Sams Spa Chronicles Ch 26

Amy Revealed

by BADSAM

Richard knocks lightly on the door to the room where he knows the two women are role playing. After several seconds Alexis Dawn opens the door a crack. He looks over her shoulder, but cannot see anything. He informs the Dominatrix that everyone except the photographer, David and his girlfriend Marina Aurora have arrived. She tells him that they will be down in a few moments and then she closes the door.

Richard then goes back downstairs to be with their guests. He has only a vague idea of what BlackVelvet has been doing to his wife, Amy Michelle. They locked themselves in the room over an hour ago with orders not to be disturbed until the guests arrive. He assumes Amy is cuffed to the brass chain hanging from the ceiling, which is out of sight behind the door, or she is possibly bound to the X cross in the far corner. He shrugs his shoulders and accepts it.

BlackVelvet is a wonderful woman and he loves to have sex with her. But she is far too dominating for his taste.

"Richard just informed me that everyone has arrived," Alexis tells Amy. "What do you want to do?" She shakes a flogger she is holding in front of Amy's face. There is a 3.5 centimeter wide leather belt, a wooden paddle with holes in it and a stiff leather paddle on the floor near Amy's feet. The belt has stainless steel open tabular rivets along its entire length. When it strikes the flesh, it leaves a particular red welt, surrounding numerous white dots along the extent of the mark. It also stings quite viciously, especially if it is a hard smack.

Amy is naked. She has serrated clamps on both her nipples and on her clitoris with small weights dangling from each clamp. Her ankles are tied with slip knots to the ends of a meter long spreader bar. There are plastic pushbutton cuffs on her wrists. The cuffs are attached to the brass chain. Her arms are stretched above her head and only her bare feet are touching the hard wooden floor. Her ass cheeks, her thighs, her pussy, her stomach and her breasts are red and burning. She is in agony and her eyes are red from crying. Her head is bowed and her chin is resting on her chest.

Amy raises her head slightly, "I am at your pleasure Mistress Alexis," she whispers.

Whack! Whack! With all her strength BlackVelvet smacks Amy's pubic mound with the flogger. Amy squeezes her eyes shut and grimaces.

"That's not an acceptable answer, white bitch!"

Whack! Whack! She smacks her pussy again.

"I asked you what you wanted to do, white bitch! And you tell me to do what I want to do."

Whack! Whack! Once to each breast, Amy moans in agony.

"Now tell me, what do you want to do?"

"I guess I better go take care of my guests," the helpless woman answers.

Whack! Whack! Again, with all her strength Alexis beats her, but this time on her naked ass. Amy tightens her cheeks and moans.

"That's what you should do. I'm going to ask you one more time, white bitch. What do you want to do? Do you want me to beat you some more or do you want me to release you so that you can go greet your guest?"

Whack! Whack! Two more hard hits to each of her cheeks.

Amy is at a loss as to what to do. She was not expecting the guests to arrive for another fifteen or twenty minutes, which is how long she intended to submit to her lover, to allow BlackVelvet to torture her. It's what she wants; it's what she needs. But she knows too that she should go downstairs and greet her guests. It is an insult not to.

"I'll make your decision easy for you, white bitch. You can let me beat you for another ten minutes and then I'll have you go downstairs naked but with a dildo shoved up your cunt, or you can choose to go downstairs now, still naked but without the dildo. Which will it be?"

"I'll go downstairs now, Mistress Alexis."

"A wise choice." The Dominatrix drops the flogger on the floor and kneels in front of Amy. She unties her ankles and then removes the clamp from off her clitoris, kissing, licking and sucking her sex button as she does so.

Next, she removes the clamps from off her nipples, again kissing, licking and sucking each nipple after she takes off the clamp. She kisses Amy lightly on the mouth and then releases her wrists. Amy lets her arms fall around her Creole, mulatto lover.

"Thank you. I love you, Mistress Alexis."

"I love you too, my darling."

They embrace. Amy buries her face in Alexis's shoulder and starts to cry.

"Let it out my darling," Alexis says as she pats Amy on her head. "Go ahead and cry. And don't worry about anything. I'll always be here for you. You know that."

