BDSM Club [OPEN to ONE DOMINATE, LITERATE MALE]

[sexymistress]

BDSM Club [CLOSED]

(Alright, so I had this idea based off of a Game that I was playing. Please please please PM me before you jump in so that we can go over some information and some ideas for the plot of the role play! Thank you so much!)

Hands were shaking as much as possible with the rope wrapped around them, darkness was present although she was sure it was day time outside the dark bag over her head. The deep breaths around her forced her to realize that there were other people around here as well. She could feel the tears running down her cheeks silently, worried about everything that was going on. How could she have been so foolish as to go out at night without anyone around. She should have known that things could have happened, her parents had always warned her about that. How could she have been so stupid as to think that the men who came to talk to her were really lost? There were too many and they seemed to have found her easily enough.

The car bumped and jolted to a halt, causing her to fall forward slightly, wincing as her head made contact with the seat infront of her. Trying to speak, she could only feel a cold plastic in her mouth and she whimpered against it, trying to move it so that she would be able to ask where they were, why they had taken her. However, it was stuck in place, drool now mixing with the tears on her pale white skin. One of the men grabbed her arm and pulled her from the car, putting her over his shoulder, now caring that her head bumped against his body painfully or that she began to feel dizzy and sick from the sudden change in position and movement.

After what felt like a lifetime, Callie was set down on a cold cement floor, her bare feet jumping at the icy feeling. Slowly, she felt a pair of softer hands, more gentle hands undoing the blouse that she had been wearing. A woman's voice spoke softly, muffled through the bag. Slowly, she cut the arms of the blouse and the fabric fell to the ground. Helping Callie to stand, she unzipped the black pencil skirt and let it pool at the other girl's feet.

Without waiting, she slipped the young woman's underwear from her body and proceeded to do the same with her bra. Helping her to walk over to a metal tub, the older woman sat Callie down and began to wash her down, careful to scrub the dirt and dust from the and the pale skin. Callie almost felt bliss as she sat in the hot water and had someone treat her like a child again. Slowly, she felt the bag being slipped from her head and she kept her eyes wide in anticipation to see who was there. But as a small ray of light filled her eyes, it disappeared as a blind fold was placed over them again.

The woman began to wash the long red hair, pouring warm oil over the top of it to make it shine. Finally, she helped Callie from the bath and tried her off carefully, making sure that the girl wouldn't freeze down here. Sliding a short, black, silk nightgown over the girl's body, helping her to step into a matching thong, the woman sat her back down on the ground. The door opened and a heavier pair of feet entered, attaching the ropes around Callie's thin wrists to a hook on the wall, preventing her from moving far at all.

The door slammed shut and complete silence surrounded her. What was going on now? Was anyone there?

-----x------

QUICK FACTS
Name: Callie Hightower
Age: 20
Hair: Red, chest length, naturally wavy
Eyes: Blue, long lashes
Height/Weight: 5'7, 130 pounds
Bust: 36C
Body Type: Slim, athletic
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: Small scar on her right hip, no tattoos, ears pierced.
Occupation: Secretary, amateur model
Relations: Parents deceased (2 years ago), older brother is in the military
Sexual Experience: Not a virgin, expert at oral, never attempted anal.
Other: She is a submissive girl when it comes to sex, but her fight response kicks in before her pleasure one, causing her to fight first. Some say that she is a pain slut, but she has never tired anything but a big of spanking before.

 

[sexymistress]

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[Antics]

As the door clanged shut, James looked down at their captive, appraising her. ID'd by her own plastic: Callie, aged 20. Good enough for now. They could give her a new identity, in Monaco, down the track. If she was any good.

Black silk seemed to suit the long-limbed thing, a nice contrast to the gleaming red locks she probably spent an hour a day on. Yeah. Used to spend an hour a day on.

She was only a reach away, sitting on the concrete, legs together and drawn against her chest. Poor little cold ass. He could see a little thigh, not much else. And the thick blindfold hid half her face.

