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As usual, don't read any more if you're not of age.  This story
isn't finished but I sent it off to join in celebrating ASSTR's
second server.  Enjoy and be sure to support ASSTR.
Go to  http://www.asstr-mirror.org/donations.html.

This story may be posted, reposted, or archieved on any Internet
site where access is without cost.  It may not be included in any
site that charges a fee or that requires the purchase of any age
verification code for acess.

Thanks to Mike Ink for proofreading and editing my word mangling. 
I gave him too little time to do a thorough edit and, as usual, I
made changes that surely negated some of his efforts.  Any errors
in the text are mine.  Please let me know if you like the story.

bobbijo@operamail.com

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                          A SECOND SERVER
                          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(M+F+f bdsm exhib oral anal)

bi bobbi jo
c. 2001


The Place
~~~~~~~~~

The old mill was almost hidden by the trees and brush.  Jack was
on a float trip with his sons when they discovered the old rock
structure.  It was beautiful, nearly as gorgeous as the scenery
at the river's bend where it was stood.  The native stone tower
blended into the environment so well that few who floated down
the river even noticed it.

Jack was an institutional chef.  The security and benefits of the
job took precedence over his dreams while he and his beloved wife
raised their family.  Jack's oldest son earned an associate
degree at the community college, then joined the US Army to fly
helicopters.  Paul, his second, surprised everyone when he
dropped engineering and became a teacher.  Crystal quit college
to raise her daughter Emerald, their first grandchild.  Their
youngest daughter was in college when his Tammi died of an
anaphylactic reaction from something she ate while traveling
alone.  Tammi was going to see her granddaughter while Jack
worked.

For months, Jack grieved, blaming himself for his wife's death. 
"If only I had gone with her," he often said.  Going to work was
temporary relief from the torture of returning to an empty house
that no longer felt like home.  It held too many happy memories
of things that he would never again experience.  His depression
worried his kids.  They constantly visited or invited him to
visit their homes across the country.

Jack knew he needed a change if he was to keep his sanity.  He
took the insurance money and set out to fulfill a dream, starting
with purchasing the old mill and the property that came with it,
two dilapidated houses where the millers lived a century and a
half earlier.

Turning his dream into reality hurt.  With no sewer service to
the rural site, authorities forced him to build an expensive
private treatment plant before he could even install a bathroom
or sink.  Bureaucrats who never built anything in their lives
fought his efforts to preserve the mill's basic structure.  But
after three years of labor and using all of his money plus a
large mortgage, 'The Olde Mill' opened for business.

In a few months, it was obvious The Olde Mill was failing.  Jack
grumbled the real estate agent's mantra, "Location, location,
location."  In spite of fine food and wonderful atmosphere, his
dream was too far off the beaten path.  The river road was once
an important route, but new bridges and interstate highways
siphoned the traffic away.  Too few customers came to even make
interest payments on the mortgage.  Jack prayed for a miracle. 
He promoted the site as perfect for wedding receptions or special
events, hoping for improvement during the summer.


Chris and Jennifer
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As a single mother, Chris usually worked two jobs to provide a
decent standard of living for her daughter.  Her ex-husband
defied court orders and paid no child support.  Then, when
Jennifer was six, Chris read that he was shot in what the
papers described as "a drug deal gone bad."

With no skills or even a high school diploma, Chris found few
jobs available.  Career waitress was how she labeled herself,
though she worked other jobs, too; 'girl Friday' in a real estate
office, or a retail cashier.  Life was a struggle consisting of
work and devotion to her daughter.

When Jennifer entered her teens and began to rebel, Chris decided
that she had to set an example.  She took night classes at the
community college and earned her GED.  Then she continued to take
one college class at a time.  She regretted having so little time
to spend with her daughter, but the pair managed to remain close,
survivors against a hostile world.


Holding On
~~~~~~~~~~

Desperate for funds to keep the Mill running, Jack took a second
job during the day, doing the only thing he knew, preparing fine
food.  The nearest town had only one eatery, billed as a 'family
restaurant.'  That translated to plain food for ordinary people.

Thanks to his experience, Jack was more efficient than the other
cooks.  The waitresses loved him.  Every order was prepared
quickly and correctly.  Their tips depended on the cook, and Jack
was the best.

While pleasant to all the waitresses, Jack felt attracted to one
particular woman.  She was so slender that she looked emaciated,
but always smiled for Jack and her guests.  When business slowed
in the afternoons, they talked.  Although out of practice, Jack
finally worked up the courage to invite Chris to dinner, telling
her to "bring the family."

At 17, Jennifer was an archetypal awkward teenager.  She wanted
to be popular and beautiful and rich and smart and stylish, but
was none of those things.  She read and dreamed, living much of
her life in a world of books and fantasy.  Jack's Olde Mill was a
castle in her fantasies.  She liked him, too; he really listened. 
More important, he kept secrets, even from her mother.

Because Chris liked both Jack and his 'The Olde Mill,' she became
its first hostess and server.  Even when no guests called for
reservations, Jack was there each evening, working on the mill or
the house, doing the carpentry and much of the plumbing and
wiring himself.  Chris and Jennifer sometimes helped, but often
just stayed to talk to the man so obsessed with his dream.

A few couples came out and enjoyed the food and ambience.  They
told others about their 'special place.'  Word-of-mouth brought
some diners out on Friday and Saturday evenings.  Weeknight
guests were rare.


A Special Place
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Each evening with no guests was time Jack devoted to his dream. 
He rebuilt the sluice and the overshot water wheel, telling Chris
that the mill needed a water wheel turning.  Then he found ways
to actually use the waterpower.

A generator set with a burned-out gasoline motor from a yard sale
was the restaurant's primary source of electricity.  The pulley
system was exposed, becoming part of The Olde Mill's decor. 
While getting building supplies at a home improvement store, Jack
saw displays of low voltage landscape lighting.  A quick call
confirmed that a building inspection wasn't needed for a low
voltage system, so Jack lit the dining rooms with landscape
lights.  More belts and pulleys from the wheel's main shaft soon
spun automobile alternators to charge batteries to power the
lights.

The water wheel's shaft also powered a dumbwaiter.  Long ropes
moved tray-sized platforms in a continuous chain between the
ground floor and the second level.  As the ropes passed over the
big pulleys at the top and bottom, the trays flipped.  Jack
imagined his guests watching a tray approaching the flip,
wondering if he or a server would get to it in time.  He even
practiced waiting until the last moment to grab a plate.

Jack's latest project was a Rube Goldberg water feature.  A piece
of gutter jutted under the front of the water wheel.  As water
spilled from the wheel, bursts of water ran into a rock pool in a
corner, surrounded by native ferns he dug from the woods.  The
pool was under the open shaft where a bucket chain once carried
grain to the bin in the top of the tower.  Jack was experimenting
with ways to move water up to the top of the building, planning
for a tiny stream to trickle throughout the restaurant with lots
of waterfalls along the way.

"Jack, you have to stop buying stuff," Chris told him as he hand
mixed mortar.  "We can't afford it."

"I'm building a dream," he softly told her, smiling.  Hearing
Chris say "we" pleased him.  He wanted to ask her exactly what
she meant, but feared pushing their relationship too fast.


Special Reservations
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

While Jack tinkered, a woman named Kitty called for reservations. 
She had some unusual requests, but Chris was sure that 'The Olde
Mill' could accommodate them.  "Let me double-check with Jack and
I'll call you back."

"I'll call in fifteen minutes," Kitty countered rather than give
out her number.

"Jack, a woman called for reservations.  She said that the people
coming are kinky.  Would nudity be all right if it's just
upstairs?"

"I don't see why not.  It's a private party.  Would you mind?"

"No.  I'll confirm reservations for twenty."

"Twenty?  Wow!  We'll need more help, at least a second server. 
Do you know anybody who could help?"

"I'll get somebody," Chris promised, planning to hire two
servers.  But none of her friends would take the job when she
explained the requirements.

"I can do it," Jennifer insisted after hearing her mother moan
about not being able to find help.  Jenni had worked part-time
and was an experienced waitress.

"I don't want you around.  It is going to be an adult party."

"Mom, I'm not a little girl any more."

"You will stay at home," Chris snapped.  "It's a school night."


Promises Broken
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chris paced nervously as she waited for the guests.  The future
of 'The Olde Mill' might rest on the success of the evening. 
Everyone who enjoyed the restaurant told someone else.  If all of
the evening's diners were pleased, Jack could expect more
business, maybe enough to actually make a profit.  Chris hadn't
forgotten her agreement with Kitty, an arrangement she didn't
mention to Jack.

Traffic on river road was always sparse.  Chris watched for
approaching headlights, both anticipating and dreading the
group's arrival.  The reservations were for six although dinner
wasn't to be served until seven.  It was only five after six, but
Chris worried when two vehicles continued past.  Two minutes
later, three cars parked in front.

Wringing her hands, Chris forced a smile as she greeted the
guests.  "Welcome to The Olde Mill.  I'm Chris.  I'll be your
server tonight."

"Sir Geoffrey," the stocky man nodded formally, taking Chris'
hand and brushing his lips lightly across her knuckles.  "And
this is Lady Carla.  Master Leon and his lady, Tina.  Lord Elroy
and his pet, cookie.  May we look around?"

"Please," Chris answered, gesturing around the building.

Sir Geoffrey strode around the ground floor dining area, then
climbed the stairs to the second level.  He was an imposing man,
dressed in black, a goatee giving him an evil look.  The other
guests looked at the facilities, but Geoffrey was obviously in
charge.  "May be we seated up here?" he asked Chris.

"Yes, sir.  Anywhere you like."

The man glared at Chris.  "I understood that Kitty specified
certain attire... or lack thereof, perhaps?"

"I couldn't get anyone," Chris apologized, cringing.

The man stared at her.  Chris couldn't stop squirming
uncomfortably under his gaze.  The man looked around again and
sighed.  "Such delightful possibilities.  Kitty will have to be
severely beaten, of course.  Well, we might as well go."

"No!" Chris almost screamed, stepping to block the man's exit. 
She was almost in tears.  "Please?  I tried.  I... I couldn't get
anyone for tonight and..."

"Is there a problem?" Jack asked, coming out of his kitchen area.

"I'm afraid so," Geoffrey answered.

"I'll do whatever is necessary to make it right."

"I fear that your wife made..."

"She's not my wife," Jack informed the man.

"Oh?  I apologize.  I understood that this was a family-owned
establishment."

"I own and operate The Olde Mill," Jack said.  "If there is a
problem, it's my problem."

"I have no desire to see YOU topless," the man grinned.

"Topless?"  Jack looked at Chris.  "OK, come clean.  What did you
tell him?"

"The woman," Chris sobbed miserably.  "I... She said they were
kinky and wanted to be served by topless women, and I was sure I
could get a couple girls I know to do it, but nobody would, so I
was hoping, well, that the food and the mill and..."

