne served my lunch and then both knelt on the floor at my feet,
their heads bowed. Melissa must have worded Deanne up well as they sat silently
and waited permission to eat.

"Well done you two," I said after about five minutes, "Get your lunch and sit at
the table with me, free talk time too."

"Oh thank you Sir," Deanne said as the two of them rose and collected their
meals. "I am starving after all that happened this morning. So Melissa tell me,
how in the hell did you end up leaving work and coming to stay with Matt, er
Sir?"

Melissa looked at me, I nodded my approval and while we ate Melissa told of her
first spanking with me and how it, and a second visit had changed her life. She
spoke of the growth and love of her submissive side and how I was training her
in the art of domination. Deanne listened intently, her eyes wide with amazement
when Melissa told of the test she had recently undergone at the Holiday Inn.

"Wow, that is an amazing story Melissa," Deanne said as they started to clear
the table, "I can tell how happy you are, so contented, not stressed like you
used to be all the time, congratulations to both of you."

"Thank you Deanne," I interrupted as I rose to my feet, "Alright, clean up here
and then both of you back to the dungeon, the dice is ready to roll again."

"Yes Sir." Both answered in unison as I left the room.

I returned to the dungeon and made some quick preparations for the afternoon.
Melissa and Deanne soon returned from the kitchen, Melissa smiling and excited,
Deanne looking a little wary of what would happen next.

I handed the dice to Deanne, "You can throw it Deanne, you need a four, five or
a six."

Deanne gulped as she took the dice in her hand, shook it a couple of times and
then rolled it onto the massage table.

"Three," I called out, "Another try Deanne."

Deanne rolled the dice again, "Shit it's a five," She said, "The fucking cage
for three hours."

"Make it three and a half hours after that foul language." I said as I grabbed
Deanne by the arm and pulled her over to the cage, "Or perhaps leave it at three
and we will wash your mouth out with soap and water?"

"I'm sorry Sir," Deanne spluttered as I pushed her down onto her hands and
knees, "Please not soap and water."

"Right three and a half it is," I said firmly as I opened the cage door, "Come
on Deanne, crawl in backwards and no talking. Melissa that includes you too."

Deanne sighed loudly as she backed herself into the cage and jumped as I let the
wire door clang shut in front of her face. Melissa brought a dog's bowl of clean
water and pushed it in for Deanne, then I locked the door.

I placed a chair sideways to the cage and sat down in front where Deanne could
see me if she raised her head into an uncomfortable position. Melissa knelt on
the floor beside my chair and we sat silently watching Deanne in the cage. I sat
stroking and kneading my subbie's neck and shoulders as the tension slowly built
in the room. I knew Deanne hated to be quiet and with us watching her the need
for speech would be even greater. After about fifteen minutes I tapped Melissa
on a shoulder and she looked up at me. My subbie's eyes lit up when she saw I
was pointing at my groin and she licked her lips in anticipation.

Melissa moved quickly to take up position on her knees between my legs. I lifted
my hips to allow her to pull my pants down with my underwear. She looked up into
my eyes and smiled. I know how much she loves to please me, how much she loves
to pleasure me with her mouth. I felt Melissa take my cock in her hand and
gently kiss the tip, her tongue softly pressing through her lips and touching
the slit at the end of my cock. I let out a soft moan and relaxed in her hands.
She moved one hand under and cupped my balls, gently squeezing and kneading, her
lips still softly kissing the
head of my hardening cock. She took the tip into her mouth and let her tongue
slide under the head, closing her eyes and sucking gently, slowly increasing the
pressure. I let out a moan and moved my hands to her hair as I looked over to
the cage at Deanne straining to watch every move. Melissa took her mouth off my
cock, moved up to gently kiss my lower stomach and then down to kiss the base of
my dick. She took my now hard cock in her hand and started to lick with her
entire tongue, all the way from the base. Slowly my subbie licked every inch and
I felt her tongue press on the underside of my cock, paying attention to every
sensitive area. I watched her, my hands gently on her head, feeling her tongue,
soft and warm on my cock.

