Amy\'s Education

AMY’S EDUCATION -- PART SIX

THE EVALUATION

Clay really enjoyed seeing Amy nude; she had the perfect body at least that's the way he saw it. And, she knew her body and her attitude pleased her Master. She stayed in good condition; flexible, taut, firm, tanned without a bikini line, smooth, and well manicured. She was a willing, compliant, and erotic Sex Slave and an excellent pupil.

Clay understood Amy. He was a great Master for her. He did not let anyone near her that he did not know to be in good health; he did not want to take any chances with transmittable diseases. He did not engage in dangerous sex play with her and he was careful not to leave any long term marks on her soft skin; a white welt on a red ass here and there but no intentional bruising. He was gentle with her during her monthly period and did not press her to function sexually during that time. She trusted him and was confident that he knew her limits. And, there were darned few of them.

Amy accepted that Clay frequently insisted that she wear high heels for hours on end. She did not question his rules; in fact those rules gave her a sense of boundaries she felt she needed. She acquiesced easily to wearing revealing or sexy clothing in public. She understood that he liked seeing her wear a four inch, boned, laced, slave posture collar and was ready for additional corset training when he thought that was appropriate. She knew the discomfort of nipple clamps. She had experienced tight bondage such as being tied in a hog tie position; bowed back, hair pulled back to her ankles. All of his intentional torments were intended to keep her alert to her status of slave -- his erotic sex slave. She was content and loved him dearly.

She responded well to all manner of erotic dominance. She was now able to take his entire cock down her throat and suck him dry without loosing any of his cum. She was able to endure his punishments; whips, crops, floggers, and an occasional canning. She was a great student of feminine submission and read whatever she could get on the subject; most of which came from his extensive personal library. She was a student and internalized what she read.

Amy had spent many hours in contemplation while deprived of any outside stimulation encased in the “red coffin.” She used that time to come to the point where she could acknowledge to herself that there really was no doubt that she would not be able to handle her affairs -- study, work, interpersonal relationships -- nearly as competently if she had not given herself over to Clay completely. Submissiveness was part of who she was and this characteristic, as she had come to define it with Clay, had allowed her to become a more self actualized person.

After many hours of discussion, she found strength in her understanding that, in comparison to other women, she had a greater ability to sense subtle changes in the emotions of others, specifically Clay. She could easily sense when others were angry, sad, disappointed, or frustrated. She picked up easily on unspoken tensions and had a greater ability to adapt and adjust to changes around her. She felt she also had a greater capacity for devotion and service -- traits she felt were to be highly valued.

Based on her discussions, she had found inner peace in the belief that she had a deeper sense of belonging, trust and closeness than other women she knew. She felt confident she was better at experiencing intense happiness, knowing how to be at ease with her surroundings, and how to have an emotionally open relationship, specifically with Clay her teacher and lover. He had been very helpful in allowing her to gain insights regarding who she was and how she got to be that way. He gave her the confidence that she was a complete, normal, and competent woman.

While he was very satisfied with Amy and her ability to deal with her submissiveness, Clay was not sure how to handle Celia. Celia was coming to believe that she was in love with Dory and that she could only be happy when she was submissive to her. She did not have full time work after Big Al fired her from the Barn because of her declaration of love for Dory. Al didn’t want “no lesbian bimbo working for him.” Clay gave her a room at the mansion until she and Dory could work things out between them. Dory, for her part, was assuming a more dominant personality.

The business at “Etc.” was going very well. Amy was emerging as a shrewd business woman and was being recognized as a designer of erotic clothing with an emphasis on leather garments for women. She not only was doing a brisk business in the showroom, but also was taking phone and Internet orders. The merchandising, production, distribution, and back sales office were growing with each passing day. Amy had hired a room full of detailers, seamstresses, and floor supervisors. A bank of telephone operators was on duty 24/7. UPS trucks were pulling out of the loading docks full to capacity with the finished goods produced by Amy’s skilled staff.