Jack looked stunned.  Geoffrey looked impatient and miffed. 
Chris looked miserable.  The only sound came from the water wheel
and the machinery connected to it, until a young voice spoke up,
saying, "I'll do it."

"Jennifer, you're not even supposed to be here," Chris snapped.

"I believe that you agreed to two scantily-clad servers,"
Geoffrey informed Chris.  Then he turned to Jennifer.  "You
appear rather young.  Are you of age?"

"Eighteen, even if I am still in high school," she bluffed. 
"I'll do it.  Jack spent a lot of money to get the best, freshest
food.  It's going to be a fabulous meal.  If I have to show my
boobs... to... so he..."

Geoffrey roared out a full-bellied laugh.  "Now that's what I
came here for.  Please sit down, young lady.  Maybe I found the
right place, after all.  Please join us, Chris.  Carla, you will
serve beverages in the specified attire.  Ask the master of the
house where you can get them if you can't find them yourself."

"I think you better leave," Jack told Geoffrey with a stern
expression on his face, even though he was worried that his dream
was gone.  He spent his last pennies to stock his kitchen for the
evening.

"Would you join us, too, sir?  We will negotiate, something that
perverts like me do quite often.  Please?"  He gestured to a
chair at the table.  Then he held chairs for Chris and Jenni. 
When they were seated, he took the last chair.

"Jack, right?  Jack, Chris, Jenni," Geoffrey began, looking at
each of them, "I am dominant.  My perversion is dominating women. 
It's how I get my kicks.  My lovely wife, Kitty, is my opposite,
the square hole for my round peg.  She is submissive and loves
our games almost as much as I do.

"Kitty was to find a place for us to play.  She chose to call you
because she guessed that you and the local folk weren't into
nudity.  Can you see that just viewing bare breasts is no fun for
me?  For a few bucks, I can ogle breasts at any of the so-called
gentlemen's clubs.  What I crave is what we call power exchange. 
I love control, taking power from women.  I love to see a woman
squirm uncomfortably as they do my bidding, the kinky things I
come up with.

"So, you see, Jenni, it is your nervousness that aroused me. 
Your willingness to expose your breasts for your... friend?  I
don't understand what I've seen here, but maybe it'll work out as
we go through the evening.  If you had simply bared your chest, I
would not have felt the same pleasure that I get from your
embarrassed blush.

"Ah, there's my lovely spouse.  Kitty and I play games all the
time, but she gets a special kick when I coerce her into exposing
herself to strangers.  Carla is new to kinky games.  The other
folks here are a mixed bag, some new to the scene, some old
players looking for a place that's friendly to kinky people.

"Chris, I won't force you to strip.  That would be legally and
morally wrong.  But I will tease and encourage and bribe.  If it
arouses you, I'll treat you like a whore.  If that disgusts you,
I'll try something else.  But you agreed that we would be treated
to a view of two pair of naked breasts.  If you don't live up to
your agreement, we will leave.  Shhhh.  I'm still talking.  I'm
the dominant, the control freak.  If you interrupt, you take the
power that I crave.

"Jack, if you don't want kinky people around, OK.  We will leave. 
But if you don't mind, we need places to play that are private
but accessible.  We need discretion.  That's one reason I insist
that the staff play along.  With your waitresses stripped down,
you can't complain about us doing it.

"Now, I suspect that you guys aren't being honest with each
other.  Chris, you didn't tell Jack or Jenni what was going on. 
If you were my submissive, I'd make you bare your bottom for a
good spanking, a really humiliating one, in public, right here in
the dining room.  Does that idea arouse you?"

Chris squirmed in her chair, looking down at the tabletop.

"Jack hasn't told you his feelings, either," Geoffrey softly told
her.  "How did you two meet?"

"We worked in the same place," Chris replied.

"Are you dating?"

"No."

"I see.  When was your last date?" Geoffrey asked.

Chris let out a nervous laugh.  "Eighteen years ago, before
Jennifer was born."

"How about you, Jack?  When was your last date?"

"I invited Chris out here a few weeks ago," Jack told him.

"Oh?  And before that?"

"When I was dating Tammi, my wife.  We were married for 26 years
before... I'm a widower."

Geoffrey nodded.  "You're both out of practice.  It seems that
Chris didn't even consider dinner with you a date.  Jack, where
would you like to go with Chris?  Would you like to see her
nude?"

"I don't know her well enough," Jack protested.

"Bull," Geoffrey snapped.  "A blind man could see that you have
the hots for her.  By the way, tell Carla what you'd like to
drink.  I'll have coffee."

Carla blushed, her breasts bare, as she stood with a pad and
pencil in her hand.  "I think that I found everything, Master
Jack.  What may I get for you?"

Geoffrey chuckled.  "Chris, my dear, you are as transparent as
your man.  I detected jealousy when Carla called Jack 'Master.' 
Do you fantasize becoming his slave?"  Geoffrey laughed again as
he watched Chris cower and blush, afraid to admit her thoughts
and feeling.  "Have you two even kissed?  Touched?  My, my, my,
so old-fashioned.  Perhaps I can help destroy some of your
inhibitions.  So, let us negotiate, shall we?

"First, all of us practice our perversions in a safe, sane, and
consensual manner.  We won't force you to do anything.  I do
promise to cajole, tease, bribe, and coerce you to do lots of
naughty things that you might never consider on your own.  But,
then again, maybe you dream about such things and I will just
provide you with plausible denial, an excuse to do what you fear
but crave.

"Chris, we use safe words.  'Green' is obvious; get on with it,
go, do something before I get bored.  'Yellow' is caution.  It
says that you're distressed and maybe something needs to change. 
We use 'orange' as a kind of final warning that what is happening
is too much for you and you are very close to calling out 'red',
the stop signal.  If you say 'red', it means that you have
reached a limit and you will not tolerate going farther.  Be very
sure before you say 'red', though.  'Red' stops everything.

"You may say 'red' right now, Chris.  If you do, the evening is
over.  We will all get up, pay for our drinks, and leave you to
your current life.  Is your life boring?  Do you live in fear? 
One way to conquer that fear is to live life fully, taking risks
that might provide great rewards.  I promise you, Chris, that we
will do nothing that will injure you or Jenni.  There will be no
exchange of body fluids with the possible exception of some
saliva, at least for tonight, so no disease can be transmitted.

"Now I must be very male and use logic.  We are quite harmless. 
You won't get a disease from baring your body.  You won't be in
any physical pain.  Even if you are very religious, taking off
some clothing is surely a very minor sin.  But there are rewards,
too.  If we enjoy our evening, you may have to put up with crowds
of semi-naked customers wearing kinky clothing or accessories. 
Jack may find his business more profitable.  Oh, and I tip rather
well."

Chris looked around, trying to figure out what to do.  She was
almost frantic.  Then anger suddenly erupted.  "What are you
smiling about?" she demanded of Jack.

"I'm imagining how cute you're going to look," he told her, still
smiling broadly.  "And how cute you'd look tied up."

Forcing a frown, Chris glared at Jack.  "What makes you think
that I'm going to... to take... show my..."  Her voice was
trailing off to a whisper.

"Because you are an honorable woman," Jack replied.  "You made a
promise.  If you break that promise, I will be bankrupt.  I don't
mind.  I tried to create a dream.  I can create another.  But I
won't have to, will I?"

"Damn you," Chris choked out, guilt and fear drying her throat.

"Is he correct?" Sir Geoffrey asked.  "If not, then we will move
on while it's still early enough to make some alternative plans. 
Kitty, you set this up.  I'll give you an opportunity to redeem
yourself.  If our servers breasts aren't bare in, let's see,
seven minutes, then we move on and you will be very sorry."


A New Beginning
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chris was so focused on mentally berating herself that she didn't
notice the other arrivals.  She was startled to see a naked
forty-something woman sit down next to her.

"Don't worry about Sir G," Kitty grinned, taking Chris' hand. 
"And don't worry about my beating.  No matter what you do, he'll
still find a reason to beat me.  I submit to his dominance
because I get as much out of it as he does.  But let's talk about
you, dear.  Smile.  Come on, smile.  Little upturn at the corners
of that mouth?  A little grin?  A smirk?  Don't you see even a
little humor in this?"

Humor?  Kitty, what a ridiculous name for a slightly overweight
woman sitting in a restaurant wearing nothing but a leather dog
collar, high heeled pumps, and a smile!  And what an outrageous
situation.  Chris couldn't stop the embarrassed smile that broke
onto her face.

"Good.  Now, sweetie, close your eyes and imagine whatever turns
you on.  Would you be aroused if you were tied up by Jack?  What
if a stranger took scissors to your blouse and bra?  Would doing
a strip tease rock your boat?  How about letting Sir G. remove
your blouse so you don't feel responsible?  Or maybe you're a
spy, a French wench in occupied territory who must bare her body
for Nazi officers so that they will spill their secrets and you
can save the world from fascism.  Think about what turns you on,
then play that role in your mind.  Now stand up, dear.  Oh,
you're shivering.  It's going to be all right.  This won't hurt."

"My boobs are ugly," Chris said as she stood passively while
Kitty unbuttoned her blouse.

"So are mine," Kitty giggled, pulling the blouse open.

"No, mine are REALLY ugly."

"Perverts love all breasts," Kitty cooed, nuzzling at Chris' neck
as she reached around to unhook the bra.  "Everybody will love
yours."

"I'm wearing falsies," Chris sobbed, tears rolling down her
cheeks.  "Not just pads, falsies."

"Too little for a Wonder Bra, huh?  Oh, they're darling," Kitty
gasped as she pulled the bra down Chris' arms.  "Don't cover up. 
Show everybody your cute little boobies."

"They're not cute, they're ugly," Chris wailed, tears flowing
down her cheeks.  "They don't just sag, they flop into nothing
but saggy, floppy, ugly pancakes.  And this one is smaller than
this one and it sags more.  See?  I'm uneven, one down to here
and the other swinging out over here."

"And I think you're perfect," Jack said, appearing in front of
Chris and hugging her.  "Kissable and lovely.  I can't wait to
kiss and suck on those sexy little nipples."

Sir Geoffrey started clapping his hands and everyone else joined
in applauding Chris.  As the noise died away, Geoffrey sighed
loudly and melodramatically.  "I AM pleased that you overcame
your inhibitions.  Unfortunately, it took eight minutes and I
gave you only seven.  Let's go, everyone.  We still have time to
find some place to flog Kitty if..."

"No, damn it," Chris snapped, jumping in front of Sir Geoffrey. 
"After showing you my disgusting, floppy tits, you are NOT going
to pull that.  Sit down."

Sir Geoffrey glared at her.  "I am a control freak," he informed
Chris.  "I am in control of whether we stay or go.  I am paying
for this evening.  You agreed that at least two bare breasted
servers would greet us.  It took over half an hour to get one
pair of floppy tits exposed... even if they are rather cute."
The man smiled when Chris blushed.  "I'll tell you what," Sir
Geoffrey proposed.  "If our servers are completely nude except
for kinky leather collars, we might stay."