Melissa moved down to my scrotum, pushing my cock up towards my stomach and her
attention to my balls. Her tongue licked every inch, changing the pressure by
gently using her entire tongue then pressing harder with the tip. I gripped her
head firmly knowing how much my subbie enjoys the control of my hands in her
hair. I felt her start to kiss my balls, softly with her lips then sucking
gently and quickly on small sections. I gripped her head harder, letting my
lovely cocksucker know silently what I wanted while I looked over at Deanne. I
felt Melissa instantly take one of my testicles
in her mouth and begin to suck as she moved her hand up to my cock, stroking
gently. She began to suck harder and I could feel her moaning softly with my
ball stuffed in her mouth. I moaned and rubbed her hair with my hands while
controlling her head. She changed the pressure from sucking hard then lightly
then back to harder, teasing me a bit but knowing how much I love my balls in
her mouth.

Melissa took her mouth off my scrotum and looked into my eyes, smiled and then
took the head of my cock in her mouth, quickly sucking hard. I let out a loud
moan as Melissa's tongue slipped under my cock and I felt her mouth start to
move down my hard shaft. I could feel her moaning constantly now as my subbie
started to take my cock deeper into her mouth. My cock pressed against the back
of her throat as I pressed my hands on the back of her head. I felt her moan, as
she closed her eyes and relaxed. Then my cock slid down into her throat, as she
looked up into my eyes and let out a low, deep moan. She started to slide her
head up and down, feeling my cock deep in the back of her throat. My hands
gripped her hair as I felt my orgasm building. I could feel Melissa moaning,
almost humming, sucking harder now on my dick. She looked up at me, I could see
the appreciation in her eyes, the obedience and the adoration as she focused
back on my cock and took me deep. I felt her hand move back to my balls, gently
squeezing again. I was ready to cum as I gripped her head tightly in both my
hands, bucking my hips and shoving my cock hard down my subbies throat. I
orgasmed hard in her mouth and she moaned as she moved both of her hands to my
legs and gripped tightly. Her throat contracted as she swallowed everything,
milking me dry.

I looked over at the cage for a moment, seeing Deanne watching us, wide-eyed and
breathing hard. I loosened my grip on Melissa and stroked her head gently as she
continued to suck my cock, much more gently now. My subbie looked up at me,
taking my cock from her mouth and kissing the tip. Her tongue then slid up and
down my shaft, like before but with a different purpose. She cleaned my cock
with sensuous kisses, licking every inch, kissing the tip every so often. I
watched her as she moved her head down to my balls, licking every inch again.
Melissa took my cock in hand, moved her head up, kissed the tip and sat back on
her knees, her butt on her heels, hands at her side, looking at me, waiting for
my next instructions.

"Absolutely excellence as usual Melissa," I said, smiling down at my radiant
subbie.

"Thank you Sir, it's always a pleasure."

I stood and Melissa pulled my pants back up and fastened the belt. I held out my
hand to Melissa, helping her to her feet and leading her from the dungeon.
Together we went to the living room where we could keep an eye on Deanne with
the closed circuit television. I could see that Melissa was itching to talk
about Deanne but she remained quiet, sitting at my feet as we silently rested.

Deanne had been in the cage for an hour when I surprised Melissa by taking her
back to the dungeon.

As we walked in I said, "You can come out Deanne, I think you have the idea of
what time in the cage means by now. If you behave yourself for the rest of the
day I'll suspend the remaining time for good behavior."

Deanne gave me a "smart bastard" look as she crawled stiffly from the cage but
she remained silent. Melissa assisted Deanne to her feet and led her over to the
massage table. Deanne laid flat and had her stiff muscles stretched and massaged
by Melissa. When I was satisfied that she was loose enough I walked over,
throwing and catching the dice in one hand.

I smiled and said, "Ok Deanne you need a four for clothespins or a six for
sensory deprivation to decide your next test. Both of you may speak now if you
wish."

Deanne took a deep breath, then said sarcastically "A four or a six, wow I can
hardly wait to find out what happens next. Goody, goody gumdrops, Sir."

I heard Melissa wince because she knew from past experience that I would not
stand for smart talk like that.

"Right, that's enough of the smart sarcasm, you don't get to decide." I said
firmly, pushing Deanne back down on the table and holding her tightly. "Melissa,
secure Deanne's wrists and ankles again, then get the equipment for the sensory
deprivation. It's time Ms society girl was brought down a peg or two once
again."

