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 I woke Saturday morning and went to the gym as usual and spent a couple
hours working out.  I always enjoy watching the women even though almost
none of interest me.  It always seems to me that most of them only workout
because they have to stay "perfect." And I, for one, think there is no such
thing.

   Back at home I made a simple lunch and after eating picked my book up
for some quiet time when the phone rang.  The only call I was expecting was
from Danielle and when I didn't recognize the number I answered.

   "Hello."

   "Brian?  This is Danielle."

   "Hello Danielle, did you find some answers?"

   "Yes, and a lot more questions." Her voice had an edge to it, and a bit
of a lilt.  It seemed she was eager to find out more.

   "Well, questions are always good.  So, is there anything you'd like to
ask?"

   "Are you going tonight?"

   "Going where?"

   "...  to the club, the Rope Walk..."

   "Yes, Danielle, I'm going."

   "Will you take me with you?"

   "That depends, Danielle, when I go, it's always in the context of a
scene.  You remember what I was doing last weekend, right?"

   "Yes."

   "The whole evening was a scene, both of the ladies had agreed to what we
were going to do beforehand.  In a way, it was scripted, but only to a
point.  We always leave some room for the unexpected.  Can you understand
that?"

   "I think so."

   "In that case, you need to tell me what your role will be if I take you
tonight."

   "I...  can I think about it?"

   "Sure, but I'll need to know before 3 pm, so I can make plans."

   "Ok, it's...  12:22, I'll call you back before 1:30, is that OK?"

   "That's fine."

   "Ok, I'll call back soon then...  Thanks, Brian."

   "You're welcome." Then the connection cut.

   'Unexpected things,' I thought...  then went back to my book.

   The phone rang again at 1:25

   "Brian?"

   "Yes."

   "I have a question."

   "Shoot."

   "Well, I'm not sure I understand the difference between a submissive and
a slave."

   I laughed.  "Danielle, more people than you can imagine can't sort that
one out and I think you'll find that you'll get a different answer for
every person you ask.  But, I will tell you what I think it is, Ok?"

   "Well, since I'm pretty sure it's you I'm going with, I think what you
think is important."

   "Good point there.  Anywhoist, for me it comes down to one thing,
choice. A slave is given no choice, no voice even, they have no say in what
happens, when or how.  A submissive on the other hand does anything she's
asked by choice, she hears what is asked and chooses to comply.  Even when
it's not something she wants, she has chosen to submit.  Her Master expects
her to choose."

   "And if she can't choose?"

   "Danielle, right now all we're talking about is one evening, nothing
more.  For that purpose all I would need to know is what your limits are.
Where the line is you know, or at least think, you cannot cross."

   "Ok, that makes sense.  But I'm really not sure what my limits might be,
this is just so new, and I'm still more than a bit confused."

   "Then maybe we should pass on tonight Danielle, I'd rather not get you
in deeper than you can handle."

   "No, I want to go.  I do.  Damn...  you have no idea how squishy I am
right now, I have to do this Brian, I have to."

   "Alright then, what role?"

   "Slave."

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yes, for tonight, yes."

   "Done."

   "Uh, what should I wear?"

   "That's my choice isn't it?"

   "Yes..."

   "How tall are you, without shoes?"

   "4' 11 and 1/2""

   "Bra size?"

   "32, B"

   "Neck?"

   "Hold on..." A few moments later "...  11 and 1/4 inches"

   "Is that tight, or comfortable?"

   "Tight."

   "Ok, that's it then."

   "That's all you need?"

   "Except for your address."

   "13277 Hesperion Blvd, Apt 26."

   "Ok, I know where that is, I'll be there at 6:30."
"6:30, anything I should do?"

   "Nope, except be sure."

   "I am."

   "We'll see."

   "I..."

   "Danielle, I know what you're saying, but I also know there "are" some
doubts in that head of yours.  Don't forget they're there, ever."

   "Ok."

   "See you at 6:30."
"6:30." I hung up.



   As I sat there I couldn't help but smile at my predicament, just last
weekend I'd told Judy and Miya that I thought I needed a new challenge. 
Now, it looked like I had one.  I punched in Judy's number and hit send.

   "Hey, lover..." her soft, mellow voice was always a pleasure to hear.

   "Always kitten, always."

   "So, what's plan for tonight, something good I hope."

   "Well, I think having an initiation night would be fun."

   "Awww, Brian, it's been soooo long, I'm not sure I could pull that off
anymore and you know very well that Miya never could.  You know how testy
some of those jerks can get when a scene just won't play."

