Amy\'s Education

AMY’S EDUCATION - PART FOUR

THE UNDERSTANDING

By Lewis Chappelle

Amy again did well in her classes at Westfield. And, she had moved out of her apartment on campus and into the mansion with Clay. They had separate rooms but she was always on call. She was his slave and he called the shots. She was one contented young women.

She checked in with Celia on her first day of work at “The Leather and Tack Supply Barn”. Celia showed her the basic stock in the main sales area of the barn -- saddles, saddle blankets, bridles, bits, spurs, hats, gloves, riding clothes for men, women and children; the works. Really nice stuff.

Then she took her back to the rear and unlocked the green door. No real surprises there. Amy had seen it all. Amy did inquire as to the number of people in the area who were likely to have the same lifestyle as they were.

“You would be surprised.” Celia said. “Some to a lesser degree than we are and some to a greater degree.” She added, “Wait ‘till I show you the stuff we stock behind the red door.”

Amy saw an inventory of erotic leather and latex garments and equipment that reminded her of the material in Clay’s dungeon. “And, you sell a lot of this too?” She asked.

“There is seldom a day goes by that we don’t make at least two sizable sales from one of these rooms, but it takes time.” Celia said.

“We have begun to take private appointments to avoid folks running into each other when they would prefer to remain, well, in the closet.. These purchases are usually a private matter. Most often the regulars come through the side office door that has a hallway entrance to both the red and green room. That way, they bypass the regular traffic in the barn itself.

“Frankly, I could use some help because our customers can be very meticulous. You can assume that I really mean “slow,” in making their purchases. The women are the worst. The other workers around here like to tend to the horses and stables, and chat up the customers that leaves me to tend to all the sales and ordering in the main barn.

After you learn the stock, you could take over for me in either or both of the private rooms. Working on commission back there could be quite lucrative for you. Check to see if we have an appointment sometime during the day today.”

As it happened, Ms. Dory Spitzer was on the books for a 1 PM appointment. Amy went about checking on the inventory and what was possible to order if what the customer needed was not in stock. She didn’t think that what she was wearing was in keeping with all the goods now under her care, so she found a short leather skirt and leather bra plus a pair of 3 inch heels. She brushed up her makeup and brought her hair into a pony tail. She now looked the part.

Ms. Spitzer came at the appointed time and knocked on the red door. Amy checked the peep hole and let her in. She introduced herself. Dory said she preferred to be called simply by her first name.

Amy asked if she had anything particular in mind for her purchase. Now that she saw how provocative the short leather skirt could be, she thought she might like one for herself. After fiddling around for over two hours, Dory had selected several items including the skirt. Her purchases were paid for, neatly packaged and she was gone without any one knowing she was there.

Commission for Amy was $70 and she had herself her first customer. Dory would be back for sure. Amy carefully documented the purchase and other articles in which Dory showed interest. She would make sure she had her size and color preference in stock next time Dory came in.

It was clear that several of the gentlemen were buying for their girlfriends, mistresses, wives, lovers, slaves, or whomever. Early on in her new position as erotic clothes sales consultant, one man actually asked her to model a particular leather garment. It was sexy but not too revealing. Amy went behind the dressing screen, slipped into the garment and modeled it for him. The poor guy just about shot his load right on the spot. He bought the piece and gave Amy a very nice tip.

The buzz about her modeling started to get around in the right places and Clay did nothing to discourage her initiative. Customers came and went over the next few weeks and Amy was attentive to their needs and for their desire for privacy. Her customer list was getting quite large and she was doing well on her commissions and tips.

On several occasions her customers asked if she could design a special piece of gear just for them She did not have much training in design but she had a crafty knack of meeting her customer needs. She found a fabric store that carried leather and a tailor who could work it. Her custom products were catching on too.

At one point she asked Clay if he would mind if she changed her major from Phys. Ed. to Fashion Design when she started classes again in the fall. He thought about it for several days and said he would agree with the plan and would change the details of his scholarship for her with the college.

Clay asked her the names of her clients. He knew many of them from over the years, but he did not tell her which ones he knew or how he knew them. He told her to tell him details of her work; which client bought what item and what other items had interested them. He was contemplating who he might ask to join him at a dinner party at the mansion in honor of Amy’s twenty first birthday that was soon approaching. This was to be his surprise.