Amy had promoted Dory to manager of sales who in turn had hired Gail to replace her in the showroom. Amy did not like the idea of hiring Gail for her company because of the relationship she had with Dory -- complicated things too much she reasoned not that Gail didn’t bring some baggage to the firm in her own right.

Gail had won the Hawaiian Tropic International beauty contest and had been her high school prom queen seven years earlier. She was five feet nine inches tall and a blond knock out if there ever was one. Her 34D bust and 22 ˝ waist turned heads everywhere she went. She too played tennis and Amy found her to be a good match. They played a very competitive game against each other. Gail soon discovered that Amy had a special submissive relationship with Clay and at one point confided in Amy that she had submissive leanings too. She felt she was crazy or at best very peculiar. Amy talked to Clay about Gail's ambivalent feelings and he decided to let her stew in her own juices for a while.

Amy’s first semester as a college junior studying fashion design went smoothly. Classes ended just before the Christmas holiday. She was carrying a B+ average.

Clay decided to take her back to his Doctor friend to have nipple ornaments inserted. Flo the nurse, had told them to come back to see her if they decided to change out the gold ring for another piece of nipple jewelry. Flo had made it clear that she had seen her share of pierced nipples and other feminine body parts. She showed Clay photos of various options available. He was interested in equipment by which he could increase the length of Amy’s already long nipples.

Flo showed him several sizes of surgical steel silver barbell-looking nipple pins ranging from small and light to big and heavy. The actual pin varied in thickness. The attached balls at either end also ranged in size and weight. One end of the pin held a ball as a permanent fixture. The pointy end slipped through the hole in the nipple and the other ball snapped onto the pointy end. Clay choose the small and dainty size pins and balls.

Flo also showed him several of the actual nipple stretching devices also made of surgical steel. The largest of the available pieces would have stretched any nipple over one half inch. Clay decided that would not have been erotic -- just too long for good taste. He choose a more modest stretcher that looked like a little cap with two prongs on top. The base had a hole in it that fit over the nipple. It had little protrusions that pressed into the aureole to keep the device from slipping. When the nipple was stretched out manually, the two prongs at the top of the device fit under the bar itself and against the sides of each bell. When tension on the nipple was released, the nipple could not return to its normal shape. In time it would be trained; over time it would stay enlarged.

After Amy had been was instructed on the proper care and positioning of the devices, Clay took Flo aside.

“Flo, it would seem that you know your way around the submissive lifestyle. Am I right?” He asked.

“Clay, truth be told, I’m a nurse by day and a dominatrix by night.” I have some men clients but mostly referrals to me come from men for training of their female partners. Are you all right with that?”

“Oh, sure. Does the Doc know?”

“For sure! Without giving away medical secrets, his wife is a client and he refers others to me as well. You can see that he leaves a lot of the so called hands-on work here to me.” She said with a smile.

“I may have a scheme in mind that will let you take your skills to the next level and make a ton of money to boot. I’ll get back with you when I’ve given my plan more thought.”

Flo was curious but thought better than to press Clay for details at that time.

Amy felt more than a tug when both nipple stretchers were in place. She was wet with desire as she usually was when Clay decided to play with her body. Her tight cotton blouse accentuated her newly enlarged nipples. Her tits were large to begin with but the added length of her nipples was impossible to ignore. She was proud of them; thrilled at the stares of onlookers and equally thrilled at the erotic sensations she had. She wondered if Clay would ever discipline her tits and nipples with the stretcher in place. She got even wetter with the intensity of that thought.

Amy was around the mansion quite a bit during the holiday period. She did a lot of design work for the business in the room overlooking the garden that Clay had previously set aside as her bedroom. She was now a permanent partner with him in his very elegant suite -- the “Master Suite”.

Clay insisted that Amy only wear a cut off tee shirt, very tight, high cut, over the ass shorts, and white platform, ankle strap, 4 inch high sandals, when she was around the mansion no matter who was in the house. The outfit emphasized the curves of her legs and tight ass. She knew he was trilled to show her off to his business partners now even more than ever because of her nipple stretching equipment. Her nipples were swollen and tender but she carried herself proudly, shoulders back, tits out, with dignity. She was only allowed to remove the stretchers at night.

