Chapter 8 New York, New York, Its a Wonderful Town
MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 8
New York, New York, Its a Wonderful Town
It took the next six weeks to again read all the texts Uncle Bert had arranged
for me to read. With Andy and Mary around, I did not spend full time reading, of
course. But, I did spend a great deal of time on them. I was very pleased
Uncle Bert had programmed me for higher and greater intellectual and memory
capacities. From the heavy instruction Andy and I received from Father O'Brien
in Santa Fe, and, from all the books, my view of humanity from a religious -
philosophical - ethical - intellectual perspective had been greatly changed.
That is what Uncle Bert wanted. I guess what surprised me most was I had
considered myself a very well educated individual, but I was not well educated.
I was well trained in the sciences. There is much to be said for a liberal arts
education.
All the arrangements to receive training from America's two sex queens were made
during those six weeks.
It was on to New York.
I suspect you readers are not really interested in how I spent two weeks in the
hands of the world's leading domantrix learning, shall we say, to give and to
receive, but I will tell you a little about it anyway.
Andy and I flew into Newark, now New York City's leading airport, grabbed a
limo, and rode into Manhattan. New York is the world's city. It is so full of
life and energy that driving into it is exciting. Andy had never been there, so
she was particularly in awe and energized. We registered at our hotel and
unpacked.
Andy was glowing, dancing around the room, her eyes bright and shiny. She
waltzed to me, put her arms around my neck and leaned against me to be kissed
which I happily did. I wrapped my arms around, letting my hands drop to caress
her ass. (If I wrote every time my hands found her ass, this whole thing would
be one big ass grab. But, while I did it a lot, I will only write it
occasionally.)
"Davy, this is so wonderful! It feels like... like a honeymoon!"
She froze and a fearful, questioning expression came over he face.
"Davy, please, I did not mean..."
I had not yet programmed a woman, or a man, for that matter. I was really
flying blind as to how it was actually done and the impact of it. And, I was
not the one who programmed Andy or Mary or any of the other 3,000 women Uncle
Bert left me. I was unsure of how it was done in general and how Uncle Bert had
done it, specifically. Was Andy programmed to reveal her true feelings to me?
By that, I mean those feelings she would have had if she had not been
programmed. Or, were her only feelings those which had been programmed in her,
so they became her true feelings? Or, was it a combination of the two set in
some way by Uncle Bert to give me the best of both worlds?
I had many questions about the control, the programming. One thing I had
learned was to control the programming I had received which affected my cock.
Getting hard on command, staying hard forever, and orgasming without ejaculating
were delightful, no doubt about that. But, seeing or touching a special woman
and having her cause the special twitch in my pants was even more delightful. I
had set myself to respond naturally which I did in this case, causing my
intellectual ruminations about the programming to take back seat to the woman in
my arms.
"Oh, Davy," she whispered as I began to undress her. "I love you so much."
Sometime later, we ordered room service. The next morning we started our
lessons.
When I used the name of Uncle Bert to register at the domination castle, I got
the head lady herself and not an assistant. I wondered how much time Uncle Bert
had spent there to receive such first class treatment. Then, I wondered, since
he was really my father, if the love of B&D was genetic or environmental.
Mistress Diana, as she called herself, was a British woman with a beautiful
accent. She was a giant, standing about six three, not including the six inch
heels she always wore, which made her six nine and taller than most NBA players.
She had a body like a Barbie doll except on a larger scale. My guess she was
46EE - 34 - 47. She obviously worked out a lot because it was all muscle except
for those watermelons on her chest. I could not tell what her face looked like
since she wore a mask. Overall, she was very impressive.
She wore what I would call fetish clothing, in this case, PVC. On her it looked
great. In fact, I got the name of her clothier and bought Andy a few things.
Well, I bought Andy and me a lot, actually, but, I will cover that later.
When we first saw her, she was dressed all in black except a red glove on her
right hand. In that glove she had a whip. A large, black whip with a red tip.
She had on a black PVC cat suit covering her from neck to ankle except her
breasts and pussy, which were bare. I mean bare. She had on a mask that covered
her face except for her lips and eyes. Her eyes were a wild emerald green,
effectively reinforced by the use of emerald eye makeup. Her lips were painted
bright red, matching the glove and whip tip. She had painted the lips of her
pussy and her nipples the same red. Very effective use of color.
It dawned on me she was big enough to do real damage with that whip. For a
moment, fear paralyzed me and I wondered if Uncle Bert had messed this one up.
Probably not. Knowing him, Mistress Diana was one of the 3,000 women he had
enslaved. I had to know.
"Do you prefer sirloin or tube steak?" I asked as she towered over me. Her eyes
got soft.
"It depends on the chef."
Oh, yes! She was programmed. That lowered my anxiety level a lot. "What does
your pussy prefer?" I asked. "It prefers following your commands," she replied.
Slowly, gracefully, she knelt before me. It was like watching a giant redwood
fall to the ground, except redwoods don't have hourglass figures. She was the
first of the "other" women Uncle Bert had programmed who I encountered. I
wondered if they all would kneel, or if Uncle Bert had given her a special
instruction because of her height.
