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The story of how I built my harem of lawyers. Seven years ago... Meeting Pamela.
"What the fuck is she doing here, Kurt?" I asked as I took a step towards the consent-violating woman who ruined protocol poker at The Exchange by using her status as an investor to kick us out.
"A lot has changed since you left DC, Sir Sam. I think you should meet my friend and hear him out," Kurt said.
Vivian appeared at my side. "Sam, Kurt is right. I know how you feel about Miss Scarlet but take some deep breaths and level your head."
While my blood was still boiling, my brain knew better than to disregard Vivian's advice. I took inventory of the situation. Miss Scarlet, did not look like the loud, brash woman from a few years ago. She was kneeling submissively beside Kurt's friend, a position I would never have thought her capable of. Maybe Kurt and Vivian were right. Diego, Kurt's friend, noticed a change in my posture and took two steps towards me with his hand extended for a handshake.
"Sir Sam, I know you have some history with this girl here. She is my slave. I would like it very much if we could discuss how we can make amends for her past actions," he said in accented English.
"That sounds good, Sir Diego," I responded and gestured for him to join me at a pair of chairs by the bar. As we sat, our slaves joined us to kneel at our sides.
"First, good Sir, I believe my slave has something to say," Diego said. "P, speak as we discussed."
Without a moment's hesitation, Miss Scarlet took her kajira off and laid down in position #8 at my feet. I was momentarily stunned by the gesture.
"Sir Sam, this one would like to humbly offer my deepest apology to you for this one's actions. This girl is truly sorry for the impact of her horrible behavior on you and the community. Please know that this one is no longer that woman. Miss Scarlet is gone, Slave Pamela is here now," the redhead said sincerely.
I looked at Diana, who had been there when Miss Scarlet created havoc at our Protocol Poker night at The Exchange. She gave me a smile and a slight nod. Glancing at Katherine, I knew what she would want me to do. I took a few deep breaths and pulled the trigger.
"Slave Pamela, thank you for your apology. I accept these words but I will remind you that for me, actions are the truth," I answered.
Pamela sat up into position #1.
"I agree with you and I know there are going to be people here tonight that remember Miss Scarlet. If I may, I would like to propose a course of action," the distinguished-looking Latino said. I leaned in and Diego laid out a very well thought out plan. I nodded my agreement and called my slaves over. I gave them instructions, sending them on the way.
"I am impressed, Sir Diego," I told him. "I hope this works out and we can become friends."
Checking my watch, I headed to the middle of the room to announce the beginning of Protocol Poker.
"Dear guests," I began, "welcome to the first Protocol Poker night we've thrown in a few years. To the newcomers, we will soon separate for some quick education for the players and submissives. For those who were with us before, I would like to address the elephant in the room: the fate of Miss Scarlet, who ended our game at The Exchange."
Boos interrupted my speech. Gesturing to the crowd to quiet down, I waited to continue. "It seems that she has changed her ways and is here tonight as the collared slave of Sir Diego who has offered her as a slave to the house for tonight to be punished and reborn in the community as slave Pamela. So before we get started, bring her in."
Max and Gerry, two of our strongest male submissives came in carrying the kneeling pillory. The boys put down the heavy piece of BDSM furniture. It was a work of functional art. The base pillory was a rectangular metal platform with a red vinyl pad covering all but the edges. On one end of the base were two lockable cuffs for ankles. On the other end, there was an hourglass structure with cuffs for wrists on the side and a ring for attaching a collar. When locked in the pillory a slave would be held between a true kneeling position and a doggy-style stance.
Behind the boys, my two slaves led the naked curvy redhead on a leash. Katherine and Diana were wearing strap-ons with impressive dildos attacked and carried two small bags full of clothespins. They locked the redhead into the pillory. When they were done, they knelt in position #5 with the bags held high.
"If you were part of Protocol Poker before," I said the crowd, "please take a clothespin and attach it anywhere you want."
