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|Storycodes: Solo-F; F/f; MF+/mf+; club; bdsm; bond; slaves; whip; electro; display; torment; paddle; punish; hum; cons/nc; XX||
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|SaM's Place 2: A Punishment and a Demotion The Technician Solo-F; F/f; MF+/mf+; club; bdsm; bond; slaves; whip; electro; display; torment; paddle; punish; hum; cons/nc; XX|
|story continued from part one
Chapter 4: A Punishment and a Demotion
Two of the serving slaves were brought forward by the simple process of the rail system dragging them forward by their hair. One, a male, was positioned in front of a pillory-like device. The other, a woman, was positioned a few feet behind him. The pillory had the typical half circle for the hands and head, but there was no upper piece that clamped the arms and head in place. Instead there were two metal rods, somewhat like bicycle handles that were positioned so that the slave could grasp them with his hands. He placed his head and hands in the stocks and grasped the handles. When he did so, a green light came on within the column of the pillory.
A large clock face descended from the darkness of the ceiling area as the voice from the speaker explained. "Slave 142, as the slave who has gone the longest without punishment, has won the right to be first punisher. She will have 30 seconds to deliver five swats. They must not be less that 7 or more than 10 on SaM's Place Scale of Punishment. Swats cannot be delivered less than 4 seconds apart nor more than 6 seconds. Failure to deliver the punishment within the prescribed range means that the punisher goes to the end of the line, something none of these slaves wants to do, especially Slave 142, since her position keeps her out of the stocks tonight.."
Evelyn wondered exactly what SaM's Place Scale of Punishment was, but then a second disk descended from the ceiling. It resembled the tachometer in Evelyn's car, except it went from zero to two hundred. The female slave picked up a paddle that looked like many other spanking paddles except that it had a small cord leading out of the tip of the handle. She swung the paddle and it connected with the male slave's ass with a resounding smack. The punishment meter read twelve and the announcer exclaimed, "Oh, that is outside the specified range. Slave 142 can have only two of the five outside the range or she goes to the end of the line."
It was not apparent whether the slave could hear the announcer or not, but she delivered four more swats with the paddle with a measured pace. The meter read 9 for each of them. "A nice recovery," came the voice from the speakers. "All within range and all within time. Our increment for tonight is 2, so the range is now 9 to 12." As the voice spoke, the male slave left the pillory and took the place of the female slave who had been the punisher. She was led off into the darkness and another female slave, a black female, was brought up to the stocks. Once she had grasped the metal rods, the green light came on the male slave swung the paddle.
Evelyn watched the black globes of the slave's ass compress and bounce with each slam of the paddle. "A pity that redness doesn't show on such black skin," she said quietly to herself. Two of the swats registered 12, one registered 9 and the other two registered 11.
"Not very consistent," commented the voice from the speakers, "but all within range. The range is now 11 to 14."
The male slave was led off and another female slave was brought up to the stocks. The black slave was guided into place as the punisher. Smack.... smack.... smack.... smack.... smack.... Each of the five times, the meter read 14.
"Now that is proper paddling," the announcer said, "Number 287 really knows how to use that paddle."
Evelyn watched closely as the black slave turned and was led into the darkness. She looked so familiar to her. Almost like someone she knew from her college days, but she couldn't place the face..., and why would she know a slave?
The cycle continued with slave after slave, each taking their place on the pillory and then as punisher as the required punishment number climbed higher and higher. Almost all of the slaves had cycled through and the punishment range had reached 93 through 96 when on the third blow of the paddle, the slave at the pillory let go of the rods and jerked into a standing position. The green light on the pillory post turned red and a siren sounded. "We have a position fault. Those of you in the position fault pool please hold your cards. This is slave 381 on strike three at an punishment level of 95. If anyone has that combination in the pool, please push your server call button at this time."
There was silence for a few minutes and then the voice from the speakers continued. "It appears no one had the winning combination, but we are all still winners as we watch the special punishment for any slave audacious enough to move from the punishment position. If slave 203 will temporarily step out of the way, a couple of masters will handle this punishment."