The Christmas issue of the “Etc.” catalogue featured Gail as the model. She was stunning with her long legs, thin, well muscled core, narrow waist, and big tits. Amy’s designs were extraordinary -- sexy and appealing. Orders came in faster than they could manufacture them and the prices being charged for the erotic specialty items were higher than the named brands of Europe. Profits were out of sight. Everyone got thousands of dollars in bonuses and morale was sky high. Employees often took the catalogue with them wherever they went and bragged that they knew Gail.

Clay gave Amy a big blue sapphire ring for Christmas. The color of the stone matched her eyes. Amy was so touched she cried and kissed him passionately. She knew it was a risk for her to approach him but her action was spontaneous and welcomed. She gave of herself liberally during the season. She gave him exactly what he wanted; hot and often. He wondered to himself if he could stand up to her all consuming expressions of devotion and submissiveness.

The relationship between Dory and Celia was coming apart. While they had good lesbian sex, Dory was not satisfied that Celia was for her. Celia, for her part, felt Dory just plain felt superior to her and didn’t really appreciate who she was as a person. Perhaps there was even a bit of jealousy because Dory had hired Gail and was giving her a lot of personal time and attention.

Celia had been at the mansion for well over a month without much to do. She was attentive to the domestic chores of the place and learned the routine Bee had established. She took over for Bee in the kitchen from time-to-time and was feeling good about herself. In early January, Clay left a note for Celia indicating that he wanted to talk to her in his office the next morning.

Amy was there with Clay when Celia knocked at his office door. It was Clay’s plan to offer Celia the job of maid and cook for the mansion if she was willing to accept certain conditions. Clay would give Bee her freedom, a personal reference, and ten thousand dollars to get resettled if Celia accepted the job and the conditions that went with it.

Clay explained that as maid of the mansion, Celia would have to get him a full medical report to show she was not a health risk to anyone in the mansion. She would have to agree to put the needs of the mansion as her top priority day and night; her own interests would come last. She would wear a French maid outfit at all times while on duty and whatever other attire, or lack of it, he deemed appropriate. She would be punished for infractions related to professionalism, cleanliness, and attention to detail. She was to obey both him and Amy regarding matters of the household and would be called upon to provide occasional sexual services. She was not to have lovers in the mansion, enter the library, or use the pool without his permission. Her compensation and benefits were generous. Tuesday was her day off if she wanted it.

Bee was gone the next day. Professional movers helped her leave. A decorator refurbished her former quarters from ceiling to floor. Celia moved in with joy in her heart. She found a closet full of new clothing, appropriate to her job, in the closet.

Celia looked wonderful in the little maid outfit. Her legs were sheathed in fishnet hose with a seam in the back and she wore a three inch, closed toe, leather high heel shoe. Her waist was tucked firmly in a nice cinch bustier that pressed her tits upward and her nipples barley covered. When she presented herself on the first day of work Clay felt she made a nice appearance and would be a nice touch in the mansion -- certainly a vast improvement over Bee.

“Celia, you look very nice. I approve of your outfit and how you present yourself. Let’s see what Amy thinks.” Clay said.

“Well, she does look the darling doesn’t she,” said Amy. “With your permission, Master, I’d like to begin some waist training for her. Perhaps we could get what looks to be a 25 inch waist down three or four inches with some effort. With her slim hips and full tits she would be a sight to behold. I can easily design a set of corsets for her that would be attractive and flattering.

“Also, I’d suggest she wear a cunt plug from noon to nine each night. That would tend to remind her that she at least she isn’t in that awful chastity belt thing Big Al had her in all the time.”