Deanne fought weakly against my firm grip and looked furiously at me. "What if I
use the safe word?" she spat at me.

"Then we release you and you go home Deanne, is that what you really want? Think
about it before you answer."

Deanne bit her bottom lip, still fighting against my hold. I let go and stood
looking down at her. Her breasts were rising and falling as she sucked in air
but she stayed on the table. Slowly she relaxed and sank back onto the table,
giving her answer to me by moving her arms and legs into position to be secured.

Melissa unsuccessfully tried to hide a small smile as she quickly fastened
Deanne's wrists and ankles back in place once again. Deanne moaned as I slipped
a black blindfold over her eyes and a tremor ran through her body as headphones
were placed over her ears by Melissa.

"That's about right Mistress Melissa," I said as I watched the noise meter as my
subbie adjusted the volume of the music to the headphones.

"Mistress Melissa!" Oh thank you Sir," She said with a broad smile.

"You are doing well my pet, now let's see how much fun we can have with your old
friend." I replied, "Why don't you try the feathers first?"

Melissa grinned, grabbed the feathers and started running the tips up and down
Deanne's smooth skin. Deanne gritted her teeth and tried not to giggle as
Melissa teased her mercilessly. Melissa watched as I picked up two thin strands
of leather and held them over Deanne's breasts.

"Yikes!!!! That stings!!" Deanne screamed as I whipped the leather strands over
her breasts. I continued this treatment, leaving thin red lines across the white
skin as I motioned to Melissa to go to the small refrigerator.

Melissa went to the freezer and pulled out an old favorite of mine and hers, the
frozen condom. She always kept a good supply of the dildos that were frozen
after tying a knot in the end of the water filled condom.

I kept whipping Deanne's breasts and inner thighs as her pussy lips were spread
by Melissa who then teased the clitoris with the tip of the hard ice. Deanne's
body jerked and she screamed loudly as Melissa suddenly rammed the ice-cold dick
into the depths of our captive's cunt.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh God Matt, oh shit what's that?" Deanne yelled. "Fuck it's so cold!"

I nodded approval to Melissa who started to fuck her old friend with the frozen
dildo. Deanne continued to moan and scream obscenities as my very happy subbie
continued to assist me. Slowly the ice was melted by Deanne's body heat and the
water sloshed around in the dildo as Melissa stopped and left it in Deanne's
pussy.

Suddenly Deanne's body arched against the securing ties as she orgasmed for the
first time that afternoon. Melissa grabbed a small vibrator that had been
pre-lubed and eased it into Deanne's arse hole. The quiet buzz of the vibrator
added to Deanne's moans as Melissa gently fucked her friend's anus. I was
pleased to see Melissa bend her head down onto Deanne's pussy and start to tease
the clit with the tip of her tongue.

"Yeeeessssssssssss!" Once again Deanne's body shook with pleasure as she
screamed out with lust.

Melissa looked at me for guidance and I passed her a large vibrator to replace
the now liquid condom in Deanne's vagina. Deanne moaned as Melissa slowly and
carefully withdrew the sticky dildo.

"Sir, I think this needs cleaning don't you?" Melissa asked.

"Great idea Mistress, put it in her mouth." I replied with a laugh. Melissa was
really getting into the swing of things now and obviously enjoying her new
power.

Deanne spluttered as Melissa lay the floppy, sticky water filled condom onto her
mouth. Deanne shook her head from side to side trying to avoid the unusual taste
so Melissa quickly slapped her face a couple of times.

"Fuck, don't you slap me Melissa, mmmmmfffgghhhh," Deanne's little outburst was
soon silenced as Melissa forced the sloppy dildo into her mouth. Unfortunately
Deanne bit too hard and tore a hole in the condom so she was soon choking with a
mouthful of cold water. Melissa laughed as she threw the condom away and helped
the spluttering Deanne regain her breath.

I applied a little lube to the large vibrator and started to ease it slowly into
Deanne's vagina. It was a very tight fit and soon had Deanne's full attention as
I switched it on to low vibrations. She was moaning loudly from the sensations
in her pussy and yelped as Melissa bent over and started to bite Deanne's
nipples. When the large vibrator had completely filled Deanne's pussy I
gradually increased the revolutions and she soon shook with another orgasm. I
pulled Melissa away from Deanne and we stood arm in arm watching our moaning
captive quiver with pleasure.