With that the rail mechanism moved the slave with the paddle a few feet backwards. A hooded man and woman, both dressed in tight fitting leather shorts stepped into the spotlight. She took the paddle while he moved over to the pillory. The slave bent over the pillory was whimpering and loudly begging, "No, no, it was an accident. I will never do it again. Please, don't do this to me!"
The master held the slave's arm down on the pillory and there was a loud click. A manacle of some sort had slid out of the pillory and firmly held the slave's arms in place. This was repeated with the other arm and the neck so that the slave was held firmly in place. Then the master took two lengths of leather and wrapped them around the slave's hands so that they were bound to the metal rods.
"All is in place," he announced as he stepped away from the pillory. "Roll the dice."
A small cage descended from the ceiling. It contained a pair of dice. The cage turned over once and the dice rolled into a three and a two.
The announcer from the speakers again spoke. "We have a electro-punishment number of five. That is survivable, but it is going to hurt."
The female master swung the paddle. Her stroke was firm and solid, but unlike most paddle strikes, she paused the paddle against the slave's ass when she delivered the blow. He screamed as the paddle hit, but then continued to scream and shake as a measured amount of electricity flowed through the paddle into his body.
"One," the female master said just loud enough for the crowd to hear. She repeated her actions nine more times. After she said "Ten," she walked over to where the punisher was standing and handed the paddle back to the punishment slave. "I believe you have two more swats to deliver. The range is 93 through 96.
The blows were delivered quickly and the punished slave took her place as punisher. Three more slaves repeated the process until Gloria, #157, Evelyn's waitress was brought forward. She took her position on the pillory, and with a loud click, the manacles locked into place.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, your servers will be returning to you shortly. As soon as each one of them has had the opportunity to express their anger at this worthless slave who caused all this by her unacceptable behavior, they will be directed back to your tables for your every whim. This is open range paddling with any degree of strike allowed. The electro-punishment is set on random. It may or may not engage on any given swing. Slaves, you have five swings each. Make good use of them."
With that, the slaves were lined up behind the punisher who was now holding the paddle. They were in the same order as when they, themselves, had occupied the pillory. The first began to strike out with the paddle. On the fourth swing, #157 screamed loudly and thrashed against the restraints. Evidently the random electro-punishment had kicked in for that swing.
Evelyn sipped her drink and savored #157's screams of pain. Yes, indeed, SaM's Place was her kind of place. Eventually all of the slaves had their chance to vent their anger on Gloria's ass. The lights up front dimmed slightly and the room lights returned to normal. Then the soft background music began once again and Gloria was suddenly returned to the table. She was obviously shaken by the punishment and trembled slightly as she stood before Evelyn. "What may your humble slave do for my exalted Mistress?" she asked.
"You can complete my order for dinner, you stupid cow," replied Evelyn.
Gloria's face went blank with an expression that was somewhere between pain and surprise. "Please forgive your useless slave, my Mistress, but would you please repeat your order for me so that I may properly get it from the kitchen."
Evelyn curled her lip in a sneer, "Do you mean that you have forgotten it? Do you expect me to believe that those little slaps on your worthless fat ass have caused you to forget the wishes of a Mistress?" With that Evelyn poised her hand above the rating box ready to once again punch the "Not Acceptable" button.
#157 suddenly knelt on the floor with her head bowed. "Please, please, please, Mistress. Do not rate me unacceptable. If you do so I will be punished severely. I don't know if I could stand it. I will do anything for you if you just give me one more chance with your order."
Evelyn laughed softly and said, "Slave, there is nothing that you could possibly do for me," and she pushed the button.
#157 was quickly pulled to her feet. She began whimpering, "No, no, no, no, no" and struggled to pull back as the track mechanism slowly moved her back to the front of the room.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," the announcer's voice began, "we have a demotion punishment this evening. A server slave has performed so badly that it will be punished for the rest of the evening and then demoted to a kitchen slave until it can demonstrate that it can properly perform it's duties for it Masters and Mistresses."
