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8
They got out of the car, and Johnny looked Tammi over. He cupped her chin lightly and tilted her face to his.
"You will stand up straight, shoulders back, chin up, eyes down, keep your hands behind you, gripping your elbows, and if I point to the floor, you're to kneel next to me. Stay one step behind me and to the right. Can you remember all that?"
"Yes, Master," Tammi replied, not really knowing if she could or not, but figured it was best to try.
Johnny smiled and kissed her, and began walking towards the shop.
Tammi watched him walk and quickly clasped her elbows behind her back and straightened herself, taking mental note of his steps so she could try and stay at the proper pace.
She had glanced around when they had first pulled into the gravel parking lot, and there was only one other car here. The shop was out of the way on a side road, there was nothing else around. Tammi glanced around again now, looking for some other sign of civilization, Johnny wouldn't leave me here, would he? Her mind suddenly asked and for a minute she almost panicked and ran back to the car. Instead, she gripped her elbows tighter, bit her tongue and concentrated on what she was supposed to be doing; straightening her shoulders, imagining her back against a board, and tilting her hips forward, so as to keep her entire body as straight as she could.
Johnny held the door for her, and Tammi was shocked to see, a girl not much older than she was standing by the front door. Her hands were bound in front of her, fairly tightly, looking down she saw the chain between her legs hobbling her. She was wearing a leather mini skirt, and matching halter top, and she gazed up at Johnny reverently when he walked through the door behind Tammi.
"Hello, Johnny!" she almost screamed, "So good to see you again, Sir." She was grinning from ear to ear.
"Hello chris, nice to see you too. Did you go and get yourself in trouble again?"
"Oh no, this is for Master's pleasure," she rolled her eyes slightly when she held up her arms.
"Better watch that attitude," Johnny commented quietly.
Chris's eyes suddenly became dish plates, she ran across the room to a doorway in the back and quickly knelt by it, but not before she shook her head at Johnny, begging him silently not to tell whoever was coming of the transgression.
Johnny pointed to the floor next to his leg, and Tammi knelt, spreading her knees wide, and blushing furiously as she felt the cold draft on her hot sex.
Johnny smiled quietly at her, and waited patiently.
A few seconds went by and Tammi could just barely make out a pair of boots coming up the stairs from beyond the doorway. It was a large man, wearing black motorcycle boots, and stained jeans.
He looked down at chris and snapped his fingers at her; she immediately fell in behind him, crawling on her knees, as her hands, bound as they were, were completely useless.
"Johnny," he had a gruff voice, but when he reached out to shake Johnny's hand, he took it and clapped him on the back roughly.
"Long time, how you been? And my goodness no wonder, you've been busy," He laughed looking down at Tammi.
"You remember me telling you about my wife," Johnny said and curled his finger upward motioning Tammi to stand.
Tammi rose from her knees a little awkwardly, which chris apparently found comical as she giggled, Tammi blushed furiously and fixed the bound girl with a wicked stare.
"Well it appears these two will get along," the other man said looking down at Chris.
"Chris, Tammi, Tammi, Chris," Johnny said quickly, "Tammi this is an old friend of mine, Darren."
"Nice to finally meet you Tammi," He said looking her up and down, this made Tammi more than a little uncomfortable, like he was undressing her with his eyes.
"Likewise, Sir," she replied, she shifted her eyes slightly to Johnny to make sure she was being proper, and Johnny barely nodded back.
"Still training?" Darren asked Johnny.
Johnny pointed downwards again and Tammi took a step backwards and knelt at his feet, grateful to be close to him again, this place was strange.
Thoughts ran through her mind while the men talked, how long had he been coming here? What for? Why hadn't he brought her? Was he embarrassed by her? What was this? Her mind was reeling and she was confused, and on the brink of tears when she heard Johnny speak quietly to Darren.
"You may want to have someone watching Christina more closely, the girl apparently has complaints," Johnny chuckled softly at this, but Darren found it no laughing matter.
Chris's eyes got huge, as Darren turned and fixed her with an icy stare, "No, Master, no complaints." She responded quickly.
"So you're saying that Johnny is a liar?" He thundered.
"NO!" she screamed, and then realized her mistake, "Forgive me, Sir," she said looking at Johnny and then turned her attention to Darren, she crawled on her knees over to him and leaned her head on his legs, "My hands were starting to get sore, and my knees as well, and I rolled my eyes when I mentioned the uselessness of my hands when responding to a question from Johnny. Please, forgive me Master."
Tammi could see she was almost crying and felt horrible for her, surely she would be forgiven, it was small, but Tammi was about to learn the difference between Masters, and what punishments were like for a fully trained slave who willfully talked down in regards to her owner.
Darren turned to Johnny, "Would you and your slave care to participate in this round?" Darren smiled down at Christina who apparently had a good idea of what was to come.
Johnny glanced down at Tammi and thought a moment, "it would probably be good for her, let me explain some things first and we'll join you downstairs in a minute."
Darren smiled, "Wonderful, we'll see you both in a minute." Then turning to Chris he snapped his fingers again, and when she started to crawl behind him, he grabbed a fistful of hair and half dragged her with him.
