The Red Rose Inn ~ A BDSM SRP (IC)

Marlie and Jada become friends.

Marlie laughed softly again, hugging Jada as she did so.

"Oh my goodness, and I thought ‘I’ was hard to keep up with.”

Marlie smiled up at Jada, trying to keep track of all the questions while continuing with her own train of thought.

“Let’s see, you asked something a moment ago, oh yes.”

"But you know which one is meant for you, right?" Jada interjected hastily.

“I know which one is meant for me right now, right this minute, but how can I know which will be right for me tomorrow or even, which will be right for me tonight?”

Marlie looked away for a moment; knowing her needs were too dark, too deep to discuss with Jada at this point. Shaking her head at her wistfulness, Marlie continued answering more of Jada's questions.

"Then how come it is apparent, like Mister Slade knew, when I didn't,” Jada had asked.

Smiling again, Marlie shook her head again, not with wistfulness but with perplexity.

“Who knows the true mind of a Dominant, Jada?” Noting the look of confusion on Jada’s face, Marlie quickly amended.

“What I mean to say, is that I believe there are those people that can ‘feel’ the energy of another. Many do not believe in this but many do believe and many more can. I think Mr. Slade is one of those. Add to the equation that he is a very strong Dominant and it probably makes him even more perceptive in the ways of the LifeStyle.”

Unconsciously tapping her chin as she thought more about it, she became convinced that Mr. Slade was in fact, very perceptive of personal energy just as she was. Marlie filed that away in her keen mind for later.

“And in truth, Jada, perhaps you did know in some way, yes? You are here, now, are you not?” Marlie’s genuine smile of friendliness helped to set Jada more at ease as they continued their discussion.

“Okay, onto your next question. Forgive me, I get distracted sometimes with my own thoughts. What was it Jada?”

"Have you been favored by more then one?" Jada repeated.

Marlie blushed a deeper red hue than the roses that surrounded the iron bench. She knew that part of what she held so deeply inside of her craved the attention of more than one Dominant, but it was something she had been unprepared to talk about, yet.

“Umm, well, umm,” Marlie stuttered slightly for the first time during the conversation with Jada.

“There was this one time, well it was more than one time because it lasted for about two weeks and was well,” Marlie took a deep breath and shivered with the memory of that exquisite week.

Marlie wanted to be very honest with Jada so told her the truth.

“It was wonderful Jada.” Still smiling Marlie said, “It was a temporary arrangement, but I have to say, it was one of the most moving experiences of my life.”

"Have you chosen someone, Marlie?" Jada eyes were wide as she asked softly.

Marlie knew why this young girl was asking this question and answered her truthfully.

“No Jada, I have not and I have not been chosen either. Thomas Slade is an enigmatic, charismatic man and Dominant but, if you are asking if I have decided he is the one for me, then the answer is no. There is someone out there for me, I know, I can feel it, but I also know that it will take a different sort of Dominant to keep me satisfied and to challenge me to satisfy his needs as well.” Marlie unknowingly sighed wistfully again.

"Jada, you also asked if a Dominant were to hear me say that I had chosen Him or Her, would I get into trouble or would they disown me, right?"

Jada shook her head yes, her silky hair framing a halo around her lovely face.

“Oh forgive me sweet Jada.” Marlie smiled and hugged her new friend again.

“That was a bit of dry humor on my part. Dominant’s are people too, never forget that and try never to overly romanticize or over fantasize what a person truly is or is truly capable of. A true Dominant, a learned Dominant, knows that the power flows from the bottom. Or at least, that is what most believe. For me, I believe the power flows from the top.” Marlie demonstrated, raising a graceful arm over her head to sweep near the ground where her dress hung from the side of the bench.

“Most Dominant’s would smile and agree with my remark without any repercussion and should a Dominant disown you for speaking your mind in a respectful manner, well, I have my own opinion on that. But I will say, that no, in general, you would not suffer any repercussions from a discussion such as that one.” Marlie shook her head, her long hair flowing from side to side as he swept across her slender back.

"So there is a form of happiness but it is on my own perception of happiness that matters?" Jada whispered quietly, with introspection.


“You are a smart girl Jada.” Marlie complimented Jada earnestly.

“It is your perception and more importantly, the perception of the One you are serving. For me, if the One I am serving in whatever capacity he or she requires is happy, then I am happy, usually. Again, a good, learned Dominant wants his slave or submissive to be happy as that reflects back to the Dominant ten fold.”

Marlie watched as Jada thought about her answer and formulated yet another question.

"Why was it wrong to kneel? What's wrong with vanilla? What flavor is it otherwise?" She finally asked as the evening sun began to set across the cherry orchards.

“I had not discussed protocol with Mr. Slade, an error on my part. It is within me to kneel at the side of a very Dominant male or female. I do not feel this need with all Dominant’s but react to it automatically when that energy finds me. I acted without thought and knelt out in the open where someone who is not involved in our LifeStyle might have stumbled upon me. In truth, to a ‘vanilla’ or outsider, it would have probably looked like I was just sitting beside Twister to pet him. But, Mr. Slade knew better and reminded me that I was not to perform LifeStyle activities in the presence of those not involved in what we do.” Marlie considered going into the ins and outs of consensual and non-consensual behavior with Jada as it related to vanilla’s but realized her stomach was grumbling at her for attention.

Standing, Marlie reached for Jada’s hand, bringing her to her feet as well.

“As to flavors, well that is a loaded question! But to keep it simple, anyone not involved in the BDSM or Leather LifeStyle is generally referred to as ‘vanilla.’ I suppose because to most of us, vanilla is one of the most common or prevalent flavors to be found in the world. And we little Jada,” Marlie laughed, pulling Jada towards the dining room doors. “We are certainly not common do you think?”

Marlie laughed spontaneously again as she and Jada entered the extravagant dining area in search of dinner.

“I know which one is meant for me right now, right this minute, but how can I know which will be right for me tomorrow or even, which will be right for me tonight?”

Jada frowned as it sounded complex again but still remained open minded.

“Who knows the true mind of a Dominant, Jada?”

"So Mister Slade is Dominant?"

“What I mean to say, is that I believe there are those people that can ‘feel’ the energy of another. Many do not believe in this but many do believe and many more can. I think Mr. Slade is one of those. Add to the equation that he is a very strong Dominant and it probably makes him even more perceptive in the ways of the LifeStyle.”

That sounded reasonable, those that live it usually noticed those little traits. Maybe that was what se was doing was showing something that she hadn't recognized because she wasn't aware of the name of what she was doing.

“And in truth, Jada, perhaps you did know in some way, yes? You are here, now, are you not?”

"My car was having problems and I was searching for work. It just happened that I was able to be hired here as a housekeeper."

“Okay, onto your next question. Forgive me, I get distracted sometimes with my own thoughts. What was it Jada?”

"Have you been favored by more then one?" Jada repeated.

“Umm, well, umm,”

"If you don't want to talk about .. it..." Jada softly added.

“There was this one time, well it was more than one time because it lasted for about two weeks and was well,”

Jada moved to straighten her back to listen fully.

“It was wonderful Jada.” Still smiling Marlie said, “It was a temporary arrangement, but I have to say, it was one of the most moving experiences of my life.”

"Why did it end?"

“No Jada, I have not and I have not been chosen either. Thomas Slade is an enigmatic, charismatic man and Dominant but, if you are asking if I have decided he is the one for me, then the answer is no. There is someone out there for me, I know, I can feel it, but I also know that it will take a different sort of Dominant to keep me satisfied and to challenge me to satisfy his needs as well.”

Jada didn't know whether to feel releived or sad for Marlie's admission.

"Jada, you also asked if a Dominant were to hear me say that I had chosen Him or Her, would I get into trouble or would they disown me, right?"

"yes."

“Oh forgive me sweet Jada.”