“I am so thankful to be here I will do anything for you; either of you,” Celia said. “You have been so kind to me and made it easy for me to explore my sexuality. I used to dread being strung up in the woods and beaten by Big Al. He was brutal even for me; the pain slut that I am. Even when you fucked my ass in the woods, you were more gentle than he ever was. If I may, I’d like to call you “Sir” or “Mister Clay.” I know only Amy has the right to call you “Master” and I am jealous of her for that. And, again if it’s OK with you, I would be more comfortable referring to you as “Mistress” or Mistress Amy.”

Clay and Amy both nodded their agreement and a new relationship was born.

“I look forward to whatever waist training you have in mind for me Mistress. And one more thing, if I may, Sir, please know that it would be my honor if you were to ever wish to use my ass for your pleasure. And, Mistress, it again would be my honor and pleasure to service your body in any manner you and Sir Clay might desire.”

Celia, just to be sure that you understand that I can punish you as I see fit, I want you to fetch your five inch heels and return with several whips. Make it snappy bitch,“ Amy said in a raised voice.

Celia was stunned. She had never heard Amy use that tone of voice with anyone. But she hurried from the room and quickly returned with three different whips, nude except for the requisite high heels.

“Mistress, I am ready for your pleasure in my punishment. Would you prefer that I be bound or unrestrained? Would you prefer that I keep quiet during the whipping or do you want to hear me scream? Do you want me to count the strokes or not? I am ready to meet your demands, Mistress,” Celia said in a confident yet subservient tone.

Amy told Celia to stand with her hands above her head, legs spread as wide as she could manage in the heels. She was to keep track of the strokes but silently in her head. She was not to move or make a sound. If she did not comply with all those conditions, she would be whipped yet again even harder.

Clay was interested to see just how good Amy was a wielding the whips. He whispered that he wanted to see Celia whipped hard on her legs, especially her inner thighs and ham strings. He wanted to fuck her after Amy was done and he wanted Celia to feel his rough body on her tortured legs.

Amy took turns using the three whips. Celia stood tall and rigid in compliance with Amy’s orders. She withstood Amy’s test exceptionally well and was rewarded when Amy came to her fully whipped body and hugged her and kissed her on the lips.

“How many strokes did I give you, Miss pain slut,” Amy asked.

“Mistress, I counted eight nine strokes, Miss.”

“That’s correct, But, Next time, I’ll be more diligent in whipping you, cunt, but for now, get you worthless body down on the carpet. On your knees, back arched, tits pressed into the rug. Master Clay wants to screw your ass. Then I wouldn’t be surprised if he would want to have you offer him your creamy cunt. She’s all yours Sir,” she said when Celia was in position.

While still panting from the butt and cunt pounding Clay gave her, Celia said, “I’m sure you two must know by now that it was me on the phone the day after your twenty first birthday party who suggested that we might get it on. I was so hot after seeing you at that party, you have no idea.”

“We understand your point, Celia. You will make a fine maid here at the mansion. Now get that cunt plug in place and get to your duties before I have to whip you again.” Clay taunted.

Amy had been right. Celia’s normal waist measurement was 25 inches. After the results of her whipping had subsided, Amy took pictures of the “before” measurement. The first corset took her to a size 23. She was laced into it firmly at eight in the morning and out of it at bedtime except for exercise time. Amy had plans to trim her down to 21 inches or less if it killed both of them. She guessed that it would be a long term project; she thought about it as her senior project but she would start now.

Amy insisted that Celia exercise vigorously on a daily basis. She was given crunch exercises and a strict diet to follow. Amy monitored her new charge with academic interest. If she could trim 4 inches or more off Celia it would be a feather in her cap. It might even be an incentive for others and therefore a good sales technique. She made routine measurements and kept rigorous records. She wanted Celia down to 21 inches by the time she graduated in less than a year and a half.

Clay had experienced a difficult week with various business issues often working till near midnight. Amy was busy in her design room either studying or tending to business. They had instructed Celia to prepare them a quiet, but elegant, dinner for Friday evening at 7 PM.

After desert, Amy brought Celia to her side. “Remove your panties and spread your legs wide for me.” She said. Amy felt between Celia’s legs for the cunt plug she had been told to keep in place. It was there.