But her head was up, as she sought answers in her blindness, trying to work it all out. Not cowed, that was unusual. A bit of spunk for a change. Probably she'd shriek when he gave her the chance. They all did. Briefly.

In the quiet of the room he folded his arms across his bare chest and leaned back against the metal door. Hands deep in his combat pant pockets, James listened to her sucking air around the plastic.

He yawned, but stayed silent, waiting to see what she did. It was damn late and he didn't want to start another breaking tonight. But good fortune had delivered him a stunner. She had the body to be much better than average - even half-decent hair. He could get extra credit for this one. After a fun few weeks fucking.

The question was whether she was bright enough to adapt. James frowned. He'd had to waste the last two cunts, being unable to change their attitude, so didn't have his second product for the month. Yet. Fuck, he didn't need another swathe of demands from Monaco, that was for sure.

He straightened. At least, with no other trainees in the house until they found some more, the redhead could have his full attention. Not that she was going to like it. Spoiled brat. She wouldn't be walking alone to any more late night whatevers. Wouldn't be going to anything alone again.

The girl squirmed. Well peeved, obviously. And she jerked at the bonds, testing them.

James grinned. Might as well party.

He stretched left with his mangled hand and flicked off the light. No point giving his eyes a chance to adjust; down here was blacker than her nightie, day or night. He felt for her face and, even as she tried to twist away, pulled free the blindfold. She tried to stand but he knew the rope holding her to the lower wall ring would prevent any of that.

Protest time. James pulled her soft hair aside and fumbled for the gag tie, undoing it. He tossed it into the darkness and stepped back out of reach of any kicks, hearing her swift intake of breath.

 

[sexymistress]

Her head moved around, trying to find another person in the room. Was she completely alone? Isolated from the rest of civilization now that she was clean enough for the people here? Sucking in air around the gag in her mouth, she tried to figure out if anyone else was breath as well, if anyone else was walking around with just a whisper of movement. Yet there was no sound, no nothing.

Knees remained pulled up to her chest, the skin rubbing against the silky fabric of her nightgown. The black stood out harshly against her pale skin, only adding more allure to the woman's body that was barely hidden beneath the fabric.

The tightness of the blindfold around her head was starting to make her a touch dizzy and she didn't like the feeling of the gag in her mouth. It was stretching her lips and she didn't like the taste of the rubber against her tongue. Sucking in another breath, she could feel the saliva running down her chin, some dripping onto her bare thigh.

As she listened for noise, she started to struggle against the bonds that tied her to the wall. If she could just get out of these bonds then she would be able to get out of here. Able to find a way to get out and never have to look back here again.

As there was a small click, her head snapped in the direction of the noise, her eyes moving blindly behind the darkness that surrounded her. As the hand touched her skin, she tried to pull back but his hand easily pulled the fabric off her face. Blinking, she feared she was blind, the darkness surrounding her and pressing against her. Trying to get up, the bonds kept her close to the ground, forcing her to remain sitting on her numb ass.

As he took the gag off of her face, she sucked in a couple of deep breaths before beginning to kick her legs, attempting to make contact with another form of flesh. "Let me out of here! Let me out!" she shouted as loud as she could, kicking her legs as far and wide and long as she could. "LET. ME. OUT!"

 

[Antics]

Her indignant voice filled the space; its anger echoed in the darkness and she kept adding to it, yelling to be let out, yelling that she was trapped, that she was stuck, yelling for someone to help.

She yelled herself breathless.

James waited her out. It couldn’t last. He heard her belief waver as her voice dropped. In the pause as she recharged for another screech, he responded.

"I won’t talk to you if you scream or interrupt. Understood? I will just wait until you stop. As long as it takes."

 

[Antics]

Another night; another girl. A clean sheet of paper, ready to be drawn on. And a beautiful picture might result from it; a valuable product. Unfortunately, a mess of scribble and a crumpling of the paper was a common outcome.