Jada wondered what there was to forgive but decided rather then say anything to just listen and learn.

“That was a bit of dry humor on my part. Dominant’s are people too, never forget that and try never to overly romanticize or over fantasize what a person truly is or is truly capable of. A true Dominant, a learned Dominant, knows that the power flows from the bottom. Or at least, that is what most believe. For me, I believe the power flows from the top.”

"The top?" Jada paused and figured that meant who was in charge.

“Most Dominant’s would smile and agree with my remark without any repercussion and should a Dominant disown you for speaking your mind in a respectful manner, well, I have my own opinion on that. But I will say, that no, in general, you would not suffer any repercussions from a discussion such as that one.”

Jada felt better hearing that response and hugged Marlie before going on.

“You are a smart girl Jada.”

“It is your perception and more importantly, the perception of the One you are serving. For me, if the One I am serving in whatever capacity he or she requires is happy, then I am happy, usually. Again, a good, learned Dominant wants his slave or submissive to be happy as that reflects back to the Dominant ten fold.”

"So there are two types, slave and submissive but they can't be both?" Then Jada listened as Marlie explained vanilla.

“I had not discussed protocol with Mr. Slade, an error on my part. It is within me to kneel at the side of a very Dominant male or female. I do not feel this need with all Dominant’s but react to it automatically when that energy finds me. I acted without thought and knelt out in the open where someone who is not involved in our LifeStyle might have stumbled upon me. In truth, to a ‘vanilla’ or outsider, it would have probably looked like I was just sitting beside Twister to pet him. But, Mr. Slade knew better and reminded me that I was not to perform LifeStyle activities in the presence of those not involved in what we do.”

The answer still seemed more vague then a solution but she stood and then looked at Marlie

“As to flavors, well that is a loaded question! But to keep it simple, anyone not involved in the BDSM or Leather LifeStyle is generally referred to as ‘vanilla.’ I suppose because to most of us, vanilla is one of the most common or prevalent flavors to be found in the world. And we little Jada,”

Jada walked along with Marlie as the answer became clearer. Not everyone understood Dominance or felt comfortable with it. Jada nodded as she walked along.

“We are certainly not common do you think?”

"I guess we aren't." Jada agreed opening the doorway. "Still I can't help but wonder what tomorrow will hold when I start my "training". I sorta wish it would start now and then again, I am afriad and shy."

Eva continuing to talk with Gary..

Eva watched as Gary hurried around the suite, firstly, to her suitcases. She did not bring much, just the two large suitcases. One were full of 'vanilla' clothes she could wear around the Inn, and the other suitcase, she noticed that Gary paid more attention to, and Eva were not surprised.

She smiled, as she watched Gary looking over the toys she have bought along with her, in the second suitcase.

Eva loved all the toys, but she admitted to herself, that the canes, in particular were her favourites. With this, she paid most attention to Gary's reactions as he looked over the canes. Eva noticed some tense in his face, and she were concerned and wondered why was that.

Suddenly, Gary teared himself away from the suitcases and going into the bathroom. Eva heard Gary putting the taps on, water running, and that the bath would be starting to fill up. Then Gary returned, to put the clothes and the toys away. She noticed, that Gary's body tensing up as he put the Domme outfit up in the cupboards, and she smiled, sensing that Gary liked that.

Then, as soon as Gary have finished, he walked over to Eva, and easily lifted her up, and together, he carried her, over to the bathroom.

Once inside, Gary gently let Eva down on her feet, and silently, Gary took her clothes off, then the underwear, leaving her naked, and then he put a hand out for her, and Eva took it, as she stepped into the jacuzzi, and sat down, as she waited for Gary to begin bathing her. What she did not expect to see was that Gary stood back, and took his clothes off, leaving him naked, also. Eva looked up and down on his body, and her eyes were staring at his cock, which were growing, and Eva smiled, for that she liked the smooth and the size of the cock, also. This pleased her.

At the corner of her eyes, she saw the scars on Gary's back reflecting on the mirror, and she nearly gasped, but did not say anything as he bowed his head, and stepped into the jacuzzi, and sat down, ready to begin his duties to Eva.

However, Eva saw him hesitating, and so she spoke; putting her hands on his chest; "Tell me, boy, what caused these scars on your back, if you do not mind me asking?"

Marlie & Jada at Dinner

Jada and Marie found a small table a bit out of the way of the main dining room to sit. They were both still smiling when the waiter came to take their orders. As Mr. Slade had instructed, Jada and Marlie gave their card key numbers to the waiter, designating them as employees, placed their orders and continued their conversation.

“The top designates the Dominant or the one wielding the most power, the bottom is the submissive or the one accepting that power. In other words, the top is the one giving the orders and the bottom is the one taking them. Does that make sense?”

The waiter brought the girls their water, Marlie smiled and thanked the young man, waiting until he had left the table to continue their conversation.

“For me and for many of us, there is a power exchange, an exchange of energy within an M/s or D/s relationship. I saw you were carrying the 'Story of O' out in the gardens. Another good book to read is called, 'Screw the Roses, Give me the Thorns.' This one explains in more detail about the power exchange. It will probably explain much better than I can.”Marlie smiled, taking a sip of the ice cold water.

"So there are two types, slave and submissive but they can't be both?" Jada had asked.

Running the cold glass across her forehead, Marlie thought for a moment before answering.

“Actually, there are so many different types of us I am not sure I know them all. I will again answer from my own point of view though. I believe a person can be both submissive and slave.”

Laughing at a distant memory she voiced it to Jada.

“A close friend of mine that loved to debate that very question once said to me, “A submissive is one that gives consent each time before serving a Dominant; a slave gives consent once to the Dominant for all things asked from then on.”

Marlie could see that Jada was still confused.

“Do not worry so much about the titles and labels, Jada. You will find your way, patience is the most valued trait among those of us that serve within the LifeStyle. It is also the hardest to master.”

The girls salads had arrived and both, realizing they were famished, dug into the deliciously fresh bowl of greens. The pineapple chunks added to Marlie’s salad tasted as though they had been shipped fresh straight from the Islands.

“Here Jada, taste one of these. This is the sweetest pineapple I think I have ever had!” Marlie stabbed one of the small chunks with her fork, leaning forward to offer Jada a bite.

Naturally, neither girl realized Thomas Slade was watching them and had been watching them since his departure from the gardens.

Marlie let Jada’s last question, wondering why the relationship with the two Dominant’s had ended, slip away. She hoped with the food and the other questions, Jada might not remember asking it.

Their entrée’s arrived and again, the girls were momentarily silent while enjoying the delicious food. After swallowing a particularly succulent bite of Salmon, Marlie looked up at Jada.

“Jada, you said you wished your training would start right now instead of tomorrow because you are afraid and shy. There is definitely nothing to fear. You are not going to be whipped or flogged or, umm, forced to have sex with anyone against your will. There are many, many submissive's that are service oriented only. In that, they provide services to ease the stress of every day life on the Dominant. Not a maid exactly, or perhaps a maid with benefits and with more personal knowledge of what that particular Dominant needs.”

Laughing softly, Marlie told Jada about Amber, a friend of hers from college.

“I have a friend from college, Amber. She loved being a service submissive, loved washing dishes, taking care of a home, making all of the social arrangements and that sort of thing but definitely hated any sort of pain. Her fetish if you will, was to be tickled. She loved it! She did find a Dominant who was not into the pain side of the LifeStyle but did love to tickle her and oh my goodness, did he ever come up with some cruel ways to do it!”

Slipping another bit of Salmon into her mouth, Marlie swallowed and finished her story to Jada.

“That man would find all kinds of feathers, feather dusters, rabbit furs, even silky ties with frayed edges and drive Julie to distraction.”

Lowering her voice to whisper conspiratorially into Jada’s ear, “Do you know my friend Amber could actually orgasm from being tickled?”