Chris was still angry.  "It's going to be like this all night,
isn't it?  Always pushing us to do more... stuff."

"Yes," Geoffrey grinned.  "I will push you to participate in all
our kinky games.  I'd love to get you groveling, kneeling at my
feet, feeding my perverted, power-hungry ego."

"You weren't really going to leave," she told him.  "You're just
trying to get me naked."

"Are you willing to risk my leaving?  Wouldn't it be easier to
just take off your clothes now to be sure we stay?"

"You're getting off on this, aren't you?" Chris demanded angrily.

"Yes, I am," Sir Geoffrey smiled.  "So is your man friend."  He
looked over Chris' shoulder at Jack, then back.  "Are you?"

"I'm embarrassed, humiliated, pissed off, half naked, and yes,
damn it, I'm feeling things that I haven't felt in a long time,
but I am NOT going to take off all my clothes in front of a bunch
of strangers."

"Good evening, then," Sir Geoffrey said, bowing slightly and
taking a step toward the stairs.

"Damn you," Chris shrieked, stomping her foot and wishing her
shoe had a hard sole and heel so everyone could hear the sound
that she wanted to make.  "OK, damn it.  I'll get naked but
that's it.  Nothing else."

"If there is no further possibility of sucking up any more of
your power, why should a power hungry pervert like me stay?"

Completely flustered, Chris fought to regain control of her
emotions.  After a few deep breaths, her mind seemed to function
better and she decided that she did not want to risk everyone
leaving.  She sat down on the nearest bench and pulled off her
shoes, throwing them toward Sir Geoffrey.  She quickly stripped
off her black skirt and panties before she lost her nerve and
what little was left of her composure.

The realization that she was actually naked in a room full of
strangers and her only daughter suddenly hit Chris.  For a
moment, she thought about her feelings.  Her heart was beating
fast.  She felt angry.  She felt helpless and out of control and
powerless and embarrassed ... and incredibly aroused.  Sir
Geoffrey was in control.  He held her power and would squeeze out
even more.  So what could she do?  She took a deep cleansing
breath and smiled.  "May I show you to a seat, sir?"

Sir Geoffrey grinned, staring at her, his arms folded over his
chest.  She knew what he wanted.  Power.  Her power expressed in
her submission.  Chris let her anger die enough that she could
smile, saying, "May a worthless serving wench show Master to a
table?"

"Please," the evil man smiled back.  "Provided the second server
is properly unattired."  He turned to look at Jenni.  She blushed
immediately, hunching her shoulders forward in embarrassment.