As #157 reached the front of the room, she was met by the hooded Master and Mistress and again locked into the stock, only this time there was to be no paddling. Once Gloria's hands and feet were secured to the metal braces, she was blindfolded and what little clothing she was wearing was cut from her. Her hair was released from the track mechanism and it rolled away into the darkness. Then a long pole was fitted in place between her legs. It was adjustable and was lengthened to penetrate her cunt about 6 inches. A metal butt plug was also inserted in her ass. Wires led from the plug to a connection at the base of the stocks. Nipple clamps came next. They, too, had wires leading to the base of the stock and also had small bells which dangled from them. The final item strapped in place was a penis gag, also metal, also with wires leading from it to the base of the stocks.
As the hooded Master and Mistress stepped away from the bound slave, #157 began to twitch and thrash as severe electric shocks began to flow through her bound body. As her breasts bounced with the shocks, the sound of the bells hanging from them could be heard throughout the club. The announcer's voice returned, "Let all server slaves hear these bells and know that proper service is rewarded, but failure to perform is punished severely."
Evelyn breathed deeply, nearly at the point of orgasm as she watched the slave's electrical torture. Suddenly a familiar voice spoke softly, "Enjoying yourself, Evelyn?" Sam was beside her at the table. "It's time for your interview to see if you can become a permanent part of SaM's Place.
Evelyn tried to form a question, but all conversation was cut off as the area on which the table was located rotated and the table, itself, slid silently into the wall. As the table rotated, Evelyn thought she could see herself in the mirrored wall looking calm and serene, exactly the way a master or mistress should look in any situation, but then she realized that it was not her in the mirror, it was a second, identical table with someone dressed identically to her rotating into the place where she had been.
When the table stopped, Evelyn found that she was in a hallway behind the wall in the club where she had been sitting. The secrecy of SaM's place was impressive. She was ready to go to her interview, but for all that anyone knew, she was still sitting in the club watching #157 kick and twitch as she received her punishment.
Chapter 5: The Interview Begins
Sam stepped off the raised portion which had rotated through the wall and spoke with the ring of authority in his voice, "You realize, Evelyn, that these interviews are the only way to become a permanent part of SaM's Place. Money or position means nothing. The only thing that matters is what you are. The interview will determine if you are a true Master or Mistress. Maybe you are just a vanilla nobody traipsing through a humdrum existence. Perhaps you are in reality just a submissive slave waiting for the right Master or Mistress to claim you. By the end of this evening, we will know for sure."
He took Evelyn's hand as she rose from the table, "Are you ready to find out what you truly are?"
They walked a short distance down the hallway and into a brightly lit room. In some ways it resembled a court room. Twelve people sat in what would be a jury position. Each wore black robes and a mask which completely covered their faces. The men's mask were golden in color with curled, golden hair surrounding the face. The women's mask were silver with a crown and flowing straight hair on the sides. There may or may not have been spectators in the public chairs. Evelyn could not tell because that area was clothed in darkness.
Sam took a seat in the judge's chair and motioned for Evelyn to enter the witness box. The witnesses chair was a luxurious padded chair with a small table next to it on which sat a small glass of water, a few candies, and a small box of tissues.
"You may sit down," he said, and then he continued, "The rules of our little gathering are relatively simple. There are twelve jurors. Ten of them will ask you to tell us an episode from your life which shows your power as a Master or Mistress. At the end of the ten stories, if the jury is sufficiently impressed, you will become a permanent part of SaM's Place. If not..., well, we will deal with that if it occurs. This is your last chance to back out. Are you willing to proceed?"
Evelyn looked around the room and answered as haughtily as she could, "Of course."
Sam struck his gavel against the desk, "Then we are ready to begin. We start with juror number one."
One of the robed jury women rose and began to speak. Her voice was obviously electronically disguised and sounded strange as she spoke. "We will begin with something recent but insignificant. Please tell us something relatively minor which you have done in the past month which demonstrates your standing as a Mistress."
Evelyn thought for a moment and then smiled. "Just last week," she began, "I asserted myself in the humiliation of one of my office employees. I manage a rather large office in a business I inherited from my father. One of the secretaries is a rather timid Chinese girl by the name of Chang, or at least that is what is sounds like to me. Chang is always so aloof in that oriental way that is so irritating. It is almost like they think they are superior to us or something. In any case, I decided to take her down a peg or two."