Marlie giggled, the first Jada had heard from her. “I think that tickling me would just make me mad and make me want to slug the person doing it!” Again that tinkling giggle.

The waiter approached the table again, asking if the girls would like to see the dessert menu.

Marlie declined, telling Jada she would have to leave soon to shower and prepare for her first show up in the lounge.

“I hope you can come Jada. Please ask Mr. Slade if he does not have other duties for you to perform this evening, if you could come up to the lounge for a little while later on.”

Marlie hoped Jada would agree, Marlie found she liked Jada greatly and thought again about the first song she was going to perform this evening and wondered how it would effect Jada when she heard it.

Gary and Eva in the Jacuzzi

Gary had heard Eva's gasp, so he had assumed that she had in fact noticed the scars that marred his back. He had expected the question, but what he hadn't expected were her hands on his chest. Her touch was warm and gentle, and it made Gary sigh in contentment.

When at last Gary lifted his gaze, he simply shook his head, laughing nervously before he spoke. "Every domme, slave, and submissive has a moment in their life where everything they are is put into perspective. For some this is a happy moment to be cherished, and for others it is...different."

Gary didn't like talking about this subject, so to ease his own tension he took one of Eva's arms in his hands and slowly started to wash it as he continued.

"I mentioned that I have been here for five years, and that I have been a submissive for about ten years, and a servant longer still. For the most part my life wasn't entirely unpleasant. There was one woman however. She had a history of abusing slaves, and was notorious for her love of humiliating and degrading men. I mentioned what my parents did, but I never mentioned that when it comes to other people wanting me for dungeon play that my parents only allowed it in our own dungeon, so that if I safe-worded and they didn't stop, there would be people around to stop the domme."

By this point Gary had finished up with one of Eva's arms, and moved on to the other. His voice remained constant as he continued attending to the duties she had asked of him.

"Once she had me in the dungeon, she had me stripped and shackled in the center of the room, my hands above my head. She then proceeded to humiliate, degrade, and tease me to her heart's content. By the end she had me blindfolded and begging for just about anything you could imagine. She leaned close, pressing herself against me, and it was then that I made my mistake."

After having finished with Eva's arms, Gary took it upon himself to lift each one of her legs, paying them the same loving devotion he had paid her arms, while being careful of Eva's muscles, not wanting to hurt her as he lifted it this way and that.

"She had me so aroused, almost to the point of no return. I could feel how close she was, knew where she was, and before I could stop myself, I leaned down and kissed her, taking a small amount of what I needed from her. She didn't take kindly to even such a small infraction, and her "play" soon swapped from humiliation to torture."

Again, after having finished with one of Eva's legs, Gary switched his attention to the other, never faltering in his narrative.

"We had at our disposal all manor of pain and torture devices, and she used much of it, canes, paddles, floggers, whips, everything. I didn't make a sound as she administered my punishment, knowing I had brought it upon myself, but what I didn't know, was that in one of her bags she had brought another tool. I never saw it myself, but I am told it was a cat-o-nine tails, only hers was modified. She had added metal studs all along every bit of the striking surfaces."

Gary moved closer to Eva now, having finished with her arms and legs. His hands now moved to her neck and shoulders. He slowly eased his hands downward as he continued.

"I screamed from the moment the first blow struck. The pain was unimaginable. I took four of said blows before I could take no more, so I screamed my safe-word. Yet she didn't stop, didn't even hesitate. I screamed my safe-word with each of the next five blows, until the attending people on watch finally came to my aid."

Gary kept his hands moving throughout his entire speech, easing his own tension by performing the intimate task of washing Eva's entire body. He hesitated after he had finished with his story,waiting for Eva's reaction.

“The top designates the Dominant or the one wielding the most power, the bottom is the submissive or the one accepting that power. In other words, the top is the one giving the orders and the bottom is the one taking them. Does that make sense?”

"I feel kinda dumb cause that sounds so honest that I should have thought of that myself."

“For me and for many of us, there is a power exchange, an exchange of energy within an M/s or D/s relationship. I saw you were carrying the 'Story of O' out in the gardens. Another good book to read is called, 'Screw the Roses, Give me the Thorns.' This one explains in more detail about the power exchange. It will probably explain much better than I can.”

"If figured that I needed some approach to understand what it meant.. You know a manual" Jada confessed.

“Actually, there are so many different types of us I am not sure I know them all. I will again answer from my own point of view though. I believe a person can be both submissive and slave.”

"okay."

“A close friend of mine that loved to debate that very question once said to me, “A submissive is one that gives consent each time before serving a Dominant; a slave gives consent once to the Dominant for all things asked from then on.”

It seemed so complex and yet so intriguing. Jada glanced back to the kitchen as she took a large drink of water.

“Do not worry so much about the titles and labels, Jada. You will find your way, patience is the most valued trait among those of us that serve within the Lifestyle. It is also the hardest to master.”

Jada slowly picked at her salad as she3 listened , she found the pinapple was a nice treat.

“Here Jada, taste one of these. This is the sweetest pineapple I think I have ever had!”

"Yes it is." Savoring the offered bite. "Never got much chance to have such goodness.. Mom didn't like starnge foods. If she couldn't grow it .. we never tried it."

Jada looked over the fish and smiled, thanking the server. "It smells devine."

“Jada, you said you wished your training would start right now instead of tomorrow because you are afraid and shy. There is definitely nothing to fear. You are not going to be whipped or flogged or, umm, forced to have sex with anyone against your will. There are many, many submissive's that are service oriented only. In that, they provide services to ease the stress of every day life on the Dominant. Not a maid exactly, or perhaps a maid with benefits and with more personal knowledge of what that particular Dominant needs.”

"I guess I hate being in suspense."

“I have a friend from college, Amber. She loved being a service submissive, loved washing dishes, taking care of a home, making all of the social arrangements and that sort of thing but definitely hated any sort of pain. Her fetish if you will, was to be tickled. She loved it! She did find a Dominant who was not into the pain side of the Lifestyle but did love to tickle her and oh my goodness, did her ever come up with some cruel ways to do it!”

"I guess that shows that there is someone for everyone huh." Jada remarked taking a bite of the veggies on her plate.

“That man would find all kinds of feathers, feather dusters, rabbit furs, even silky ties with fayed edges and drive Julie to distraction.”

Jada nodded somewhat thankful that she wasn't in that particular boat but still she could relate, not knowing when the tickling would commence just like her training.. no idea what to expect except that it begins at nine.

“Do you know my friend Amber could actually orgasm from being tickled?”

"Really!" Jada was impressed that friends could share such intimate information with one another and then she realized what kind of friendship she was building with Marlie.

“I think that tickling me would just make me mad and make me want to slug the person doing it!”

"oh I would think that would have a worse reaction." Jada looked up and smiled. "I would love a slice of that blackberry pie with whipped cream, please."

Jada looked up as Marlie was fixing to leave the table. "I'd like to see that."

“I hope you can come Jada. Please ask Mr. Slade if he does not have other duties for you to perform this evening, if you could come up to the lounge for a little while later on.”

"I'll try." Jada agreed as the waiter brought the pie to the table with a fresh fork. Jada found she was in her own element as she adored blackberries and still the whole chat was indeed eye opening and she would see if she could find the other book that Marlie mentioned in that collection in the employee's lounge.

After Marlie left Jada took the next bite and whispered. "If it is as good as blackberry pie, warmed with whipped cream, then it is gonna be like heaven."

Marlie, Jason and the Piano

Marlie gave Jada a hug before leaving her to enjoy the delicious looking blackberry pie. Making her way to the third floor, Marlie approached the door, again unsure of protocol.

Knocking softly on Mr. Slade’s door did not elicit an answer, so Marlie tried her card key and was somewhat surprised when she gained access to Thomas Slade’s room.

There was a note on the bed, laying beside a white box. Marlie reached for the note, opening it slowly to read the words within written in a strong, sure hand.