I kissed Melissa and said, "Do you think Deanne would like to visit the Club for
dinner tonight with us? I think she would be a sensation with her shaven head."

"Oh Master that would be wonderful. I wonder if she would obey you in public
like she does most of the time in private?" Melissa laughed a she kissed me
again.

"Well we will see my subbie, or should that be Mistress Melissa?" I replied with
a laugh.

"Sir, I will always be your subbie, no matter what happens in the future,"
Melissa said as she dropped to her knees and kissed my boots.

Melissa winced as I grabbed an ear and pulled her back to her feet. "Thank you
my subbie, you are very special to me. I think it's time for Deanne to come back
to reality for a while, don't you?"

Melissa smiled and nodded at me, moving to remove the two vibrators from Deanne.
I started to release the wrist and ankle ropes while Melissa slipped off the
headphones and blindfold. Small tremors of pleasure continued to run through
Deanne's body as Melissa wiped her down with a towel. Deanne lay on the table,
looking daggers at me and panting to regain her breath.

I nodded at her, "You can speak if you want to Deanne."

"Fuck, I don't know what to say," Deanne said with a wry smile. "I've never been
through anything like that before. It was scary, frightening at times really.
But those cums, oh wow, fucking amazing. Please can I have a rest before my last
test?"

"Of course Deanne, time to rest and clean up. Melissa will help you to the
bathroom and she will get you a drink too. You will be a bit dehydrated after
perspiring so much on the table. Back here in thirty minutes girls. Melissa I
want Deanne secured back in the gyno chair when I get here."

I turned and left the room, moving to my little office to phone The Club to make
reservations for the evening. I could hear the girls chattering and laughing and
thought that both of them would probably not be quite so happy if they knew what
I had in mind for our next little session.

Exactly thirty minutes later I walked into the dungeon to find Deanne in the
chair but not secured. Melissa glanced at me with a worried expression, as she
knew of my penchant for punctuality.

"Not good enough Melissa, and you know why."

"I'm sorry Sir," Melissa whispered as she hurried to secure the straps holding
Deanne to the chair.

"It was my fault," Deanne butted in.

"Shut up both of you, I don't want any schoolgirl bullshit. Melissa get me my
favorite cane and bend over the table."

Melissa hurried to fetch the cane and without question took up her required
position. Her beautiful arse cheeks shone as I tapped the end of the cane
against them. I knew I could easily cane Melissa to an orgasm but that was not
my intent. I glanced at Deanne who was watching intently, she had felt the cane
but had never before watched it being administered.

Six times the cane swished through the air leaving criss cross red marks on
Melissa's flesh. She received the punishment with hardly a murmur but when I
told her to stand she was biting her lip and a couple of tears rolled down her
cheeks. She stood straight, eyed downcast to the floor, knowing that she had
done wrong in front of company. I gave her the cane to be put back on the pegs
and moved over to a chest of drawers. From the top drawer I took six clothes
pins and some strong thin cord.

Standing in front of an apprehensive looking Deanne I held up the pins and cord.
I motioned to Melissa to come and stand and assist me. Close inspection of the
cord revealed two identical lengths of about three feet. I had attached three
clothespins side by side at the end of each length of cord.

"Right Deanne and Melissa watch carefully. I am using you as a guinea pig
Deanne. I have never done this before but I saw it on a BDSM video a few nights
ago at Master David's and the effect at the end was sensational." I knelt down
in front of Deanne's shaven pussy with the clothespins in a hand while handing
Melissa the free ends of the two cords. "Hold these up Melissa."

"Yes Master." Melissa, ever alert after the punishment, promptly took hold of
the cords.

My fingers played with Deanne's pussy playing particular attention to the labia.
I pulled the left labia free and attached three clothespins to the pink flesh.
Deanne moaned as each clothespin settled into place, her eyes wide as she began
to understand what I was doing. Melissa held that piece of cord aside as I
attached the remaining three clothespins to Deanne's right labia. I stood and Ms
Society Girl gasped with the pain the clothespins were causing as Melissa handed
me the cords. I wrapped the free ends of the cords around my right hand and took
up the slack. The twin lengths of cord were now tight between the clothespins
and my hand.