Appetizers
~~~~~~~~~~

Geoffrey teased Jenni as she started disrobing.  "It is too bad
that the other serving wench was so reluctant to expose her cute
little breasts.  You might have retained a bit of modesty, maybe
a thong panty or g-string.  Now you have to take it all off just
to keep this room full of perverts.  I can't imagine taking off
all my clothes in front of my mother.  You must feel terribly
embarrassed, maybe even humiliated.  Oh, such cute nipples and so
erect."

"I think I'll call you perky tits," Sir Geoffrey chuckled,
tormenting Jenni as she blushed crimson.  "No hickies in private
places for mom to see.  But you're not a virgin, are you?"

Jenni glanced at her mother.  "No," she answered, watching for a
reaction.  Chris rolled her eyes up and sighed.

"Most young women your age have been relieved of their hymen,"
the man told her.  "We won't bite.  Well, actually, I do bite,
but you can always say red and I'll stop.  And it doesn't hurt
that much.  Are you ashamed of your body, Jenni?"

"No, sir," she replied, fighting the impulse to cover herself. 
"It's just, well, I've always been modest."

"You're lovely, very much like your mother."  Jenni was pleased. 
She always thought of her mother as beautiful, so slender even
into her mid-thirties.  "So, what's on the menu for tonight?"

Chris went to get the menu board that she had prepared with Jack. 
Before she set it up, a man's voice called out, "Hello?  Are you
open?  Is anyone here?"

"Jenni, please have them join us."

"I can't go down like this," the teenager said, looking down at
her erect nipples.

"You aren't open for drop-ins, are you?  They must be part of our
group and will expect a naked server.  Go on."

With her whole body blushing, Jenni nervously descended the
stairs to the lower level.  A couple was peeking into the booths,
apparently looking for friends.  "Everyone is upstairs, sir,"
Jenni said from behind the couple.

The man turned.  His eyebrows shot up.  "What is this?  What kind
of reception is this?  Indecent exposure, if I ever saw it.  You
need a spanking, young lady."

Before Jenni could react, the man had her legs trapped between
his and her belly over his left thigh while his right hand
slapped at her bare bottom.  It hurt!  Jenni squealed, "No. 
Please!  That hurts!"

The man let her up, making sure that she was balanced before he
turned to his companion.  "And you.  That exhibition aroused you,
didn't it?  Well, I supposed I shall have to punish you, too." 
And the young woman was pulled into the same position, her short
skirt pulled up and her tiny panty around her thighs, the man's
hand planting stinging blows to both the exposed butt cheeks.

Even though her bottom still stung with prickly heat, Jenni was
relieved to be sure that the man was kinky and part of the group,
not some religious zealot.  She giggled as she watched the woman
squirm and thrash about, getting a harder and longer spanking.
As the man put his companion back on her feet, Jenni smiled at
him.  "This way, please, sir."  She started up the stairs.

"Cute butt," the woman behind her commented, bringing more blood
to the surface of Jenni's skin.

"Very.  Does her body turn you on?" the man asked.

"I'd love a taste of what's between those thighs."

"So would I.  I wonder if she's on the menu?"

Jenni tried to remain aloof as she offered them a booth.  The man
declined the first one and asked for "one with a better view."

Chris had a hard time making it through the menu.  Geoffrey and
some of the others teased her as she tried to recite the
specials.  She insisted that neither she nor her daughter were
available for dinner or dessert.  She had to admit that the
lobster tails were frozen, but informed the guests that the
swordfish, salmon, and tenderloin were fresh and top quality.

With pads and pencils in hand, Chris and her daughter circulated
around the tables, taking orders.  Everyone wanted to try a cup
of peanut soup, one of Jack's specialties.  Most also chose a
garden salad with fresh greens picked that afternoon from the
greenhouse at the corner of the building.  Both were served with
slender French baguette bread sticks fresh from Jack's oven.

Once the orders were taken, the men showed their dominance as
their companions shed clothing, one to reveal a leather harness,
another to show the rings in her nipples, and most to expose
thighs and breasts.  Some of the warm, slender bread sticks were
moistened with vaginal excretions and one was coated with fresh
sperm-laden fluid.

At Geoffrey's table, Kitty remained nude, kneeling beside her
husband as he stroked her hair.  When Carla shyly attempted to
cover her breasts, she was ordered to help with the serving,
discovering that it was impossible to hide her nudity while
carrying baskets of hot bread or cups of peanut soup.

While the guests waited for the main course, many of the women
were sent to freshen drinks or get more napkins.  Some visited
Jack in his kitchen, using special requests as a pretense.  "My
master asked that I convey his wish that the vegetables be well
drained so that no liquid meets his steak."  Jack assured the
nude woman kneeling in his kitchen that the vegetables would be
served in a separate bowl on the side.  Although he had never
played kinky games with a group, he was ready to participate both
because it might be good for business and because he enjoyed it.
A very nervous woman came to the kitchen in a mini-skirt to ask,
"Is there some way I can get something to lubricate this?"  She
held out a chrome butt plug.

Jack looked at the woman, forcing a frown onto his face to hide
his desire to smile.  "How dare you bring an object that might be
contaminated with fecal matter into my kitchen," he roared at
her.  "Hold that thing out in front of you to be sure it doesn't
touch anything in here.  Take this and don't bring it back.  Tell
your master how you brought an object that belongs in a shit hole
into my immaculate kitchen and ask what punishment is appropriate
for such an act."

"Sit down and relax," the man who called himself Lord Elroy told
Chris.  "Let cookie serve you.  It won't hurt.  I bet it feels
good."  It did.  Although not overtly sexual, knowing that cookie
was wearing nothing but body jewelry as she massaged Chris' neck
and shoulders made every touch sensual.  Across the dining room,
Jenni was trying not to show how much she was enjoying the touch
of the woman with whom she shared a spanking.  Both Jenni and her
mother watched the scene being played out.

Everyone saw the young woman walk across the room with a shiny
metal butt plug in one hand and a cruet of salad oil in the
other.  She spoke to her husband, then went back to the middle of
the room to kneel on the floor.  As directed, she spread out a
square of plastic wrap and opened a napkin on the plastic.  She
glanced around nervously, blushing when she realized that the
whole group was watching her every move.

Placing the chrome plug on the napkin, she poured oil over the
blunt tip and spread the slippery stuff with her fingertips. 
Blushing, she picked up the plug and bent forward, supporting
herself with her left hand while she tried to insert the plug. 
After several tries, the turned back to her husband.  "I can't,"
she sobbed.  He frowned back.

"Try oiling your asshole," another submissive woman suggested.
Feeling the heat of another blush, the woman dripped a little
more oil onto her fingertips, then pushed one finger into her
bottom hole.  "Get it good and slick.  Try to get two fingers
in," someone called out softly.

"It won't fit," the woman sobbed after trying again.  She looked
at her husband.  "Isn't trying enough?"  When he just stared
back, she frowned at him.  "I am NOT going to safe word."

"How about just sitting on it?" someone suggest.

"That's how I had to do it when I went to that size," another
added.

"I've never had more than a finger in me," the woman said,
standing the butt plug on its base.

"I just saw two fingers in there," her husband teased.  "Want to
give up, Bett?"

"No," she frowned, getting to her feet and squatting over the
metal toy with her mini-skirt around her waist.  She felt
underneath her for the toy and tried to aim her rectal orifice
for its tip.  It was awkward, one hand back on the floor as the
other tried to line the toy up with its intended place.  After
several minutes, Bett started to ease herself down.

In one heartbeat, Bett's oily hand slipped on the waxed hardwood
plank floor.  Without the hand, she couldn't balance on her feet
and they slid out from under her.  She squealed, her eyes looked
as big as saucers, and her entire body tensed as her butt cheeks
slapped the oily floor.

For half a minute, Bett didn't even breathe.  Slowly, her goggle
eyes narrowed and she relaxed her tense muscles.  Smiling
broadly, she squealed, "I did it!"

"And made quite a mess," her husband laughed.  "Look at those
oily butt prints.  You better get something to clean it up or
we'll have lots of people slipping."  He led the applause for his
wife as she stood and started toward the back.  Seeing the oily
tracks she was leaving, she unbuckled the ankle straps of her
shoes and stepped out of them.

Although still blushing prettily, Chris and Jenni saw that Bett
was obviously pleased with herself.  The woman showed off her
metal butt plug, wagging her bottom as she scrubbed up the oil on
her hands and knees and then dried the floor with dishtowels.


The Main Course
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

With the skill that comes from years of practice, Jack had all
the main courses finished at the same time.  When Chris and Jenni
hurried to start serving, Geoffrey called them back.  "Until
everyone finishes, you are just eye candy."

The dominant men were served by their submissive partners.  Some
of the women knelt, presenting the food.  Others put two plates
on the table, then waited for permission to eat.  Bett's husband
seemed to enjoy her distress the first time she sat down with the
butt plug in place.  All the men enjoyed the sight of a dozen
pair of exposed buttocks rolling to the kitchen and jiggling
breasts returning.  The view was so enjoyable that women were
frequently sent back to the kitchen for more fresh bread.

After serving Sir Geoffrey, Carla and Kitty returned for two more
plates that they set at a small table for two in the middle of
the dining area.  Kitty knelt at Chris' feet, Carla knelt before
Jenni.  "Please, Miss, allow us to serve you."

"We're supposed to be the servers," Chris objected.

"Our master desires that we serve," Kitty giggled.  "Please?  I
promise it won't hurt.  It's just a kinky little game that we
would like to play.  Please?"

"OK," Chris sighed, sitting in the straight-backed chair and
resigning herself to participating in the group's perverted
activities.  She didn't even object when Kitty tied her legs to
the chair legs with scarves at her ankles and just below her
knees.

Jenni's curiosity was aroused, along with her libido, when Carla
tied her legs.  Then the woman tied Jenni's right wrist and elbow
to the chair back.  Carla knelt next to Jenni and waited.

Well, the fork was on the left.  Jennifer quickly discovered the
power of habit.  The only time she held a fork in her left hand
was to hold a piece of meat while she cut with her right hand. 
Her attempts to use her fork to eat the swordfish were clumsy and
she dropped the first piece on her thigh.  Carla sucked up the
piece of swordfish, then licked and sucked until Jenni's bare
thigh was clean.  Then Carla looked up, smiling and saying,
"Thank you, mistress."

Chris dropped a fork full of Jack's vegetable medley.  The
chopped veggies landed on her left boob, then slid down her side. 
Kitty quickly intercepted the bite of food at Chris' side,
sucking the bits of green and yellow into her mouth, then licking
up the trail of moisture.  Chris hissed and giggled, feeling even
more helpless than she really was.  She prayed that her daughter
and the others in the room wouldn't sense how aroused she was
becoming.

Lord Elroy sent cookie off to ask Jack to join them at the table
next to the four women.  "Is everything all right?" Jack asked
him.

"It's wonderful," the man told him.  "We just wanted you to be
able to enjoy the evening a bit.  Please have a seat.  Have you
eaten?"

"When I'm cooking, I never eat meals.  Just doing the necessary
tasting provides more than enough calories.  I'd be as big as a
barn if I added a full meal."

"Ah, if only I watched my diet as well.  Thanks to your salad and
these delicious sides, at least I will have eaten a balanced meal
tonight.  We're not overdoing things, are we?"

"Everyone seems to be having a good time," Jack smiled as he
watched a tall and rather large redhead walk to the waitress
station to refill her master's glass with ice and cola.  She was
graceful for such a large woman, her bottom rolling seductively,
her long hair swishing.  Her large breasts bounced in time with
her footsteps as she returned.  She smiled and drew her shoulders
back when she saw Jack looking at her.

"We are having a good time, sir," cookie spoke up after receiving
a nod from her husband.  "Could you please make your upper room a
private club for people like us?  There isn't a place that's
play-friendly for over a hundred miles.  We have to go to
Baltimore or DC or Tidewater, and even there, it's only a couple
of days a week or on special weekends."

"I hadn't considered that," Jack admitted.  "But I don't want to
become just a bondage club.  I want people to enjoy my food."

"Oh, boy, did I," cookie giggled.  "But can we play a little more
after we eat?"

"I'd like that.  It's been a long time."

"Oh?  You play?" cookie asked, smiling at her husband.

"Not like you guys," he smiled back.  "It was just my wife and I,
in the privacy of our... well, it wasn't in the bedroom very
often," he laughed.  "We didn't play in pubic but liked semi-
public where we might get caught.  Tammi loved being helpless
and I loved tying her up and teasing her."

"I have more rope," Sir Geoffrey offered, opening the duffel at
his feet.

"I preferred cravats," Jack told him.  "Triangular bandages.  I
was once a volunteer EMT and a Boy Scout leader.  Did you know
that their traditional neckerchiefs came from the days when
scouts wore their first aid kits?  They're secure, strong, easy
to tie, inexpensive, and they almost never cause rope burns and
usually don't leave marks."

"Really?  Do you have some?" another man who had been
eavesdropping asked.

"In my house, across the highway," Jack answered.  "I could go
get them."  His cock became painfully erect as he imagined
binding the women in the room, especially the pair tied to the
chairs at the adjacent table.

"Would you mind if some the ladies helped fetch them?  You seem
to understand how much the thrill of a bit of danger can add to a
game," Sir Geoffrey chuckled.

"That I do," Jack smiled.  "The door is unlocked.  Actually, it
doesn't even have a lock yet.  I spent most of my time fixing up
the Mill so the house is an old dump.  Only the roof has been
done, just to prevent further damage.  How about making it a
game?  A race to bring back the tools of a bit of bondage?"

"Would you do the honors?"

"I'd love to," Jack smiled.  "As soon as everyone finishes their
dinner.  Dig in."


Fun and Games
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jack's portions were generous.  Few of the guests even tried to
eat all the food on their plates.  Half of Jenni's food was still
on the plate when she felt full so she started playing with
Carla, putting a bite of potato on her right nipple, then
groaning as Carla sucked and licked.  She smeared swordfish all
over her left breast and tried unsuccessfully to balance the
chunk on her nipple.  She didn't even care that her mother was
watching, making faces to show disapproval.

Chris was having fun, too.  The whole situation was ridiculous
but harmless.  She couldn't help glancing at the couple smooching
in the booth she faced, or at Bett's husband using oil from the
cruet to slick his fingers that kept disappearing between his
wife's thighs.  She couldn't help seeing where some other hands
strayed and touched and stroked and probed.  She realized that
she had never before been quite as aroused as she felt while
bound to a chair in a restaurant while a woman licked food that
fell on her body.  She couldn't bring herself to be as blatant as
her daughter, so she tried to make it look like accidents that
bits of food that dropped on her breasts and thighs.

When Chris felt full, she put her fork down and sighed, leaning
back in the chair.  Kitty made little whimpering noises and
opened her mouth like a baby bird begging for a worm.  Smiling
evilly, Chris started picking up food with her fingers, hand
feeding the woman kneeling beside her.  Kitty moaned her
appreciation as she took the food and then licked and sucked
Chris' fingers.  Chris wondered what orders Sir Geoffrey had
given the woman when Kitty sucked on the bread, not chewing until
it was inside her mouth.

"It looks like everybody is about finished," Jack called out
after Sir Geoffrey got silence by tapping his glass with a spoon. 
"I want to propose a race for all the submissive folks who want
to stay and play.  My house is across the road and up the gravel
driveway.  Right inside the front door on the left are a soft
shoulder bag and a laundry bag full of triangular muslin cravats. 
If you want to play, you have to fetch three or four of them and
come back holding them behind your back.  Those who make it back
first will be rewarded.  Those who bring up the rear are in
trouble.  If you want to play, come down to the foot of the
stairs."

All of the female guests chose to play, even though some didn't
decide to play until ordered to participate.  "Wouldn't you like
to play, too?" Jack asked Chris after Kitty untied the ropes.

"It's freezing out there," Chris objected.  "There is NO WAY that
I am going to go outside naked."

"I'll warm you up when you get back," Jack grinned.  Chris looked