“Marlie, open the box. The dress is yours, wear it this evening for your performance. I have had a palette, blankets and a pillow delivered to my room. You will find them all there at the foot of my bed, this is where you will sleep. Should the need arise for my privacy, I will have the palette moved into the little foyer that is opposite my bed for the duration of the time needed. I will be watching tonight.”

He signed it with an elaborate ‘T’. Marlie opened the box with a feeling of trepidation. What if she did not like it or it did not fit? Shaking her head, mentally berating herself, she reminded herself that she had no say in the matter, what Thomas Slade wanted, Thomas Slade got.

Marlie gasped as the long gown slid from the box, held in both of her graceful hands. The edges of the gown were different lengths, varying from very long in the front and back, to very short and very sheer on the sides. There were no undergarments, stockings or shoes in the box. Marlie smiled with relief, the thought of wearing stockings and/or shoes was not a pleasant one. Talk about true punishment! Marlie smiled to herself and twirled around the room, holding the beautifully sculpted, black dress in front of her.

Slipping into the shower, Marlie scrubbed her skin until it glowed pink beneath the overhead lights. The shampoo and conditioner were both of the highest quality. Marlie was careful not to use too much but did enjoy the feel and the scent of it as she rinsed it from her heavy tresses.

Marlie toweled her hair nearly dry, applied a light smattering of make-up and slid into the elegant dress. The feel of the silky material against her skin was erotic and the fit was as though the dress had been made for her. The vee of the neck was lined in braided bands of black leather which twisted up to tie behind her slender neck.

Taking a deep calming breath, Marlie made sure to put everything back in place before slipping out into the hallway. She still had about an hour to practice before the Lounge actually opened for the evening and she was really looking forward to playing again.

Marlie found the lounge using the discrete but well placed signs Mr. Slade had installed on all the floors of the Inn. Using her card key again, Marlie was able to enter the Lounge on her own.

What she saw, sitting on the slightly raised stage took her breath away. She stood in the open doorway, frozen in place.

The bartender was a young man, close to her age if she had the presence of mind at that point to notice him. It was his comment that caught her attention. Turning from the unexpected piece of art that sat center stage, Marlie focused her attention on the man behind the bar.

“That’s, that’s …” Pointing at the piano sitting center stage, Marlie could barely get the words out. How would she ever be able to sing at this rate?

The bartender laughed, enjoying Marlie’s stunned surprise.

“A Steinway? Yeah, Master Slade said you’d be pleased and to expect you sometime this afternoon.” The bartender continued to survey the young woman as she stood in the doorway, stunned.

“Come on in and close the door. Don’t want any customers until it’s time to open, you know?”

Marlie let the door swing shut behind her and walked towards the beautiful, baby grand piano. Her fingers ached to caress the glistening keys, she was about to sit on the piano stool when she noticed the puffy cushion attached to the seat. Her face blossomed red with embarrassment remembering Mr. Slade's command.

“You will sit upon a cushion filled with tacks Marlie. Depending on how torn up your bottom is at the end of the night will dictate your needs to me…I will be inspecting your bottom nightly…”

Marlie bypassed the red, velvet cushion for now; choosing instead to introduce herself to the pretty man behind the counter.

“Hi, I’m Marlie Ann Flannery,” Marlie said, extending her hand in greeting.

The bartender shook her hand, noting the elegant strength within it before replying.

“Hey, Jason Donley, bartender extraordinaire!” He laughed before adding, “Well, make that submissive bartender extraordinaire!” He laughed at his own joke again. The word brother washed over Marlie, the energy settling like a well worn, favorite blanket on her shoulders.

“Hi Jason, it’s nice to meet you. Isn’t she the most beautiful thing you have ever seen?”Marlie turned, once again gazing upon the black beauty just waiting for her touch only a short distance away.

Jason answered, not sure if Marlie heard him.

“Yeah, most definitely,” said Jason, though his gaze was not riveted to the baby grand like Marlie’s.

Thomas and Alicia Together, Part 3

Continued from Part 2

“Prepare woman, there will be little rest tonight.”

Arching a finely shaped brow in disbelief, Alicia raised her arms above her head and spread her legs. Her muscles were relaxed, if he wanted her in any other posiition she would move willingly, but she silently dared him to give her all he had. Her position screamed submission to his desires. She wanted it, would have it. The concept of little rest was really not an issue to her

Thomas watched the woman, his woman as he walked to the bed, and climbed on. She was waiting, wanting to submit to him, but he needed her for something else first.

He set the toy’s at her side, then he moved back, away from her. He kissed the inside of her thigh behind the knee, and slowly worked his way towards the object of his desire. Slowly he licked and tasted her sex, he sucked and licked her clit till she started to squirm.

Alicia moaned as her legs spread a little more, her head rolling on the bed as her desire welled up, her pussy weeping its delight as Thomas ate her with gusto.

He worked his way up her body licking and tasting her. He sucked and bit her nipples, making them ache. He moved on kissing her neck and then her waiting lips, giving her a passionate kiss.

He moved towards her ear, and whispered.

“Alicia, do not worry, I know your desire to submit is strong, as is my desire for your gift, but I have a need that is much greater, which I must quench first. The simple needs of a simple man, who desires the simple passion of a lover. Once that need is sedated, only then can I begin to explore the depths of your submission.

She was quite willing to go slow, explore the dance of love with this man, sure, he aroused all of her submissive instincts but she wanted him as a woman too, not just as sub.

She reached out then, her hands sliding slowly up his body as she pressed slow kisses along his collarbone, up his neck where she stopped to nibble just a little. Finally she reached his lips and she kissed him, her tongue dancing with his.

Finally she broke away and whispered "Sometimes not so simple, but yes, make love to me Thomas, I want you in the worst way!"

Thomas positioned himself, and slid easily into her. He let out a low moan as he fully penetrated her depths. He set a pace, taking her slowly at first, just enjoying the sensations of sex once again.

Alicia's head rolled back as he slid so deep into her. It had been a while and she felt stretched by him; it felt damn good! She moaned softly in his ear as he bottomed out in her, her hips lifted to meet his thrust.

He whispered in her ear “I’ve waited so long for this, dear.”

She moaned again at his words, her response a gasp as she said, "I have wanted you since meeting you and it has been soo very loooong." Her last words broke off to another gasping moan as he thrust into her slowly.

His pace quickened a bit, his need growing. He felt Alicia hook her legs behind his back, using her legs to hold him tightly inside her.

He heard her whisper passionate words in his ear, and he increased his pace, taking her with more force, his desire for her building.

She was usually a moaner and sigher, she didn't often articulate in the throws of passion, but Thomas was bringing out her wild side as she whispered and groaned of the naughty things he was doing to her, how he was making her feel, how much she wanted him to fuck her harder and harder.

He kissed her savagely; their tongue’s thrashing together in a wild dance. He ripped himself away long enough to go for her neck, sucking and biting it, leaving marks, his marks on her tender flesh. He felt her hand on the back of his head, pressing him tighter, urging him on. Thomas growled his desire for her.

She loved the bites he gave her, the sucking and biting she knew would leave marks the next day but she didn't care then, only wanting more. She pulled him closer to her, encouraging him as her moans increased, her hips arching off the bed to slap into his as his growl drove her onward.

He leaned into her harder, thrusting with all his strength, pounding his desire into her. He felt her nails claw into his back, as she took all he gave, and she pleaded for more.

She was going to cum. His pounding thrusts that pressed so tightly against her clit, sending electric spasms through her was only building her higher, her nails dug into him, leaving little red welts that marked him in return. She wanted it, wanted him with her.

Thomas knew his time was close; he slid his arms under shoulders, his hands holding the woman tightly in his grip.

He panted the words in her ear, “Come with me love!”