Without anyone in the office knowing it, I had a keyboard supervisor program installed. Anything that anyone typed went into a log that I could read later. Since we allow personal emails during lunch and break times, this gave me some very interesting information about my employees, including their signon names and passwords for all their accounts. In Chang's case I also knew that her fiancee and his family were coming to pick her up from work on Friday night. I had noticed that whenever he was planning to pick her up she would wear one of those fancy silk dresses that those kind of people like to wear. I knew that she would be wearing something like that on Friday, and it would be perfect for my plan.
I began by giving my personal secretary and receptionist a special day off and told her not to tell anyone about it. Then on Friday, when she was not there, I called Chang to my office and told her that my secretary-receptionist had called in sick and she would have to substitute. Chang was very qualified for the position and could have handled it easily, but as soon as she sat down at the desk and tried to log onto the computer, it crashed. I rebooted it for her and she began working, but it again soon crashed. This repeated itself several times. I told her that my regular secretary had no problems with it. She said she had no idea what was happening.
I knew what was happening because I was triggering it. I had a program on my computer that could mimic a crash on any other computer on the network. Chang had no way of knowing that, or that it was all part of my plan to humiliate her. I explained to her that the ultra-high speed units on the second floor were very sensitive to static electricity. I asked her if she was wearing any combination of nylon and silk. Of course I knew she was. Her dress was silk. Her slip and pantyhose were nylon.
She answered, "My dress is pure silk. I guess my underwear is nylon. I didn't think that would make a difference."
I replied as haughtily as I could, "The problem is that you didn't think at all. The procedure manuals specify that silk and nylon are not to be worn together. I should just send you back downstairs, but I need those memos out today. You don't have time to go home and change, so just run into the restroom and remove your nylon under things."
I loved the way her face darkened. I knew she was very uptight about her body and the thought of being naked beneath a clinging silk dress was almost unbearable to her. "I couldn't do that," she stammered. I answered, "Do you want to keep your job or not? It's either the lady's room or the stairs. You can put your underwear back on after you have completed the work you need to do."
She just bit her lip and tears began to form in her eyes as she walked towards the lady's room. When she came back, she placed a small folded bundle of cloth in the desk drawer. It was obvious that there was nothing under the dress but her. She actually had a relatively nice body. Her perky tits were poking against the silk. In her embarrassment her nipples had become stiff, or maybe it was the result of rubbing against the silk as she walked. Part one of my plan was in place.
I had several complex memos and letters for her to finish and suggested that since they needed to be out today I would buy her lunch and she could eat at her desk. I knew what she would order and from where. She was not quite a vegetarian, but always chose a health salad from the deli instead of fast food. For someone else I would have had to come up with a plan to disguise the taste of the drug, but not with Chang. I knew that she would not taste the drug in the salad which she ordered. The drug has a nut-like taste which probably would have been noticed in a hamburger or sandwich, but not in a salad filled with nuts. It is also very easy to sprinkle the drug on the top of the salad like salt. This was almost too easy. The drug was a mild sedative which has a relaxing effect on a person, much like getting drunk. It also makes a person feel warm very, very warm.
After five or ten minutes, it was obvious that Chang was feeling the full effects of the drug. She kept pausing as she typed and fanning herself with some papers from the desk. I walked over to her and asked, "Aren't you a little young to be getting hot flashes?"
She turned almost crimson as she looked at me. "I really don't know what is going on," she answered.
"It is probably your silk dress," I replied. "You know that silk holds in body heat. Maybe if you lift it up to let your legs breath you will cool off" She looked very hesitant, but then I added, "There is a full panel on the front of your desk, no one will be able to see anything."
She fanned herself again and reached down to slide the dress up her legs. "You'll wrinkle it if you sit on it bunched up like that," I added. "You had better slide it all the way past your bottom."
Chang's eyes showed her fear, but the drug also affected her judgement just like alcohol would have. It was as if she had been slamming back Jello shots of vodka all afternoon. She looked around the office area to check that no one could see her and slid the dress to just beneath her waist. Part two of the plan was now in place.