into his eyes and almost melted.  Her breasts may have softened
with age, but her nipples were as hard as a teenager's.  Racing
outdoors with other buck-naked women was so outrageous that...
she couldn't resist.

Downstairs, Jack passed out chemical light sticks.  To add to the
challenge, some masters bound their women's arms.  One woman was
hobbled by her long skirt even though her breasts were bare.  All
wore high heels, some extremely high, that would slow them as
they climbed the long driveway.

For safety, one man asked that running be prohibited.  Everyone
agreed that walking would be safer, so the women were ordered to
walk briskly but were warned that they would be punished for
running.  Others proposed additional rules, hands clasped behind
the back or neck or nipples held between fingers and thumb. 
Eventually, all the men decided that no additional rules were
needed.

All fifteen women formed a line at the back of the room.  Many
were nude.  Others wore whatever pleased them and their masters;
a rubber brief, a leather skirt, a lace thong, a corset and thigh
highs.  Geoffrey counted down, "Three, two, one, GO!"  All
fifteen women tried to get out the doors at the same time.  The
men enjoyed the view as the group checked the road for traffic
before disappearing up the driveway.

"Let's all bring in some wood and build up the fires," Jack
suggested.  "They're going to be cold."  The temperature outside
was above freezing but just barely.

"It won't be too bad if they keep moving," Leon chuckled.  "I'm
looking forward to warming Tina when she gets back."

"I will gladly warm all of their bottoms," the late arrival
snickered.

"I want to watch 'em come back," one of the younger men said,
going out the door.  "Anybody else want to light them up?"


The Foot Race
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jenni giggled as she shuffled along in her blocky heels.  The
weather was chilly but calm and clear.  She wasn't sure if the
goose bumps that made her skin feel prickly were from the cold or
the naughtiness of being outside and bare-naked.

Her mother was in front.  A lifetime as a waitress, rushing to
fill orders and clean tables, was good preparation for a walking
foot race.  Jenni grinned.  Her mom's bottom was the sexiest of
the group, a perfect balance between roundness and firmness,
tightness and jiggle.  Jenni knew that Jack appreciated that
bottom.

Only Jenni and Chris knew the way to Jack's house.  Jenni decided
that it was good that her mother was up front, leading the way
for everyone else.  Two other women were close behind.  Most of
the women were walking in a loose cluster around Jenni, panting
and complaining about the ruts in the driveway and the cold.
"Ah, come on," Jenni laughed.  "This is fun."

"For you," a woman with a wagging tail grumbled.

"Just say red and it's over," Jenni giggled.

"I know.  I don't want it to end like this, though."

"Ah, love," Jenni cooed, teasing the woman.  "Will you do
anything for your lover?"

"Just about," the woman panted.  She started falling behind. 
Bett stayed with her.  Maybe it was their butt plugs that bound
them together.  Jenni wondered what it would feel like to have
something back there.  She knew that, one day soon, she would
find a way to get that experience.

Chris was coming back down the hill before Jenni made it to the
house.  "Go, Mom!" she cheered, trying not to notice how her
mother's little boobs bounced.  She knew that Jack wasn't lying
about liking them.  They really were cute.

Thanks to her youth and fitness, Jenni was the fourth to get to
the house.  The three who made it to the house ahead of her had
left both the bags open with muslin cravats hanging out.  She
grabbed a handful from the laundry bag and immediately ran into
two women coming in the door.  Giggles erupted as naked bodies
brushed past each other.

When she started back down the driveway, Jenni could see the dim
glow from The Olde Mill.  She almost stumbled, distracted by the
view.  The almost full moon reflected off the smooth water to the
left of the building.  The dam was hidden behind the rock
structure.  The churning water to the right seemed to sparkle. 
Jenni stopped, entranced.  She didn't care about the half a dozen
women passed her.  But she was concerned about the woman who was
puffing up the hill toward her.  "Are you all right?"

"Just old and fat and corseted," the woman panted.  "A tight
corset makes it harder to breathe.  Besides, I want to be the one
getting the real punishment."

In the dim glow of the chemical light stick, Jenni could see that
the woman was smiling.  "At least you're still playing.  This is
the first time in years that I've seen my mom having any fun. 
Besides, you're not that fat."

"But I am getting older."  The woman stopped to get her breath. 
She turned to stand beside Jenni.  "Oh, that is gorgeous."

"Yeah," Jenni agreed.  "I'm so cold I feel warm.  Maybe it's from
looking at something so beautiful."

"I better get going.  I don't want to delay the games too much."

She was fifty, maybe older, one of the two women wearing a
corset.  If asked, Jenni would be at a loss to explain why she
turned to accompany the woman back up the hill.  "What kind of
punishment?" Jenni asked.

"I'm sorry.  My punishment or yours?"

"Both," Jenni answered, giggling.  "Since I'm going to be one of
the last to make it back, too."

"Oh, it could be anything.  By the way, my name is Sugar, 'cause
I'm so sweet.  Tonight's punishment won't really be punishment,"
Sugar explained.  "It's a game.  Oh, it'll probably hurt but,
well, I'm a pervert, a masochist.  I like pain.  When Ben really
wants to punish me, he ignores me or makes me stand in a corner. 
But I'm going to make it to the house and bring back some of
those things, which means that I tried and I'll be rewarded with
punishment that gets me off."

"Gets you off like coming?" Jenni asked as they stepped onto the
porch.

"Sometimes.  I love orgasms during a beating.  I don't pop from
just a beating, but Ben usually gives me something to hump myself
on.  It's terribly embarrassing, but I'm so perverted that I get
off on the humiliation, too.  How about you?"

"I'm not sure I've ever come," Jenni admitted.  After seeing
Sugar pick up the laundry bag, she deciding to stuff all the
remaining cravats into the shoulder bag.  She slung it over her
shoulder and stood aside so Sugar could go out the door first.

"Thank you," Sugar said, stepping past Jenni.  "Dear, if you are
unsure if you have experienced an orgasm, then you haven't.  If
you come anything like me, it's quite a strong... not emotion. 
It's definitely physical.  I can have sex but no orgasm, or I can
have an orgasm but no sex.  I generally want the orgasm."

"I thought that it would just happen when I had sex."

"If the gentleman is patient and skilled."

"Tom wasn't very patient," Jenni mused aloud.  "And neither of us
had much experience."

"Lots of things work against young people.  Fear, for one. 
That's why perverts look for places like yours.  Some fear, like
a stranger seeing us out here in the buff, can be exciting.  But
real fear can suppress enjoyment.  Oh, dear, it looks like we're
going to be exposed."

Jenni giggled.  Three cars shone their bright headlights on the
end of the driveway.  She and Sugar were illuminated as they
finished their walk back to The Olde Mill.  The pair hurried
across as the men honked and jeered.

Once inside the building, other men guided them around the ground
floor with swats, pinches, and gropes that continued as they
climbed the stairs to the second level.  "It's about time,"
Sugar's hubby admonished.  "You are really going to get it."

"As you wish, master," Sugar cooed, kneeling to kiss his shoe. 
Jenni wasn't sure what she should do.  After a moment, Jenni
knelt and said, "I deserve half of the punishment, master, since
I delayed her.  Please be gentle.  I... This is my first time."

"I am never gentle," Ben told the women at his feet.  "But I am
fair and competent.  Your punishment begins now.  You will be the
last to be allowed to play.  Until then, stand straight and say
nothing.  I might find something to make your wait more
interesting."

The 'something' was a bag of clips, clamps, and clothes pins that
everyone was invited to apply.  At first, Jennifer was terrified. 
She cried when the tweezer clamps were applied to her nipples. 
It hurt.  Really hurt!  But those clamps were gentle compared to
what she saw going onto her companion.  Sugar gritted her teeth
and endured the pain.  Jenni mentally fought her mind until she,
too, endured, even when clothespins were applied to her labia and
pubic hair and a big 'chip bag clamp' was closed over her nose. 
That didn't hurt.  She surprised herself, giggling as she
imagined how ridiculous she looked to the others.


Cravats and Other Toys
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"So what's my reward for winning?" Chris chirped gleefully as she
let Jack hold her close to the roaring fire.

"You get to be the first one tied up," Jack informed her, slowly
turning her body as if she were a pig on a spit, rotating over a
fire.

"What if I don't want to... to..."

"Too bad," Jack grinned.  "That's the prize.  You won it."

"What is your safe word, Chris?" Geoffrey asked her.

"Red, orange..."

"No.  Say, 'My safe word is "red", master.'  Jack will
acknowledge it so that you both know that you can stop any time. 
Try not to do so too soon," he told her.  "You'll miss out on the
fun."

"What's fun about being tied up?" Chris demanded.

"Maybe you and I aren't compatible," Jack sighed.

"Your lady has neither said red nor that she won't allow us to
bind her.  Perhaps she will find some pleasure in our games," Sir
Geoffrey said.  "But you won't know until you try.  Ready?"

Chris wondered if the man could somehow read her mind or at least
sense her arousal.  She also wondered exactly what was making her
juices flow.  Exhibitionism?  Was it being naked?  Or fear.  Was
that it?  Or was she really submissive, a potential sex slave? 
Or was it just the novelty of the evening, a craving for
something new?  Or was it Jack?  Was she falling in love with a
kinky man who she had never even kissed?

When Chris didn't answer, Jack took her arms in his hands and
very deliberately and slowly asked, "What is your safe word,
Chris?"

"My safe word is red, Master," she replied, feeling a jolt as she
said the words.  She was amazed.  Power flowed out of her body
and left her relaxed, relieved of responsibility, a mere toy for
the pleasure of a man who she liked to be around, a man who was
smiling at her, showing that he was pleased with his facial
expression.  Chris wondered if he was aroused.  She certainly
was!

"Do not say a word," Jack told her.  "One word and your ass is
mine.  If you say a word, you give it to me.  You can make any
sound other than a word.  Nod if you understand."  She nodded.

"OK, up on the table."  Jack didn't give her a chance to move on
her own.  He lifted her onto a table.  Then he knelt on the hard
wooden floor and gently removed her left shoe.  It felt heavenly
when air bathed her sweaty foot.

Chris didn't know what to expect but she definitely enjoyed the
firm foot massage.  She watched, with some interest, as he put a
cravat on her foot and tied it.

"Would you show me how you did that?" a man asked.

"Choose a victim and try it yourself," Jack suggested.  When the
man had his significant other seated beside Chris, Jack began his
lesson.  "OK, pick out a long one."

"Where do you get these?" the guy asked.

"You can buy triangular bandages from a medical supply or drug
store but it's best to make your own.  Get a bolt of muslin; it's
cheap, soft, and strong.  Fold one corner across like this," Jack
explained, demonstrating with a napkin.  "Then cut on the fold to
make a small cravat.  To make bigger and stronger ones, just fold
that corner all the way across.  If the fabric is 36 inches wide,
you get one six feet long; if the fabric is 44 inches, you get
one seven feet long."

"Why so long?"

"To wrap and so you have tails to work with."

"So show me that thing you did on her foot."

"Easy.  The Army and Boy Scouts used to teach it.  Put the middle
of a cravat at the back of her foot above the heel and pull the
tails forward and cross them over the top of her foot.  Now both
tails go under her sole and back up the other side.  The most
important part is tucking the tails under the sides, then pulling
down firmly."  Jack held the tails tight.  "Try to flex your
foot, Chris.  See?  You can go under again and tie it off at the
top if you put it on over a shoe or boot to provides support for
a sprained ankle.  If you tie a loop in the tails, it's strong
enough for suspension."

"Suspension?" Geoffrey questioned.

"Better than most suspension cuffs," Jack assured him.  "EMTs
used this hitch for traction splints.  It's still better than any
of the modern, expensive, ready-made foot harnesses because it
won't slip.  You," Jack called, pointing to the largest woman in
the room.  "Come here and I'll show you."

"Hey, I'm supposed to be first," Chris complained, kicking at
Jack playfully with her free foot that was already harnessed in a
cravat.

"Now I own your ass," Jack grinned.

"That's not fair," Chris objected.  "I was supposed to be first
and you're calling another woman."

"True," Jack agreed.  "But I still own your ass."

Jack had left the overhead rail in place to make the restoration
of the mill more authentic.  Now he saw that it was perfect for
some kinky games.  A steel rail ran the length of the side of the
mill farthest from the water wheel and machinery.  The rail ended
about eight feet outside the upper doorways at each end, fastened
to heavy, hardwood timbers.  A hand trolley gripped the overhead
rail.  The trolley had a block and tackle attached to a five-foot
yoke with rings and hooks at each end.

When the mill was operating, the miller's helper would load flour
or meal sacks onto a narrow 'ladder pallet' placed under the
rail.  Then he hooked cables from the yoke to the four corners of
the pallet, hoisted the grain a few inches off the floor, and
pushed it out the door to the end of outside timber.  Then he
could lower the pallet onto a buckboard or freight wagon waiting
below.

"What are you doing?" Chris demanded as Jack let rope out so the
old yoke lowered.  "Don't!  Jack!"  He hooked the loops of the
cravats over the hooks on the yoke and was pulling her upside
down.  "Jack!"

"I own your ass but I'll give you a choice.  Do I kiss your ass
or spank it?  Your choice."

"Well, kiss my ass," she laughed, adding a southern drawl.  In
seconds, she was screaming, "No, Jack!  That's nasty.  Oh, no,
don't do that.  Jack!"

Although rimming wasn't one of Jack's favorite activities, he
couldn't resist that delectable, inverted butt hole.  When he got
such a wild reaction out of Chris, he had to continue.  He held
her butt cheeks apart with his thumbs and licked her tight little
back hole, loving how she quivered and shook and screamed.

"OK, spank me.  Just don't... Don't do, oh, shit..."

"Don't you dare," Jack laughed, giving her a playful slap. 
"Well, if I can't kiss your ass, what else might need kissing? 
Let's see."  He spun Chris around so he could slurp his tongue
between her labia, flicking at her clitoris on each swipe.

Helpless, Chris continued to squeal until she realized what was
right in front of her face.  She awkwardly pushed the zipper tab
up over her head since that direction was now down, and fished
out the man's erect, throbbing cock.  As she took him into her
mouth, she wondered why she wanted to do that.  She hated it when
her ex' demanded a blow job.  She had always thought that putting
her mouth on a penis was disgusting.  It was also perfectly right
in her current predicament.  She even felt angry when he pulled
away.

"Time for a little trip," Jack told her, pushing at her hip so
that the trolley rolled toward the wall.  He hoisted her up a
little higher as he opened the door.  He had been careful to
leave the rail unobstructed in case he ever needed to haul up
anything really heavy.  One push sent the trolley sliding out
under the timber and left Chris hanging outdoors.

"Jack!" she screamed.  "Don't!  Bring me in!  Now, damn it!"

"Will you be my sex slave?"

"Yes!  Just bring me in."

"Will you get naked any time I say?"

"Yes, damn it.  Let me back in there."

"I think I'll just leave you out there until you beg to do
obscene things with me for the rest of your life."

"No, Jack.  Please bring me in."  She was calmer now, realizing
that there was no chance of falling.  It was actually interesting
to look around while suspended upside down.

"Do you want to use your safe word?" Jack asked.

Chris thought about it.  If she said 'red,' he would have to stop
playing and bring her in.  She was tempted to say the word, just
to test him, to be sure that he would actually stop.  But she
knew that he would.  That's why he asked.

"No, Master.  I will do whatever you want, but I think that we
should let our guests play with this now."

The importance of Chris' reply wasn't lost on Jack.  He carefully
pulled her back into the mill and put her over his shoulder to
unhook her feet.  She felt a rush as gravity moved the excess of
blood in her head back where it belonged.

Jack's cravats and the trolley rig were the preferred toys for
the room full of perverts even after the submissive women were
sent down to fetch toys from the cars in the parking lot.  Cuffs,
paddles, dildos, whips, plugs, canes, floggers, and crops now
supplemented Jack's simpler toys.  Cookie ended up suspended
outdoors with orders to masturbate with a dildo until three cars
had passed.  She prayed that the drivers couldn't see her as she
brought herself to two orgasms.

The hardwood timber framing in The Olde Mill provided lots of
possibilities for bondage.  The stairs and rails, pegs and rings,
and smooth hardwood posts provided more attachment points.

Ben playfully removed the pins and clamps from Jenni and Sugar