Sometimes, in the moment before it began, he wondered whether he really wanted to break a girl, to twist her into compliance. This one was a kidnap; she might not even be predisposed to the role and unwilling even to try it.

A keeper or a throw-away? As always, it depended... Sure, much hinged on how he first treated her and responded to her reactions. And how much he had to hurt her. Time would tell.

James preferred darker skin tones, but Callie did have good hair. She was worth the attempt.

 

[sexymistress]

As a voice echoed in the large room, different and deeper then her own. Callie froze, trying to direct her head in the direction of the man. Maybe she could make out a shape, figure out who was there and why. "Let me out! Please! This is all just one big mistake. I was going home after working late, I didn't even do anything wrong. I've never done anything wrong. My family will worry about me. "she begged into the darkness as she pulled against the restraints around her arms, trying to get them off of her. "Please and hurry up before that woman comes back and sees you here. "

There was some kind of hope that this was another prisoner, that had also been taken for the wrong reasons. Maybe this man could find a way to get light into the room, to make the light shine like it had before. She could feel it when they brought her in and could feel it for a long time. It gave off a little bit of heat, enough to stop the goosebumps from covering her pale and freckled skin.

"I can't see you. Do you know how to turn the light on? Can you find a way to turn it on?" she asked before tugging on the restraints once again, "And do something about this terrible things please?"

 

[Antics]

James let her wait just a moment, long enough to wonder if he’d reply.

“Yes, I will turn the light on. But not yet. First... a few realities.

“You’re not going anywhere... Callie. Yes, I know your name.

"Your home - for now - is right here. You’re going to be trained in the complete art of pleasuring men for an eventual life of luxury in the fast lanes of the world - if you graduate. First, however, comes the equivalent of army basic - you could call it slave training 101 - and I’m the drill sergeant. "

He listened to her quick suck of air, imagining wide disbelieving eyes.

"That’s right. There’s one way out of here, and that’s to pass. I doubt you know much about sex; I am certain you know little about life as a slave. My role is here is to teach you both until your skills and poise are better than most.

"We’ll begin when you ask me to. And you will address me as Master."

James smiled to himself. How long would she hold out? A day? He didn't think more than two, she'd be too cold and wet and would figure she could bargain her way to clothes, a toilet and some food... and a chance at escape.

He stood silently, waiting for her answer.

 

[sexymistress]

"How do you know my name? You--you're here for the same reason I am aren't you? You must know what is going on, we can get out of here together if we try! Please, just help me to get unlocked and we can find a way out." she said worriedly, shifting her position once more, hoping her eyes would get used to the darkness.

As the man kept speaking, her heart sank and her stomach twisted. Pleasuring a man? The life of luxury? Slave Training? Callie shook her head, eyes wide yet unable to cry. "No, that is a lie. This is all just a big joke, now stop pulling the prank. Which of my friends put you up to this. I get it, haha, very funny. It must be payback for my April fools joke or something. I get it, really funny guys. You had me going." she said with a small laugh.

"As Master? Are you kidding right now? " she said with a shake of her head. Callie rolled her blue eyes, "Fuck off you sicko." Stopping her struggle, she leaned her back against the wall behind her, head leaning back against the cold stone.

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Almost a day and a half had passed since she had been thrown into this dark room. Her eyes were shut, her breathing slightly laboured from the struggle to keep her lungs working. Her throat was dry, her stomach grumbling and she needed to use the washroom. "Please, water... " she whispered softly, her lips dry and tongue felt like it was on fire. "Master." she spat out, eyes opening to shoot daggers around the dark room.

 

[Antics]

As ran downstairs for another look at the latest captive, James wasn't thinking of her probable misery. He’d undergone worse and lost fingers. A second night in the darkness was nothing. But he did wonder if he should bother with any more girls off the street. After one delightful success, they’d had three wastes of time; Callie might well be another. And disposing of bodies didn’t get easier.

He reached in his pocket for the basement key and unlocked the door.