"Yes Mistress Alexis, I know," Amy answers through her tears. "You've always been there for me and I am forever grateful for all that you do for me . . . I love you."

They stand below the chain for a minute or two hugging each other. Then Alexis steps back. She orders Amy to sit on the bed while she goes into the adjoining bathroom. She comes out with a wet face cloth. She hands it to Amy telling her to wipe her face.

"When we get downstairs Amy, I want you to explain to everyone why you weren't there to greet them and why you have been crying. You need the humility that the admittance will give you in order to grow."

"Yes Mistress Alexis," Amy answers in a whisper. Although the role play has stopped, Mistress Amy is still submissive to the more dominate Mistress Alexis. It's what she wants and needs. She knows that she cannot survive the pressure of being president of SAMS Spa health resort if her lover, BlackVelvet is not there in the background, helping her, guiding her and loving her. She is Amy's strength. It's one of the main reasons they live near each other in Uptown Carrollton, only about ten blocks apart. So that Alexis can be close by to offer support and encouragement to her lifelong friend.

Upon entering the den, it is obvious to everyone that BlackVelvet has been beating and torturing Amy. She is still naked and her skin is crimson and raw from the torture; her eyes are red from crying.

Amy says to her guests, "Good afternoon everyone. I'm glad to see that everyone could make it. Please forgive me for not greeting you. But my friend Mistress Alexis was . . . we have this thing we do every so often. BlackVelvet beats me, tortures me and takes care of my sexual needs the same way I take care of Beth's needs." She looks over at her sex slave who is sitting in the corner. Elizabeth Ann blushes deeply.

Richard cuts her off, "Hey, why don't we all go out to the hot tub until David and Marina get here?" He is trying to divert attention away from her, away from the awkwardness he knows she is feeling at explaining to everyone why her flesh is red and her face is streaked with tears. He doesn't like to see Amy cry, but he also knows that his wife at times cannot keep her head above water in managing SAMS Spa without the love and support she gets from Alexis.

Amy knows what he is doing and is grateful. "Richard darling, we have an extra large, custom built whirlpool bath, big enough to accommodate at least eight people. But we have . . ." She does a quick head count. "We have sixteen people here right now. How do you propose we get them all in the one tub?"

"I hadn't thought of that, my lovely mare. I was just thinking that we could all just relax before the picture taking begins."

Veronica Rose interrupts him. "I think we ought to stay out of the tub until after David gets here. I mean . . . we don't know what kind of shots he's going to take and he might not want the area surrounding the tub wet or anything."

"What time is he supposed to be here?" Yolanda Yvette asks.

"He's supposed to be here now," Jack answers her.

"He better not be doing another shoot like he did us the last time," Victoria Alisa puts in.

"Wait everyone," Amy interrupts them. "Let me give David a call and see where he is."

Everyone sits quietly while Amy calls him on his cell phone.

"Where are you?" she asks into the phone. "Everyone is here waiting for you."

She pauses and listens.

"Ok. I'll see you in a bit." She hangs up the phone. "He says he's on his way here now and will be here in a few minutes. So, let's all just sit tight for now."

Richard adds, "What about the party honey. I don't think Lori or Yolanda and their husbands have ever been to one of our parties. While we're all waiting for David, you want to go over the rules with them?"

"Good idea. Those of you who are here for the first time and the rest of you who may not remember, I only have three rules. But first and foremost, Richard and I have a list of twelve sexual perversions and prohibitions that we do not indulge in. The list is in the drawer of the end table in the little room by the foyer. We are all adults, so some of them will not apply to us but still, I would like y'all to look over the list and become familiar with them."

She pauses and glances around the den. Then, "One of the prohibitions is not to allow yourself to be photographed naked without your written unconstrained, consent. I'm not sure, but I believe that everyone here except me has already been photographed nude by David. If not . . . well you're adults, you know better than me about what you want to do with your life. My advice is to get something in writing to protect yourselves. OK?"

No one answers her.

She continues, "Now, as to the rules, I do not allow any loud noise. I'm adamant on that, no loud noise. No running around screaming or revelry. I have enough trouble with Mr. Bush next door without adding fuel to the fire."