with swats from a riding crop.

Jenni said, "Thank you."  She giggled when she realized that she
was serious, that she actually enjoyed the stinging sensations of
the crop and the burning and tingling where the clips had been.

"Now, dear, your punishment continues," Ben smiled.  "But I play
only with experienced people.  You need to get some experience. 
Before everyone leaves, you must do the following.  First, beg
the permission of each submissive to kiss her master.  If she
agrees, you must beg to practice kissing her first so that her
master will not be disappointed.  If she does not agree, you must
beg to kiss that submissive.  Once you have begged everyone in
the room, return and beg Sugar.  Now go."


Servers Serviced and Serving
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Looks like Jenni's busy," Jack snickered.  "Ssshh.  It's
harmless.  You know she got ordered to do it.  She's curious and
exploring, not turning into a lesbian.  If she likes it, so what? 
Maybe you should try it, too."

"No!"

"You promised to be my sex slave," Jack reminded Chris.  He
grinned an evil grin that was designed to make Chris squirm.  It
worked.  "You get to pick.  Find the sexiest woman in the room,
other than yourself, of course, and give her a sensuous French
kiss that's so devastating that her knees get weak.  Then choose
the sexiest man and plant one on him."

"You asked for it," Chris told him.  She figured that he expected
her to choose him for the man kiss and she had already decided to
choose someone else, the best looking guy in the place, the guy
who spanked Jenni.  Physically, her daughter ranked 'sexiest' of
the women thanks to her age and body.  But several of the older
women had unmistakable auras of sensuality; definitely Kitty and
Carla, the older woman called Sugar, the buxom blonde with the
nipple rings, and the raven-haired woman in the leather body
harness and cuffs who hadn't said a word all evening.

As she looked around, Chris stopped and blushed, suddenly
realizing how aroused she felt just thinking about kissing a
woman with her tongue.  Woman?  Hell, women!  Most of them.  And
the men.  Gad, just getting close to Geoffrey made her hot...
almost as hot as she felt when she was close to Jack.  But most
of the other guys also launched sparks in her direction.

Deciding against self-analysis, Chris tried to pick which woman
she most wanted to kiss.  Then she started working backward, a
process of elimination that didn't work because she didn't see a
single woman in the room who wasn't desirable in some way.  Chris
finally chose Kitty.  She knew that Kitty wanted to kiss her. 
Geoffrey's games and Kitty's reactions to licking food from her
body made it obvious that Kitty liked... Gad, she's bi-sexual,
Chris acknowledged, shivering.  But Chris felt indebted to the
wonderful and sexy woman who helped save The Olde Mill.  She
bravely strode up to her, took the woman's face in her hands, put
her lips over Kitty's, and thrust out her tongue.

Chris wasn't prepared for the heat generated by the kiss.  As
Kitty's arms wrapped around her, Chris realized that she hadn't
shared her tongue with anyone in years.  The first, last, and
only time she swapped tongue with another woman was when she was
13; she and Dawn, her best friend, had to try it out on each
other before they tried it with a guy.

The hot, sweaty, squirmy kiss turned Chris' legs to rubber.  At
first, Chris had the advantage of surprise.  Surprise was no
match for experience and skill.  Chris clung to Kitty, then
panicked when the older woman caressed her body.  For a moment,
she wanted to run and hide, ashamed of how aroused she felt.  But
Kitty held her tight, sensuously touching her bare skin.  It
wasn't overtly sexual but incredibly sensual.  When they finally
broke the kiss, Kitty had to help Chris to a chair.  "Thanks,"
the woman grinned, starting to massage Chris' shoulders.

"You're welcome," Chris sighed.

"I meant for everything."

"So did I."

"Then do you think it will be all right if we come back?"

"Please.  Often," Chris grinned, watching the action.  Most of
the guests were just standing around, sipping their drinks.  Only
one or two couples or a small group played at a time.  Everyone
got an opportunity to show off if they wanted to and most did. 
Chris watched her teenage daughter attempting to kiss everyone in
the place.  With any other group, she would have worried about
her little girl kissing naked people.  But she recognized that
the girl was safer among the perverts in The Olde Mill than just
about anywhere else, even when things got weird.

The teenager saw anal intercourse followed by insertion of a
large rubber butt plug, lots of oral sex between men and women
and women and women, and spankings and floggings and whipping,
with and without bondage.  Jenni found the bondage displays most
arousing, especially when combined with other kinky play.  Her
favorite scene was the last one.

"Come with me," Jack told Chris, pulling her up.  "You neglected
your assigned duties.  As the boss, I'm going to have to
discipline you."

"Oh, goodie," Chris giggled, suspecting that she might enjoy
whatever he had in mind.  He lifted her onto another table and
secured her wrists to the legs with cravats.  Then he used
cravats on her feet and used some rope borrowed from Geoffrey to
hold them up.  He added cravats around her thighs to keep them
spread and to prevent her from scooting up the table.  He wanted
her butt at the edge, accessible.

"It looks like everyone's getting played out," Jack chuckled.  "I
better get dessert ready."

"Jack, no!  Don't leave me like this.  Jack!"

He grinned and gave her a peck on her lips before rushing back to
his kitchen.  While he was gone, quite a few of the guests came
by her table to thank her for her hospitality.  Some of them idly
let their fingertips touch her on the belly or ribs.  When she
didn't object, the hands grew bolder.

"I can't wait to come back," the redhead told Chris as she rolled
a squishy little boob around the bound woman's chest.  "Are you
open every night?"

"By reservation only," Chris smiled, sighing as the woman started
milking her nipple with her thumb and two fingers.

"Cookie will be calling as soon as I check my schedule," Elroy
told her, hugging one leg and caressing the inside of one thigh
while cookie imitated his action on her other leg.  "We may not
be quite as wild next time but it'll be nice to know that we can
if we want to."

"Would anyone like dessert?" Jack called out loudly.  "Your
favorite server is also the dessert platter."

"No," Chris squealed as he spooned warm cherries in syrup over
her breasts, then added dollops of freshly whipped sweet cream
and sprinkled powdered sugar on top.

"How about eating off the platter?" the redhead giggled, watching
Chris' expression for disapproval and listening for a safe word
as she extended her tongue into the warm cherries, twirling it in
the goo.

Jack held a huge, juicy strawberry at Chris' lips.  She looked up
at him and his grin.  Resigned to her role as server, she held
the berry in her lips until a man took it, giving her a juicy
kiss as he sucked the berry out of her mouth.

"Just don't put more on the platter than you can eat," Jack
cautioned the group.  "I expect a clean plate when you're done."

:Yes, Master," Kitty laughed as she painted a goatee of whipped
cream onto Chris' face and then started to lick it off, often
missing the whipped cream and getting her tongue stuck between
Chris's lips.  One of the men dripped dark chocolate fudge onto
Chris' calf and ordered his girl friend to lick it off, "But
don't swallow.  Keep it on the tip of your tongue and feed it to
me."  The little licks were driving Chris crazy.  The contrast of
the cold and hot items did wild things to her libido.

Once dessert was served, Jack settled into a chair and scooted up
to Chris.  He planned to torture her with pleasure, keeping her
on the edge of an orgasm for as long as possible.  Instead, she
exploded as soon as he started licking her, surprising both her
and him.  He decided that she would have to endure a different
sort of erotic torture and went to work, trying to see how many
times he could make her come before the guests tired of the game.


The Evening Climax
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"There are two servers," Ben said loudly, looking knowingly at
Jenni.  "Some of us haven't been served dessert.  You are in big
trouble, young lady.  You better get up here right now."

Blushing, knowing what was going to happen, Jenni sat on the edge
of the table next to the one where her mother was tied, and with
Sugar's help, laid back.  Sugar spread a length of Saran wrap
between Jenni's legs and smoothed it down between her pussy lips. 
After giving Ben a kiss, she held a chair for him as he took his
place between the teenager's thighs, waiting to be served
dessert.

Within seconds, a half dozen kinky people were licking sweet
things off of Jenni's naked body.  Ben was feasting on pussy,
even though it was covered in plastic.  The inexperienced
teenager fought the sensations he created, afraid because of the
intensity of the jolts that flashed through her body every time
he flicked his tongue over her clitoris.  She groaned and cried
and squealed and thrashed but couldn't escape.  Ben had an arm
wrapped around each thigh and his fingers held her pussy open for
his tongue.

The others did their best to heighten Jenni's arousal... and her
torment, tickling her belly with slurping tongues while others
sucked dark chocolate from her nipples.

Jenni's scream was muffled by the man sharing a peeled grape with
her.  She bucked her hips wildly, bouncing the table and her
bottom as Ben feasted on her orgasmic cherry.  Sugar whispered in
her ear, "Now you know what an orgasm feels like."

"Thank you," Jenni sobbed as she was embraced in a group hug. 
"It was unbelievable."

"Believe it," another woman told her.  "And they get even better
with practice."

"Too bad you have to be punished now," Ben announced.

"As soon as everyone gets cleaned up," the nude woman with the
nipple rings told them, offering a tray of warm, moist hand
towels.  It took two more trays of the towels to clean both of
the servers and the guests.  Almost no one cleaned himself or
herself.  It was a lot more fun to wipe the goo from someone
else's body, then to step back while they returned the favor. 
Jack had to send for a fourth tray of towels when some of the men
were cleaned so well that they added more goo to food goo.  A few
of the women needed an extra wipe between their thighs, too.

"Are you ready to accept your punishment?" Ben sternly asked
Jenni.

"Yes, Master," she replied, even when Sugar gave her a worried
look.

"Come with me, then," he ordered, leading both Sugar and Jenni to
a pyramid formed from four polished hardwood legs that might have
become a banister in another life.  On two sides, large rubber
dildos rose straight up.  "Take your place," Ben ordered Sugar. 
She straddled one of the wooden pyramid's legs above a dildo. 
Ben raised the dildo, sliding it into his wife's pussy easily and
lifting her off her feet before securing it with a thumbscrew on
the inside.

"Use your safe words if you need to," Sugar told Jenni as she
stood on her tiptoes to relieve the uncomfortable pressure.

"My safe word is red," Jenni announced without prompting as Ben
rolled a lubricated condom onto the dildo on her side and ordered
her to straddle the wooden leg.

"You're sure you're not a virgin?" Ben asked.  "If you are, you
won't be in a few seconds."

"I'm not," she told him.  "A guy popped my cherry last year."

"Good," he snapped, sliding the dildo up.  He positioned it at
Jenni's vagina, then lifted hard, watching Jenni hiss as it
stretched her tissues uncomfortably.  It wasn't quite painful. 
"Up," Ben ordered.  Still not satisfied, he poked a finger at
Jenni's asshole.  She reacted by pushing up on her tiptoes.  Ben
slid the dildo up farther and tightened the thumbscrew, leaving
Jenni wobbling on the shaft that now supported most of her
weight.

"I've had to safe word on this thing," Sugar told Jenni as Ben
attached clamps to her nipples.  "I can take the beating but leg
cramps get to me sometimes.  If you get a cramp, say red, OK?"

"I want to try this," Jenni told the woman.  "I want to try
everything.  Does your corset feel sexy?"

"It does to me," Sugar grinned.  "And to Ben," she grimaced as
her husband tightened the clamp on her other nipple.

"Aaaggh," Jenni gasped when Ben tightened a tit clamp onto her
left nipple, then hooked it to Sugar's.  She was shaking when he
clamped her other nipple, astonished at the amount of pain that
she felt.  With their nipples connected, the women had to bend
slightly forward, making it harder to stay on their tiptoes.

"Have you ever had anything in your bottom," Sugar asked as she
closed her eyes and absorbed the new sensation.

"No."

"You can use your safe word."

"No, I want to try...  Oh, NO!" she squealed when Ben's
lubricated finger penetrated her virgin rear end.  "Oh, geez,
that feels weird."

"That's just a finger," Sugar laughed.

"Oh, shit," Jenni gasped, knowing exactly how Bett felt earlier
in the evening.  The rubber plug was a little smaller and a lot
softer than the chrome toy that was still embedded in Bett's
bottom, but it was an incredible new sensation for Jenni.  Like
the dildo, it stretched her uncomfortably but didn't really hurt
except for the instant that the widest part pushed past her
sphincter.  The tug on her nipples when the thing went in and she
pulled back was far more painful.

Ben calmly applied leather cuffs to Jenni's right wrist and
Sugar's left.  He hooked Jenni's cuff to a ring on the side of
Sugar's corset.  Then he wrapped a wide leather belt around
Jenni's waist and pulled it tight before hooking Sugar's cuff to
a ring on the side of the belt.  He repeated the process on the
other side.

"This really hurts," Sugar sobbed as she waited for the first
blow from Ben's strap.  "A lot."  Her fear was obvious.

"Then why do you do it?"

"It's so intense.  I..."  She screamed, bucking, tugging on their
nipples painfully, not caring about the pounding her pussy took
from her violent movements.

Jenni saw Ben move around to stand behind her.  She thought about
using her safe word.  She wanted to... to feel whatever it was
that Sugar felt, whatever made Sugar choose to endure such...

Jenni's butt exploded in searing, stinging pain, pain worse than
she had ever before experienced, worse than the broken collar
bone or the burn when she splattered grease.  And it kept hurting
as if a million tiny firecrackers were exploding on the surface
of her skin.  She had screamed.  Jenni knew she screamed.

But it was over.  Even though it hurt, she made it.  She didn't
use her safe word.  She didn't wimp out.  She was there, taking a
beating with someone far more experienced who also feared that
damned strap.

Jenni felt everything at once, the pain of her nipples being
tugged, the pressure of the butt plug, the stretching of her
vaginal tunnel, the ache in her calves, and the intense burning
tingle where the strap landed.  She also heard her mother's gasp
and Jack saying that she had her safe word.  A glance in their
direction showed that her mother had buried her face in Jack's
chest.  Jenni smiled at Jack.  He smiled back.

"I think that at least a dozen are needed to pay for tonight's
failures," Ben said evenly.  "Maybe more.  We'll see."

A dozen?  Twelve?  Or more?  Once again, Jenni thought about
using her safe word.  She wanted to use it but she wanted to know
if she could take more.  She wanted to know if the second stroke
would hurt more than the first.  Would he hit her in the same
place?  Would she eventually feel numb?

She screamed again when the strap seared her bottom the second
time, overlapping the first stroke.  She could feel the
difference between the two zones, one doubly painful, the other
radiating new heat.  She wondered if Sugar knew how to rub her
pussy against the rubber nubbins that padded the wooden legs of
the punishment pyramid.  Was Sugar as aroused as she felt?  She
tried to ask but Sugar didn't hear the question as the strap
landed again.

Suddenly, Jenni felt mad, angry at herself for putting herself in
that position, pissed at Ben for being so unfair and violent and
perverted, enraged that she probably wouldn't be able to sit
comfortably for a week.  She hated the dildo and the butt plug
and Sugar and... damn, it hurt when the strap drew fire from the
top of her thighs, completely new territory that made her lift
both feet completely off the floor.  Then she danced on her tip
toes, willing the pain to decrease, to ease even a tiny bit.

She looked at Sugar.  Sugar looked back, grinning even though
tears were rolling down her cheeks.  Impulsively, Jenni kissed
her; just lips, no tongue.  Was she as glassy eyed and spaced out
as Sugar looked?

How many had it been?  Five?  Six?  Eight?  Could she take
twelve?  Could she take...

Any more?  Was she shivering that violently or was the rubber pad
at the top of the dildo vibrating?  Was it over?  No, that stroke
hurt even more that the others.  Geez, I can't stop bouncing on
my toes.  I must look like a real slut, fucking myself on a
rubber dildo and kissing another woman.

Without ever hearing the term, Jenni was in subspace.  She felt
every intense sensation, absorbed it both physically and
mentally, hating and loving the feelings.  How could she feel
proud of enduring this?  Her friends would think that she was
stupid for...

With no warning, a searing slap of Ben's strap brought all of the
sensations together in a whirlpool that led to a violent,
screaming climax like nothing Jenni could imagine.  The ache and
tug on her nipples, the vibration against her clit, the stretched
pussy and asshole, the firecracker burning, the sweat, tears,
pain, and tension all exploded.  She saw stars, far more than she
saw from the beating.


The End
~~~~~~~