Should Callie be a failure, James had decided to recommend they only hunted for product in BDSM groups - preferably in other cities or across the border. Ironically, there was plenty of fodder upstairs in the lounge; the BDSM Club had a deserved reputation and a large membership. But no-one could disappear from the house; that was asking for trouble and Monaco would never permit the risk.

Her voice came at him as soon as he stepped inside, her face caught briefly in the hall light, hair framing a scowl.

He closed the door and listened in the darkness. Well. Time to begin. He felt along the door frame for the switch, and flicked on the light.

“Yes, girl?”

 

[sexymistress]

The hunger was bearable, she was used to skipping meals on days when she was working a double over-time at the office. She knew that it wouldn't be a walk in the park when she did eat something, but she didn't worry about it. The thirst was the worst feeling in the world. Her mouth felt like it was filled with cotton and her throat stung when she took a breath through it. She just wanted something, anything, to drink and quench the terrible feeling.

As the door opened, she squinted into the light, only seeing the outline of the man. He had come back every so often to see if she had broken, to see if she was ready to call him 'Master'. She never had said anything, refusing to give him that kind of power over her.

As she spoke, a scowl on her face, she couldn't help but frown even more at him. "You heard me. I did what you told me to. "

Worried that if she did not play along with him she took a deep breath and repeated, " Please, water, Master."

 

[Antics]

She had been crying; she stunk - the whole room did - and her nightie was crumpled and sweaty. Her wrists looked raw from the rope; she’d been twisting at it, trying to get free. Her hair hung limp in clumps. Still scowling though; not surrendering yet. Feisty. He noticed the fire in her eyes. Very nice blue. She was still convinced she could get out of it all, stubborn bitch.

“All right.”

James nodded and went back into the recesses of the room. There was a sink there and shelves holding a bunch of things, including a glass. He half filled it with water and walked back, squatting in front of her.

The outline of her nipples stood out behind the sheer fabric although she was obviously anything but aroused. He held the glass carefully to her lips so she could sip.

“Yes, Callie, you addressed me as Master. That’s good. Are you ready to begin your training? Regardless, you need another bath, and something for your wrist. I will get a girl from upstairs to come clean you again, and I'll untie you while I am gone. There’s a toilet in the recess at the back.” He waved his arm in the direction of the sink.

And then we will talk more. Don’t do any damage, or you will be punished.”

James placed the glass on the floor. He untied the rope from its hook behind her head, and untwisted it from her wrists.

He stood, looking down at her as she rubbed what were certainly painful rope burns. “Take your dirty clothes off before I get back.”

 

[sexymistress]

Callie looked up at him as he walked into the room, her eyes still blurred and squinting due to the brightness that suddenly filled her senses. She couldn't believe how so much light could fill a room. Eyes moved around the area slowly, it was a basement,but she could barely make out the objects that were all around her. As she tugged against the ropes, she could feel the tough fabric cutting into her wrists slowly, blood running dow her arms slowly.

Eyes followed him nervously as he walked from one side of the room to the other, filling a glass with water. As he took his time to walk back over to her, she scowled once again. She was dying of thirst, couldn't she see that?

As he leaned forward with the cup, she met him as far as she could go and sipped the cold liquid, drinking it quickly and trying to get every last drop of it.

"More, please. I'm so thirsty. "

Ignoring the comment about being trained, she sat still and waited until he untied her hands. Rubbing the raw and bloody skin, Callie watched as he left the room and rolled her yes at his back. Like hell she was going to strip down when he would come back into the room. Going over to the toilet, she revealed herself before sticking her head under the tap and gulping down the water, not caring as it ran over most of her face and hair.

Callie looked at the glass. Throwing it at the wall would break it enough to get shards of glass, a weapon to defend herself with. She could find a place to hide it in here. However before she had time to react, the door was opening again and she shrank back into the corner as much as possible.

 

[Antics]

“Hello again, Callie.”

James looked at the small figure trying to disappear into the rough brick walls.

