There was more activity on the stair well of the apartment building then there should have been at four o'clock in the morning even for a Saturday. Most of the residents were already in from their night out, and they tended to use the elevator that was finally operating, and this was the reason the isolated alcove was chosen for a new group activity.
The three people in the stairwell were, ZiZi's the zaftig resident manager, Yumiko a young coed and resident and Richie the building's resident part time maintenance man who was also a university student.
Four weeks earlier, Richie had inadvertently discovered the two women acting out erotic role-play and worked himself into the role of Master over ZiZi and Yumi who were now his willing servants. The lifestyle while new to Richie was intriguing and the empowerment gave him so much confidence it carried over into every part of his life.
At the moment he was in charge of a punitive detail. Standing on the fourth floor landing he checked over his shoulder; again sensing that he was being watched.
He spoke to ZiZi down on the first floor through his Nextel device.
"Send her up," He said softly.
"Go," ZiZi relayed to Yumi.
In an instant Yumi bolted up the stairs taking two at a time, her long black ponytail moving rhythmically as she headed towards Richie.
Yumi's punishment was a take on the old-time coach's drill commonly called "stadiums"; the athlete is given a distance to run up and down the stadiums stairs in an allotted time and failure invoked a penalty. Needless to say it quickly captured your player's attention when that extra motivation was required. Even though Yumi jogged at least three times a week having to sprint up and down the course of the stairs was a butt kicker.
ZiZi was hoping that Yumi tired soon so the penalty strokes would be numerous and the thought put a smile on her face as she lit another Marlboro and waited.
As Yumi bounded up the stairs she saw movement in the small window of the second floor's fire door. She paused for a second to check who it might be momentarily forgetting her current situation. She thought about opening the door then realized her own dilemma and decided it would be better to just get to Richie. When a cell phone ring tone chirped behind her and she quickened her stride.
Laura a bespectacled "Gothic Girl", was twenty five years old and lived in apartment 3A. She worked as a lab technician in a UPMC hospital; she fantasized that she was the spunky lab tech crime buster on CBS's NCIS. Her sense of style, funky eyeglass frames, dark purple hair style and the facial piercing drew the ire of many supervisors, which she handled with the passive aggressive defense she acquired early in live.
After work she decided to stop by the apartment of the dreadlocked drummer who lived on the second floor to score some herbage. She ended up staying several hours smoking and drinking with him and some of other members of his band. She was feeling no pain when she headed home with blunts in hand for later.
Since they were close she headed for the back stairs, then she heard someone on the stairs, so she stopped to peek through the door's small window. She recognized her ZiZi even in the outfit she was wearing.
The happenings in apartment 3B were known to her because the bedrooms of the each apartment shared a wall, and she heard a lot. She even told her best friend Janey about it. Janey laughed about it saying it had the makings of a realty show; they could call it "Two Japs and a Jock". Laura didn't like that title, but she would watch for sure. Laura figured something was afoot, so she watched to see what was going to happening. Shortly after ZiZi past, she observed Yumi sprinting down the stairs. Laura called Janey, but Janey's voice mail answered.
"Holy shit Janey, call me back, their at it again get your ass over here," Laura whispered into her Samsung Z150.
She started to become aroused at witnessing something she had only heard for weeks. She had been ducking down to hide the each time the girl ran by, but this time Yumi paused at the door. Laura's heart pounded in her chest expecting Yumi to open the door and discover her. Then her phone blew up with Janey's ring tone.
Laura fumbled device trying to silence it and it clattered on the floor. By the time Laura had control of it she had missed the call. Laura text messaged a reply "Call you back, bye." and decided to get home before she started a shit storm with her neighbor.
Richie heard the squeaky echo of Yumi's black high top Chuck Taylor's coming up the stairs long before he could see her. When she came into view below him, he checked his watch and smiled because she was slowing down finally; or so it seemed. "Twenty eight seconds, your three seconds over. You're not too tired to finish you punishment are you?" He asked not really caring, if she was tired or not.
She was going to finish if she had to crawl up the stairs.