He could feel her squeezing him inside herself. He groaned as his orgasm took him over the edge. “Alicia!” he hissed into her ear, through his clenched teeth, “Cum for me” he demanded.

At his command Alicia felt the dam burst. crying out hoarsely she slammed her body up to meet his, her pussy clenching spasmodically around him as a wail of triumph escaped her parted lips. Dimly she felt his release, heard the way he cried out her name and her arms and legs tightened around him further, his responses only heightening her own.

They held each other tight, as they ground themselves together in orgasmic delight. The moment seemed to last forever, the bliss they felt, joined their souls together. Their passions spent momentarily, they lay together enjoying the after glow, giving each other tender loving kiss’s, together whispering words of endearment.

Finally Thomas lifted himself off, and he moved to lay by Alicia’s side. They turned to face each other, and he held her in his arms, savoring the affection of his new lover.

Alicia blew a breath to clear the sweaty hair from her eyes, drained for that moment. She felt complete for the first time in an age in these moments and happily curl against her lover. She pressed a soft kiss into the hollow of his throat. No words were needed for that moment

Thomas and Marlie in the Lounge

Thomas opened the door to the lounge with his cardkey. Inside he found Marlie and the bartender.

He walked over to the young woman. She saw him and turned, then gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I take it that you approve of my choice?" "Please be careful with it, it cost a Small fortune" he said with a chuckle.

"Between the piano and Jada's new car, I think the Inn should be operating at a loss this week. Oops, don't tell Jada about her car if you see her tonight, it's a surprise, she'll be receiving it tomorrow morning."

Thomas and Marlie walked over to the Piano. He pulled out the seat with the cushion it, and guided her into position. He lifted the back of her dress and rubbed her silky smooth ass with his hand. "Remember what I told you, young lady. If your bottom shows signs of self abuse on the tacks, that is your one way ticket to the dungeon for a workout."

He held the back of her dress up as she sat down, then let it fall behind her. He listened as she sighed sitting and watched as she got comfortable with the prickly sensations of the pillow.

Thomas put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek, "Play well my dear, enjoy yourself."

"Oh, I almost forgot, Jason bring that wrapped box from behind the bar over here."

The young man grabbed the box and carried it over to Marlie, who opened it and she pulled out a large leaded glass jar. Thomas smiled as her eyes brightened.

"You didn't think I'd forget your tip jar, did you?"

He took it from her so she wouldn't have to get up, and set it by the edge of the piano.

He opened his wallet and dropped a $100.00 Bill into the glass. He whispered into her ear "Play me something sweet tonight, slave" He looked at his watch, "You have 10 minutes to warm up" he said with a smile.

Thomas left the woman, and walked over to the bar and ordered a drink.

Marlie and the Lounge Part 01

Marlie looked up when Thomas entered the Lounge. She could not help herself, so happy was she about the beautiful Steinway. Reaching up on tiptoe she placed a soft kiss on his cheek, then withdrew quickly as she realized what she had done.

Truly, this man really had not done anything untoward to her. He had provided money for her education and now this gorgeous piano with it’s intricately hand-carved case, lid and legs and the sides! Encrusted with mother-of-pearl inlays depicting the Red Rose Inn logo on both sides and on the back. It had to have cost a fortune.

Marlie shivered as her bare bottom made contact with the tiny tacks within the pillow. She found if she moved a certain way, they were more sharp and if she shifted her weight, there was a duller pain that would probably be more tolerable in the beginning.

Marlie did not want to dwell on the sensations and feelings she had experienced when Thomas had touched her round bottom. Those feelings led down the path to what she now called her dark side and that was not where she needed to be just now. She also did not want to think about the strong feeling of sex and female and some other emotion that had bombarded her at his touch. The word love slipped into her mind and a very vague picture of a striking woman before Marlie pushed the feelings away and closed her empathic doors tightly against Mr. Thomas Slade.

She nearly squealed like a young school girl when Thomas presented her with the gorgeous tip vase and then the added bonus of the $100.00 bill he slipped into it! She would accept it graciously, just as she would accept any and all tips in the future, but what plans she had for the money were locked away tightly within her mind for now.

Running her fingers up and down the keyboard was heavenly. Unknowingly, Marlie’s face changed as she warmed up with her finger exercises and chord groupings. She did not want to spoil the first song so practiced some of the other’s she would play and sing tonight. Keeping her voice pitched low so as not to tire it before night’s end, Marlie did not notice the stares of both men while she concentrated on her skills and pitch. Neither did she realize the hypnotic tranquility of her voice nor the way the music changed her from just a pretty girl into something much more vibrant and alive.

Jada quietly finished her dessert before rising and heading back to the employee's area, but not before noticing the waiters eyes moving over her ass that poked out of her unique shorts.

Walking back also gave her time to pause over many thoughts. Still there was that lingering moment of anxiousness to know what tomorrow holds but one can't rush time.

She noticed a young man in the hall and politely asked, "Excuse me, where would I find Mister Slade?"

"Last I saw him, he was heading to the lounge to check on the piano." He replied.

"Thank you." Jada flashed a smile and continued to her quarters.

Once there she sat back on the edge and pondered. "Would I really get in trouble if I didn't ask to go?"

It was a few hours of mental debate that concluded that if her employer was already where she was going to ask permission to go .. then he just might let her stay versus ordering her to leave. "Besides maybe they need some help with serving drinks."

Once she reasoned out a thought she never gave up, however her wardrobe was another matter. Jada pulled out a green silky looking skirt that hung past her knees and a sheer white blouse. After a first glance in the mirror Jada realized that a bra or some form of a slip was in order, thus began to rearrange her remaining items in search of appropriate undergarments.

Jada lifted the cami blouse from another outfit and switched from blouse to cami, looking in the mirror. That didn't look any better then the blouse that one could clearly see her breasts thru. "Dammit!"

Jada slipped the blouse over the cami and groaned again as they were both different shades of white. "Great now what am I suppose to do?"

She sulked on the bed for a few hours before realizing that she could make them work together if she used her blouse as a form of jacket. Jada wiped her eyes and fixed the top only buttoning the bottom four buttons leaving the upper three open allowed the cami to be visible without looking tacky.

Jada took several deep breathes while applying a light amount of make-up. She wasn't man hunting and didn't want to look as if she was yet wanted to look mature and ladylike.

Jada thought as she applied a light layer of moonlight on her eyelids. "Mister Slade did say to enjoy myself cause I started work tomorrow so I should be okay about watching Marlie perform."

It took a few more minutes for Jada to bring her tangle of raven hair into the Japanese knot with chopsticks holding the hair in proper form. Jada slipped two dark hair pins under the knot so that it held for longer then twenty minutes. Looking back from the mirror was a lady, one that held mystery and alluring sensuality compared to the uncultured pearl of a virgin that she truly was.

The last crowning touch of her ensemble was the high heels in forest green that matched her skirt perfectly. Jada took another deep breathe and headed to the lounge. Each step was echoing in her ears as she walked along the hall to the lounge, before arriving at the door she heard faint tinkling of the ivories.

"Unforgettable.. that's what you are..." Jada softly sung as she pressed against the door to enter the bar.

The room was breathe taking for Jada as she hadn't really visited too many bars. The ambiance was making her feel like a princess as she proceded to the bar and smiled at the tender.

"A glass of white wine, please." Jada asked as she pulled out the five from her small pearled handbag and set it on the counter.

Jason Donley glanced up and may have taken a second glance at the woman at the bar and set her drink on the counter but her face would linger for a while, as he pondered her role in the Inn.

"I love to hear people play." Jada remarked softly as she took a tiny sip of her drink

Thomas and Jada in the Lounge

Thomas sat in the back of the lounge, enjoying Marlie play the piano. She seemed to come alive with the music, it lifted her spirits till they soared.

Thomas liked the music she played, although his tastes drifted more towards Progresive Rock, and bands like Rush, and Yes.

