The Armoire Ch 08

The Armoire Ch.08 -- A Gift For Sammy

Watching Sylvia approach the airport bar, Tommy noticed that she had a swagger, a self confidence that she didn't display when he first met her and he allowed himself a little smile, realizing that he could take a little credit for that. He stood as she neared the table and they shared a friendly hug. She had already called him on his cell to tell him she had been stuck in traffic, slowly attempting to get passed a terrible accident scene.

"Sorry, Sammy, I thought I left in plenty of time but I didn't figure on that accident," she said.

"Don't worry about it," he said as they sat down at the little table, "I saw it on the news...it's still a mess out there."

Tommy had just returned from a trip to see Sadie, a client in Chicago. Sylvia had suggested that he leave the Yukon at her place instead of parking at the airport. His flight had arrived at five P.M. but Sylvia had been stuck on the highway for over two hours.

She said, "We can stay off the highway but it'll take us an hour or so to get back to my place. Sorry about that, Sammy. If you want, you should stay the night."

"Thanks, Syl, I might take you up on that. I've had a couple of ryes. Let me give Ally a call...Do you want a drink?"

"I could really use a coffee," she said.

Tommy waived the waitress over and ordered the coffee and another rye and ginger then he dialed his cell phone, "Hey! It's me...I'm still at the airport."

On the other end of the line, Alyssa said, "Sylvia didn't get caught in that accident did she? It's all over the news."

Tommy said, "She got caught in the traffic but she wasn't involved. She's here now and she offered me a room for the night and I think I'm going to take her up on it. I don't feel like another three hours on the road; and I just ordered my third rye."

"Oh really?" she said, chuckling, "Sounds like she's getting you drunk and intends to have her way with you!"

"Well, she does look pretty good," he said looking straight at Sylvia.

"Actually, Tommy," she said, "she was really helpful with that KrySylDarque scenario and she hasn't had a session since then. Why don't you do a 'perfect slave' for her tonight?"

A little surprised, he said, "Oh...I don't...she might not even want to—"

"Let me talk to her."

"No!" he said, "You'll just try to talk her into it."

Alyssa cooed, "No I won't. Come on, My Master, indulge your unworthy slave...please?"

Tommy sighed and handed the phone to Sylvia, "She wants to talk to you."

He could only hear one side of the conversation but he did notice that Sylvia blushed and turned away from him, glancing up once in a while.

"Hi, Ally, how are...Oh...actually, that would be really nice, if you're okay with...Yes, I'm sure he is. It was a long flight...Well, Kendall told me about it and I'd love to try it...Oh, are you sure? No...I mean yes, I'd like to but...Okay, thanks very much Ally, I really mean that."

She handed the phone back to Tommy and he could see that she was now noticeably red faced, actually panting a little.

"It's me again," he said.

Alyssa said, "Green light, Tommy, okay? Treat her real nice; she deserves it. And, do me a favour? Can you call me maybe an hour or so after you start? I'll need something to get me to sleep."

He chuckled and said, "Yeah okay. Love ya Babe. I'll talk to you later."

They finished their drinks then went to the parking lot and headed for Sylvia's. She hadn't seen him since before they went to BC and was understandably curious, "I can't believe that people voted for Fat Pig to win."

Tommy answered, "Well, you have to remember, it was mostly regular members of that web site, and I guess that's the kind of 'master' they're used to. Have you seen that site? I mean, most of the pictures and videos are way passed what could be called 'play'; they're more like...mutilations. In fairness though; I think it was a 'vocal minority' vote. But, don't get me wrong, I'm glad we went. Alyssa was freaking amazing! Did you watch?"

Sylvia said, "Oh yes, we all watched; you're 'clients' I mean. Kendall e-mailed all of them to let them know. You were pretty amazing too, Sammy. I held my breath when you had the whip and were looking at Fat Pig. I thought you were going to cut him to ribbons."

"You mean, when he laughed after I clipped Ally's butt? Yeah, that took a lot of self control. I still wish I had a chance to show him what a bullwhip can really do."

Sylvia then said, "Uh...Ally said that we could, you know..."

"Oh yeah, I'd really enjoy a 'perfect slave' thing with you if you like. I'm a little tired but—"

She interrupted, "Kendall told me about her 'park and play' sessions. I'd like to try that."

He laughed and said, "I don't know were they come up with these names but, yeah, that would be perfect. Oh, and I've got a green light so...whatever you want, you know?"