"I think I heard...someone...on the second floor!" Yumi gasped between before sucking air into her lungs with a deep breath through her nose. "Damn it I was afraid of that," Richie mumbled, and keyed his Nextel. "ZiZi come on up, Yumi thinks someone's on the second floor, check it out."
"Okay." was her radioed in reply.
Richie turned back to look at Yumi. She was bent over with her hands on her knees trying to catch her breath.
"Stand up straight and face the wall," He ordered.
Yumi quickly stood up straight and braced like a cadet, and faced the wall six inches from its cold surface. Richie checked her closely making sure her heels touched at the correct angle, and her fingers touched her bare thighs, in fact she was bare all over. Naked, except for her sneakers, the striped tube socks pulled to her knees, and a choke collar.
Richie enjoyed the view. The petite girl was quite lovely. He watched her perky breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. Beads of perspiration kept popping up to pool and form streams that ran down the length of her body. The sound of high heels approaching made him forget Yumi for the moment.
Richie turned to see ZiZi coming up the stairs.
She had stopped at the landing below to drop the butt of her smoke and step it out; she clearly had forgotten who have to pick it up, Richie would remind her later with the help of some Anal Eze.
ZiZi stepped on to the stairs and took a deep breath before saying, "I got to quit smoking."
Her bright red hair was teased out like Peg Bundy; her heavy makeup matched the look. Wearing a short white halter dress that provided little cover for ZiZi's ample curves, in fact it displayed a serious case of VPL, and it's tightness created more rolls around her middle then she liked, but it's what Richie told her to wear it. She balanced on a pair of clear acrylic mules with eight inch platform heels.
When she reached the top of the stairs Richie asked. "Well did you see anyone?"
"No, but I checked the hallway, and it smelled like someone had been smoking pot. But, that could be coming out of someone's apartment...I think?"
He thought about it, and then made his decision.
"Let's go back to the apartment. You still owe me three more laps Yumi...and you will pay in full later."
Richie took the leash slung over his shoulder and snapped it to Yumi's choke collar.
As she walked back down to her third floor flat, Yumi felt very anxious. Some was fear that someone could walk out and see her naked and collared, and some due to the fate awaiting her in the apartment.
As they open the apartment door Richie looked around once more as he ushered the women inside.
Once inside he unleashed Yumi and sent her to the bedroom to wait for him. Richie sat in the big armchair ZiZi bought for him while ZiZi sat across from him on the sofa crossing her legs.
"Well, what do you think would be a fitting form of punishment? She was only three seconds over for the entire period. Not a lot of penalty time there." Richie noted.
ZiZi with vengeance in her heart had a ready suggestion. "Bend her over and let her feel what it's like to take it up the ass like I do!" ZiZi said.
"A tempting thought but we know she's unsoiled and I won't be the first to crack her open down there. Think of something." He sighed.
"Well if you ever got split by big hard cock being shoved up your ass you'd know why I..." ZiZi started to whine.
Richie was giving her the look, and she didn't like that. So she decided on a new suggestion.
"You could use the new flogger on her?" She responded timidly.
"I suppose," Richie replied; distracted by a door closing.
It sounded close enough to be the Goth chick next door. He listened for a moment to see if he could hear anything else, when he didn't, he dismissed the thought.
Laura held her breath instinctively in the darkness of apartment 3A. She had not meant to close her door so loudly. She cursed the old elevator the damn thing took forever getting to her; it was probably getting ready to crap out again. She wondered if they were still out on the stairs.
Yumi stood in the corner of her bedroom with the lights off thinking about the circumstances that led to having Richie administer her punishment.
Soon after become her "Master" moved out of his basement apartment and into her place. Yumi was assigned a morning chore to prepare a protein shake for Richie, which she enjoyed doing. She welcomed serving to her Master, but she secretly wanted to torture ZiZi.
Yumi concocted a simple plan to add an extra ingredient into Master's energy cocktail, and for three weeks she had included her secret ingredient, a pill that extended a man's stamina. If it made Bob smile, what would it do for Richie she wondered. The product must have been working because ZiZi confided to her.
"I think something's wrong with me...I'm so sore after sex". ZiZi informed her.