He narrowed his list of potential invitees to 8 couples. He had them vetted by a private investigator and knew more about them than they did about themselves. Along with Amy and him, they all would fit around the large dining room table. Each woman was a submissive and had been with her Master for at least a year. While some of the women were more beautiful than others, all of them were quite fit and attractive.

He arranged for six waitress to be imported from out of town. Each was auditioned by a modeling consultant. They had to be experienced and look great in French maid serving attire. Each was fitted with a waist cincher, underwire deep cut bra showing plenty of cleavage, thong panties, short ruffle skirt, apron, headband and wristlets.

He arranged for a three piece, all girl, strolling string ensemble. They were to have the same facial and body characteristics as the waitress, but with musical talent.

He also wanted nine leggy, full breasted, hot looking erotic dancers, who could prove they were in good health. The dancers were chosen not only because they were good looking but also because they agreed to personally add an erotic and festive atmosphere to the dance portion of the party he had scheduled for the pool area after dinner.

All the imported ladies were all given private appointments with a beautician to ensure their make up and hair fashion was just right for the occasion.

The invitees were asked to wear sophisticated evening wear but were encouraged to be ready to have a good time afterward at the pool. Since the pool party was to be uninhibited, he got assurances that his guests would not require bathing suits.

It was his plan that pre-dinner drinks and hors d’oeuvres would be served at 7 PM. Dinner would be formal with the band playing softly in the background.

Clay decided that the occasion of her birthday would be her formal “outing” event. At the end of the meal, Clay would toast Amy and congratulate her on her birthday. He would make reference to the fact that he had fallen in love with Amy and that he was proud to have her as his Slave. She would be asked to say a few words.

After the dessert the guests would dance to the wild disco music being brought in by a female disk jockey. The pool area was set up with strobe lights, smoke machines, and colorful pictures flashing on the wall of the large white cabana. At about midnight, Clay wanted all invited guests to dry off and adjourn to the movie projection room. There were to be nine leather chairs for the men. The women were to sit on the carpet next to their Master in whatever state of dress or undress the men desired.

The movie of the night was to be a playing of the tape he made of Amy’s deflowering and her first punishment session.

It was clear, even without saying so, that when the movie was over, all guests would continue back at the pool with all the out of town girls. This was to be the sex orgy of the year for those who wanted to stay the night.

Clay wanted everyone to know what he had planned so he briefed them as part of his welcoming remarks. Amy was blown away by the arrangements Clay had made on her behalf and the invited guests were all stunning.

His “outing” remarks were brief. He walked to her end of the table and stood behind her. He kissed her on the neck and she could feel the shivers of sexual excitement in her groin.

“I never have collared Amy formally as my personal slave. But now I think it’s time.” He said without fanfare.

He removed a gold neck choker from his pocket and put it around her neck. It wasn’t the normal slave collar to be sure. But, the symbolism was clear to all.

The guests actually applauded when Amy rose to speak.

“Thank you all for coming tonight. I’m so grateful I met my Master a few years ago and that I am able to share the nature of my relationship with him openly with you tonight. Clay is a great teacher, and Master, and I trust him in every way. Thank you again for coming. I hope you have a wonderful evening. Don’t you love my new collar?” She said. The guests applauded once more.

Clay kept Amy close by his side during the entire evening and watched while the others went wild.

When the party was over, Amy hugged Clay and told him how very grateful she was for the party. She was dizzy with all the erotic activities said she would remember the frenetic excitement for the rest of her life.

She had never seen so much fucking, sucking, caressing, probing, drinking, and kissing. She had observed on several instances during the night one women being penetrated by three men at the same time; three women making love to one women; Masters spanking their slaves; and other slaves enjoying the sixty-nine position on each other -- a real education she thought; should be worth at least three credits in some course or another.

“Master, if it pleases you, may I speak freely?” she asked as they laid in bed next to each other. She was naked, and as he usually did when he wanted to give in to her, he pulled hard on her nipple

“Master, again if it pleases you, may I hug you and kiss you?” She said softly.

“You take a serious risk, Slave. If, I’m not in the mood, or you touch me at a bad time or place for me, I will punish you for your insolence. But, if you want to take the risk, like now for instance, why don’t you roll over on me and see if you can get a rise out of me so to speak.”