“Still clothed, you filthy girl? Why am I am not surprised? However, I warn you. This is Vivi. I suggest you don’t piss her off.”

He indicated the blonde who had come in behind him.

“Vivi isn’t as gentle as Dawn. She’s the slave who was with you last night. And Vivi is first girl in the house - so she has authority to slap you if you aren’t helpful.

James took a step toward her and let her hear an edge in his voice.

“Go to the bath and strip, or she’ll assist you to get there. And if you'd prefer warm water, I suggest you move your ass. Now.”

“Master...” Vivi sounded surprised. “Warm water?”

A brief scuffle and Callie had lost another layer of dignity and resistance. Plenty more to go, he reflected.

He leaned against the door and watched as Vivi gave his stinky captive a clean-up. He admired her curves; her slim waist and round smooth ass appealed. He pictured the satisfaction he’d have penetrating it. He chuckled as she squirmed, obviously preferring to wash her trimmed red pubes herself.

Damn, he remembered the contract. He’d made one up, but left it in the office. Much as he was aroused by the fair skinned naked slut, he would forgo watching her wash.

“Vivi, continue. I’m going up to the office. Back soon. No clothes. And don’t play with her; I know you want to. Teach her to kneel.”

James closed the door behind him and jogged upstairs. Callie could have Raquel’s room, he’d decided. Raquel had a home in Switzerland now and would not be back. Somehow, he didn’t expect she’d refuse to sign. She wanted to get out so she’d give up almost anything to avoid chains and therefore give herself hope. But if she wanted to stay in the basement, she could. For as long as she wanted.

He decided to change shirts and put on a plain black tee. Vivi could fix her some food while he read her the rules. And there’d be time for an inspection.

He picked the contract - and his whip - off the desk and returned to the girls.

 

[sexymistress]

Eyes grew darker as he walked back into the room and moved over to where she had backed up. "I'm not undressing in front of you. I have some modesty and honour left in my life. So get out. "

Looking at the woman standing behind him, she shook her head,"Then I don't need her. I can give myself a bath now that I have the use of my hands. I don't need a bitch trying to order me around. If she slaps me, I'll slap back."

At the tone of his voice, she set her jaw and didn't move an inch, "No. I already told you that I am not going to undress with you in the room, nor am I letting her give me a bath. I'm not a child. " she said with a deep set frown on her face, "Now, get out and maybe I'll bathe."

Between the two other people, they managed to get her over to the bath, not without a struggle. Had clawed kicked at the both of them, sure that the both would have bruises in the morning from her lashing out. "You're both fucking perverts! You're going to pay for this! Let go of me! " she screamed at the top of her lungs as the blonde submerged her head under the water for a little longer then she felt comfortable with.

When she was brought back up for air, soap and shampoo blurred her vision and she struggled against the harsh feeling of the cloth on her body, especially when they passed over the sensitive parts of her body. "Stop it! I can wash myself! " she snapped, trying to push the other woman away from her, while keeping as much of her body under the water as possible.

When he finally left the room, she didn't struggle as much or fight as hard to keep herself under the water. What the hell was kneeling? Like she did in church when she growing up? Why on earth was she going to do that? Eyes darted around the room to find something to cover herself with, knowing that this blonde bitch wouldn't give her clothing again. Finally, she grabbed the black nighty from the night before and pulled it over her head before Vivi could stop her without getting into another fight.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL CUT YOU!"

Callie was backed up in the corner again, holding onto the glass up like a weapon, throwing it at the woman when she got to close to her. "Get the fuck off! Who do you think you are! "

There was nothing that they could do to her to break her of this fight, she wasn't going to let them man handle her and force her to do things that she didn't like.

 

[Antics]

He closed the door softly, and came forward. Looking past the blonde, he could see Callie crouched, hissing, back in her corner, this time holding her glass like a weapon.

He nodded, as if to himself and half-smiled briefly, taking a couple of strides to reach the shelves by the bath. He tossed the papers onto one, and turned.