Andy was still and quiet, watching passively. Was this a programmed response in
her? How did Uncle Bert handle multiple slaves when they were together? "Andy?"
I asked. She looked at me with that defused, unfocused look she got when she was
in a trance. So, there was some kind of instruction.
"Andy, what have you been programmed to do when I am working with another
slave?"
"Mary and I have been programmed to wait quietly for instructions when you are
working with another woman, except for when you are working with either of us.
You are not to use the word slave. Uncle Bert did not like that."
"What word am I to use to collectively describe you ladies?"
"Kittens."
"Kittens?"
"Yes." Her expression changed from a vacuous stare to a slutty grin. "Meow,"
she whispered as her back arched and she thrust her breasts out at me.
Uncle Bert was good! He may have thought of everything. Now, I knew Andy was
programmed to tell me how the others were programmed. That made my life (work?
fun?) a lot easier. I turned my attention back to Diana, who was my "kitten"
but would soon be my mistress.
I was going to command Diana to be real easy with us. But, I decided to ask a
few more questions first. "Tell me your philosophy behind the training we are
to receive."
"My training in to enhance the sexual desire and responsiveness of my clients.
I introduce them to new worlds and instruct them in how to use those worlds for
their own pleasure. It is always for pleasure. I use restraints, submission and
pain to enhance pleasure. It is never pain in place of or to eliminate pleasure,
or, pain for its own sake. There is fear without danger, anxiety but with
rewards, submission to receive bliss."
Andy was quiet again but she looked up at me with sheer lust in her eyes. A shy
smile crossed her face as she licked her lips. She was going to enjoy this, as
was I.
"Treat us as any other very important client. Do the best job you can."
"I always do, Master David." I called her name, bringing her back to
consciousness, out of her trance. Blinking rapidly, she focused on me,
realizing what had happened to her. Those huge red lips parted in a devilish
grin revealing perfect white teeth.
"Trust me, David. You will enjoy it... well, some of it. But, how will you
know if you like it or not unless you try it."
That made me wonder. Not about what Diana would do to us, but about the
programming. Mary and Andy never knew they had been in a trance. But, Diana
knew. And, she responded out of the trance to something that happened in the
trance. Why?
I extended my hand to help her stand. She kissed me gently on the lips, then
stood back. She called an assistant, who escorted Andy from the room. Andy
looked back at me with a hot but hesitant expression as the door shut behind
her. Now, it was just Mistress Diana and me. I knew we were going to start.
"Strip, pig!" she screamed. Pig was me. I began stripping.
It occurred to me as I undressed, that since she judged my receptiveness to and
desire for a particular act or technique she used, in part, by the status of my
cock, I needed to be programmed to respond naturally, which, as I have said, I
already had done for myself. However, I did it again to make sure.
She waited impatiently, tapping the whip against the side of that oak tree she
called a leg, as my clothes hit the floor. I saw a door open and a woman,
dressed in an all black cat suit, enter. The women walked behind me and pulled
back my left arm. I felt leather being attached. When she took my right arm, I
looked at the left one. She had put a very, thick, wide leather restraint around
my wrist. It had two buckling straps and an O-ring imbedded in it. It looked
ominous and she was installing another one to my right wrist. Then, the woman
attached something around my waist and crotch. It was like a one- piece leather
jock strap with built in cup. I would learn later it was to protect my cock and
balls.
The woman pushed me forward a few steps. I heard an electric motor and looked
up. I was under a hoist. Diana was staring, her eyes boring into me. I could
not tear my eyes away from her as the woman attached chains to my wrists. She
pushed a button and my arms were pulled upward until I stood on the balls of my
feet. Diana tapped that whip against her leg as the woman exited, leaving me
hanging by my wrists and alone with an amazon in a PVC cat suit.
Diana walked over to me. With the whip handle, she raised my chin until I was
staring into her bright, emerald eyes. I did not feel fear, just anticipation.
I knew I could take command of her if what she did to me was not to my liking.
Then, I saw her eyes glaze over.
"David. This is Uncle Bert again. I suspect you know Diana is one of my women.
Since you are receiving this message, I know you are hanging by your wrists in
Diana's dungeon. This is the only message you will receive from Diana but it is
an important one. She has been programmed to be your kitten except during your
training. During training, she is your mistress, David. She will do to you as
she wishes. Boy, I wish I could see your face right now! I bet you are saying
'Oh, shit' under your breath and you have already started to sweat. Give up
control, Davy. Let yourself enjoy the power of submission, even if only this
once. My guess is that you are dominant and will enjoy much more that part of
your training, but you need to experience all of it. Have fun."
"Oh, shit!"
Diana laughed out loud. It was an evil, commanding, loud laugh. I began to
shake. As Diana would explain later, helplessness and fear are essential to
receive the sexual pleasure of surrender... submission... to a master
(mistress, in this case.)
I was totally helpless. I was so afraid I was about to pee on myself. So, my
sexual pleasure should be great. At least, that is what I hoped.
To be continued . . . .
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