   Judy and I had been doing scenes together for just over seven years now,
we were very comfortable with each other and we'd tried so many things that
there was never a question of where either of our limits were.

   "Somehow, I don't think we're going to have any problem with that
tonight."

   "Oh-oh, I hear that tone in your voice mister, you've been up to no good
again.  Who is she?"

   The last time, well, lets just say it changed a lot of things between
Judy and I.  Judy and I had never been a couple, I knew she was gay, but
she still liked to have a man every now and then.  I'd been best friends
with her husband Tony, he and I had gone to High School together.  It
wasn't until their third year of marriage that she'd realized her nature
and the divorce had been very nasty.  Tony had gone out of his way to try
and ruin her life.  I had tried to get him to ease up, but he made it into
such an issue that soon any word I said was turned into an accusation
against him.  Judy had left the hick town we were in by then and I soon
followed.  It was two years later before we ran into each other again and
Judy was a mess.  She had jumped into a relationship with a dominatrix
without understanding anything about what she'd gotten herself into.  Judy
told me later that it had been Cassy's power that had drawn her, and then
consumed her.  I'd found her by accident, by reading the police blotter in
the local paper one morning; she'd been arrested on a prostitution charge.

   I moved her in with me and while I tried to convince her to get some
help I made it my second job trying to understand this new lifestyle she
had fallen into.  I read a lot, we talked more, and one day, at her
insistence we did a scene.  I won't say I fell in love with it, but I did
feel it was something I wanted to explore more.  So we did, together.

   A year and a half later she moved out, ready to take on the world again
and I had learned more about myself than I'd ever thought was possible.  We
got together once a week to scene at one of the local clubs and one day we
were asked if we were interested in joining a special club, one we had only
heard whispers about.

   But what Judy was referring to now had happened about nine months ago. I
had dropped into one of the amateur clubs (as we called them) in my role as
a recruiter for the Rope Walk to keep an eye out for budding potential and
saw Miya get hurt by the stupid jerk that had convinced her he was a
rigger. He had actually broken her arm.  After getting Miya's arm taken
care of at the hospital she was mortified at the thought of going back to
her dorm at the college and have to explain things.  And on my part, I
hadn't wanted her to feel uncomfortable at my place after that jerk had
roughed her up so I took her over to Judy.

   Before we knew it Judy and Miya were a couple.  And Miya it turns out is
probably the closest I've even seen to what people call a nymphomaniac as
well as being the most submissive woman I have ever known.  The problem was
that Judy isn't, and I don't think ever could be, a Domme.  That left only
one option as far as Miya was concerned.  She trusted Judy, and Judy scened
with me.

   "Well, do you remember that comment I made last week?"

   "Oh dear, did you get your wish, lover boy?"

   "It looks that way, I've got a brand spanking new, fresh off the farm,
rope virgin that wants to learn..."

   "Oh, poooooooor wittle Brian, can't even do a new girl without crying
for help."

   "Well, if that's all I wanted, I sure wouldn't be asking for your help
missy..." We both broke up at that.

   After the laughter stopped Judy continued.

   "So, what's her name?"

   "Danielle."

   "Mmhmmm....  And...?"

   "Do you remember Vince from last weekend?"

   "Don't tell me she was one those lost puppies he was leading around in
cat suits!"

   "Ok, I won't."

   "Damn Brian, why did you pick her."

   "I didn't."

   "What?"

   "I didn't pick her, she picked me."

   "Come on Brian..."

   "Nope.  It's true, she works in my office and recognized me while we
were doing that scene in the common room last weekend."

   "Ooooh 'that' can be awkward..."

   "No shit Sherlock."

   "So how much does she think she know?"

   "That's actually the good part, she admits she doesn't know much at all.
But she does have those annoying fantasy ideas about slavery."

   "So she really is a virgin, yuck."

   "I don't think so, she showed some very promising traits when she asked
me about it all."

   "You've always been a better judge about those things than me...  Ok,
what's the plan then?"

   "I think I want to keep it simple, she's willing but has no idea of what
her limits might be.  I do have some clues to go on based on her reactions
yesterday and this morning though.  So I think what I want is..."

   We talked for another twenty minutes and I gave Judy the stat's she'd
need then let her go to do her thing.  I told her I'd bring Danielle over
at 7:30 or so and then we'd go to dinner at Randy's.  It was a very nice
restaurant near the club that had "special" rooms our members could book,
with "very special" service.  It's nice when a fellow member can provide a
service and none of us that avail ourselves of it begrudge him the small
profit he gets from it.