She looks around at everyone. "With all the sex and carousing everyone is going to be engaged in, I know there's going to be a lot of moaning and grunting and all. But just don't get too rowdy or disorderly; try to keep it at a minimum."

"Secondly, you cannot use my bedroom or the adjoining bedroom. That's Beth's bedroom when she doesn't sleep with me and Richard, which is usually when she's sleeping with Alexandria, a friend of hers. Sorry, but I reserve something for myself." She pauses. Then, "The other downstairs room is locked for personal reasons. You cannot use that room either."

"Hey that sounds reasonable," Jefferson says. "I know I don't think I would want someone sleeping in my bed . . . unless of course she's sleeping with me." He looks at his wife Yolanda and winks.

She sticks her tongue out at him and then says seductively, "If you get another woman in our bed honey, I want to eat her cunt while you fuck my pussy." He smiles seductively at her.

"There are four other bedrooms upstairs you can use. Each bedroom has condoms and sex toys in the nightstands next to the beds for those of you who want to use them."

She looks at Richard to see if he has anything he wants to add but he just nods. "There's also the hot tub, the living room, the den and two extra bathrooms. But the living room and the den are usually used for group sex. You can even use the hallways, the kitchen or the dining room if you're so inclined. Just don't make any loud noises."

She pauses again.

"Is everyone agreeable to this?"

"What's the third rule?" Lori Brandi asks.

"Oh, it's not really much of a rule, more of a request. If a bedroom is being used, don't barge into it without the permission of those using it. Also, if you leave a bedroom and come back to it and someone is using it, then it's occupied. You can't reserve a room."

Amy pauses once more.

"If you want to have a private little sex party and don't want to be disturbed just close the door and lock it. Now, does anyone have any questions before David gets here? I'm sure that once he finishes photographing us girls there won't be any time to ask question - or answer them for that matter - we will all be too busy enjoying ourselves."

No one has any questions. Everyone breaks up into small groups to talk about the photo shoot or the party. Amy sits next to Alexis, to her right; she wants to have sex with the domineering woman. She looks across the room at Richard. He has his arm around Vickie's waist. Amy figures that they are probably making plans to have a fuck session together once the party gets started.

She puts her head on her lover's right shoulder. Alexis puts her right arm around Amy's waist and her left hand on the left side of Amy's neck. She kisses Amy on the top of her head.

Amy closes her eyes. She ponders how lucky she is to have Richard; a wonderful, understanding husband; Beth, a beautiful sex slave whom she loves dearly and who loves her; and Alexis, a caring, sympathetic friend and lover who, next to Richard, knows her better than anyone else.

She wonders if she would be where she is today if it were not for these three people, particularly Alexis.

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Alexis Dawn and Amy Michelle first met in a philosophy of law class at the University of New Orleans; they became immediate friends - and lovers. Amy was taking the course to fulfill a requirement for her degree in philosophy. Alexis was taking it because she thought it would help her later when she entered law school.

At the beginning of the semester, the professor divided the sixteen students into pairs. Then he gave the class an assignment whereby they had to select a controversial issue of the day and present both the conservative and liberal sides of the argument to their classmates. He gave them a list of topics from which to choose, abortion, child custody, gun control, immigration, legalized gambling, parole, pornography and prostitution. They were to present their argument at the end of the semester, in lieu of a final exam. Alexis and Amy chose abortion.

Alexis hated the assignment because she had to present the right to life point of view; they flipped a coin to see which of them would have to give that argument and she lost the toss. It was the only time in their lives together that she was subservient to Amy. But in the end, she was thankful because it helped her understand the beliefs those who opposed legalized abortion. It didn't change her views, she still believed that making the procedure legal was the lesser of the two evils between legalized and illegal abortion, and that is the road that should be traveled, but it gave her more empathy for those who believed differently than she does. They both got an "A" for their presentation.

About a week after they gave their arguments to the class, Amy knocked at her apartment door. "What's the matter," Alexis asks her as she sleepily opens the door to her new friend. It is just after six in the morning. Alexis is wearing only a white T-shirt. Amy's eyes are red; she has been crying.