Over she turned. He felt her soft lips caress his and then her tongue dart around his mouth. He reached behind her and moved his hands around the curve of her ass is if it was the first time he was exploring that part of her body. Then he spread her ass cheeks and penetrated her asshole with his fingers. As he began to stimulate her, she kissed him harder and moved her mouth on his with a passion he had not felt from her before.

“Master, I will remember my twenty first birthday party for ever. You were very kind to show me such a grand time. I love you. I remember last year you gave me my slave bracelet. Now the collar. That was perfect too. Unless you deny me permission, sir, I’m going to suck you and fuck you and suck you and fuck you until you finally cum in me; mouth or cunt or both.”

She went down on him and squeezed his cock and balls between her legs; pressed him inside her and leaned backward so he could fondle her tits and nipples. The pressure of her arching backward put a wonderful strain on his cock and he nearly shot his wad. She withdrew and sucked. She caught the twitch in his cock and drew him back into her cunt. She moved more slowly this time.

Then she wrapped his smooth cock head in her mouth. She did not take the shaft down her throat but pressed him back in her cunt. This time she worked her hips and ground him into her deeply; he grabbed her ass and immobilized her while he ejaculated. She could feel the warmth of his cum inside her slippery hole and was satisfied. He pulled her up to him and pinched her nipples; then fell asleep.

The party go’ers were gone when they arose. They found many pairs of high heels and a few dresses laying about. They did not find any panties or bras. “Not worn or were they taken with them?” they wondered. They decided not to answer the phone all day but short messages were left on their answering service to the effect that the caller had a wonderful time and would reciprocate in the future.

One caller, a woman who did not identify herself, said she was calling as required by her Master. She said he told her to provide Clay with explicit details of how she had been used by men and women alike at the party. “Graphic, slut!” he thought. “I can’t wait for our next party. Maybe my Master will let you whip me and perhaps you will let me get it on with Amy.” she concluded. Amy just smiled.

It was an early Monday morning the party was still fresh in her mind and Amy slowly got herself to the Barn. Soon thereafter, Amy got a call asking for an appointment. The women sounded quite eager and there was no one else on the appointment book until mid afternoon.

“Would it be possible for you to come in this morning?” She queried.

“If you can take me right now, I’ll be right over. My name is Elaine but I spell it with a small “e”. Be there in twenty minutes,” she said.

“I’m Elaine, but call me “e”, she said. She was wearing about 4” heels and it wasn’t even noon. Her skirt was very short and she was not wearing hose on her very tanned and long legs. Her leather top was knotted under her tits, which were firm, sizable, and obviously enhanced. Her waist was narrow, her hips thin, and her ass tight. If Amy was right, she had been recently whipped.

“Talk among the other submissives in town is that we can talk to you because you are one of us.” said Elaine.

Amy nodded agreeably.

“I’m sure I don’t have to tell you there are girls who get off on erotic discomfort and pain. Well, I’m one of them. But, my current Dom isn’t sure of himself in that area yet. He hasn’t figured out my level of tolerance and what I like. He’s good at setting rules. He has some good ideas about how to keep me in control, and his bondage equipment is pretty good, but his selection of whips really suck, at least for me. So show me what you’ve got here sister.”

Amy showed her the inventory in the green room. Elaine said, her dom generally used a whip made of soft suede but it only had a light bite and she needed to increase his inventory.

“The little guy had me pretty well trussed up for a while and I was really in my sub space, ready for anything,” she blurted. “But then the whipping he gave me was a nothing. He had me bound with my arms over my head and my legs pulled backward on a leather bench. The bench was equipped with a big cock sticking out of it and he had me slip it into my cunt. He kept me that way for quite a while. Very stimulating, but I was waiting for the whip.

“He let me loose and made me bend over and suck my juices off the dildo. He wanted it down my throat and had my arms bound tightly at the elbow. He whipped my ass while I was bent over with the suede thing which, at the time, I thought was just a warm up.

“He then put my head and hands in a leather padded, wooden stock contraption. He pulled the corners of the gadget up toward the ceiling until I was standing on my toes. My calf’s were burning. A great position for a body whipping though. But, the only thing he had was that dammed suede whip. What a looser. So hear I am looking for a good set of whips for myself. Goofy huh?

