An hour later Chase took her into the club to a crowd of men waiting for her. Her Master took her to a mat on the floor, hooking the chain behind it to her collar. It gave her a little slack, but not enough to stand.
"You will be here, Pleasure. Clients will come to you. Unlike my other slaves, you are allowed as many releases you can, in fact, I will be told how many times you do not." Chase told her as he looked to the men waiting in a semi-circle around her. "She may not stand, a slave like her needs to be reminded of her place, at our cocks. If she tries to stand, tell me and next time I will hobble her. Make your payments to the bartender, but remember what happened to the last person who harmed my slave.
"There are some rules tonight for my slave. Clients must last at least five minutes to report her lack of participation. Anyone who can't...well, I suggest you be some where else." Chase warned. "Enjoy."
With that, he left his slave dying for her first client. As soon as one walked to her, Chase could see her moaning in desire. The first client helped her along, groping her chest as he shoved his cock in her throat. He had just made it to the elevator to his workshop when he heard his pleasure whore cry out in pleasure. It seemed his lesson was quickly learned.
* * * * * * *
Pleasure tossed and turned on her mat, restless. She wasn't making noise to trigger her collar but she was not resting quietly. Chase was bent over his work in his office, listening to his slave change sides once again.
Most of the others were dozing, with the exception of Useless and Cocksucker who were in his workshop undergoing more conditioning.
Finally Chase slammed down his project and stormed through the hallways of his Dungeon. A leash and a cane were his usual implements finding their way into his hands. He moved inside Pleasure's cell and lashed out with his cane, landing a blow on her stomach.
"Ohhhhh, Master. Thank you Master." she writhed on the floor after being struck.
"Get up, you stupid cunt." Chase demanded and Pleasure complied, her legs rubbing together. A snap on her calf and inner thigh had her still, but moaning. He leashed her and practically pulled her into one of the punishment rooms, throwing her over a table. "You had better explain yourself or I will beat you bloody."
"Oh, Master. This slave is desperate for stimulation. Master has demanded it crave attention, and it does, Master. But Master has deprived it of any to rest or sleep. The slave begs Master to help her to obey."
The cane landed three times on her breasts which only caused the slave to squirm and throw her head back. Chase brought in clamps, restraints, her belt and a gag. Pleasure's mouth was watering as she regarded the implements he held.
Cups sucked her nipples into smaller tubes, forcing a gasp then a moan from her. She allowed a quiet, but constant steam of appreciation to flow from her lips until Chase paused. She twisted on the table to stimulate her nipples and Chase slapped her across the cheek.
"Stay still, you stupid slut." Chase pulled on the clamps as his weapon of choice landed on her ass. The pleasure whore whimpered but remained still. He pulled her arms severely behind her back, snapping them in a restraint. It made it impossible for her to move her arms, but thrust out her breasts which were still gently being sucked on.
However, she was unable to contain herself as Chase shoved in both dildos on her belt to her cunt and ass. A noise between a sob and moan escaped the female. After another slap Chase showed her a eleven inch cock gag which she willingly opened her mouth to take.
Once settled Chase attached a small tube to the gag. Feeling the suction increase as she breathed, Pleasure moaned and sent a vibrating sensation over her sensitive nipples.
Now, trussed and gag, still bent over the table in the room Pleasure started to calm down. Chase circled her, hand running over her body. Her eyes closed as she felt her Master's touch, soft but still in control.
"Perhaps I need to rethink accommodations for my pleasure whores." he mused aloud to himself. The slave who begged for bondage was breathing slower, relaxing and perhaps falling asleep. Knowing she had fidgeted for hours, he didn't doubt the cock hungry slave was exhausted. He looked around his Dungeon, his mind designing the space as he thought.
It would require his slaves to be put into a stasis, while he worked, but might give him areas for each kind of slave he maintained now. Shaking his head at the thought of the cost, he would start in his workshop