"Ally is such a doll!" said Sylvia.

* * *

As soon as they entered the foyer, Sylvia stepped to the side and kicked off her shoes. She had been consciously walking around the house in bare feet ever since that weekend back at Darquesied's ranch but now, with him here, she actually felt a little flush. As they went into the living room, she asked, "When should we start, Sam?"

"Whenever you're comfortable," he said, "but remember; once we start, you're mine for the night. We don't stop until I release you—except 'Philadelphia', of course."

She said, "I understand...I made a Shepard's pie for supper but I'll have to put it back in the oven for twenty minutes or so. I could take care of that and go get ready then we could start when I serve dinner. I've got a few...uh...things that you might want to use."

"A few things, eh?" he said, "Well, now I'm curious."

As Sylvia headed for the kitchen, she stopped and said, "Oh...I've got satellite now so, if there's anything on that you like..."

"Well, 'Battlestar Gallactica' is on later but, it's okay, Ally will tape it—"

"If you like, "she said, "you could watch it while I'm parked."

As she continued to the kitchen, Tommy couldn't help but smile at the "parked" thing. At the ranch the 'perfect slave' scenario was usually done in the evening, after dinner; and after a full day's session. It usually only lasted an hour or so because Tommy would be fairly tired, but he felt he had to always keep things exciting for the girls. Kendall put forth the "park and play" idea during one of her sessions.

She had read in several stories where the slave would be kneeling in place for long periods of time; ready for use when the master felt the urge. Tommy was not exactly sure what she meant so she demonstrating by having him sit and watch TV while she knelt up, off her heels, facing the wall. She was naked and knelt with her knees apart and hands behind her head. She was essentially "parked" while he relaxed and, periodically, he would whip her bum with a flogger so she wouldn't forget he was there. They did other things later but she loved the fact that the "perfect slave" thing could go on much longer. And, as it turned out, many of the other women enjoyed it as well.

Sylvia came into the room with a cup of tea, dinner utensils, and a serviette, "Dinner's just about ready, "she said, "so...what should I do?"

"I'd like you to remove your clothing now, fold them neatly, then take them to your bedroom and return with the 'things' you mentioned earlier."

"Yes, My Master," she said.

As she began to undo the buttons of her white blouse, Sylvia realized that she was blushing; surprising her a bit considering that he had certainly seen her naked before; and he had touched her and done things to her in ways that no one else had.

She slid the blouse off her shoulders, folded it, then undid the button on her black slacks and slowly slid them off. She kept her eyes down but she could feel his exploring every square inch of her as she removed her black lace bra and added it to the tidy pile of clothes. She turned and slowly slid her panties down, bending at the waist as she went. Kendall had shown her this one night and it was definitely sexier than just pulling the panties off.

She turned back, placed the panties on the pile, then stood with eyes down, hands behind her back, and feet apart, "Will I take the clothes to the bedroom now?"

Tommy said, "Yes please, and bring back the items you bought."

"Yes, My Master."

She returned with a large shopping bag, handed it to him, and then resumed her position in front of him.

"My, my!" he said as he peered in the bag and saw a full set of leather cuffs, a beautiful deerskin flogger, a rubber flogger, two ball gags, bondage tape, blindfolds, and...an expensive leather collar.

He held up the collar and said, "What is this?"

"It's a slave's collar, My Master," she said, annoyed with herself that she was again blushing.

"And why do you have it?"

"I...I wear it sometimes...When I saw Ally wearing it for that game...it was so...sexy—"

Tommy said, "Please kneel here, with your back to me; and hold your hair up."

She did as he asked and he fastened the collar around her, ensuring that it was not too tight by sliding three fingers between it and her neck. As the back of his fingers touched her skin Tommy heard her breathing change and, realizing that she was already pretty excited, he said, "Back up a little...knees apart, please."

She shuffled backwards until she was less than a foot from the sofa, kneeling between his legs. He began to lightly run his hands over her shoulders, down her back, and over her bum. She shivered as his hands softly traveled back up her sides and forward, over her breasts. He tenderly tweaked her nipples and she moaned as she felt them go from rock hard to diamond hard.

She had her eyes closed and, still holding her hair up, she was trying not to move but, when he leaned down and softly kissed the nape of her neck, she got light headed and lost her balance a bit. She repositioned herself and whispered, "Sorry, My Master."