Almost everyone in the room had been to at least one of the events so there was soon a queue for the pins. The redhead squealed every time a clothespin was attached making it quite enjoyable to Sadists like me. Once the last person placed the pinching device on the bound slave, I was pretty aroused.
Diego approached me with a light flogger and dragon's tail in this hands. I took the dragon's tail and we started to circle the redhead.
"Pain will atone for your past actions," Diego told his slave. Then he flicked his wrist and skillfully knocked a clothespin off, causing the redhead to scream. I followed suit, using the dragon's tail to remove a couple of pins clamped to her ass.
Diego and I circled the slave, alternating who struck like a choreographed dance. She screamed with each strike and tears were running down her face. The crowd shouted insults at the redhead as punishment rained down upon her.
When we were done I addressed the crowd, again. "Ms. Scarlet is no more. This is slave Pamela, owned by Master Diego. Tonight, she is in service to the house to use as we may. I would like to be the first to welcome her into service. Girls," I commanded.
Diana and Katherine stood up and took their positions. My Latina was in front by Pamela's head, while Katherine stepped up behind the semi-kneeling redhead. Katherine took her lubed dildo and thrust it into Pamela's exposed pussy. Pamela's cry was cut short by Diana's dildo entering her mouth. Soon, both of my slaves were pistoning in and out of the bound redhead, cheered on by the crowd. After a few minutes, the girls pulled out to switch.
When the girls pulled out their dildos, Pamela took the opportunity to beg to be allowed to cum.
"What do you say, friends. Do we let this girl cum and get on with poker?" I asked our guests. The answer was a resounding "YES" from the crowd. Nodding to my slaves, they began to pound Pamela between them.
It did not take long for the curvy redhead to start shaking. Her guttural moans around Katherine's strap-on became loud enough to hear over the crowd. Suddenly, Pamela's body convulsed and Katherine pulled the strap-on out of bound slave's mouth. Her scream of pleasure quieted the rest of the room as Diana continued to fuck her into oblivion. Pamela cried out once more and then a stream of liquid hit the vinyl below her. Diana pulled out and stepped away, leaving the redhead convulsing and squirting twice more by herself.
"Welcome, slave Pamela," I said before Diego and I stepped in and worked together to release the dazed slave from the pillory. I gave her face a caress and smiled at her. Diego took her back to a couch for some aftercare while the crowd applauded.
"Well that was quite the start to the evening," I told the crowd. "I am sure after that, people are ready to get this started. Let's do the education sessions and begin the fun in earnest."
The player and slave education sessions wrapped up quickly and the games got started only a little later than originally scheduled. I was happy to be at the same table as Jack. We both were big fans of protocol play so, when our dirty minds were at the same table, fun was guaranteed. This time we went big from the start with a prop bet on which of us would win a hand first. The winner would get a blowjob from the other's sub. Jack and I set the stakes high because we knew it would set the tone for the event.
I lucked out early, getting pocket jacks in the dealer position and pushed out almost everyone with a decent bet pre-flop. Another Jack on the turn let me put the screws to Mistress Mary, the last person against me. The pro-Domme gave me a withering stare as my raise put her all-in. Not getting the response from me she wanted, the Betty Page look-alike folded.
"YES," I exclaimed. "Sorry man but I've wanted this since the second protocol poker event at my place!"
Jack laughed, recalling that fun night at my condo when his submissive, Aiko, blew the room away with a master-class in passionate, sloppy blowjobs. Aiko gave me a sly smile as she walked around the table to where I was standing. She was wearing a black bra and thong set with thigh highs and austere black stilettos. When she got to me, Aiko unhooked her bra and knelt.
"Don't worry about me for a few rounds," I told the table and stood from my seat.
The beautiful Japanese girl undid my zipper and pulled my semi-hard cock out of my pants. Aiko took my entire length in her mouth in one smooth motion. Her moans and swallowing contractions had me fully hard in no time flat. I could tell immediately that Aiko was taking her performance to the next level. The spit was starting to build up in her mouth, encasing my hardness in its slickness. She started to fuck her mouth down the length of my cock, pulling back and gasping for breath.