I heard Melissa whisper "oh shit" as Deanne moaned loudly, both girls fully
aware of what was to happen next.

"Ready Deanne? I asked.

"Oh my god, yes Sir," Deanne stuttered as a shiver went through her body.

I stood motionless, slowly counting to thirty under my breath, building the
tension as Deanne braced herself for the coming shock.

"Aiiiieeeeeee!" Deanne screamed as I suddenly jerked my hand back and the
clothespins were yanked from her labia.

Deanne's body arched against her bonds as an intense orgasm suddenly swept
through her body. She fell back into the chair moaning and gasping for breath as
multiple orgasms continued to shake her sweating torso. Her hard-nippled breasts
heaved as she sucked in air and beads of perspiration fell from her brow.

"Oohhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkk," Deanne moaned as she continued to
feel sharp little orgasms.

I looked at Melissa who was watching with wide eyes. "Don't put these away, I
will try them on you tomorrow," I said as I handed the cords and pins to her.

"Yes Sir, ohhhhhh that will be wonderful," She replied with a bright smile.

"Right Melissa, release Deanne and both of you report to the living room within
ten minutes."

"Yes Sir," they replied in unison as I turned and strode from the room.

Naturally the two girls were kneeling, eyes to the floor at my feet within the
allotted time.

"Eyes up Melissa and Deanne. Free talk time, how do you feel Deanne?"

Deanne looked at me and smiled, "Well Sir, my head is still spinning after that
last effort of yours. That was the most powerful orgasm I have ever had, just
amazing. It's been a wonderful day, but it will take some time for me to come to
grips with all that has happened."

"Well just relax and let it sink in Deanne," I replied. "It has been a very
intense and emotional day for you, but one I think you will look back on with
pleasure. Melissa, any comments?"

"Master it was a pleasure to assist you today and you were right to punish me. I
had a great time playing Mistress but I know I still have many things to learn."

"Melissa you will never stop learning about the lifestyle, as I constantly learn
more things about different people." I caught myself and continued, "But now is
not the time for a lecture. It's just after five o'clock, go and rest and get
ready to go out for dinner at six thirty. I want you both in thongs with short
skirts, tight tops and no bras, and no wig for you tonight Deanne."

"No wig?" Deanne, "You want me to go out for dinner bald headed? No way Matt, no
fucking way."

I jumped up from my chair, grabbed Deanne and pushed her face down over the arm
of the chair.

"Melissa get me a crop, quickly! Deanne you will learn not to speak to me like
that. I am a reasonable and caring man but I will not take crap talk like that
from you."

Melissa placed a crop in my hand and I brought it down hard across Deanne's
arse.

"Yaaaaaah, oh no more please!"

"Crack, crack, crack, crack!" Four red marks formed across the white skin.

"Owwwwwwwww, please Sir no more, I apologize, I'm sorry, so sorry," Deanne
sobbed.

I pulled Deanne to her feet and held her by the shoulders, "Right Deanne, no
wig, understand?"

Deanne nodded her agreement and I gave her a hug, signaling Melissa to join us.
As we stood in a group hug I said, "Ok girls, the rest of the night will be fun,
off you go and get ready, see you here at six thirty sharp, or else!"

The girls giggled and Melissa led Deanne off to her room to do all the girl
things necessary for a dinner night out. I went and had a quick shower,
unusually washing myself, and changed into my leather slacks and black shirt.
Then I went out into the back yard and collected a couple of items that I hoped
would be useful later that night.

I relaxed in the living room with a VB and was not surprised when the girls came
back five minutes early.

"Wow girls, you both look stunning," I said as I rose to my feet. I kissed
Melissa and she blushed, then I kissed Deanne and said, "The bald look looks
great Deanne, you will be the envy of many and nobody will recognize you, I will
call you DD tonight, ok, lets go girls."

With a sexy subbie on each of my arms we walked the short distance to The Club.
From the outside it looked fairly nondescript and John the large doorman made
sure that any unsuitable patrons were not admitted. He grinned in recognition
while his eyes swept over my two lovely companions.