Saying nothing, he ran his hands gently down her chest and tummy, then just his fingertips over her abdomen and pubes. He then slid one hand back, over her bum, then down, gliding two fingers between her tender labia. His other hand had simultaneously moved down to her eager clit.

As both hands continued their tender teasing he said, "You're very wet, my little slave."

"Yyyess, My Master," she whispered.

He said, "Do you like what I'm doing now? Would you like me to continue?"

"Oh YES, My Master...please," she panted.

"If I do this nice thing for you, what will you do for me?"

Gasping short breaths now, she said, "Anything, My Master, anything you ask!"

"Are you sure?" he said, "No matter how cruel or how humiliating?"

At that moment he could have told her to eat the sofa and she would have happily complied, "ANYTHING, My Master! No matter how cruel or how humiliating! Please, My Master!"

He increased his rubbing against her throbbing clitoris and slid his fingers into her. She couldn't help but grind her hips into his hands and climaxed almost immediately. She started to jerk against the instant sensitively but then Tommy said, "Don't fight me...keep pushing against my hands."

She tried to obey, humping his hands but her hips would involuntarily jerk away. Her face scrunched up and her neck and shoulders cringed as she fought her own body and tried push into him. Finally, he withdrew his fingers and just softly rubbed between her legs, allowing her to come down.

Still panting, she whispered, "Ohhhh...thank you, My Master. That was very nice."

He said, "Yes, I enjoyed it too. Now, I need to get cleaned up and then I'd like to try the Shepard's pie."

"I can clean your hands for you, My Master," she said.

"That would be fine," he said.

Sylvia then jumped up and quickly returned with a wet, soapy face cloth and a towel. She knelt in front of him, took his right hand, and, surprising him a little, she tenderly placed his fingers, one at a time, into her mouth. She licked and sucked them then wiped them with the wet cloth. She repeated the process with his other hand, dried them and then tenderly kissed his palms and said, "Can I get your dinner now?"

"Uh...Yes, please."

She was back in no time with a plate of Shepard's pie which she handed to him, then she knelt in front of him, sitting on her heels, eyes down, knees wide apart, and arms by her sides. Tommy looked at her while he ate; marveling at her soft, sensuous beauty. He smiled and shook his head a bit as he realized how lucky he was at that moment. He chuckled out loud when he remembered that most women paid him for this!

Then he said, "Are you blushing, my little slave?"

"Yes, My Master," she whispered.

"Why?"

"Because, My Master," she said, "when I know you're looking at me...at my body...I...I get excited."

"I see," said Tommy, "Well, it's about twenty minutes before the show starts so it would be nice if you would entertain me."

"Oh, certainly, My Master," she said, "What would you like?"

He said, "What's your favourite music group?"

"Uh...I like ABBA, My Master."

"ABBA, eh?" he said, "Let's see...Do you know the words to...uh...Oh...! Andante, Andante?"

"Yes, My Master," she said, "It's one of my favourites."

"Excellent," said Tommy, "Then I would like you to touch yourself with one hand between your legs and the other slowly and softly rubbing and squeezing your beautiful breasts. I would also like you to sing Andante, Andante while you touch yourself; sing it to me as lovingly as you can...See if you can get through the first chorus."

"Yes, My Master. I'll try me best."

Then she closed her eyes, rubbed and squeezed her breasts as Tommy had instructed, began to slowly rub between her legs, and softly sang, "Take it easy with me, please...Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze...Take your time, make it slow...Andante, Andante...Just let the feeling grow."

This idea had just popped into his head but it was instantly becoming one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. She had a sweet voice, singing just above a whisper. Her head was tilted back; she was moving, undulating into her own touch, her moans mixing with the song, "Make your fingers soft and light...ohhhh...Let your body be the velvet of the night...uhmmm..."

She was beginning to pant and her gyrating became more pronounced. He wasn't sure he could make it to the end of the chorus, let alone her. Her voice rose with, "Touch my soul...ohhhhh...you know how...mmmmAndante, Andante...Go slowly with me now..."

He was desperately fighting the urge to just throw her down on the floor and screw her into the next time zone. Her voice rose even higher as she hit the chorus, "I'm your music...ohhhgawd...I'm your song...ohmmm...Play me time and time again and make me strong...huuuuuuu..."