“Master, I don’t know about you but there have been several instances this week where this slut has been less that adequate as a maid and I feel she needs to be reminded of how to conduct herself. Perhaps a few good swats with the new leather covered paddle I brought home might do the trick. On Monday my silverware was not set properly, on Tuesday she took away my dirty dishes from the wrong side of the setting, and tonight my soup was only lukewarm. What punishment do you suggest Sir?”

“Now that I think about it, my soup was not hot tonight either. I think she should get 15 swats for her neglect of you and an addition 5 for her slovenliness on my behalf. And, I want you to administer the swats. If I’m not satisfied, I’ll add 20 more.”

Amy removed the cunt plug and told Celia to spread her legs wider and bend over. She ordered her to pull her ass cheeks apart, then she slowly inserted the cunt plug, which was plenty moist, into her tight ass hole.

“Now hobble over to the new brass chest I brought home over there and bring me the paddle I had made especially for you. By the way, from now on I will call you “Cee” like the third letter in the alphabet. It’s a less formal and is more befitting your status around here.”

“Now, Cee, bend over and grab your ankles and count the swats out loud in turn. Master will let me know if you are getting away easily. And, keep you head up, eyes, directed toward the corner over there.”

After six smacks, Cee’s ass was getting red. Clay was satisfied; he knew she could take quite a bit more. After seven more, her legs began to buckle but she kept counting with a strong voice. After the twentieth stroke, Cee was trembling all over and her ass was a bright red. A slight swelling was beginning to rise.

Now, Cee, if I ever get the feeling that you are intentionally neglecting your duties to get me to punish you, you can be sure you will regret it. Go to your room. Leave the plug in your ass. Sleep in the nude on your back, legs apart all night. At 8 in the morning I want you to knock softly at the door to the Master Suite. We will have a surprise waiting for you, won’t we Master?”

“Ya, sure.” He said. But, he had no idea what was on Amy’s mind. She had better have a good one up her sleeve or it will be her ass meeting the paddle in the morning thought Clay.

Cee did not get much sleep. Anticipation about what she would experience in the Master Suite plus a hot and stinging ass in addition to an ass hole stretch by a plug not conducive to the sleep of angels.

She was nude and at the door at the appointed time. Amy told her to come in the room.

“Cee, remove the plug in your ass and place it on the table there. Come over gently suck on my nipples. Do your best to get around the nipple stretchers. Then kneel between my legs and pleasure my cunt and clit with your mouth. Master Clay will ride your slutty ass until we are both satisfied.”

Clay’s cock came to attention. He was ready to go. Cee’s hole was ready to go. And, it wasn’t long before Amy was bucking and thrashing and Clay was bucking and thrashing into Cee. Clay reached under Cee and began to torment her swollen clit. Amy grabbed her nipples and pulled them relentlessly. Cee bucked and groaned but she really wasn’t in touch with much: she was in her own space somewhere.

When Clay finished he could see that Amy was sated herself. He pushed Cee aside; he could watch her rejoin the living but he really wanted to cradle Amy in his arms. It would be a good weekend. Cee knew this was the place for her. What a ride; she had given to two people and gotten pleasure in return; and it wasn’t even 9 in the morning. As they dozed peacefully, she tiptoed out of the room to freshen up and make breakfast. She knew she would likely see a lot more of the inside of the Master Suite during her tenure as maid of the mansion.

It wasn’t long before Amy mentioned to Clay that she thought it might be a worthy idea to pierce Cee’s tongue. While her service on Amy’s clit was quite satisfactory, she felt the stimulation of a tongue stud would be an added bonus. Clay felt that was a grand idea and set up another appointment with his doctor friend and Flo the office nurse. When they arrived, Clay took Flo aside and confided in her that he was still working on the details of a new business venture that would include her, but he was not ready yet with the details.