“First, I want that nice pliable birch cane up there. It looks like it will certainly leave a welt.

“Then I want that pussy whip over there. That will tell him I’m serious. What else do you have?

“Most of my customers,” replied Amy, “are into light or mid range play. You however, are already beyond that stage and have a flogger for light play. Now you need a flogger with medium thud and a gritty sting and something more firm for heavier thuds and more of a long lasting sting. And, I would also suggest a nice heavy horse training whip with a snap, all sting, little thud.”

Elaine was gushing with sensual expectation.

“Would you let me bend over the counter there and see how each feels on my bare ass? In direct terms, I’m asking you to whip me right here, right now,” said Elaine. “I’d like you to start with the Elk flogger here. It looks like it the right length and it’s got lots of tails.”

She dropped her skirt and Amy could see she her ass was still somewhat pink from her previous whipping. But she took dead aim at the pretty tight bottom awaiting for the blow she was about to administer. Amy had never whipped anyone before. She had always been the whipped. But, Elaine was the customer and the customer is always right.

“OK, sister, now really lay five good ones on me.” Elaine flinched but didn’t make a sound. “OK, I know what that one does and like you said, it could be a good warm up for me; better than the one he has for sure. Now lets try the kinky 30 inch snappy horse whip. Plant your best ten; five on each side and don’t hurry.”

Amy gave it all she had. Redness and swelling appeared almost instantly.

“Good show kiddo. That was worth it. Now, let’s do 4 with the cane straight across both cheeks; try not to overlap. I want you to make welts so I can show the little guy that I can take it.”

Amy has never wielded a cane before and had not seen anyone else use one either. She had heard canes were nasty but were standard implements in England. Elaine was the customer.

“Yelps! Now, that is a bastard,” she cried. But, she did not move away so Amy dealt another. Caught her right at the curve of her ass and top of her well shaped leg.

“Damn, that is brutal.” Get on with it girl!”

Two more and Elaine was in real agony but had not shed a tear. The welts were quick to appear.

Amy got some herbal oils and asked Elaine to stay bent over so she could administer the soothing remedy. She was feeling frisky and let her fingers slip and slide into Elaine’s cunt and ass hole.

“You want me to cum for you Amy?” She asked.

“OK. I’m sure you are horny enough. How about you show me how you do it. Lay down and show me. Here is the handle of the horse whip.”

Elaine was on her back, legs spread and pumping away with the whip handle in three seconds flat. Amy was engrossed with the show going on before her. She kept her own hands at her sides knowing well that Clay would punish her if she even got near her swollen clit. Elaine was grinding hard and pressing her wounded ass flesh into the harsh Berber carpet. The harder she pressed, the more she thrashed and bucked her hips; orgasm after orgasm. And then she squirted, a lot, right on the carpet.

Then she got up, found a towel, wiped off, pulled her skirt up, adjusted her tits and said, “That was wonderful. Total all this stuff up and add $50 for yourself. I’ll be back.” Amy watched as she wriggled gingerly into her car and drove away.

After she did what she could to clean up the place, Amy was ready to take the rest of the day off and get Clay to fuck her; so that’s what she did.

She interrupted Clay at his work to tell him the events of the morning. Amy didn’t leave out any details and his cock rose to the occasion. The both were in bed naked and sexually spent within 30 minutes of her arriving home. They spent the rest of the day playing in the pool nude. Her nipples were ready for a break by dinner. She made an extensive entry in her journal that evening.

The next day she told Celia the story of the chick who bought the whips after she sampled them right in the barn. Celia was jealous. “Amy you work with customers only a few hours a day really, handle one customer at a time, make good commission, and tips and you get to play with the clientele too. You should be paying us to work here.”

“Tell you what, I’m going to have a buzzer installed between the specialty shop rooms and the main retail room. When something erotic is going on in there you must let me know.” The deal was struck.

And wouldn’t you know, the very day after the buzzer system was installed it rang for Celia. She opened the green door carefully and stepped inside. A young women was spread wide, face up, on the floor her hands under her hips. She was naked; no shoes, blindfold, nothing. The women was adorned with nipple rings and labia rings which shone in the overhead lights. The man in her life, whoever he was, was using the pussy whip on her exposed and raised cunt. The women was moaning but did not seem overcome. The stimulation was having an effect but she was not in distress. Then the man, unzipped his trousers and entered her roughly. He banged her while she remained motionless.