Thomas saw Jada enter the lounge, and stop to admire Marlie for a bit. The two women had seemed to hit it off very well, and Thomas suspected they would become best of friends. He watched as Jada went to the bar and ordered a glass of wine.

He had to leave soon for his dinner date with Alicia so he could not spend much time with the young woman.

(OOC I'm sorry dear readers, but the Inn is stuck in a bit of a time warp, these event are happening before my Dinner With Alicia. I will get the time line back on track in a few more posts, I hope )

Thomas got up and walked over to the young lady.

"Hi Jada, i must say you look lovely tonight my dear."

I'm afraid I don't have much time to spend with you, I'm having dinner with the Inn's GM, Alicia in a few minutes. But I wanted to talk to you about your duties in the morning, for a moment.

As i stated before, Tomorrow morning your shift starts at 9:00 am. You are the Executive maid, and for your training you will only be responsible for Alicia's and My suites. Frankly, i have no idea what you will find in my Suite in the morning, however I should warn you in advance that one of the Suite's occupants will be Marlie, as she is an indentured slave to me, a possession that I value greatly."

Thomas set his empty glass on the bar, and looked back to her. "If you have any work related questions, now is the time to ask them."

"Hi Jada, i must say you look lovely tonight my dear."

"Thank you Mister Slade" Jada replied with a smile

"I'm afraid I don't have much time to spend with you, I'm having dinner with the Inn's GM, Alicia in a few minutes. But I wanted to talk to you about your duties in the morning, for a moment."

Jada focused her full attention on his face in order to completely hear all his directions.

"As i stated before, Tomorrow morning your shift starts at 9:00 am. You are the Executive maid, and for your training you will only be responsible for Alicia's and My suites. Frankly, i have no idea what you will find in my Suite in the morning, however I should warn you in advance that one of the Suite's occupants will be Marlie, as she is an indentured slave to me, a possession that I value greatly."

Jada blushed hearing his words but remained quiet.

"If you have any work related questions, now is the time to ask them."

"Not that I can think of Sir." Jada replied softly as her eyes gazed deeply into his. "I just hope to live up to the expectations."

"Don't worry about living up to anything yet dear, this is your first day of training, some of the staff took months to train properly

"Really the only important thing is that you don't look anyone in the eye, but that's for the general public, however you will be trained in it so you might as well start doing it tomorrow."

He kissed her on the cheek, "Now don't let anyone pick you up tonight, or get to drunk, a hangover is a bad way to start a new job "

Thomas turned and walked to the interconnecting door, that opened to the Inn's restaurant.

"Don't worry about living up to anything yet dear, this is your first day of training, some of the staff took months to train properly."

Training.. it was a word that took a whole new meaning to Jada and yet she wanted to make him happy

"Really the only important thing is that you don't look anyone in the eye, but that's for the general public, however you will be trained in it so you might as well start doing it tomorrow."

"Yes Sir." Jada gulped hard. For some time with her last jobs she was continuely told to look people in the eye and now she was expected to do the opposite

"Now don't let anyone pick you up tonight, or get to drunk, a hangover is a bad way to start a new job "

Jada blushed again as she felt the fatherly touch and caught herself rubbing the kiss site fondly. Jada returned her attention to Marlie on the piano, the woman had flair.

Jada even flirted with the debonair Jason Donley behind the bar. Even he recognized the natural submissiveness and was polite enough to cut her off after the second glass.

Jada drifted to the piano and dropped three fifty into the jar and smiled. "Good Night Marlie, fantastic job."

It was a night calm walk to the dorms, or so she thought hearing an assortment of giggles along her passage. It took a bit for her to realize that the giggling was coming from herself.

Jada made it back to her room and merely slipped to her undies and cami. She carefully set her alarm for 7:30 and turned off the light. "What a dreamy day."

Still her dreams lead back to the story she read and herself in the main character's place. And her night was changing her like a caterpiller to a butterfly.

Marlie & the Lounge Part 02

Marlie started her first set before anyone else entered the lounge with just a piano solo. She smiled a few times at Jason and then again at Thomas, feeling comfortable and free within her element. She hoped Jada would be able to come tonight and wished she had thought to ask Thomas about it.

Marlie smiled at each new guest as they entered the lounge. Sometimes alone, sometimes in pairs and sometimes in larger groups. She noticed several Inn employee’s come in that had earlier finished their work shift and smiled as they waved in greeting before taking their seats. The atmosphere was relaxed, friendly and expectant.

The lights had been dimmed; presumably by Jason. Candles on each table had been lit and the cavernous atmosphere of the lounge reminded Marlie of an old Scottish castle she had visited once when she was very young. The acoustics in the lounge were exceptional and she reminded herself to ask Mr. Slade about it.

A very strong current of emotion washed over Marlie suddenly. She looked up to find a strikingly beautiful woman standing in the doorway of the Lounge, surveying the room expectantly. The woman tossed her long red hair over her shoulder before entering the room, an air of authority trailing behind her.

Marlie watched as Thomas reached forward, clasping her hand in his. Marlie was unable to feel a power difference between Thomas and the woman and wondered at the relationship abstractedly while she played. Thomas pulled the woman to his side, whispered something to her and straightened to continue watching Marlie.

With a very slight nod of his head, Thomas signaled to Marlie to begin her first set. Marlie smiled in return, catching and locking gazes with the red haired woman. Marlie fought the shiver that threatened, the sheer power of the woman nearly overwhelming. Marlie was not sure that it was an enjoyable feeling, especially coming from a female.

Forcing her mind away from the strange energy emanating from the woman standing at the side of Thomas Slade; Marlie committed herself to the feeling and the flow of her music and began.

Her fingers deftly picked out the clean clear notes of her favorite Celine Dion song. Her soft, lyrical voice joined in exactly on key.

“Right here, right now
I give my life to live again
I'll break free, take me
My everything I surrender all to you
Cause I'd surrender everything
To feel the chance to live again

I reach to you
I know you can feel it too
We'd make it through
A thousand dreams I still believe
You make me give them all to you
You hold me in your arms and never let go
I surrender

Right here, right now
I give my life to live again
I'll break free, take me
My everything I surrender all to you
Cause I'd surrender everything
To feel the chance to live again”

Marlie allowed the song to trail off as her fingers softly ended the tune. For a moment the lounge was very quiet, then one man, Thomas Slade, began clapping strongly followed by all the patron’s of the lounge. Marlie blushed furiously, leaned forward and spoke softly into the microphone.

“Thank you and thank you for being here for my first appearance here at the Red Rose Inn. That song is dedicated to the owner and my employer, Mr. Thomas Slade.” Still blushing, Marlie noticed the slight downturn of the red haired woman’s lips upon hearing her dedication.

Moving quickly on, Marlie played four more songs. Two more Celine Dion melodies, one Melissa Etheridge and one she had found years ago written by an unknown artist that sang of love, marriage and failed expectations. It was during one of the last songs that Marlie saw Jada enter the lounge looking very polished and elegant. Marlie caught her eye, offering a friendly smile and a quick wave before continuing. She made a mental note of the money Jada had slipped into her new tip jar.

Marlie ended on a soft note, excusing herself to the crowd and announcing she would return in approximately 20 minutes. She planned on joining Jada at the bar and introducing her to Jason, but Jade had slipped out before Marlie's set was over. Before Marlie could rise however; the exotic red haired woman approached, blocking her exit and her rise from the prickly red velvet pillow.

Alicia/Marlie at the piano

Alicia dressed carefully that night. She dressed for effect, letting just enough of her personal interest be represented to be true to herself, but not so shocking that the vanillas would have a problem with it. In fact at first glance the almost floor length black dress seemed almost chaste, that effect only denied by the low cut and plunging back. It was only when she moved that the rest showed. The split at the side of the dress went all the way up her thigh, showing off to perfection the sheer black stockings that ended in a pair of strappy black heels that flashed with a hint of silver when the light hit the silver stiletto spikes of the heels.