"My stepfather called me about half an hour ago. My father was killed last night when his car skidded into a ditch."

"Oh Amy, I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?"

"Right now I just need you to be with me. My father's body is at the city morgue. Will you come with me to make the arrangements to have him brought to the funeral home? I'm his only surviving relative."

"Sure. Let me get dressed."

Luckily, her mother still had a small insurance policy on him that paid for the funeral. The wake was small, only a few of Amy's friends and her father's friends showed up. Her mother and stepfather made a "mandatory" appearance. But that was about it.

It isn't until the semester is over and Amy is going through her father's papers that she discovers that she inherited a bank account with a little over seven thousand dollars in it, a hundred thousand dollars in life insurance and a dilapidated old two-story warehouse in the Elmwood warehouse district in Metairie. She and Alexis go to see it one Saturday afternoon. It looks like a giant L lying on its side.

"Amy this is great! This is just what we've been looking for," Alexis exclaims as they walk through the building. Amy and Alexis and a few of their friends have been looking for an out of the way place where they could indulge their sexual fantasies.

"This place is filthy, Alexis. No one in their right mind would want to have any kind of party here, let alone a sex party."

"Darling, you're not looking at the big picture. With a little paint and fixing up, this place could be real nice looking. You could even rent out the first floor as a genuine warehouse."

"You're suggesting we use the second floor for our sex parties?"

"Sure why not."

"And just where do you think we're going to get the . . ." Amy stops in mid sentence. Then sarcastically with a sardonic look, "Alexis, I've already paid off your student loans, my student loans and given you twenty thousand dollars toward your education. What more do you want?"

Alexis just gives her lover a sexy smile.

"We'll have to hire a contractor," Amy continues, again sarcastically. "I'm not going to do any painting or fixing up."

The next day Alexis, Amy and Raymond, Amy's boyfriend, visit the place. Raymond agrees with Alexis. With a little fixing up the place could be turned into a real nice party shack. They agree to bring Luke, Charlie, Samuel, Sabrina, Colette and Rachel, some of their sex friends, back later to get their opinion. Then the three of them make love upstairs, lying on some cardboard boxes they found that they opened up and laid flat.

It was Charlie and Raymond, always looking for a way to make money or save it, who came up with the idea of forming a spa club and sport shop that rents the building from Amy.

They suggest that the warehouse could be divided up. Downstairs could be used for the spa and sport shop and another part could be converted into little rooms where they could have their parties. Upstairs could be used for the general offices. Any profit the spa and sport shop makes could go to the partners. Rachel comes up with the anagram name SAMS Spa - Slaves And Masters Sex Spa.

The nine are in agreement; they form a partnership. They each make business loans from their banks. Except Alexis, Amy gives her another twenty thousand dollars so she can be a partner too. When Alexis objects, Amy tells her it is too late. She already deposited the money into her bank account.

During the renovation, Amy met Richard, an employee of the company they hired to do the repairs. At that time he was just a carpenter - it wasn't until after they are married that he was promoted to foreman. They dated for several months, while she also dated Raymond. However, they did not get serious until long after SAMS Spa and health resort was up and running smoothly.

Amy then told Raymond that she loves him, but that she loves Richard more. Raymond understands. He's not hurt. He told her that he has his eyes fixed on a little Italian girl who lives in the same apartment complex that he does and has been looking for a gentle way to break it to Amy. They agreed to remain occasional lovers.

It takes about six months to rebuild the warehouse and make it presentable. Within a year the spa and sport shop are showing a profit and the sex club is going strong. Everything is going so well that they have to hire an accountant to keep the company books. They also hire managers to open and close the spa and sport shop.

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After learning from Alexis that she enjoyed studying the origin of the various religions, Amy then talked Alexis into taking a philosophy of religion class with her; another course that the future lawyer was grateful to have taken. During the course, not only did she discover how the different religions began, she also learned more about crucifixion. The professor of the class wanted all her undergraduate students write a paper on a theological subject, to be turned in before their final exam. Alexis asked the teacher if it were alright if she wrote a paper on the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. The doctorate of philosophy gave her permission to write about his death.