“OK, bitch, let her rip,” he said. With that comment, the women wrapped her legs around him and began to thrash around with the guy on her. She yelled and cursed to let him know she was in the throes of a wild orgasm.

“Master, that was great. Please buy that whip for me. It was sooo good.” Celia slipped out the door, her own cunt moist with desire.

The whip purchase was completed. The woman walked out the door with his cum and her juices oozing down her leg. The man paid the bill, gave a $100 tip to Amy, and left with a Cheshire cat grin on his face.

“What did you think of that,” Amy inquired of Celia afterward.

“Quite a turn on for sure. I’ll have to find my guy for a quickie I think.”

Amy, as always, shared the story with Clay at dinner. Then in a more hushed tone said, “Master, if it pleases you, would you like me to have my nipples pierced? They get a lot of play time with you and they are quite sensitive as you know. Perhaps a piercing would be fun.”

“You have great tits, Slave. And, I do get enjoyment from toying with your nipples and caressing the firm curves of your tits. Having something to tug on might be interesting too. Let me think on it. I’ll let you know. But for now, just raise your shirt and let me suck and bite them,” he said.

She went to him and with her hands cupped her tits upward to the man she loved and worshiped. And he loved her too and gave homage to her lovely tits.

Near the end of July, he told her that he had made arrangements with a physician friend of his to have her nipples pierced. He didn’t want to take any chances with the downtown piercing shops whose cleanliness were suspect. He did not want any botch job on those magnificent and as yet unaltered orbs.

Dr. Fine saw them both in his office late after hours the next day. His full time and trusted nurse, Flo, stayed to assist. They were both impressed by the shape of her tits and the length of her nipples. “Great candidates for adornment,” Flo thought.

Flo set up the instrument tray and gave Amy a small shot of Novocain in each aureole. The pin prick was a nonevent. The Dr. used a surgical looking instrument to pull her nipple out and taut. With another precision, needle-like instrument he forced a small hole through the sides of her nipple. He attached a small piece of surgical suture material through each hole, swabbed the area in antibacterial ointment, and the procedure was done.

After a week he checked out the sites and inserted small gold wire loops until the healing process was complete. After that, Clay could choose whatever nipple jewelry he liked for her.

Before they left the office, they asked Flo to speak with them privately. In answer to their questions she said that after the nipples healed in about a month, they could change the nipple rings. She said nipples were made of sensitive, erectile tissue but that it was tough tissue. With some degree of care, nipple rings could be pulled upon without damage to the nipple. In fact she said there were now stainless steel bar bell nipple hole slides that could be used with stainless steel nipple collars to stretch and elongate a nipple over time. She would be glad to assist in the endeavor if they wanted to call her.

Amy went to “The Barn” bra less as a matter of course but now her nipples were the center of her world as they touched whatever soft fabric she wore as a blouse. Leather halters were a bit too much during the first days of the healing process. After the rings were in place, she felt more at ease and again started to wear leather bras and halters at work. She wondered what it would be like to have longer nipples than she already had.

Several of her customers had asked her to design custom fitted leather waist cinchers and she was complimented on the fit of each one when they came back from the tailor she had decided to work with. The women loved the effect they had on narrowing the appearance of their waist. It gave them better posture, slimmed their waist by at least two inches, which seemed to exaggerate their hips and ass. Tailored corsets and narrower waists seemed to be a growing fashion.

By the end of the summer she had started a portfolio series of her own erotic women's fantasy ware and was ready to change her major from physical education to fashion design - emphasizing alluring designs for women.

Also, by the end of the summer Clay had decided to make the owners of “The Barn” an offer they couldn’t refuse. He would buy a piece of land from them on the site of the supply and horse training business. He would construct an inconspicuous building on that land for a continuation of the business Amy had built up. Amy would be the new boss.

The would call the business “Etc.” Which was innocuous enough but which in reality, for them, was an acronym for “Enthusiastic Transfer of Control” or “Erotic Transfer of Control.”