   With things in motion for the evening I settled back into my book.



   The clock was striking 4 when I saw my door open from the corner of my
eye.  It was Miya.  She quietly closed and locked the door, hung the
garment bag she'd brought on the hook by the door and slipped out of her
coat to reveal her nakedness, then she dropped to all fours and crawled to
me, her ass wagging as she did.

   "Well, little miss, you're right on time." She had stopped a few feet
away, waiting for me to give her permission to come closer.  "Display."

   She complied with the gentle command and sat back on her heels and
folded her arms behind her back and spread her legs, making herself ready
for my inspection.  I put my book down and got up, walking slowly around
her.  I ran my fingers though her long black hair, the silken feel was
always a pleasure, then brought my hands back up to her shoulders and over
to her breasts.  She was small, barely an "A" cup but very sensitive to any
touch.  I ran my palms across her nipples and felt them harden.  Looking
over her shoulder I could see her mons and the top of her labia were
slightly red, apparently Judy had decided she needed a fresh wax job.  I
knelt behind her and ran my hands down her body and into the cleft between
her legs, completing my inspection.

   "Very nice, little miss..." I whispered in her ear "...  I think our
puppy wants to play." She was wet and slippery as I slid two fingers in her
and started working them in and out.  "Ooooh, I think puppy likes the idea
of a new toy, doesn't she?"

   Miya's groan was all the answer I needed.

   I played with her pussy a little longer, until I had her nicely worked
up, then withdrew.  As I stood back up I stepped out of the light shorts
I'd been wearing then returned to my seat.

   "Does little miss want her treat?"

   She nodded her head, a sly smile on her lips.

   I was already getting hard watching this little nymph and waited only a
moment before giving her permission to get her treat.  Miya is one of very
few women I've ever known that truly enjoys every form of sex she's been
exposed to.  I don't think I've seen her reluctant to do anything, even
things she has never done before.

   Touching my cock with nothing but her tounge she worked it into her
mouth and started to bob her head with far more enthusiasm than any woman
I'd even had the fortune to know.  She worked to just before my release,
then backed off and switched to my balls, lapping at them, then sucking
them gently for a few minutes, then she returned to my cock to repeat the
cycle.  She went through the cycle twice more before I told her I was
ready, then she took me down her throat and sucked for all she was worth.
It was only moments before I was pumping my cum down her throat.

   She finally released my cock after I had completely softened and lay her
face in my crotch.  I ran my hands through her hair over and over as my
heart rate returned to normal.  Then I lifted her up and kissed her, her
arms wrapped around me as we kissed.

   "In my lap little miss."

   She climbed the rest of the way up and I just held and rocked her for
the next little while, my hands occasionally finding their way to
interesting places on her body.

   When the clock chimed the half hour I gathered her in my arms and headed
for the bathroom.  I set her in the shower and she got the water running as
I got out towels, then we enjoyed a playful wash and dry session.  Clean,
slippery fun is never time wasted as far as I'm concerned.  After that we
got out my bag of toys and we went through each piece, inspecting them,
treating the one that needed it, and cutting up the ones that didn't meet
my approval.  It took almost an hour, but I had learned long before that it
was never a step to bypass.

   With the gear checked I dressed for the night and then sent Miya back to
Judy to finish getting ready for our adventure that night.  As I walked out
I grabbed the garment bag, wondering what Judy had chosen, but trusting her
judgment.  I'd never been disappointed yet.

   It was 6:20 when I pulled into the visitor parking area at Danielle's
apartment complex so I waited a few minutes, then walked to her door and
knocked.

   "Brian?" Her voice was muffled by the door.

   Of course, I didn't answer.

   The door cracked after about a minute and I could see her peeking around
the door.  Once she saw it was me she closed the door again and I heard the
door chain rattle before she re-opened the door, still holding mostly
closed and peeking around it.

   "Are you going to leave me standing here?" I asked.

   'uh...  I wasn't sure and...  I'm..."

   "Open the door slave." I kept my voice low so it wouldn't carry, but did
use the tone I reserved for naughty girls.

   "Oh..." Her eyes widened and she stepped back, slowly opening the door
to reveal that she was naked.