Tommy put the plate down, stood and dropped his slacks and jockeys, still forcing himself not to take her...yet. She opened her eyes when she felt his hands on the side of her head. She started to move towards him but he said, "NO, no! Keep going, keep singing!"

She was very close now as she gulped and gasped, "Ohhhhh...Make me sing...OHHHH...make me sound...Oh-Oh-OHAndante, Andante...OHHH I'M CLOSE... Tread lightly on my ground...OHHHHHGAWD!"

He pulled her head forward and immediately plunged deep into her mouth. She gagged a bit but began to suck hard as she oozed liquid onto her own hand. Her head was spinning again, trying to concentrate on his cock and her orgasm at the same time. She rubbed herself harder, and sucked him harder yet, as she felt his fluid burst into her mouth. He pushed himself all the way in and held her head, again causing her to gag, then he eased up, regaining a tiny bit of composure.

He began to withdraw but she was still sucking like she never wanted it to leave. There was an audible "Splootch" when he finally pulled out.

Tommy's knees were weak and he leaned forward, putting his hands on her shoulders. She reached and pulled his jockeys up, and then she pulled his slacks up and, as she fastened the waist button, she softly sang, "Andante, Andante...Oh please don't let me down."

He chuckled, collapsed back in the couch, and said, "Jesus! You sure didn't let me down, my little slave. That was...interesting!"

A little winded herself, Sylvia could only say, "Thank you...My Master."

Tommy lay back and closed his eyes, needing some time to catch his breath. They had only just started and she had already had two class A orgasms so, Sylvia too was glad that his upcoming program would give her a little break.

"Your show is about to start so...should I 'park?'" she said.

He turned on the TV and said, "Yes...sure...over in front of the wall please. Kneel up; hands behind you head."

"Yes, My Master," she said as she shuffled over to the wall and assumed the position. She knew she would have to stay like that for a while; probably until the first commercial. He would then, most likely, flog her bottom with the deerskin so that, as he put it, she wouldn't forget he was there.

About fifteen minutes later she braced herself as she heard the program go to commercial. She waited, anticipating the first lash, but nothing happened, and the show resumed. He was tricky; she knew that, so maybe he was going to whip her between commercials, just to catch her off guard. Again she waited as the second commercial break started but...still nothing. She wanted to turn and look but it occurred to her that she would be probably be punished. Once she realized that her punishment would likely be whipping with the deerskin, so she really had nothing to lose, she turned and peeked.

He was fast asleep on the couch with her large, gray tabby cat lazily curled up in his inviting lap. She didn't really know what to do at that point. Was he just having a little nap? The cat sure seemed to be settled in for the long haul. Sylvia did some quick, mental math and, after figuring out that, with his traveling back and forth, he had been awake for about twenty hours, she had to assume that he was out for the night.

She decided to get off her knees and, as quietly as she could, she cleaned up a bit and tidied up the kitchen. He had pulled her oversized ottoman close to the couch and had slouched down, lying almost prone, so she took the comforter from her bed, snuggled in beside him, and pulled the cover over them both.

She had been looking forward to feeling the touch of the unbelievably soft deerskin flogger; especially from his artful hand, but this was nice; nestled in beside him. The two orgasms had been wonderful; especially that last one so, all in all, she was content.

As she drifted off, a little smile crept across her lips and the song 'Andante, Andante' wafted her to sleep.

* * *

"I'm really sorry, Syl. I didn't realize I was that tired," Tommy said, as he sipped his coffee at the little island counter in the kitchen.

Sylvia said, "It's okay, Sammy. It was a long day for me too so it was nice to just snuggle up like we did."

"Yeah, but still..." he said, "I owe you a good whipping."

They both laughed and she said, "Boy! That's not something you can often say to a girl at breakfast...! But...I had a nice time Sammy. I did have two nice 'spritzes'—especially that last one."

"'Spritzes?'"

"That's what we used to call them in high school," she explained.

Tommy chuckled, then said, "Okay...Oh, about that 'Andante' thing. Can that be our little secret for now?"

"Oh, of course," she said, "Whatever happens in 'perfect slave' stays in 'perfect slave.' Why? Is Ally going to have to sing for her spritz tonight?"

Again he chuckled, "Maybe...I don't know if something that was impromptu can be as good when it's recreated, but it was erotic as hell. Her taste in music is a bit eclectic so I'd have to hunt for a good song. I'm not sure if she's an ABBA fan; too bad 'cause that 'Andante' song was perfect."