The actual visit gave Flo the opportunity to check the progress Amy herself was having with her nipple stretching devices. Clay had chosen a rather modest stretcher and the healing and stretching progress was judged as quite satisfactory at that point. He did purchase another, larger, and more intricate stretcher but there was not any particular urgency to use the new one at that point. Amy was still feeling the pressure of the first set she received and Clay didn’t want to press the issue. And, he had a plan to start the nipple stretching process with Cee as soon as Amy was sure she was making progress with her waist training. Big, full tits, long nipples, small waist and shapely legs and a tight ass. Plus a tongue stud. What a picture.

Cee was aware that the tongue stud would take some getting used to and that it would interfere with her eating until it healed. She nevertheless was excited about the addition and was a trooper during the piercing. She was fastidious about keeping her mouth clean and as germ fee as she could -- always with the idea that she would be even more capable of providing extra sensitive oral service to her employers when the new hole healed over.

Dory and Gail were living together and trying to make adjustments to each others needs -- they each recognized that some hurdles existed and might not ever be overcome. But, they were trying.

Dory was doing very well at handling the merchandising aspects of the business. She had shown great administrative promise now that she was directing the entire sales, and distribution functions of the firm. But, she was not finding an outlet for her interest in erotic exhibitionism. Her best moments were when she and Gail were together in public and both looked too hot to handle wearing some of Amy’s most sexy creations.

Gail confided in Amy that she thought she might be in love with Dory. They were sharing the same bed. Their sexual behavior however, was rather inhibited and predictable. Gail seemed to think of herself as a piece of beautiful art work that Dory could frame and display as she saw fit.

Amy discussed the talents and desires of both women to Clay. He took her into the den so he could think by the fireplace. She sat silently at his feet, nude.

“Master, I’ve noticed that you seem somewhat inhibited in playing with my nipples lately because of the nipple stretcher. And, you’ve stopped whipping them altogether. May I be so bold as to suggest that I take the studs out for about a week or so each month so you could have unfettered access to them,” Amy offered.

Clay was good with that suggestion and he himself removed both studs and then played with her left nipple -- his favorite.

After a rather long period of silence, Clay began to tell her of a bold business plan. He wanted to expand “Etc.”into new areas in America and expand it eventually worldwide. Amy would be the Chief Designer and CEO (Chief Erotic Officer) and he would be the Chairman of the Board. Amy essentially would be the board. They would hire a CPA as their Chief Financial Officer to keep the books straight and set sound financial principles. He would bankroll the expansion himself. The three of them would have their offices in the mansion.

The divisions of the business would include “Fashion and Equipment,” “Media,” “Personal Services,” and “Recreation and Leisure.” Given Dory’s administrative skill and her interest in erotic exhibitionism, she would be moved out of Fashion and offered the position of Director of the Media Division. Flo would be offered the position of Director of Personal Services. They would hire a new person to head up the Fashion and Equipment division. Amy would tend to the Recreation and Leisure Division until all the other divisions were running smoothly and then they would hire someone new.

All divisions would be located on the acreage now owned by Big Al -- well over 200 acres that were secluded but not so far from civilization that they would have difficulty recruiting and retaining skilled employees. Clay would make Al an offer for the entire property that he could not refuse.

They would close down the horse farm and Barn as it was now being used. They would center the Personal Services Division on the property in that area. Flo would be tasked to start up an Advisory Service, a Medical Consulting Service, and a “Masters Club”. She would be told to think about the long rang prospects for a “Rent-A-Sub” department, and a Training and Development Center for submissive as well.

On an outlying parcel of the property they would build a full scale, hi tech, production department specifically to make and promote female bondage and other erotic videos, and magazines. Full length X rated films would be added later on the long term horizon. Dory would be expected to be the primary female lead in the videos and magazines and would have production responsibilities as well. She could hire other staff and crews as required.

Amy would keep Gail as the manager of the store, and would hire someone to replace Dory as head of the domestic fashion function. A worldwide reach would come later.