She would keep the current clientele and build the business as only she could. She would hire whatever help she needed. She would have an administrative department and start an on-site design department and fitting and tailoring department in addition to the current sales department. She would keep the current inventory and would have exclusive rights to all the sales contacts for this type merchandise, in the local area, for the next 25 years. What’s a million dollars between friends.

When he told her of his plan for her she was overcome. They were in the pool at the time; nude at night. She walked him to one of the corners of the pool and pressed her tits into his chest and her cunt into his pelvis. She wrapped her left hand behind his head and pulled him to her kissing him passionately on the mouth. Her right hand snaked down to his crotch, wrapped her fingers around his cock and began to pump her fingers together on it slowly. He was rock hard in a moment. She opened her legs around his waist and slid him into her. She felt his hand grab her ass and then he began to slow pump inside her. He turned her around against the wall and pressed himself into her with all his might and shot his load.

“Thank, you Master. You are the greatest. I love you. I owe you everything; my academic education, my training as a submissive women, and now my own business.” She began to arouse him again. She felt fulfilled when he was inside her.

She needed an assistant to help her run the company. Someone who could relate to the needs and moods of the clientele. She was considering this problem when Dory called for another appointment. “Is this serendipity or what?” she asked herself.

Dory was really cute and knew it. She was already working at a department store but was not really happy with her supervisor who lorded it over her. She was living with a guy she had known in college. They found their sexual fantasies complimented each other. He liked to dream up ways for her to do daring erotic things in public and she got hot doing them. He was a voyeur and she was an exhibitionist. He got horny watching her and she got randy playing his games. They both had great sex each time a game was complete.

He wasn’t really a dominant and she wasn’t really a submissive. She was not into punishment per se but did take a good spanking now and then. Her thrill was being dared to do sexy things that might be embarrassing to anyone else. That was the reason she gave for liking erotic clothing including the short leather skirt she had purchased earlier.

When the idea of taking on a full time job at “Etc.” Presented itself, Dory jumped at the opportunity. But Amy had some questions. Dory revealed that she 25 years old, five foot five, 110 pounds. She measured a big 34D cup, with a tight 23 inch waist, 32 inch hips and had an ass that was soft, high, and perfectly molded to her shapely legs.

Without comment, she took off her clothes except for her boots, piled her long strawberry blond hair on top of her head and held it in place with both hands elbows splayed wide. She spread her legs to show that everything about her was indeed natural. Not a bit of shyness in her. She had a great body and was very willing to flaunt it.

“You have no tan lines.” Said Amy.

“My voyeur friend won’t let me wear a bathing suit. He makes me sun in the nude. And, it’s really OK with me. Kinda fun. We go the nude beaches from time-to-time but generally I just sun naked in my yard. Neighbors haven’t complained yet, but of course we live next to two gay guys on one side and three horny college guys rent the house on the other side.”

Dory said she had had lesbian relationships but for the moment preferred her man. She was not under any restrictions regarding her personal time and could easily work 28 hours each Wednesday through Saturday. A base salary plus commission rate was settled upon.

Clay had paid handsomely to get the building designed to her specifications, including a nice office, design room, rest rooms, makeup rooms, and several specialty show rooms. Business would be ready to open right after Labor Day.

The property had lots of extra space for additional buildings which could be used for expansion such as cutting, sewing, distribution, order taking, and warehousing.

Amy was about to start her Junior year in college and already had her own business. The fashion design classes would not only help her with the elements of design - modeling, subject mater balance, contrast, texture, form and function - but also about the administration of a business. She was going to learn more than she thought there was to learn. To be sure, she was also a submissive slave to Clay and really that came first; he continued to teach her about himself and about herself. His school was always in session. And, he had one more lesson for her before classes started.

“Amy, I want you to experience something you have not experienced in the two years we have been together.” he said. “I want you to spend one full night alone in bondage in the dungeon. I am going to spread your arms wide over head and your legs wide beneath you. Your head will be covered with one of our leather hoods which itself will be pulled tight to the ceiling to keep your erect. You will be exposed to my touch and your new whips and you will be immobilized for several hours.

“Oooh, Master, that sounds very tough. Please, oh please, show mercy on me.” She whimpered.

End of Part # 4

Note: Readers are encouraged to write a few comments on the above story. I‘d appreciate hearing about which portions of the story “floated your boat” so to speak, as well as material you did not especially care for. LC