She was sitting with her dress pulled up to her waist and her legs spread so that they would cool off. As far as she could tell, all of this was carefully hidden by the large desk at which she sat, but she didn't know the full properties of the video panel on the front of the desk.
My office is on the second floor with a staircase coming up just in front of the receptionist's desk. As the stairway turns to the final section of stairs, there is a large mirror on the wall. The first thing which anyone coming up the steps sees both in the mirror or as they come up the final portion of the steps is an animated logo of the company on the front of my secretary's desk. Exactly what is displayed on the video panel is controlled from my computer
What most people do not know is that the video screen is not a normal computer display. It is actually a piece of glass that can be adjusted from totally clear to totally black pixel by pixel just like a computer monitor. The animated logo is a mixture of black and dark grey and when you shut it off, it becomes black, so no one in the office has ever seen the glass totally transparent. It soon would be.
Chang could not see the logo panel from her desk because it was below her, but with the panel set to transparent, anyone coming up the steps could see directly under her desk. With her skirt hiked up and her legs spread, anyone coming up the stairs would get a real eyeful of oriental pussy, but I wasn't interested in just anybody. I wanted Chang completely humiliated, not just embarrassed in front of her co-workers.
I had Chang's email passwords and addresses and had emailed her fiancee‚ in Chang's name shortly after work began and told him that I (she) would be getting off work early and that at 3:00 he and his family should just come up to the second floor and pick me (her) up.
They did. It was marvelous.
I was waiting and watching the monitor on my desk and saw Chang's fiancee‚ and his parents enter. I activated the special display program that turned the panel totally clear. As soon as they started up the stairs I could hear his parents speaking loudly in Chinese and he trying to speak to Chang. I think she was slurring some of her words, though it was hard to tell since she wasn't speaking English. Finally I heard his parents shout one English word - "slut," and they stomped down the steps.
Chang's fiancee‚ came up to her desk and shouted at her in Chinese. He left immediately afterwards. Chang just sat at her desk and cried. Then I moved in for the coup de grace, "We can't have this kind of scene in the office Chang," I said firmly. And then added, "You can pick up your paycheck at the main reception desk on your way out."
Chang stood at her desk and looked at me crying. Her dress was still bunched up around her waist so she was naked from the waist down, but she was too upset and too affected by the drug to realize it. "You did this to me," she blubbered. "Why?"
I looked her in the eyes and calmly answered, "Because I can... and you can't prove that I did anything, so don't try or it will only be worse for you."
Sobbing... humiliated... defeated..., Chang straightened her dress and walked slowly down the stairs. She left her slip, panties and bra in the desk drawer. I thought of humiliating her further by calling out to her to come back for her undies, but then I realized that as soon as she got outside into the sunlight, it was going to be as if she was walking down the street naked. Besides, they would make a wonderful trophy to remind me in years to come of this afternoon's events. I took them home and put them in a special chest where I keep all my trophies.
Evelyn sighed slightly as she finished her story. She picked up the glass of water and sipped at it. Then she looked at the jury woman who was still standing facing her and said brightly, "Sometimes it is remembering the little things which can bring you pleasure for such a long time."
The jury woman spoke in her distorted voice. "Thank you Evelyn. That story tells us a great deal about you."
Chapter 6: In The Beginning
The jurywoman sat down and one of the jurymen stood. His voice was also electronically distorted, but you could tell that it was a man's voice. "Tell us, Evelyn, of the earliest experience you can remember of showing domination over another person."
Evelyn thought for a moment and then began, "That would probably be when I got Tommy Barington spanked. Tommy was the chauffeur's son. I think I was only 7 or 8 at the time. We lived in a really nice house in a rather secluded area. There was a pool that was part of the back patio. One of the doors off the patio went into a changing room with showers. I had one of my girlfriends over for an overnight and we were going to swim in the afternoon. I made sure that Tommy could hear me when I told her in a rather loud stage whisper that if anyone was around she really should change in the shower stall with the curtain drawn because there was a window high on the wall that opened into the second floor balcony. Anyone who was in the right place on the balcony could see everything in the changing room. What I didn't tell her is that I had intentionally broken that window and then told mom to have the repairman replace it with clear glass so that more light could get in. I told mom that it would make no difference because it was a such small window and no one could see anything unless they were practically lying on the ground on the second floor stone patio.
