The Stables 2

[Starphyre]

The Stables

The Stables is a high class, private BDSM club on the outskirts of New York. The Stables were staffed by the finest Dominants and submissives in the
country. It is a place that people come to live out their fantasies, and have their dreams come true.

This is an open thread. People can take the parts of the staff of the Stables, or one of their customers.

The Stables staff consists of 6 to 10 Dominants and subbies. I would like to go half and half on both Dom/sub and male/female for the staff.

At this point we have one Dominant and one submissive, both female.
ARaynes is the dominant, and would you please post your char here, hon? I am also trying to sweettalk her into making her character the Manager of
the Stables.

The submissive is Stacy (me)
Age 21
height 5'6"
weight 125
Eyes green
Hair Blonde, shoulder length.
Stacy is working her way through college by working at the Stables. And why not? The pay is great and the job is fun. She is rarely dressed while at the
Stables, preferring to go nude, with the exception of her leather collar, or course. The only time she wears something at work is if one of the Dominants
orders her to, which they sometimes do, or if it is called for by the scene she is working.

 

[DreamGrrl]

Fatima

Fatima
Age: 24
Height: 5'7
Weight: 127
36d-28-34

Fatima is a fairly well-trained slave from the middle east. She has lived in the US for some time, and speaks flawless English with a British accent, a sign of her tutorage.

She has hip-length ebony hair, a straight curtain of thick tresses. Her eyes are almond-shaped and a rich, dark brown that borders on black, often shifting to that shade when she finds her consciousness submitting fully to her slave nature. Her body has had all hair permanently removed, and is a tawny bronzed shade all over.

Normally she is attired in the silky, translucent harem-style pants made of silken netting and a tiny brocaded vest that barely contains her lovely breasts. Tiny bells adorn her right ankle and she also wears a similar belly chain. Ocassionally, she even wears the half veil of the harem slave, a gauzy swath that dances over her lower face, making watching her full bow of a mouth rather like playing peek a boo.

 

[ARaynes]

Mistress Mandra
Age:26
Height: 5'6"
36-24-34
Long (down to her but when braided.) jetblack hair, pulled back into a tight braide usually.
Wears Black g-string, black thigh high boots, black boustierre to work in, when not workin wears a black leather halter and a black pair of chaps. Underneath the chaps she wears spandex pants.

Manager of the club, only one that knows the Owner. She trains the subs and a Master that has not been before. She runs the facility in a strict manner. Not to be treaded on for she does like to punish the weak and stupid.

 

[BadForm]

Name: Doctor Everet Green
Training: General Practice
Occupation: Club's medic, pain evaluator and punishment counsellor
Age: 43
Height: 5'9"
Build: Stocky
Hair: Black with some greying touches
Eyes: Dark brown
Fleshallid
Wears: A doctors housecoat. Unless it is cold, that is all he wears. He also carries various medical essentials in his pockets. You know the stuff... bandaids and antiseptics to an electricity generating 'pen' to test pain reflexes.

 

[ARaynes]

Mistress Mandra

It was late and I was getting tired of waiting on Stacy to get into my office. So with that I took myself out and started roaming the halls of the club, looking into the windows of the rooms. My Dommes and subs were some of the best in the world. Some had gone so far as to be pulled from other countries.

That is when I saw that Stacy was with a client. Soon she would be wrapping up, her body already looking weak from the restraints and the timer about to sound. Must be strange having to live off a timer. I loved managing, because I got all the time I needed to train.

I stood, standing tall waiting until the timer sounded and I could take Stacy back to my room.

 

[Starphyre]

Finally, the timer sounded and Mr Greene smiled at me, and began to release me from the restraints he had put on me.

"That won't be necessary Mr Greene"

I looked up at the sound of Mistress Mandra's voice and whimpered. Mistress Mandra was waiting for me. She smiled as she lead Mr Greene to the receptionist, and left me to squirm, still very
tightly bound. I wondered if she was going to release me enough to walk to her office.

 

[DreamGrrl]

*BUMP*

 

[ARaynes]

Mistress Mandra

"Good day Mr. Greene. I am glad you had a good time."

With that I walked down the hall to Stacy. Walking in, I stopped, watching her squirm but saying nothing. Giving her the anticpation she deserved and that I expected from my subs.

Finally I broke the silence. "Stacy, Why didn't you tell me you would not make it to my office when you were requested? I am displeased with you."

 

[Starphyre]

Stacy jerked in her bonds and whimpered. "Oh, Mistress Mandra I forgot!. I am sorry." She surged once more against her bonds and then hung loosely in them. "I promise it won't happen again"

The strain was starting to show in her voice. Mr Greene liked very stringent binding.

 

[ARaynes]

Mistress Mandra

Picking up the riding crop from it's usual spot Mistress slashed it violently through the air three times connecting with Stacy's back.

