True to her word, the beautiful Yvoine was at Travis's house in thirty minutes. He had given Sara strict instructions that she could not talk to Yvoine, at least not tonight, and she was not to interfere or interrupt the session. In preparation to Yvoine's arrival, he had insisted that they both dress, not in casual clothes, but clothing that denoted authority and superiority. It was basically a business suit he wore, and Sara wore the dress she had been attired in when coming over to his place for their date.
Sara wasn't sure what to expect, but was excited to see what would happen.
Yvoine arrived at the house driving a new and expensive sedan. Nothing outrageous, but it was enough for Sara to realize that Yvoine had access to money, much more than either she or Travis made. This intrigued her. Why would a woman who was well-off put herself in a position of a slave to a very middle-class, though handsome, man?
As she exited the vehicle and crossed the short driveway, Sara caught a quick glimpse through the living room window of the slim, petite woman with long dark hair as she ducked into the house's side entrance. Yvoine was casually dressed, black slacks and a plain green blouse, and was otherwise unremarkable. The door shut behind her and Travis waited a minute before getting off the couch and walking to the kitchen.
Sara followed him and what she saw was remarkable. In the short span of time since Yvoine had entered the house she had somehow managed to strip herself naked. She was kneeling on the tiled floor, her head bowed, the long black hair framing and obscuring her face. Her arms were folded behind her back, out of the way so that she displayed both her small breasts and shaved pudendum. Her nipples were still pierced with the silver rings Sara had seen in the pictures. On the floor in front of her knees was a black leather collar with silver ornaments.
She was beautiful and totally at easy. Sara was jealous and aroused. Her heart was thumping in her chest and the pit of her stomach was a tight know. More importantly the slit between Sara's legs was rapidly moistening. All of these were good signs to Sara, she was nervous and excited and didn't know what to do with herself.
Luckily this was routine to Travis and he took control of the situation. If Yvoine was even aware of Sara's presence, she gave no indication. Travis said nothing, but simply snapped his fingers. Yvoine dropped down to the floor, her ass in the air, displaying the small, taut globes to both Sara and Travis. But it wasn't a display for their amusement; Yvoine had actually grabbed the collar between her teeth and was now crawling on hands and knees to deliver it to Travis.
After her short trek across the room he took it from her lips and knelt next to his slave. Pushing back her hair, Travis quickly buckled the black leather around her neck. Sara only caught a glimpse of the woman's sharp, attractive features before her hair fell back in place.
Travis stood up and snapped his fingers again. Yvoine responded by getting off her hands and kneeling in her resting position. "Go to the playroom," he ordered her, not harshly, but as one would command a pet who was eager to play with a favorite toy. "You may walk."
Wanting to ask a question, Sara turned toward Travis to speak, but he simply held up a finger and told her no. Remembering their agreement, she kept quiet and followed the two to the playroom.
The entrance to the basement of Travis's house was off the back entrance hall. Although she knew of its existence, Sara never had reason to go down to the basement before. Before she descended the stairs, following Yvoine's rounded posterior and Travis's blond head, she noticed a pile of clothing on a small table in the corner near the exterior door. It was obviously Yvoine's, all neatly folded and stacked, from bottom to top, slacks, blouse, panties and jewelry but no bra. Her shoes were neatly placed under the table. The jewelry caught her eye for a moment. The small collection consisted of two rings, neither of them engagement or wedding bands, a watch, a pair of simple sapphire earrings and a thin and elaborately twisted bracelet. All of it looked expensive.
How had she managed to strip so quickly and fold her clothes? Sara wondered. With enough practice anything can be done quickly and efficiently. How long had Yvoine been Travis's slave?
Not wanting to miss anything, Sara quickly hurried down the stairs and found Yvoine once again kneeling on the floor, eyes downcast. Travis was slowly circling her, perhaps inspecting her body for some flaw, maybe just waiting to see what the anticipation would do to either woman. In his hand he held a small paddle, wood overlain with leather, not unlike a table tennis paddle, but slightly longer and heavier, and obviously designed for more sinister purposes.
Sara listened while Travis continued to circle his slave, the paddle lightly tapping against his clothed thigh, and he started to question her.
"How long as it been since I last saw you?"
"Six days and eight hours, master," Yvoine replied in a soft voice. This was part of their routine so her words didn't tremble, but the woman put enough lilt on them to make Sara wonder if she had voice training some time in her past.
"How many times have you fucked since then?"
"Twice, master."
Sara wondered if that was true and if there was anyway for Travis to verify it.
"Men or women."
"A man both times, master."
"One of your regulars?" he asked unkindly.
"Yes, sir."
This startled Sara. Was the woman a prostitute? Her first instincts told her no, a hooker could not afford the car, clothing and jewelry Yvoine had displayed. Perhaps she was a call girl, a high-priced escort?
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, master, for whatever you desire."
Travis broke out of his steady stride circling Yvoine, stepped over to Sara and handed her the paddle. At first she was to scared, to startled to take it, but the look Travis gave her compelled her to follow his wishes. Something about him had changed. Upstairs he had been a fun, exciting lover. But now he was something else, a dominant man who wanted his wishes fulfilled.
She took the proffered handle from him. It was smooth and warm, she wasn't sure it the smoothness was from steady use or careful polishing, but the warmth surely came from his firm hand.
Instead of barking an order at either woman, Travis instead walked over to a small wooden cabinet and pulled several items from the top drawer, leaving Sara to stand stupidly holding the paddle. She didn't mind. She was too intrigued by the ritual to pay any attention to how she was treated.
The items in Travis's hands were cuffs, matching black cuffs that went with the collar around Yvoine's neck. These he buckled on each wrist then ordered her to her feet. It was only now that Sara realized the basement was a full size, now one with a low clearance ceiling. Sometime in the past the basement had been finished over, not in the style of a storage room or perhaps a child's rumpus room, but it was entirely designed for Travis's sexual amusement. Dark wood paneling covered the walls. A small assortment of paddles, lashes and restraints hung from pegs near the door. Who knew what was in the cabinet from where Travis had removed the cuffs. There were a few unrecognizable pieces of furniture on the opposite side of the room along with a mattress and blanket on a metal frame. In the far corner was an open door through which Sara could see a small bathroom.
On the ceiling were a variety of hooks to which heavy silver chains were attached, held up by simple tie-backs. Travis took down a pair of these chains, attached them to the D-rings on Yvoine's cuffs, then used a hand-cranked winch bolted to the wall to slowly pull her up to her feet. She followed the pull gracefully, once again causing Sara to wonder if the slave had some formal dance training. Her arms stretched up and reached toward the ceiling. Travis only stopped cranking the winch when Yvoine was resting only on the balls of her feet. She wasn't in pain, her eyes stayed downcast, it was a ritual they had obviously followed in the past.
"Spank her," Travis ordered Sara.