She finally was ready to go downstairs and was smiling just a little as she entered the room on Thomas' arm. Her gaze found the piano and she smiled once more, her gaze resting appreciatively on Marlie. Speaking to Thomas she commented on the girl and could only smile with wicked appreciation as Thomas told her about the improvements he had made to the cushion the girl sat on. Her interest piqued, Alicia watched and listened intently as the first song began.

It was beautiful. Alicia kept her thoughts to herself but joined in on the clapping. As Marlie finished her dedication, Alicia frowned slightly, wondering how much to read into that pretty little speech. A word with Thomas told her of the girl’s status, a further one secured permission to approach the other girl. Alicia listened with renewed pleasure as Marlie played again.

After a few more songs she announced a break and with a final murmured word to Thomas, Alicia moved forward. Approaching the girl at the piano, Alicia deliberately blocked Marlie’s flight, looming over her and giving the girl a smile. “You play well, I can see why Mr. Slade chose you for the evenings entertainment.”

Alicia noticed the girl’s reluctance to be this close to her and she wondered a little at it. There was nothing overt about it, it showed instead in the stiffness of the way she sat, the way she held her shoulders. Alicia pushed the envelope a little, stepping behind Marlie, lightly pressing her body against her back as she leaned forward as if to peer over the girl’s shoulder at the ivory keys. Alicia’s hands settled on Marlie’s shoulders, taking note of the tense muscles. She worked her hands against those muscles, massaging them for a few moments. In a seeming about face, Alicia moved suddenly, pressing even closer, the hands on Marlie’s shoulders pressing down as Alicia leaned down to whisper, “Such playing deserves a reward don’t you think?” Her tone suggested the reward she had in mind and idly, Alicia wondered if her suggestive tone would be met with interest.

It didn’t really matter though, Alicia intended to play with this girl, one way or another. If the evening turned out to be an entirely mental form of play so be it, but in truth Alicia was hoping for much more. Marlie’s gasp as the multitude of pins pricked her skin was quite gratifying to Alicia, while she waited for a response, her fingers began to wander across Marlie’s neck in a caress that somehow seemed both knowing and mockingly tender at the same time. As a final salvo, Alicia offered, “Those pins do seem to awaken all the sensitive nerves don’t they?”

Marlie's response to Alicia in the Lounge

The stunningly beautiful red-haired woman moved closer and then behind Marlie, clasping her elegant hands on Marlie’s shoulders, pressing down slightly.

Marlie’s breathing quickened, the pins digging in more painfully as her weight was shifted by the woman’s strength and then more so as the woman pushed more firmly upon her shoulders.

Marlie became angry for the briefest moment, this woman was definitely a Dominant and very good at forcing a response from Marlie that she did not want to give right now. She lifted her eyes to locate Thomas Slade, only to see that he had left the lounge through the side door.

“The woman bent low to whisper in Marlie’s ear. “Such playing deserves a reward don’t you think?” Her tone suggested the reward she had in mind and idly, Alicia wondered if her suggestive tone would be met with interest. It didn’t really matter though, Alicia intended to play with this girl, one way or another.

The sheer, over-whelming power of this woman quickly dissolved any anger that may have been building within Marlie. The sharp, stinging of the tacks against her bare bottom, the woman’s strong hands on her shoulders, the way she moved all spoke volume’s to Marlie and she could only respond in kind.

Unconsciously and without a will of her own to stop her, Marlie turned her head to the side as the lips of the gorgeous red-haired woman hovered near her neck. Marlie could only whisper as she gasped for breath, her reaction immediate and strong.

“Oh yes Ma’am. If that is your desire, then it shall be so.” Marlie’s entire body trembled beneath her touch, the tacks well embedded into the soft bottom by now only adding to the eroticism of the moment.

The woman chuckled softly, lifting a portion of Marlie’s hair from her neck to lean forward. Marlie knew it was coming, not only did she know it was coming, she nearly screamed with anticipation as she waited for the woman’s mouth and then teeth to mark her neck, just where her hair had been a moment ago.

Alicia had felt Marlie's anger at her touch, but she also felt the surrender as Marlie sagged in her grasp, her head turning to the side, letting her neck open to Alicia who's breath wafted over it, tickling against the fine hairs there. Alicia blinked as Marlie's breath quickened, not expecting such a profound reaction so soon.

“Oh yes Ma’am. If that is your desire, then it shall be so.”

Alicia couldn't help the chuckle of appreciation for the girl's willingness. The slender neck caught her attention and Alicia slid her fingers into Marlie's hair, lifting it out of the way as her head lowered. Alicia felt more than heard the anticipation as Marlie waited, wanted. Alicia made her wait longer, heightening it until Marlie's body trembled once more, then her lips lowered. Meeting soft skin, Alicia kissed it, her tongue playfully and seductively licked at it, rasped her teeth gently across that exposed flesh, then she bit her. The bite was hard enough to leave marks, Alicia's lips against Marlie's neck suckled strongly, making the blood rush to hover just beneath the skin. That mark would last a few days, Marlie would be able to hide it with her hair for social situations, but she would know it was there and that's what counted.

Alicia had a few ideas of Marlie's preferences from her reactions to the stimuli and finally abandoning that delectable neck, her lips traveled up to nibble at the other girl's ear as she whispered, "Oh I definitely desire..." Her tongue traced the shell of her ear and she continued, "When you are finished your set for the night, slip into something nice, but not your favourite as you won't be wearing it again then meet me at the entrance to the dungeon. I think that is the place youwhere you will get the greatest reward."

Finally drawing back, Alicia moved until she could see Marlie clearly as she looked a challenge at the girl. Would she admit to that dark desire that said the harsher pleasures were more to her taste? Softly, Alicia said, "Your public wants you my dear." Alicia retreated to the bar, ordering a drink as her eyes rested on Marlie. She continued to watch the girl for the rest of the evening, noticing every reaction, every time that she glanced up or around, and most especially, how she reacted to knowing that Alicia watched her.

Marlie's first night in the lounge is over.

Marlie could not breath, she could not think, she did not even remember where she was. The entire world had disappeared, there was only this powerful woman and Marlie, nothing else.

The bite hurt deliciously, Marlie’s entire body shuddered. It was the woman’s words that brought Marlie back to the present.

“Your public wants you my dear.”

Marlie’s attention snapped back and so did her anger. How dare this woman force her to react this way? Marlie did not even know her name, although she thought perhaps this was the Alicia Silver that Thomas had hired as his assistant…and one of Marlie’s bosses.

Marlie’s hands trembled as she began to pick out the beginning notes of her next song. She looked up to find Alicia’s gaze locked on her. Marlie’s face grew hot with a deep, embarrassed blush and she was suddenly very thankful for the dimmed lights of the lounge.

The tiny tacks pressed more deeply into her exposed bottom. Marlie wiggled ever so slightly on them, settling herself more comfortably, for her.

"When you are finished your set for the night, slip into something nice, but not your favorite as you won't be wearing it again. Then meet me at the entrance to the dungeon. I think that is the place where you will get the greatest reward."

Marlie swallowed convulsively, fighting to keep her mind on her music. Shaking her head to clear the dark thoughts away, she forced herself to focus on her music. As time always did while she was playing, it slipped away quickly and her three hour set was over before she realized it.

The audience clapped appreciatively, although by this time most of the patrons were more interested in their companion and their drink. This suited Marlie just fine, she rose from her cushion with a slight gasp as the pins released their hold on her tender skin.

Alicia had disappeared from her position at the bar, Marlie was not sure if she was thankful or disappointed. Taking a deep, calming breath, Marlie made her way back to Thomas Slade’s room. Just as she swiped her card key through the security device, Thomas’ words came back to her with a blow.

