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.
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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.