As we entered into the softly lit interior of the club I heard Deanne gasp
quietly 'oh my god' as she saw the stage with the BDSM equipment on display. She
managed to remain silent as we were shown to my usual table with all the eyes in
the room on my two subbies.

We sat and I ordered drinks while the girls looked over the menu.

The girls sat quietly, their eyes downcast to the menus so I said, "Come on
girls, its free speech tonight, what do you fancy Melissa?"

"Six clothespins please Master," She replied and burst out laughing as did
Deanne.

I laughed, "Tomorrow my subbie, I promise. I guess you will have your usual
dinner?"

"Yes thank you Sir," Melissa smiled, "Come on DD, the chef is excellent here,
make up your mind, you must be starving."

Deanne put the menu down, looked at me and said, "Sir, I will ask you to select
for me. You have chosen so well for me today I will put my choice in your
hands."

"Thank you DD, I do think you are slowly learning what giving up control is all
about."

I waved to the red-haired waitress who came to take the order. "Hi Red, I'd like
you meet DD, a friend of mine and Melissa's."

"Hello Master Matt, nice to meet you DD," Red said with a smile, "May I say that
your bald look is great, I'm green with envy, and I'm not the only one in the
room with those feelings."

Deanne beamed, "Thank you Red, nice to meet you too."

"Ok, don't carry on too much Red, the girls and I are starving. I'll have my
usual steak and my girls will have chicken pasta and salad."

Red curtsied, "Yes Sir, I'll get chef to go and kill the bull." With a giggle
she quickly moved out of range of my hand and went out to the kitchen.

The three of us sipped on our drinks and chatted about our day in the dungeon.
Deanne kept glancing around the room, occasionally shaking her head at some of
the outfits and appearance of the other diners. Many smiled at her as they
caught her looking and a couple rubbed their heads and nodded their appreciation
of her bald look.

"Relax DD," I said, "I know some of these people may look a little weird but
most of them are really nice people. Unlike you, ha ha, they let their hair down
when they come here." Deanne gave me a mock glare at my little joke. "They are
all into BDSM in some way or another, from the novices to the hard core
masochists. Like clubs of many types, the members are a great mix of
personalities and from different social levels."

"I'm fine thanks Master," Deanne replied, "I do feel relaxed as I should after
today, it's just all new to me and so different to any club I have ever been in
before. And I do like my nickname, DD, its good."

Melissa leant over and gave Deanne a kiss on the cheek causing Deanne to blush
bright red. We chatted and laughed until Red arrived with our order. Our hunger
after a busy day stopped the talk as we ate the tasty meal.

"Dessert Melissa and DD?" I asked after we had completed the main course. "You
can have anything from a cherry popsicle to sticky date pudding or ice cream
with maple syrup. As Melissa knows my personal favorite is the Toblerone
chocolate cheesecake, but this time it's your choice. Or you can have cheese and
crackers, they have a great Camembert cheese, and the Jindi Brie from Australia
was voted best in the world."

"Well I think I've had enough ice cold fillings for today," Deanne said with a
laugh, "I love anything sticky so I'll try the date pudding, and no jokes about
being dated please."

Melissa and I laughed and Melissa asked Red for her favorite, the chocolate
mousse. The desserts were delicious and the evening continued enjoyably for the
three of us.

Deanne was great company and told Melissa and I of how she had conned the
'lovely' elderly judge presiding over her divorce settlement. We were roaring
with laughter as Deanne described the judge's breast fetish. "He couldn't keep
his eyes off my breasts in court so when I tearfully asked to see him in private
he was quick to agree. Amazingly, my blouse became unbuttoned and the judge had
a real eyeful which soon became a couple of handfuls, he really was a dear!"

As we were finishing our coffees the lights suddenly dimmed and the club
president appeared on the brightly-lit stage. After thanking everyone for
attending he turned his attention to our table. "And a special welcome to Master
Matt and his special guest, the lovely DD, we hope you have enjoyed yourself DD
and come back to see us again."