Clay wanted to meet Gail. He had only heard about her and how exceptionally good looking she was but had never met her in person. Amy was to arrange dinner for them at the cozy restaurant to which Clay had taken Amy almost two and a half years ago when she was in the early stages of her submissive awakening. Gail was to wear one of most erotic dresses they made and strappy 5” high heel shoes to match.

Amy had briefed him on Gail's background as far as she knew it and it was their plan to explore her sexuality in depth. They weren’t sure just what would come of their probing questions but there were sure they would have a fun evening.

When Gail entered the restaurant alone the whole place seemed to freeze in slow motion and a hush came over the patrons. Some recognized her pictorial layouts from the Christmas catalogue but had never dreamed they would see her close up. Clay for his part was taken by her extraordinary figure, sultry expression, and broad chest. Her deep cleavage was hard to miss.

“Master, this is Gail. Gail this is my Master, Clay,” said Amy matter of factly. Gail was somewhat taken aback by Amy’s introduction of Clay but did not ask any questions. They were seated again at a table in the rear of the facility from which they could observe all of the other patrons.

“I’m so glad to meet you Gail,” said Clay. “You are a very striking woman. I’m sure you must get complemented all the time. I did see your picture in the Christmas catalogue, but you are even more beautiful in the flesh. And, I glad to be able to see so much flesh,” he added with a twinkle. “I look forward to getting to know you and getting a better feel for you as the night progresses.”

Clay ordered wine and started his questioning of Gail. When did she lose her virginity to a man? When did she first have a sexual liaison with a women? Were her tits enhanced? Did she enjoy lesbian sex with Dory? Was she the bottom in her relationship with Dory? Did she ever have anal sex with a man? Did Dory ever use a dildo on her? Had she ever been spanked? Had she ever been in bondage for any length of time? What was her reaction to bondage and whippings?

Gail answered all these questions thoughtfully and fully. Her responses were without guile or apparent embarrassment.

Do you get wet when Dory takes you to a sex club? Have you been naked in public? Gail continue to answer with expression and apparent honesty.

“What is the one thing you dread most about being erotically submissive to a woman?”

Now that question stopped her in her tracks and she dropped her eyes to the table in obvious discomfort. Amy was listening closely.

“I do trust Dory and she has never pushed me beyond my comfort level. I am still having some difficulty being submissive to another woman. In some ways it’s comforting and in other ways it’s hard on me. And, I’m still wrestling with myself on my overall level of submissiveness. You have been great with me Amy and I appreciate what you have done for me and for taking the time to share your personal experiences and insights. You have been a mentor as well as a mistress to me. I feel like I could do anything for either of you,” she said.

Clay rose from his seat and came toward her. He slid his hand down the front of her dress and wrapped his entire hand around her left tit as he kissed her on the lips. He let his hand move across the firmness of her nipple and squeezed it hard. She gasped but didn’t resist. She knew others in the restaurant had seen him fondle her. As he went back to his seat, he winked wickedly and slyly at Amy so that no one else could see him.

Clay would introduce Gail to Ben his trusted assistant. They would be perfect together. He would put Ben in charge of developing the new property and of hiring the new staff necessary for the day-to-day operations of the new divisions they had in mind for the near term and then developing the Recreation and Leisure Division which Clay felt Ben might be able to direct when the time came. The new enterprise he envisioned was to be called “Etc. Inc.”

Ben and Gail hit it off from the start. Gail moved in with him immediately. Dory felt relieved. She would meet someone to satisfy her in due time. She accepted the challenge of the new media division and envisioned herself naked and impaled on some huge cock for all to see on a 50 foot screen.

Flo, couldn’t believe here ears when Clay explained his vision of the business to her. She got a ten thousand dollar bonus for leaving the good doctor with two weeks notice. She started the advisory service on the Internet right away. It wouldn’t make money but it would give the firm a voice to the outside world and draw customers to other divisions in the firm. The medical advisory service would be operated on the same basis.

She ordered the clean up of the old barn and saw the potential of the old horse stables and trotting track as a place for training and keeping pony-girls. While it would be a project for the future, she had a vision for a training center for submissives’ -- something along the lines of the Chateau described in the “Story of O”. That would be a longer term project, but one that held a great deal of interest for her.