"No, it won't happen again, or you will not have a job. I demand the best too the clients and more to the owner or myself. Understood?"

 

[Starphyre]

Stacy cried out at the three slashes across her back, jerking in her bonds. "Yes, Mistress. I understand! I will do better!"

 

[ARaynes]

Mistress Mandra

"For now I have to do my rounds. You will stay there and when I am free I will be back. You had better have a good excuse for your actions."

With that I leave the room for to do my round around the club. I don't partiuclarly like having to be mean to the staff, but at times they do bring it apon themselves.

I order a rm from the bar, before walking to find Fatima

 

[Starphyre]

Stacy moaned as Mistress Mandra left her in her bonds. She was exhausted from struggling already. Mr Greene liked to make her struggle when he bound her.

She tried to relax as the time past, but she couldn't help trying to wiggle a little...and that just made the ropes and restraints seem tighter.

At one point, she decided she couldn't take it anymore and struggled as hard as she could, desparate to get free. After 10 minutes, she hung in her bonds, her energy spent. She whimpered and waited for Mistress to return.

 

[DreamGrrl]

Fatima

Fatima eased out of the door of her quarters, her shedora wadded in one tiny, bronzed hand.

She had been with the Stables for what she considered some time in the life of the slave, and while she always felt comfortable wandering the halls in her harem-garb, even wearing a face veil never made her confident enough to leave the inner buildings without her head to toe covering.

Fatima felt restless - bestirred from within. She had intended merely to take a sedate walk in the beautiful, lush gardens of the buildilng during this purpling hour of twilight, enjoying her solitude and silence as she brought her mind to focus.

Quite honestly, her day had been rather easy - her only client a rather nice elderly gentlemen from her home country who has a harried businessmen in the depths of New York. He had eagerly sought a friendly, familliar face and tongue, both of which Fatima had given him gladly, happy to know she could please so easily.

Yet the slave, the woman in her was always hungry to serve - to please, to bring joy to all she could. She sighed and shook her head, condemning the training that had shaped her thus.

As Fatima's satin-slippered feet slipped along the length of the beautifully carpetted and lushly windowed lengths of the Stables hallways, she relished in the quiet, subtle beauty that always surrounded her here.

Coming around another corner, Fatima found herself smiling beneath her semi-translucent face veil.

"Mistress Mandra," she whispered softly, dipping her head to the lovely Domme...

 

[ARaynes]

Mistress Mandra

Fatima, a beutiful foreigner was always a pleasure to meet. The urge to please was always strong in her, no matter the reason. Mistress Mandra always felt that Fatima was probably easy to train, never complaining about the way life dealt its hand.

She was easily one of the most popular girls at the Stables. Between her and Stacy there was no other slave more popular. The Mistress really enjoyed having them there and when they did not displease her she would pamper them.

"Good afternoon Fatima. I was just making my rounds. How are you today?"

 

[DreamGrrl]

Fatima

Fatima's smile broadened as she watches Mistress Mandra with wide, almond-shaped eyes that glisten darkly in the subdued light of the hallway.

"Thank you for asking, Ma'am, this girl had a lovely day today. Unfortunately it was rather uneventful, but she's always hopeful for the next," intoned her husky voice in the slow, precisely-spoken voice with her oddly British accent.

"Things have been rather quiet of late, haven't they, Ma'am? This girl is looking forward to the rise in business the spring and summer shall surely bring."

Fatima's chocolatey eyes glitter at Mistress Mandra above her shimmering face veil, the hint of her full, coral colored lips just barely seen beneath them.

"A girl does hope everything is well tonight, Ma'am," she says, again bowing her head to the Mistress.

 

[ARaynes]

Mistress Mandra

Mistress Mandra listened to Fatima's voice actually in love with it. "Yes, I do believe things have gone well. Were you looking for more action of the feminine kind, or more of the masculine kind?"

She was asking wanting to know which could be of better uses to Fatima. She knew that the good doc could take care of Fatima if masculine whiles were what she needed, otherwise she was more than willing to take the girl.

"Let me know, and I may have a prospect for you."

 

[DreamGrrl]

Fatima

Fatima could feel the bright and furious blush that began staining her skin at Mistress's words and couldn't help the widening of her exotic eyes. She drew in a soft gasp, her fingers entangling into the material of her crumpled shedora, worrying at it nervously even as she began to shake her head, her hip-length hair swinging like a dark waterfall.

"Oh, oh no Ma'am, please don't ever think a girl to be that presumptuous!" She could feel her heaving bosom, slender neck and slanted cheekbones practically burning from the intensity of her bright flush.

"Truly, Ma'am, a girl is here only to please and serve your customers... She would never take it upon herself to... to be overcome by her own needs. That's not her place, Ma'am..."