"Are you all right?" Chris cried out.  "Jenni?  Talk to me!"

The clouds in Jenni's mind parted.  She opened her eyes and said,
"Will you please take that thing out of my butt?"

"It's gone," Ben chuckled.  "It just feels like it's there
because of the lube."

Jenni had to feel, shivering when her hand brushed her abused
bottom.  She found nothing back there except for the sensations.

"Honey, are you OK?"

"Yes, mother dear," Jenni giggled, stretching, feeling her skin
pop and crackle.  "I'm fine."

"You'll be sore for days," Ben told her, kneeling next to where
she was laid with her head on Jack's lap.  "I thought I saw a bit
of masochism in you.  Just pick your play partners carefully.  No
teenage boys.  They'll just get you knocked up, got it?"

"It was wild.  Unbelievable.  Thank you, sir, ah, Master, ah..."

"Ben," he laughed.  "Just Ben.  Now I need give my Sugar some
sugar."

Jenni smiled as he watched the burly man cuddle his wife.  Sugar
sat, holding court, trying to explain it to the other submissive
women kneeling around her what she felt and why she did what she
did.  "I couldn't explain it either," Jenni giggled, pushing
herself up.  "I need to move around or I'll get stiff."

"Right 'O," Sir Geoffrey, agreed.  "That was quite a show, young
woman.  We're all impressed, with you, your mother, your, how
shall I say this?  Your soon to be step father?  Am I not
correct?"  He laughed at Chris' expression.  "Move and stretch,
Jennifer.  An ice bag will help tonight, and a heating pad or hot
water bottle will help you heal.  You're not too bad, not like a
paddle or flogger."

Sir Geoffrey got up and clapped his hands.  "Ladies, let's help
our hosts clean up, shall we?  Those who were least pleasing get
pots and pans.  The..."

"Not my pans," Jack roared.  "The last time I let a woman in my
kitchen, she used detergent on my saute pans and they haven't
been the same since."

"I believe a young woman brought an indecent toy into your
kitchen.  You may supervise Betty as she assists you.  Oh, and I
believe that her master wants you to administer a bit of
punishment, too.  James, can you and Lori be sure that the tables
are wiped?  Beth, you..."  With the guests helping, the entire
restaurant was spotless in half an hour.

"Now it is time to settle our bill," Sir Geoffrey told Chris. 
"Have a seat, please.  Now, rather than total all the individual
items, would a flat fifty dollars a person suffice?"

"That's too much," Chris objected.  "The most expensive entree is
only twenty-six dollars and ..."

"Ah, but we had lots of dessert," he chuckled, loving how Chris
still blushed as they both recalled the scene.  "With beverages,
I think..."

"You didn't even have wine or cocktails," Chris butted in.  Sir
Geoffrey glared at her, folding his arms over his chest.  Chris
blushed again.  "Whatever you think is fair will be fine, sir."