Deanne blushed bright red and gazed down at the tablecloth. I stood and smiled
our thanks while reaching down and taking Deanne's hand to pull her to her feet.
A look of fear came into her eyes as she realized I wanted to take her onto the
stage. The patrons began to clap as I leant close to Deanne and whispered, "Do
as I tell you and come with me, now!"

Deanne gave a long sigh and reluctantly allowed herself to be led up the steps
onto the stage. She stood red faced, looking down at the floor as I spoke into
the microphone.

"Thanks you ladies and gentlemen, dominants and submissives, and of course the
switches too." I said with a glance and smile at Melissa. "It has been my great
pleasure to undertake the training of DD, a very sassy brat who for too long has
had her own way with everything, and I mean everything. Up until recently she
has always been able to twist everyone around her little finger, if DD said
'jump' the answer would be 'how high?'. But then after talking to Melissa
earlier this year DD realized that she has a strong need to be controlled and
I'm proud to say that she is learning the lessons very quickly."

Deanne looked up and smiled as the audience clapped once again. I motioned
Melissa to come up on the stage and she quickly obeyed, standing close beside
Deanne.

"But now," I continued, "And this is a complete surprise to her, I am going to
continue DD's training right here for all of you to see. Yes, you can tell by
the expression on her face that this is a complete surprise for the lovely DD
and Melissa will assist me. Come with us DD, just over here."

Deanne moaned as Melissa and I led her over to a padded spanking horse. "Please
nooooooo," she whispered to us, "Not in front of all these strangers."

My grip was firm as I stood Deanne with her back to the very attentive audience.
Quietly I said, "Deanne, you wanted to be controlled, let yourself go, trust me
like you have before, you won't regret it."

"Get down DD," Melissa surprised me once again by grabbing Deanne by the back of
the neck and pushing her down over the right hand side of the spanking horse.

Deanne moaned loudly but did not fight back and I knew that she had made another
breakthrough. As we settled Deanne into position I reached down and lifted her
short skirt up and over her back. My next surprise was Melissa bending over the
horse on the left of Deanne. My amazing subbie reached back, pulled her own
skirt up off her lovely arse and then placed her right arm over Deanne's back.
The audience and I were now gazing at two delightful bottoms both bearing some
marks that I had made earlier in the day.

I walked over to a rack and selected a long wide leather strap and a table
tennis bat. Standing to one side so the audience could see I started by warming
up the girls with the bat. Aware of the punishments both girls had endured only
a few hours ago I commenced softly, making sure that I covered all four
buttocks. Slowly I increased the force of the swats, alternating from buttock to
buttock so that both had an equal share. The girls now started to verbalize the
sting the bat was leaving and the 'ouches, oooohs and ahhhhs' could be heard by
all in the club.

After replacing the bat in the rack I bent down and whispered to the girls. "I
know you are both very turned on right now, neither of you are to orgasm until I
give permission, understand?"

Melissa just nodded while Deanne whispered, "You've gotta be fucking joking!"

"You can do it Deanne," Melissa whispered back, "Just hold on, do it for me and
our Master."

Deanne sucked air noisily into her lungs, "Shit Melissa, ok, ok, I'll try, just
get on with it Matt, oh god I mean Sir."

Once again I took up my stance with the leather belt in my hand. I flicked it a
couple of times to make sure I had the correct range, then raised the belt and
swatted it across both arses at the same time.

"Owwwww," Both girls yelled in unison.

Time after time the leather cracked across the glowing cheeks of my two subbies
and each time their cries echoed around the club. Bright red lines and some
welts formed as the pink skin bounced each time the strap landed.

I noticed Melissa's arm pulling Deanne closer giving her emotional support to
survive her first public thrashing.

The loud cries of pain from both told me that the girls had just about had
enough so I threw the strap aside and turned to the audience. The girls were
moaning as I raised my finger to my mouth instructing the audience to remain
silent.

I reached into a pocket and pulled out a sealed plastic bag containing four
halves of large lemons that I had taken from the tree at home. Taking half a
lemon in each hand I stood close between both girls and squeezed a few drops of
juice onto each of their red cheeks. Deanne and Melissa both cried out as the
sour liquid hit the red welts.

"CUM GIRLS" I cried out as I whacked the lemon halves on each girl's arse and
rubbed hard.