“You can go, Vivi. Thank you.”

He shook out the long whip, as he approached her.

“Yes Master.” Vivi turned and left without another word.

“Girl, I’m disappointed. I think you’re smarter than this. Why take punishment you can avoid? Makes no sense to me. But I can play the game rough if that’s what you want. You can tell me when you’re willing to begin again.”

He flicked the whip at speed, knocking the glass from her grip. It smashed on the concrete, its slivers lying all around her bare toes. She tried to step back, but she’d already backed herself against the wall and there was nowhere to go.

The whip whistled and spat at her, drawing weals across her legs. He ignored her protestations and screams, and continued to flick at her for nearly five minutes. She tried to turn away; he marked her shoulders arms as well.

Eventually, sobbing, she sunk to the ground, hiding her face with stinging hands as his whip continued to taunt.

Fortunately, she might have thought - if she were not the whipped but a watcher - he had skill enough not to lash so hard she ran with blood; unfortunately his fitness meant he could keep going and going and his apparent callousness didn't appear dented at all by her entreaties for mercy.

Eventually, when it seemed all fight had drained, for the moment anyway, he stopped.

“I won’t be in ‘till the afternoon tomorrow. If you decide to try cooperation, take that rag off before I come in, and kneel at my feet when I enter.

"I suggest you pick up all the glass so you don't cut your feet. Put it on the bench by the sink. The girls will bring you some food in the morning."

 

[sexymistress]

Callie stayed on the offensive as he walked into the room, eyes following his movements closely to prevent the two of them ganging up on her again. Neither of them were going to get close to her this time, she wasn't letting that vile team touch her again if she could help her.

"Fucking cunt." she growled lowly as the woman walked out of the room, eyes turning back to James as he stood before her with a whip.

"I have a name. Stop calling me Girl. You are nothing but a sorry excuse for a man. You can't get a girl of your own so you're having people kidnap them for what? A few hours of sex? Or can't you get hard and it is easier to torture them and kill them? That's sick."

As the whip broke the glass in her hand, she stepped back as far as she could, going up on her toes to avoid the sharp shards of glass. "What the hell!?"

As the whip came down again, it passed over her legs and she jumped, yelping in pain at the feeling. As she realized he wasn't going to stop, she closed her eyes tightly and tried to keep from calling out. She wasn't going to help him get off on this. Turning to keep her back to him, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to fall from the pain she kept shaking her head back and forth.

Slowly, her knees gave out on her and she slide down the wall to the floor and covered her head and face with her arms as the whip continued to lash itself against any hint of visible flesh. "Stop it. Stop it! STOP IT FUCK."

Hot tears were running down her cheeks and she could feel bits of glass digging into the heels of her feet from the change of position. As the whip finally stopped, she lifted her head and looked at him, "You're sick." she whispered before picking up one of the larger glass shards and throwing it at him with full force, giving a small gasp as she watched it collide with his hand.

"I--I'm sorry…master."

The last word was ripped form her words with disgust and left a terrible taste in her mouth. However, she hoped that it would at least keep him from hitting her with the whip again.

"Your Vivi didn't teach me to kneel like you told her to. So I don't know how to do that. I'm not eating anything they give to me, except maybe Dawn? I think you said that was her name. Or--or better yet I'll use the glass to hurt myself instead. You don't care and it is better then being around you. "

Swallowing, she turned her eyes over to the papers that he had set down. "Wh--what are those for? Please, I--I'll behave if yo tell me."

 

[Antics]

“Damn!”

James sucked at the cut she’d made. He was slowing up. Should have dodged that. He stood still and regarded her. Was she worth the bother?

“Callie, you are right; you can choose to die. Take some glass, cut your wrists, sit in the bath. Fine. I have other things to do. But you have no idea whether I care or not.”

He kicked a couple of the glass shards away and stepped over her.