"Tammi," Johnny said, snapping her attention back to him, "Darren and chris have been together for quite awhile. When I met Darren five years ago, they were together then, and chris had already been out of training for awhile. Now, I'm not sure how hard he'll be on her, but keep in mind she is his, you will not speak out of turn, and you will be respectful. Also, chris can endure a lot more, because she's not as new to the scene as you are, Darren would never seriously hurt her, and she has consented to this, regardless of how it looks. Understand?"
Tammi, took all this in, and looked at Johnny, "Yes, Master," she said, confident she could keep herself in check.
"Downstairs is a play room, or a dungeon, depending on what you call it. Darren's rules are simple, when there you're done as you're told, you speak only when spoken to, stay on your knees at all times, and any and all Dom/mes that enter are spoken to with respect, either Sir or Ma'am. There's no one else here today, so you will address Darren as Sir, and myself as Master, do not address chris, if she speaks to you hold your tongue."
Tammi nodded.
Johnny pointed to the floor once again and Tammi sank to her knees, Johnny grabbed a handful of her hair and tilted her face up to his, bending down to kiss her, he whispered in her ear, "Make me proud."
Johnny walked to the doorway, and Tammi crawled behind, but when she got to the stairs, she looked at Johnny, he whispered low to her ear, "Go down backwards," and smiled at her.
Tammi smiled back, and turned around crawling down the stairs backwards counting them in her head; it was something she did whenever she took stairs.
Johnny smiled at her again when she reached the bottom and she looked around.
There were all sorts of things down here, most of the furniture was homemade, and there was a rack on the wall, similar to the one at home in their closet with toys all over it. Tammi was still glancing around the room, when she caught site of chris.
She was over on the left side of the room, her legs were still hobbled but her hands had been placed in what looked like a huge sleeve that laced all the way up to her elbows. Tammi gasped a tiny bit and caught Johnny looking at her sternly. She lowered her head a bit, but kept her eyes on chris.
Darren was talking and Tammi listened intently.
"So now, you're telling people that having your hands bound is a chore, is it?" Darren asked sternly.
"Master, please that's not what I meant."
"Silence, slut!" Darren roared at her, " Your hands, hmmm. And I suppose now that your body is tired from all the kneeling and crawling, do your knees hurt?" He was emphasizing every your, and Tammi looked questioningly at Johnny.
Johnny looked down and shook his head at her, now was not the time for questions.
Chris looked absolutely miserable in her bondage, and yet, Tammi could see the juices dripping down her thighs. Tammi smiled slightly, knowingly.
Darren had walked over to the wall and picked up a flogger, Tammi winced at this remembering what those felt like.
He slowly and methodically began whipping chris, her inner thighs, her upper arms that weren't protected by the sleeve, her back, stomach and breasts. But it was her arms that took the worst of the punishment, all the while telling her of her infractions.
Chris was crying silently, and when he put a well placed swat on her exposed pussy she howled and begged him to stop.
"Chris if it's that difficult for you to bring me pleasure then maybe you're not who I thought you were," he said sadly, and Tammi thought she heard misery in his voice.
"No Master, please, that's not what I meant."
Tammi knew exactly what chris was feeling, she wanted to kneel at Darren's feet, hug him, have him hold her, to let her know that everything was okay.
"You've been acting out more and more lately, chris, you've forgotten."
Johnny apparently knew where this was going; he was shifting on his feet uncomfortably.
"Maybe it's been too long since your training, or maybe this isn't the life you wanted," Darren said looking at chris.
Chris began to sob helplessly, she looked at Tammi with daggers, she hated her for some reason and Tammi was taken aback.
"This has nothing to do with her, you brought it on yourself," Darren told her, turning her face to his. "I think we need to have a talk." He dropped the flogger to the floor and undid the bonds that held her, leaving her arms and legs completely free, she sank to her knees in front of him.
Darren walked over to Johnny, "I had an idea this was coming." He told Johnny, and Tammi thought he was going to cry.
"I'll give you a call later, I'm sure you'll figure it out." Johnny said clapping him on the back.
"You came here looking to buy something, let me get it all together for you."
"I'll get it we discussed this," Johnny pulled his wallet from his back pocket and gave Darren some bills. Tammi looked at the ground as soon as she saw the wallet.
Darren smiled at this, and looked at Tammi. He reached down and tilted her face to his, "You'll make a wonderful slave girl, just don't ever forget this time you two have together, it's important." He smiled gently and let go of her chin.
Tammi smiled back, but sadly, she felt bad for him.
"Later," Darren said stuffing the money into his jeans and clapping Johnny roughly on the back.
Johnny and Tammi went upstairs and Johnny grabbed a few things, one was a collar from behind the counter, and Tammi saw how beautiful it was. It was simple, yet Tammi thought about how it would feel around her neck and her knees got weak, she was thankful that she was already kneeling.
There were a few other items that Tammi didn't see, but she knew they were only for her benefit, so she didn't try to hunt through the bag. They walked out to the car, and Johnny flipped the open sign to closed as they left.
There was a somber attitude between them on the way home. Tammi didn't want to say anything to Johnny just then, although she hadn't understood much of what happened she did get the feeling that it was bad. She would ask him about it later.
"What do you say we hit a drive thru on the way home?" Johnny asked, suddenly.
Tammi nodded and smiled, but said nothing. It had been a confusing trip
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