Melissa and Deanne shrieked loudly with the pain and suddenly both of them
orgasmed together, their bodies shuddering madly over the spanking horse. I
moved around behind the girls allowing the audience a clear view of the action.

Stroking their backs I whispered to the moaning girls, giving them instructions
as they slowly calmed down. "Fantastic my subbies, when you feel both feel
capable of standing nod your heads and I will give instructions."

"Yes Sir," Both girls whispered as their lungs sucked in much needed air.

After a few more minutes both girls nodded and once again I took the microphone.

"Melissa and DD, stand, come here and take a bow."

The girls pushed themselves off the spanking horse, turned and hand in hand
walked then few steps to the front of the stage. The audience rose, clapping and
cheering as my two embarrassed subbies took a bow. I gave them both a hug and we
returned to our table.

"Master, permission for us to use the bathroom?" Melissa asked before we sat.

"Of course girls, off you go," I said marveling at the inability of any female
to go to the toilet alone when there was more than one present.

The girls wound their way between the tables accepting the congratulations of
the patrons as they passed each group. I chatted to a few friends and sipped on
a nice glass of port thoughtfully provided by the lovely and ever-cheeky Red.
When the two giggling subbies returned my suggestion that we go home was greeted
with tired but happy smiles of agreement.

We said our good-byes at the club and walked home slowly in silence, each of us
immersed in our own thoughts.

After Melissa closed and locked the front door we stood in the hall and again I
drew the girls into a group hug.

"DD, I don't think you should drive home tonight, you take the guest room."

"Yes Sir, I do feel absolutely stuffed at the moment, thank you, you offer is
most welcome." Deanne said with a tired sigh. "It has been an amazing day and I
would like to discuss some of it with you in the morning if I may. And Sir, I
love being called DD, it's almost like another persona for me."

"Of course DD, see you in the morning," I said as I kissed her on the cheek,
"The guest room is second on the left, Melissa has put your bag in there,
goodnight."

"Goodnight Sir and thank you again," Deanne laughed as she returned my kiss and
then kissed Melissa full on the mouth, "And goodnight Mistress Melissa my old
friend, I will see you both in the morning."

Deanne turned and as she walked away we could hear her mutter, "I hope my bald
head doesn't slip off the pillow all night."

Melissa and I laughed as we kissed and said goodnight.

"It was a wonderful day Master, thank you for your training and your belief in
me," She said as she looked into my eyes, "I love you so much, goodnight."

"I love you too my subbie, you were very good today, sleep well my pet."

I resisted the temptation to pull my subbie into my bedroom; we were both weary
after a long day. I turned Melissa on her way and spanked her arse as she
giggled and scuttled away to her bedroom. I was soon in bed and slept soundly
until awoken by noises from the kitchen.

After a quick trip to the toilet I slipped back into bed, pulled the covers back
over myself and feigned sleep. Ten minutes or so later there was a quiet knock
on the door that I ignored, and then the door opened. I heard suppressed
giggling with a rattle of crockery and then I felt a hand shaking my shoulder.

"Master, wake up Master, its breakfast time." Melissa called quietly.

I pretended to wake up, yawning and rolling over to be greeted by a beautiful
sight. Deanne and Melissa were holding a breakfast tray with orange juice, bacon
and eggs, toast and freshly brewed tea; both of them were wearing nothing but a
smile.

I sat up and accepted the tray. "What a lovely thought Melissa and DD, thank
you. Have the two of you had breakfast?"

"Our pleasure Master after all you did us yesterday," Melissa replied, "And yes,
we ate earlier while you were sleeping in., thank you Sir."

Both girls knelt on the carpet and I encouraged Deanne to talk over her
experiences of yesterday while I ate my breakfast. She enthusiastically
recounted how she felt about each part of her time in the dungeon and at the
club.

When I had finished eating and Deanne had stopped to draw breath; Melissa rose
and took the tray off my lap.

"Master," she said with a wicked grin as she pulled the covers off my nude body,
"DD and I would like to pleasure you now to thank you for your guidance and
love."

I grinned and spread my arms out wide as an invitation for both of them to join
me on the bed. And so I leave you dear reader with a smile on my face, my cock
in DD's mouth and Melissa kissing me deeply, ah bliss!

The End?