   I had liked her hair the first time I'd seen her, it was a deep brown
that shone with a thousand red and gold highlights in the right light.  She
kept it cut just below her shoulders and often wore it in a ponytail at
work.  Right now it was loose, framing her slim face and freckled cheeks.
Her green eyes looked troubled, but her face was open.  Her skin was pale
and freckled as I looked down her body, her breasts looked a little smaller
free from restraint but very firm and perky.  Her areolas were barely wider
than her nipples and a very pale pink.  Her belly was flat with only a
slight amount of bulge just above her mons.  The hair in the cleft between
her legs was a much brighter shade of red than on her head, proclaiming to
all her true redhead status.  Her hips flared a bit wider than I would have
expected on someone as small as she was, but it was pleasant too, and her
legs seems to just flow from them.

   She took another step back as I looked her over and I could see that the
space between her thighs was far wider than I'd seen before, other than in
some magazines, the ones that showed girls so skinny they had to be
anorexic.  On her though, it just seemed right.

   I stepped in and closed the door behind me.

   "I..." she started to stammer.

   "What is your status?" I held the same tone as before.

   "Slave, sir."

   "Are you, really?"

   I watched as she thought about it, her eyes still troubled.  We stood
there in her hall for probably five minutes before I saw her shoulders
droop a bit and her eyes fall to the floor at her feet.

   "I can't be a slave, can I?"

   "No, Danielle, you can't, not with me.  But you can play as if you are
one."

   "By choice..." I could almost sense the gears working in her head as the
words trailed off.

   When her eyes re-focused I gave her a questioning look.

   "I think...  I know, I don't ever want to be a slave.I"

   "You're a very smart girl, I'd hoped you get the right answer. 
Actually, I expected it." Her smile transformed her face from that of a
impish pixie to a true elfin princess, in her eyes light seemed to dance as
I noticed her nipples hardening and her breath quicken.  I had expected her
to blush as well, but she surprised me.

   She then took my hand and pulled back into the apartment, a sly grin on
her lips.  She led me to a couch then asked if I wanted soothing to dink. I
told her water was just fine for now and she went to get it.  When she
returned she handed it to and I took a sip, then set it down on the coffee
table.  She had remained standing.

   "Danielle, sit, we need to talk about tonight."

   It was obvious that she was a little apprehensive about what I might say
when she sat.  Once she was settled I caught a quick flash in her eyes
again and a quick smile crossed her lips as she repositioned herself with
her back against the armrest at the end of the couch, one leg drawn up
under her and the other hanging off the edge.  Of course, this left her
fire manned puss open for view.

   "Ok, so I can't be a slave, at least not what I thought one was, but
what can I be?"

   "Did you do more reading after we talked?"

   "Yeah, some of it made some sense, like safe words and stuff, but some
of it made it seem like the "slave" part could be real.  I think I focused
on that more than anything else."

   "That doesn't surprise me, you'd be amazed how many people never seem to
get past the slave issue.  Frankly, if you hadn't I probably would have
cancelled for tonight.  It's too easy to get all worked up to "live" your
fantasy and then find out it never does come true.  I think you'll see a
few people tonight that are still searching for that fantasy."

   She cocked her head a bit and I took that as an invitation to continue.

   "Fantasies are good things, they open our minds to things we are usually
too afraid of to actually try, but when we do try them they are just as
likely to disappoint us as to thrill us.  The problem usually is that in
our fantasy we almost never consider what really happens in life, like
wishing for that fairy tale ending, you know, happily ever after and all
that.  But life always changes, so what we thought would happen, might, but
then it changes into something else, or the frog stays a frog and we just
get warts, or the prince turns out to be a fat, lazy slob who drowns
himself in beer every night."

   She nodded her head and I went on.

   "So, for tonight I have a couple things in mind.  One is what I call the
`Initiation' where I present you as my willing conquest."

   "Oh, that sounds fun."

   "Oh, it can be...  but, it can also be very frightening.  Do you
remember how many people were there last weekend?"

   "I'm not sure, but it seemed like maybe thirty or forty if I remember
right."

   "Close enough, but what you didn't see was that there are two other main
rooms in the club that probably had at least as many people.  Now, when we
go in, one of the things I'll do is put my name on a board that says I'm
going to do a public scene, this board is where it can be seen by all of
our full members, and if I post that I'm doing an initiation you can bet
that most of people you didn't see will suddenly show up."

   "So..." as she started to speak her right hand started moving towards
her pussy, "if I do this, there could be over a hundred people watching?"

   "Yes, there could be that many, maybe more."

   She was staring right into my eyes and I could see two of her fingers
pinching her clit and working it side to side.