He snickered.  "Not quite the groveling that I love, but it will
do.  Now, at fifty dollars a person and twenty five people, I owe
you one thousand fifty dollars."  He reached into his coat pocket
and pulled out a tall leather billfold.  He counted out twelve
one-hundred dollar bills and laid a fifty dollar bill on top.

"It is also customary to leave a gratuity for excellent service. 
Twenty percent is the usual amount, I think."  He pulled out four
more fifty-dollar bills and put them in two piles, placing two
twenty-dollar bills on top of each pile.  "Will you see that our
second server receives her tip?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now, my dear.  Tell me, did you enjoy our perverted little
party?"  Chris blushed again, ashamed of just how much she
enjoyed it.  Geoffrey laughed at her again.  "I expected to have
to bribe and coerce.  It would have been more fun," he sighed
melodramatically.  He stared at Chris, smiling as he looked at
her bare chest and smiling even more broadly when she blushed
again, her hands instinctively moving to cover her breasts, then
stopping herself.

"You have no idea just how delightful you are," he laughed
again.

"Well, I am going to give you a chance to earn your bribes. 
Kitty told me that you mentioned going to college.  I believe
that in-state tuition at your community college is $130 a credit
your, is it not?  Will you masturbate for me to earn one course?" 
He laid a money order made out to the college in the amount of
$390 on the table.  "Touch yourself.  Touch your clitoris.  Wet
your fingers in your pussy and arouse yourself for my pleasure. 
Go on, whore.  Finger fuck yourself.  Prostitute yourself for a
college course.  I think that fifteen minutes or two orgasms will
earn this check.  Go on, slut.  Do it.  Sell your body for my
pleasure."

Chris was about to do exactly what he said until he called her a
whore.  The hair on the back of her neck bristled and she was
ready to scream at him, until she looked at his evil grin.  He
was goading her, taking her power.  Well, she decided that she
might as well take his money.

Geoffrey timed it perfectly.  If she didn't want to lose the
check, Chris had to masturbate as some of the other couples
stopped to say good night and to thank her for her services. 
Chris couldn't help herself.  She got aroused, especially when
most her guests kissed her nipples as well as her cheek.  She was
about to come when Geoffrey announced, "Time.  Stop now, and I
will give you the check.  If you continue, it is for your own
pleasure and you won't have earned my money, little whore."

Chris pulled her fingers out of her pussy.  She laughed.  "You
just want me horny so I'll go along with your next perverted
game."

"Precisely, my dear," Geoffrey laughed as Jack, Jennifer, and the
remaining guests came downstairs.  "Here is your reward for your
obedience.  Now, would you like to earn another?"

"How many of those checks do you have?"

"They are money orders.  I brought five, good for one year so you
can use them for your daughter through the summer, fall, and next
spring's sessions.  Let's see.  Ah, I know.  I like pussies that
are bare."  He reached into his pocket and produced a
rechargeable electric razor with a sideburn trimmer.  "Shall we
let your boss or my Kitty do the honors?"

When Chris blushed again, Geoffrey laughed.  "It's that blush
that I love and am willing to pay so much for.  Now, which of
these folks would you choose to shave your pussy bare as a
baby's?"

She chose Jack.

Jenni earned a check by allowing Kitty to shave off her pubic
hair.  "Consider it a scholarship," Geoffrey chuckled.  "Now I
would like to see those freshly denuded lips receive some
sensuous tongue action.  Get into a sixty-nine position and lick
each other naked lips."

"Red," Chris immediately said.  "I'm sorry, but I have to draw
the line somewhere.  I've already done a lot of things that I
probably shouldn't have, especially in front of my daughter, but
this is it.  I don't want your money that badly."

Geoffrey was laughing again.  "No lesbian incest?  Oh, dear, now
how will I get my perverted jollies if my mother and daughter
whore sluts won't lick each other's pussies?"  He looked
knowingly at Jenni.  "You would have done it, wouldn't you?  I
believe that I heard you say something about trying everything,
did I not?"

The teenager blushed.  "Mom's right, though.  We have to stop
somewhere."

"And your somewhere line is already farther out than hers,"
Geoffrey grinned.  "Would you like to suck Jack's cock for me?"

"Sure," Jenni chirped, smiling at Jack.

"Jennifer!" Chris gasped.

"Mah-am," Jennifer shot back.  She giggled, revealing, "All the
kids suck cock.  Geez, I sucked Juan off twenty or thirty times
until I finally let him in me.  I had to stop.  I was getting a
reputation.  Besides, it got boring."

"My daughter, the cock sucker," Chris groaned.

"A damned good one, too," Jenni announced with a bit of teenage
rebellion against her mother and lots of pride that she was more
experienced and knowledgeable than mom.

"Practice IS the key," Geoffrey chuckled.

"It's disgusting," Chris spat.

"I seem to recall you performing fellatio from a rather novel
position earlier this evening.  You appeared to be enjoying
yourself.  Shouldn't your daughter be allowed the same pleasure?"

"It's just that Jack is more like a father to her," Chris said. 
"It would be like incest."

"Then you better suck his cock before Jenni gets there first,"
Sir Geoffrey snickered.  "Suck cock like a hooker and then fuck
your boss.  Be a whore, a dirty slut.  Earn your..."

"I am NOT a whore," Chris roared, grabbing for the checks on the
table, intent on tearing them up and throwing the pieces in his
face.

Geoffrey got to the checks first.  "You already did your tricks
for these.  No use wasting them."

"Damn it, you are an evil man," Chris told him, unable to stay
angry when she saw how he smiled.

"And you are a pervert," the man laughed.  "How about fucking
Jack because you like him?  You do like me, too, don't you?"

"Yes, damn it."

"I would love to see you get fucked and then lick your man's cock
clean.  I think Jenni might like to help.  Won't you do that
favor for an old pervert like me?"

"I'd feel like a whore," Chris frowned.

"I know."

"Damn you."  Why did she want to please the man who...  "OK,
Jack, fuck me.  Fuck me like a whore."

"I would rather make love to you."

"Tease her is more like it," Jenni giggled.  "You haven't got
your rocks off all night and mom's popped a bunch of times.  I
think she feels guilty."

"I do NOT," Chris insisted.  "I feel horny and kinky and if you
don't fuck me, I'll ask him to do it."

"Be my guest," Jack grinned.

"Fuck you," Chris spat.

"Be my guest," Jack grinned.

"Perhaps she needs an order from her boss," Geoffrey suggested.

"That would make it too easy for her," Jack said.

"And you're making it too hard.  She needs for you to command
her, to tell her what to do, what you want, what you need.  So
does Jenni.  You're in for quite a time, I fear."

Jack looked at Chris.  "Fuck me.  Take off my pants, climb on,
and fuck me.  Now."

Chris looked at Geoffrey, Kitty, Carla, and Jenni.  She blushed
and grimaced.  But then she knelt between Jack's knees,
unfastened his pants, and pulled them off.  Smiling like a new
bride, she straddled Jack's thighs and lowered herself onto his
hard cock, sighing as it slid easily into her sopping hole.
While Chris fucked herself on Jack's cock, Geoffrey passed out
recommendations on handling submissive women.  Jack admitted that
his previous experience was just some fun between equals.

"Oh, Chris is your equal and probably more," Geoffrey reminded
him.  "It was her courage that kept us here and made the evening
such a success.  Jennifer, too.  But you, young lady, have both
courage and recklessness.  Give yourself to Jack completely.  Use
his and your mother's knowledge and experience.  Will you do that
for me and for them and for yourself?"

"Yes, sir," Jenni answered.

"Good.  Do you desire sex with Jack?"

"Yes," she replied, blushing.

"But it will have to be on his terms.  He loves you but not in
the same way he loves your mother."

"I know."

Something about the whole situation, the scene, drove Chris crazy
with lust.  Being ignored.  Being a thing, a pleasure toy, was
wildly exciting.  But she wasn't a whore.  She was fucking Jack
because she had wanted to ever since she met him but was afraid
of what he would think of her... and now he knew she was...

Violently bouncing on Jack's cock, Chris exploded in orgasm, her
head falling back as she relaxed.  She didn't even realize that
he had come, too, and that his cock was softening.

"You still have to suck him clean," Geoffrey told her, hugging
her from the side and planting a kiss on her cheek.  Carla and
Kitty added their own hugs and kisses, then they said good night
to Jenni and left.  All five checks were still on the table.


And Then-
~~~~~~~~~

Still nude, Jack carried Chris across the road to his house.  He
insisted that Jenni join them in his bed, the only bed in the
house.  "There won't be any heat until I build a fire tomorrow
morning.  If we sleep together, we'll all be warmer."

"I get to sleep next to you," Jenni told him.

"Not tonight.  Your mom goes in the middle."


And then-
~~~~~~~~~

The next day, Chris made reservations for several diners who
asked if 'unusual attire' was acceptable in some part of The Olde
Mill.  They were delighted when Chris assured them that any or no
attire was acceptable in the upper level.  That Friday, the
second level was filled and the bottom level was also crowded.

Jack quit his day job at the restaurant in town, and began
searching for assistant chefs, helpers, servers, and dishwashers. 
He discovered that submissive men and women lined up for the
privilege of serving in kinky attire.  Quite a few wanted to live
out scenes from the second book of Anne Rice's 'Beauty' trilogy. 
He found that a good flogging before they started work each day
helped to prevent spills and broken plates.  Neglected bottoms
made too many mistakes to earn the punishment that they craved.

When the weather warmed, customers appeared in the middle of the
day, arriving on rafts and tubes or in canoes or kayaks.  The
Olde Mill was near the halfway point along many of the river's
float trip routes.  Expedition outfitters even mentioned The Olde
Mill in their brochures, bragging that customers could enjoy a
day on the river with no preparation at all if they stopped at
the restaurant for lunch.

Jack cleared an area behind the mill.  A cedar grove screened the
spot from the road, but was open to the river.  Facing south, it
was sunny and quickly became a popular place for sunbathers who
preferred no tan lines and didn't mind being seen by those who
floated by on the river.

On the rare occasions when The Olde Mill wasn't busy, Jack worked
on the Olde Mill or the houses.  Chris and Jenni moved out to
join him, helping with the work when they weren't in classes or
serving.  The second house became a bunkhouse for workers and a
playhouse for guests who wanted to spend the night.  The top
level of the mill was once just a large funnel-shaped grain bin
with storage at the side.  It was converted into a play room.

To accommodate lunch crowds, Jack built picnic tables with a view
of the river and the sunbathers.  All servers wore thong bikinis
with no regard to the server's age, weight, sex, or the number of
stripes on their bottoms and thighs.  Chris often took drinks out
wearing only a minuscule bikini and cork wedge sandals until...

Her belly showed that she became pregnant the first time Jack
fucked her.  He didn't mind.  It was all part of his dream.  But
with his new wife unable to continue working, he had to make
sure that there was always a second server.
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