“Life won’t get easier until you quit this ‘fuck you’ attitude. You’re sore. You deserved it. But I didn’t cut you. You’re not bleeding. Think about it. Understand, girl... nothing will change until you do.”

James turned from her and walked to the door. He opened it and looked back at the sulking figure and her bonfire eyes.

“The papers..? That’s your contract. Call it bedtime reading. I’m sorry there’s no bed. But I had thought you’d be upstairs in your own room by now. Maybe tomorrow.

“I think you should lighten up, Callie. You’ll probably enjoy it.”

 

[sexymistress]

Seeing the blood that flowed from the cut, Callie sucked in a breath, flinching in the slightest bit from fear. She really shouldn't have done that, he had the upper hand here, she was just trying to survive. Surly he would understand that right?

"Maybe I will. What would you do without a new girl to sleep with? I know you don't care, you'll just go and get another girl and put her through all this again. You get off on it, I can tell. "

Watching as he walked over her, she shook her head slowly and rubbed the red welts that covered the once soft skin. Blinking back tears she shook her head, "I didn't mean to cut you either."

Swallowing at the mention of a contract, she shook her head over and over again, "No fucking way. I'm not signing that fucking thing, let alone reading it."

As he walked out of the room, she slowly got up, careful to avoid the pieces of glass and slowly paced the room. Her body was aching and hurting as she tried to keep active. Slowly, she picked up the contract and sat down in the empty tub, reading the paper work with a frown on her face. Have an open mind to this? LIke hell.

---x---

At some point, she must have fallen asleep in the tub as she woke up and didn't know what was going on. Her stomach was grumbling in pain and her back was sore from the awkward sleeping position. Slinking out of the tub, she stuck her head under the water once again, drinking down the cold water to try and settle her stomach.

 

[Antics]

When James returned to the basement room, late Friday afternoon, he’d not seen Callie for a nearly a whole day. He was encouraged by Dawn’s report that the girl had not only swept her space, but had eaten the food she’d delivered.

It was time to lighten up on his captive a little and see how she responded. And the night ahead gave him a good opportunity to expose her to the scene. He wondered how she’d react when she found out the evening’s program.

But that was the game; you never knew what a girl would do when you surrounded her with overt sex and her body inevitably responded.

James hoped he'd see something wild awakened. Time would tell.

He saw she still had defiance in her eyes. And she was wary. She backed against the bath edge as he came in.

James opened his hands. “No whip, Callie, see? And I’ll even ignore the fact you didn’t kneel.”

Without waiting for a retort, he continued, “So, this evening the club is open and there will be a lot of people around. You may come upstairs and watch what happens here.”

He smiled. “Before you get ideas... forget about escaping. However, you can have something to wear and freedom of movement if you behave. Or you can remain in your basement, and we’ll talk again next week.

“What is your choice?”

 

[sexymistress]

Callie was curled up with the contract right against her body and flinched as the door opened. Sinking deeper into the empty tub, she closed her eyes tightly and gripped the paper hard enough that her knuckled turned white. She had gotten a full meal, but her stomach was still in knots because of the impending doom that she knew would settle upon her any time now.

Swallowing roughly as he moved closer towards her she shook her head, "Doesn't mean you won't still hit me. I don't know how to keel, your bitch didn't show me yesterday. Why don't you get your whip and punish her for it?"

Holding up the contract she shook hr head, "That isn't in my contract. I don't have to do anything not written in these four corners. Speaking of which, I have a couple of points that I would like to talk to you about changing please? Then, I may consider a period of time, a short period mind you, to try your tormenting in return for some kind of freedom."

Slowly walking over to him, she held out the paper, "I would like a pen if you have one so that I can write the proper corrections. I figured you wouldn't want it in blood. "

Maybe if she could get him to focus on the contract and not on the idea of going up to the club she could get out of it. That was the last place she wanted to go. They were all probably like him, beating girls until they couldn't move anymore. That wouldn't surprise her at all. He seemed like the kind of person who would have friends like that, or buyers.