   I laughed.  When that died down she was blushing, her pale face now
almost scarlet, but her fingers were still dancing on her clit.

   "Me thinks my little elf likes this idea."

   "Oh, yes...  very much yes."

   "Then come here little elf and lets see how much"

   She stood and moved in front of me as a swung to sit forward and drew
her between my legs.  Once in front of me I took her hand and licked the
fingers that had been playing with her pussy.  She seemed a little coy
right then, but with a lusty smile.  I slipped my own fingers between her
folds and as I did she widened her stance, giving me more room.  I took the
invitation and started exploring further.  She was getting very juicy and
in moments I tucked one finger up and started to enter her.  And promptly
got a very big surprise when she squeaked as I found her hymen.

   "Danielle?"

   She had tears in her eyes as she looked down at me.  "I'm sorry, I
should have said something, it's just...  just I've never trusted anyone
before, never wanted to..."

   "Why now, love?"

   "I don't know, not really, but...  but I've thought about it all week,
since I saw you on that stage, and no matter how often I tried all I cloud
think about was you, pushing into me...  and..."

   "And..."

   "...and all those eyes watching." My hand was still between her legs as
she admitted the last part and there was no way I could miss the shudder of
her pussy and the flood of wetness that filled my cupped hand.

   "Are you sure Danielle, absolutely sure?"

   "Yes." I felt a new shudder and couldn't doubt her.

   "Alright, you've convinced me you are sure, but..." she stiffened a bit,
"...  I am going to insist on a couple things, OK?"

   I looked up and watched her as she nodded.

   "I've made some plans already and it's too late to change some of them,
at least as long as you're still going."

   "I am, you bet I am."

   "Ok, this is going to happen in four parts.  The first is going to be
dinner at a special place that I know.  There are going to be eight of us,
you, me and the two women you saw me with last week," she nodded her head
in acknowledgement, "there will also be two couples you don't know.  During
the dinner, well part of it, you're going to be on display, naked."

   "Ok." Her reply was soft but eager.

   "After dinner we'll go to the club and I'll post my intentions for the
night, then we'll mingle for probably at least an hour until we take the
stage.  Once we do, all four of us, I'll start the initiation, I'll have
you do a series of things including displaying you in front of the room."

   As I explained things she started moving herself on my hand, grabbing my
wrist and holding me steady as she did so.

   "Once we've worked the crowd a bit I announce that you're still a
virgin, true and intact." Her body stiffened at that.  "Then I'll display
you again and ask a few people to come up and verify it.  When that part is
done I'll announce that the next phase on the initiation will begin in the
Amber room after twenty minutes.  That's a room you didn't see, provisional
members like Vince aren't allowed, except by invitation.  Only approved
members."

   "But that will mean fewer people..."

   "Oh, I don't think so Danielle, I think there might be a lot invitation
tonight than normal."

   "Good...  so good."

   "In the Amber room I'll start using my ropes..."

   "Ahhhhhh..." Her pussy was so damned wet now I knew my hand was soon
going to look like I'd had it water for a month.

   "I'm going to do things, things that are going to hurt Danielle, they'll
hurt, but they won't harm you.  Do you understand?"

   "Yesssss...  hurt, hurt me, but no harm, just hurt."

   "Then I'll move you to the Diamond room, it's even more private, the
only place we ever allow penetration..."

   "Lots of eyes, please, lots and lots of eyes..."

   "I don't think there's going to be problem there my little elf, I don't
think anyone there is going to want to miss it."

   "So nice...  then...  then do we finish?"

   "Yes."

   She pulled my hand even harder then as her whole body went ridged and
her chest stopped moving.  She stayed that way for close to thirty seconds
before I had to catch her.  I held her in my lap as she came back from
where she'd been.

   "Oh, damn..."

   "I'll say..."

   I spent the next few minutes telling her that at each change of location
I would ask her if she wanted to go on.  She insisted she would, but I
reminded her that there were always doubts and that I did understand them.
Then I asked her if, knowing what I was planning, she had any limits.  She
said no.

   "Danielle, once this starts it's going to be very intense, far more than
you realize.  You need to be sure."

   She looked at me, right into my eyes and I could sense that she was
searching for something.  It seemed she found it and then struggled out of
my lap and went over to the dining room table.  She opened her purse and
got out what looked like her checkbook, ripped a check out then grabbed a
pen and wrote on it.

   She picked it up and looked at carefully then walked back to hand it to
me.

   It was signed, that was all.
   "Brian, you have my blank check."