Fatima shook her head, dropping it, overcome by her own brashness.

"Oh, please pardon a girl Ma'am, she truly is sorry!" she whispers, bowing once more and turning towards the bevelled glass doors that led to the outdoor gardens, unfurling her shedora as she moved, drawing the shroud-like black wrapping about herself and glancing back nervously at the Mistress...

 

[ARaynes]

Mistress Mandra

"Go about your walk, but when you return go to the Doctor Green's office. I am asking him to perform a "physical" on all the girls."

WIth that she bowed out and went on her way to walk as the Mistress headed out to the Doctor. She had to find him and let him know what he was to do this week with all the girls.

 

[DreamGrrl]

Fatima

"Go about your walk, but when you return go to the Doctor Green's office. I am asking him to perform a "physical" on all the girls."

Of course Fatima once more bowed her head, now simply a slit for her eyes in the winding folds of her shedora and escaped outdoors.

The cool air was fragrant, the twilight purpling the sky and the high walls of the private garden.

If there was anything Fatima loved about the Stables, it was this wall. It made the rest of the world seem ages away - it made her feel secure, safe, enclosed. She knew that within the boundaries of the Stables, she might be a girl who was merely a possession, but she was a cherished and beloved item within the growing 'collection' of staff. Here she was wanted, used, utilized, and most importantly appreciated.

The most frustrating aspect of her Ownership with her previous Master had been that she had been but one slave of many - part of a harem that existed at his whim. Any time she had spent with her single and only Master - if any - was brief, restricted, and always amongst others.

Here at the Stables, Fatima was serving a steady stream of customers or groups who sought a girl with her specific talents... That kind of attention made her giddy and filled her slave-self to overflowing with joy.

Lost in her musings, Fatima realized she had finished her usual walk around the vibrant gardens and turned back towards a different set of double doors, this time intent on going to visit the 'Doc' as per her Mistress's orders...

 

[DreamGrrl]

**BUMP**

 

[BadForm]

Doctor Everett Green

Doctor green was inspecting his examination equipment, and remembering his favorite subs - most of whom, at the time, were not yet broken. He had a lot of tools to help test the women's tolerance for pain and humiliation.

His examination table was just a raised, tilted cross with manacles at each of the four points. This would allow him to bind a sub to the table, spreading her - or him - painfully and embarrassingly for inspection.

For oral hygiene, a pair of reverse clamps, metal supports separated by a screw, worked could be inserted in a mouth he was examining, opening it to its fullest, most painful extent. Despite the fact that it did not shut off the mouth, one or two extra twists, which threatened to snap a victims jaw, were generally sufficient to stifle any complaints.

Long needles... for accupuncture honest... were another favorite of his. And numerous other clamps and devices allowed him to pinch and extened any and all parts of a victimes body.

Best of all was the wand. This was a variably charged electrical device he used to test a subs tolerance for pain throughout the entire body. Its charge could go from miniscule, which he used only to test the eyelids, to maximal should the Mistress wish a sub to be punished to unconsciousness.

Satisfied that his equipment was ready for whatever the Mistress needed, he sat in blissful memory and waited for her.

 

[ARaynes]

Mistress Mandra

She walked around visiting the various subs in the Stables, before walking to Dr. Green's office. She tended to be fond of the Doctor, but would not ever let him know. She was to be strong and domineering, not weak as a kitten in his presense like she felt inside.

"Good day Doctor. I am assured your instruments are in order." She walked around his table, eyeing each one before finally meeting the Doctor's eyes.

"I have Fatima stopping by after her walk for her check up. She has this thing about fresh air, so it will be a while. Do you need anything? I am on my rounds and will be sending a list of things the different staff needs."

 

[BadForm]

Doctor Everett Green

Doctor Green smiled at the mistress.

"Good morning," he responded happy to see the woman who he admired so. She was so like him in many ways, so strong and assured, so efficient, and so capable of bringing the strong low if she needed. The only possible difference was that he sometimes wondered if she did this just for the profit - if her heart really wasn't in the performance. He could be wrong, of course, and in the end, did it really matter?

"No..." he said eventually. "I think I am all stocked up. Do you have any special requirements for Fatima? How will you be using her? A generalist? A specialist? Does she need fitting as a pony, or testing for extreme pain?"

 

[ARaynes]

Mistress Mandra

She shook her head. "No, just a test on her pain level. Want to know if she can handle the extreme or should we keep her where she is."

She walked over to the Doctor. "She will not need to be specialized, she is really good at generalization. Stacy, now, that one could be fitted. Fitted for some sort of specialization. What should we do to her, you and I could make a great team you know." She winked at him, teasing him, something she loved doing, but never took too far. ONly slight inuendos.