“You will sit upon a cushion filled with tacks Marlie. Depending on how torn up your bottom is at the end of the night will dictate your needs to me…I will be inspecting your bottom nightly…”

Thomas was resting on his bed, with Alicia just after making love to her.

He heard Twister bark, and he glanced at his watch. "Ah, Marlie has finished her set in the lounge, time for her inspection." Thomas slid off the large bed, and found a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist.

"I'll just be a few seconds dear." he said as he exited the bedroom. Thomas walked into the living room, and saw Marlie petting the tail wagging dog.

"Ah, there you are dear. I must say you play divinely. All the guests i talked to tonight just raved about you."

He walked over to her and stood behind her. "Lets get this dress off of you, and I'll take a look at your bottom. Oh, I almost forgot, Alicia the new manager is in my bedroom. we had a date tonight, and I guess we got carried away with each other. Have you meet her yet? Well unfortunatly, tonight you will have to sleep out here with Twister."

Thomas helped her lift the expensive dress over her shoulders, he took it, and hung it on a hanger in her closet, by the other gown's that he had putchased for her. He turned around and walked back to her, noticing her arranging her hair.

"This won't take but a few seconds, Marlie. Spread your legs a bit, then bend over and place your hands on the floor, please."

Marlie assumed the position he asked, and Thomas walked around looking her over. He squat down behind her.

"Oh my. Marlie, your ass is completly torn up, there are hundres of pin pricks through your skin and many have bled. You shouldn't this much damage unless you were practly jumping up and down on that coushin."

Thomas looked between her legs, into her wide open eye's. Marlie, did you do this to yoursel.... What is that on your neck? Stand up Marlie."

She stood, and Thomas pulled her hair off of her neck. "You know, I could understand you wanting a trip to the Dungeon, by grinding your ass on that pin coushin, but there is no way this hickey appeared out of thin air."

"Who did this to you, Marlie?"

Marlie was as happy to see Twister and Twister was to see Marlie. Just as Marlie was about to bend over and give Twister a big hug, Thomas came through the bedroom door wearing only a towel around his slender waist.

Marlie automatically dropped to a kneel, waiting for his approach.

“Ah, there you are dear. I must say you play divinely. All the guests I talked to tonight just raved about you.”

Marlie rose when he offered her his hand then froze for a brief moment listening to his command to remove her dress. Before she could respond, he had lifted it above her head and was headed toward the small closet designated earlier as hers. Marlie was feeling very exposed and vulnerable after the interaction with the red-haired woman in the lounge. Once again, the dark demon within her was fighting for release while she kept it securely tamped down.

Thomas returned, raking his eyes over her lithe form. Marlie realized it was the first time she had been naked in from of him and blushed hotly. It was a struggle not to raise her arms to cover her breasts and shield them from his gaze.

It was not her breasts he was interested in however. He deftly turned her and lightly pushed on her lower back, instructing her to place her hands on the floor. Now she really did feel vulnerable and prayed the wetness she had felt gathering between her legs earlier was not blatantly visible.

Of course Thomas knew right away the pin pricks visible on her bottom were more excessive than they should have been. While bending over, her hair fell forward, exposing the long column of her neck along with the red teeth marks and dark hickey.

“Stand up Marlie.” He ordered and she did, keeping her eyes glued to the floor at his feet. She felt as though she had done something wrong, as though it were through her own failings that she had already faltered this night.

“Who did this to you Marlie?” Thomas questioned very quietly.

She did not know him well enough. She was unable to tell if he was angry, disappointed, excited or just curious. She dared not let down her emotional walls to feel his energy, her own energy was still affected by the earlier confrontation with Alicia Silver.

And now, here was Thomas standing in a towel in front of her, the gorgeous Alicia probably naked, lounging in his bed after an evening of love-making. Shaking her head in confusion, Marlie merely stood with her head lowered, unsure of how to answer, she said nothing at all.

Thomas could see the mixed emotions in his slave. He moved closer and took her into his arms, He held her softly and put her head on his cheast.

He spoke softly. "It's OK, Marlie, you have done nothing wrong my pet. I only wish to know what happend. You will not be punished for this, this is not your fault. I only wish to know the truth of things."

Marlie began to tremble in Thomas' arms. The power of this man, her owner, was overwhelming. He smelled of sex, dominance, heat and love. He also smelled of the red-haired woman, the one now laying in his bed.

Speaking into his shoulder, still surrounded by his strong arms. Marlie answerd as truthfully as possible.

"In all honestly, I do not know her name for sure." Holding her breath for a moment, she continued, "She had been at the bar. A tall, strikingly beautiful red haired-woman. Her Dominant core is very strong and I reacted to it immediately."

Marlie pulled out of Thomas' arms.

"I tried not to respond, I even got angry but it did not help," she whispered.

Sighing, Marlie sank to her knees at Thomas' feet.

"I am a hopeless case. I can not control that which is within me anymore than I can control whether I breath or not. I am lost Master."

Eva and Gary in the jauzzi

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Eva watched Gary’s reactions to her touch on his chest, and saw that he gave a sigh of satisfaction as he felt her gentle touch. Eva wondered if the scars were from a horrific time and whether if she can take the responsibility of taking care of Gary. Still, Eva would wait to hear what Gary have got to say, before making a decision.

After a few moments, Gary looked up, to look at Eva, and he shook his head, and he gave a nervous chuckle, before saying; "Every domme, slave, and submissive has a moment in their life where everything they are is put into perspective. For some this is a happy moment to be cherished, and for others it is...different."

This surprised Eva very much, hearing this from Gary, as it was very deep and it sounded serious.

As Gary begun to tell the story, he also took one of Eva’s arms into his hands and he begun to wash it slowly, which surprised her, for that she did not expect Gary to start bathing her, as he told the story. And this pleased her, that Gary could do a couple of things at the same time; it showed another good sign of his submission.

Gary explained that in his house, that they had a dungeon, and that he was often used for dungeon play, but there were a rule, and that there would be always people around and that there were to be a safe word put in place, to ensure that the play goes smoothly. Gary explained that there were a Domme who loved to humiliate and abuse, she had history and that in one of the play sessions, Gary have made a mistake. This made Eva curious, as what mistake he have made, to cause the scars. Eva nodded, and listened quietly, as she signalled for Gary to continue. As he did, he have finished with one of Eva’s arms, and moved on to the other; "She had me so aroused, almost to the point of no return. I could feel how close she was, knew where she was, and before I could stop myself, I leaned down and kissed her, taking a small amount of what I needed from her. She didn't take kindly to even such a small infraction, and her "play" soon swapped from humiliation to torture."

Eva was so horrified to hear that Gary’s mistake was a simple one and that he was so aroused and that he could not stop himself, leaning down to kiss her feet. She felt, in her own personal opinion, that that was a sign of respect for the Domme in question, but did not say so at this point, she would do so, when Gary have finished.

Gary explained that the Domme in question used harsh floggers and many toys on his back. There was a cat o nine tails which was modified and that the Domme used it on his back, after only 4 hits, he screamed, and shouted out a safe word, yet that the Domme did not stop, and continued to do so after five hits, and finally other people came to stop the play.

With that, Gary hesitated, in his bathing of Eva. Eva put her hand up on Gary’s face, and stroked it gently.

“Gary, that was a bad experience,” she said; “I assure you, that if I am to use you for any play or chores, etc, that I will always listen to your wants and needs, and there will be always a safe word put in place,” Eva told him, as she watched Gary’s hands shaking, as he relived the experience.

“Gary, thank you for telling me, you did not have to,” Eva was saying, “I am pleased that you felt you were able to tell me. In my own personal opinion, you leaning down to kiss her feet was a sigh of your respect for her, and that you did not deserve that, not in any way. Do not feel that you were to blame in this situation; she was to blame, entirely. Come, lay your head on my chest, boy, let us relax,” Eva finished.