When Traci and I went into the changing room, she started to go into a shower stall, but I said to her, "There's nobody around you don't need to do that." However, I knew that no nine-year old boy could resist the opportunity to see a girl naked and that Tommy would sneak up to the second floor balcony and try to see us through the window. He did. I could hear him as he walked across the stone floor of the patio. I waited until I was totally naked and then looked up at the window and screamed as loud as I could.
Traci and I wrapped towels around ourselves and ran outside in time to catch Tommy running down the outside steps that lead from the second floor patio to the pool area. He turned beet red when I called him a pervert and tried to stammer out some sort of excuse. "You stay right there," I yelled at him. Traci and I are going to get our swimsuits on and we will be right back.
Traci said she really didn't want to swim anymore, but I told her that what we were going to do would be much more fun that swimming. We came back a few moments later with our suits on. Tommy was standing next to the pool, shaking slightly. I said, "Tommy, if I tell my parents about this your father will get fired and you and your family will be out on the street. Do you want that?"
"No," he stammered.
"Then I think we need to make things even. You saw Traci and I with no clothes on, I think that we should be able to see you. What do you think, Traci?"
Traci mumbled, "Uh, yeah. I guess that would be OK."
"Well what do you choose, Tommy? Do you get naked or do you come with me as I call my parents and tell them what a pervert you are?"
Tommy looked around trying to decide what to do. "You've got ten seconds," said sternly, and Tommy began to take off his clothes. When he was finally naked I said, "Come over her! Let Traci see what you have between your legs!"
He walked over to Traci and stood there trembling. "Bend over so we can see your asshole," I ordered, and he did. I picked up a bottle of sun tan lotion from the pool side table and squirted it at his puckered hole. He squealed and suddenly stood upright. "One final thing," I said with as much of an evil laugh as I could create at that age, "come and get your clothing." With that I jumped into the pool taking Tommy's clothing with me.
"Come on Traci, it's time for a swim." She jumped into the pool with me. I wondered if I had timed it right, but just as Tommy dove into the pool, his father came walking around the back from the garage where he had been cleaning the cars. He always went back to his apartment area at exactly the same time each morning and afternoon for a "break." I think the break included a stiff drink, but he was never drunk on the job.
"Tommy!" his father yelled, and I responded loudly, "I told you that you should have gone and gotten your swimsuit before jumping in the pool with us!"
"Is that what happened?" Tommy's father asked me, and I answered, "Of course."
"Is that true?" he asked Traci. She looked over at me and quickly realized how much trouble she would be in if she didn't back me up. "Yes," she answered meekly.
"Tommy, come here!" said Mr. Barington as he sat down on one of the pool side chairs.
Tommy got out of the water and walked slowly over to his father. "You are going to be punished and I think that these girls deserve to see your punishment. You embarrassed them by your foolishness, they will see your embarrassment in your punishment."
With that he pulled Tommy over his lap and began spanking. He had large, mechanic's hands and the sound of each strike on Tommy's wet ass cheeks resounded through the pool and patio area. Soon Tommy was screaming and screeching that he didn't do anything, but that only caused his father to spank all the harder. Finally the spanking ended and Mr. Barington said, "Now apologize to these two girls for your actions."
Tommy came and stood in front of me. "I'm sorry Evelyn. I'm sorry Traci."
His dad spoke again. "Now go upstairs to our quarters and stand in the corner of the living room. When I get up there later I will decide if you need additional punishment."
I watched Tommy walk slowly up the stairs, his butt a very bright red. He turned and looked at me. His eyes were asking why I had done this to him. I just replied with the sweet smile of one who knows that they are in charge a natural Mistress even though I didn't yet know what that was.
As soon as my dad came home from work, I went crying to him and told him all about Tommy spying on us and about him jumping into the pool with us naked. Naturally, I left out what I had done. Traci had to back me up or admit what had really happened.
Dad fired Mr. Barrington that evening. I never saw Tommy or his family again.
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