She began work on a realistic short term business plan for the “Master Suite”. It would be a big stone house befitting its name. It would be exquisitely furnished and have private erotic play rooms, dungeons with all necessary bondage and discipline equipment, and a full stage and lounge area. The employees would be very special indeed. Her clients would be very happy to pay big bucks to come there.

Flo was a mover and shaker. The actual build plan was to have the Suite ready for action by the end of September.

Ben had hired Heather to replace Dory to run the Fashion Division. Heather had experience in the erotic garment business as a sales representative. She was just glad to get involved in a new business and away from the grind of constant travel. She had been lured by promise of operational freedom and large annual bonuses for achieving sales targets.

Amy got along with Heather as they saw eye-to-eye on matters of design a marketing strategy. Clay though she was hot. The resume she brought with her was somewhat more explicit that regular business resumes. It noted that she was 25 years of age, single, and that she measured, 35C, 24, 34. At 5’ 8” inches tall and 124 pounds she was stunning. Her picture portfolio left no doubt about that. Her light brown hair was just beyond shoulder length, very full, and highlighted nicely. Although Heather’s sexual preferences were not clear, she would be a great addition to the team.

By the end of her Junior year, Amy was, for all practical purposes, the main executive of a multi-division business. Her grades were great and her business skill were being honed each day.

The business was growing by leaps and bounds. She was totally contented with her submissiveness to Clay; her sexual and emotional appetites were satisfied every day.

She was deeply engrossed in every aspect of the expanding business during the summer months, yet her devotion to Clay was evident each night. He hadn’t felt the need to discipline her in over a month. He decided to have her spend some time at the hunting lodge alone to contemplate her commitment to him and the future which lay ahead of her.

He blindfolded her and placed her in chains for the drive to the mountains. When he removed the blindfold, he made her walk naked into the damp lodge. Her arms were secured above her head to the rafters in the ceiling and the chains were pulled tightly forcing her to stand tiptoe on the floor.

“Now spread your legs, slave. I'm going to whip your tender thighs and your cunt just like you did when you held the whip on Celia. Then I’m going to whip your tight ass. Then I’m going to attack your ass. I’ll give you something to remember during the semester. I want you to internalize your suffering. I think you need that. Do you think so too, slave?”

“Yes, Master, you know it isn’t easy for me to make myself so vulnerable to the harsh whip. Already I’m trembling with the anticipation of the awful pain. I know you want to send me back to school in the right frame of mind. And, I know that seeing me helpless and thrashing under your lash will make you happy and that makes me excited. I’m ready and resigned to your discipline, however harsh, Sir.”

She pulled herself completely off the floor using her strong shoulders and with all the muscles she had in her well toned stomach and legs she spread her legs sideways -- wide apart so he had a perfect angle to whip her. And, whip her he did. Whenever she faltered, he tapped her and told her to spread wide; and she obeyed him again and again until her legs ached and were red and burning with pain. Then he attacked her ass. He laid into her with over two hundred jarring wallops of the flogger.

She had learned that in his fantasies he envisioned her begging him to stop beating her; and that he wanted her to scream in her torment. She did not hesitate to let her true emotions be known. She was in real pain yet found it easy to let the pleasure overtake her.

Then, he lubed her asshole with her own cunt juice and rammed his cock into her. She loved the way he grabbed her hips from behind to hold her in place, then to move her back and forth for his gratification. He squeezed her tit but was careful with her stretched nipples while he exploded into her.

When he was through with her he let her down to the floor, still chained, and left the lodge. He came back several hours later to bring her home. She was obliged to tell him openly and candidly of her thoughts and reactions while bound, whipped, and ravished. He sensed a certain glow of satisfaction on her face as she detailed each moment of her ordeal.

Her senior year in college would be a great one and she was looking forward to the new lessons that would come her way. She would have to be very careful however, as she sat down at her design desk on day one of class.

End of Part # 6

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