Jamie looked over at Ray as he spoke to greet her:
"Good evening, Jamie." He said as he looked her up and down.
"Good evening, Ray." She replied. Ray gave her a puzzled look.
"Ray?" he said in a questioning way. "Are you forgetting Shannon's orders so soon?"
Jamie paused, confused, and looked at him as he raised his eyebrows to press his question. It clicked when he did that.
"Oh no, I'm sorry. Master. Master Ray. I'm sorry Master. I wasn't sure if I was officially accepted as a.... you know...." she stammered as she trailed off.
"Our slave?" he said.
"Yeah, your slave. Shannon said..." Jamie started to say, catching her mistake immediately before Ray could correct her, "I mean Miss Shannon. Sorry. Miss Shannon said I wasn't in just yet and I had to prove myself."
"Good catch, don't let that happen again." He said calmly. "And she prefers "Goddess" from her slaves, addressing her as Goddess may get you some brownie points you may really need."
He led her through the house and back to the room where they had wrestled. As she walked back she began to hear noises like someone was pounding a heavy bag. She also heard grunts and groans and shouts of "MERCY" from a desperate sounding man. When she opened the door the source of the noises was revealed immediately.
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Ray noticed how good she looked in her tight jeans and t shirt with the minor league team's logo on it. She paired it with some flat shoes, no socks that he could see, hair in a ponytail, and light makeup. He loved this look on a woman.
Ray had always loved this look. Sure, the girls look "good" when they put hours into hair/makeup and put on designer club wear that shows off cleavage and belly button, but he honestly felt it was too much. Too much makeup nearly always detracted from their look, very seldom did in enhance it. And sure, it was great to see their tits trying to push out of their top or their shorts so short their ass just might fall out of them, but again it was too much.
For him, this was the best look a girl could offer: simple. The jeans showed off the curves of her ass and hips, the makeup accented her features while not hiding them, and the tight t shirt showed roughly how big her boobs were while leaving something to his imagination.
'And it looks like she came here without taking the extra two minutes to change. That's a great sign!' He thought silently as they small talked.
He led her down to the workout room where David may or may not still be breathing, all the while thinking about how she would do with her tests this weekend.
'This bitch may be ours by tomorrow, and I would love to have my balls polished again....' He thought deviously. 'Shannon baby don't let me down!'
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Jamie watched in disbelief as Shannon was in the ring dressed like a professional boxer: red boxing gloves, red sports bra, red boxing style trunks like the men wore, and red boots that went nearly to her knees and laced up from just above the ankle. The shorts had a huge and thick belt that sat high on the waist and above her belly button. They were baggy and hung past her mid-thigh. Her blonde hair was in pig tails held by red ribbons dangling past her ears.
'Not a very flattering look for a woman like her, but whatever.' Jamie thought silently.
Shannon was in the middle of beating the shit out of a person who was heavily padded. They had on the large and thickly padded helmet and thick padded vest that Jamie had noticed last time she was in the room. It covered their torso and he wore black gym shorts with it. Had it not been for the voiced cries of "Mercy!", Jamie would not have known if it were a man or a woman when she walked in due to the padding and helmet. She realized it was an older man as she got closer and saw the silver white hair on his legs.
This guy needed every bit of that padding as Shannon was really working him over. He wasn't fighting back, nor did he even have gloves on, he was simply getting pushed around and pummeled. The trash talk was constant through Shannon's labored, heavy breaths. The F word, cock sucker, mother f'er and other profanity spewed from her mouth as she let this poor guy have it. Periodically he would cry "MERCY!! PLEASE MERCY GODDESS MERCY!!" and she would stop, humiliate him verbally, then continue.
Ray led Jamie up to the ropes for a closer look and it was obvious it had been going on for a while. She could see his red face for brief moments while he hopelessly tried to hide from the beating she was delivering. Shannon was bouncing around on her toes like a pro, moving left and right to punish this man and push him from corner to corner. Once she got him in the corner, she treated him like a heavy bag until he cried for mercy. She was sweating profusely, and her sports bra and the top of her belted shorts were dark red from soaking up her perspiration.
Jamie had never seen such a spectacle. She wondered whose idea this was: the man or Shannon? Either way, it was quite the scene as well as quite the physical and technical display from Shannon: she obviously had trained in boxing and was in incredible shape.
Jamie watched for a few more minutes until a kick to his padded midsection with her booted left foot and shin double him over and a right cross to his padded head just as he began to straighten himself dropped him to the mat. Shannon berated him for falling and looked to be ready to continue the beating when he started crying the same words over and over:
"I submit Goddess I submit! I submit! Please, please Goddess no more! I'm begging! I submit!"
His words came out quickly and in an obviously panicked tone, confusing Jamie even more.
"You fucking pussy!" Shannon laughed as she spoke the words through deep, labored breaths. "You are fucking pathetic!"
The man cowered, but Shannon was done beating him. She walked over and put her red booted foot on his padded chest and continued berating him mercilessly with the most profane sentences Jamie had ever heard. She mixed in the occasional stomp on his chest and then moved her boot to his face, grinding the sole into his padded face. Then, all of a sudden, it was over. She took her boot off his face and said:
"All right you fucker, if you think you have had enough..." she said calmly although still breathing heavily from the exertion of pummeling this man ".... get the fuck out of here, go jerk your little prick like we both know you want to, I don't want to see you again tonight. If I see you again, it's fucking chastity."
"Yes Goddess! Thank you so much Goddess! Thank you! Thank you for this! I loved it! I loved it! I love you!" he blathered nervously as he got up and left the ring. Once out of the ring, he went to the far side of the room and removed his helmet and all the protective padding he was wearing and left the room. Before he left, Jamie noticed his hair was mostly gray and he looked to be in his late 40's or mid 50's.
'He looks a bit old to take that kind of abuse,' She thought silently 'and he seemed to be enjoying it. I wonder if that was for his fun or for Shannon's fun?'
Shannon looked over at her and Master Ray.
"Jamie! Good to see you. How are you doing and how was your minor league game?" She asked, her breathing becoming easier with each passing minute
"It was fun Goddess, thank you." Jamie responded.
"Good. Did you bring something sexy to wear?" She asked.
