Another season passed. And then another year. Training under Ms. Kathleen's tutelage brought Amanda's knowledge of domination; of sadism and masochism; of the intricate needs and unspoken wants of the guests that came to call; to a better and broader view.
Amanda no longer craved Ms. Kathleen's approval, yet was filled with pride nonetheless when submissives would call and ask specifically to be trained by her. Ms. Kathleen, in turn, had smiled and continued her guidance in more of an equal stance than a mentor.
As another spring came to Ms. Kathleen's lovely home and training grounds, Ms. Kathleen decided it was time for a lifestyle get together, and set a block of two weeks aside at the end of May. The first week would be spent getting ready for the event itself. The second week would be the get together; discussions, training, scening, some specific vendors would be allowed, but this was not to be a commercially motivated forum. It was a chance for some of Ms. Kathleen's long time clients to visit her as she tended to be too busy to go out visiting on her own. When Ms. Kathleen vacationed, she tended to go into seclusion and not even tell Amanda where she planned to go. Mitchell would go with her and would keep her confidential plans just that.
Amanda looked down at her computer once more, stretching her arms above her head. Even the daunting task of preparing for this party was affecting her. So many Dominants tended to have such egos, and she wasn't there to pander to them. She smiled, remembering Sean's reaction from the first time she told him of Ms. Kathleen's plans.
"She's got to be kidding," Sean said as he licked softly at her shoulder. They were cuddled together in bed, preparing for sleep, discussing each other's week. During the week, they still kept separate residences; her staying with Ms. Kathleen at her home and Sean in his apartment near his practice. On the weekend, though, they came together and shared with each other not only their love, but each detail of their lives apart. It was like most people shared each day, but held in check until they were together once again.
"Not only is she not kidding, she's going all out and making it like an old time camp out gathering. The back field is being plowed and then compressed to be prepared for tents and such. She even has one of those huge barrel barbecue pits leased and has Mitchell practicing on it with our dinners." Amanda let her nails scrape through Sean's hair. She so enjoyed the times they were able to share. When she had first gotten back she was a tad bit depressed thinking for sure they weren't going to have the closeness that they shared on the houseboat. Sean was persistent though, making even Ms. Kathleen laugh with true admiration at the courting ways of a true gentleman.
Sean shook his head in disbelief and nibbled softly on her before lifting his head once more. "You're going to be busy then."
Amanda smiled softly. "I am down for two of the training sessions. Wax play and the crop. Want to be my ‘victim'?"
Sean shivered and returned her smile. "Not this time, lovely Mistress. I don't think I'd be able to relax knowing how many people will be watching. I'm not into public scening you know."
"I know darling." Amanda chuckled and let her hand drop against his chest, twining her finger around into small circles into his chest hair.
Lost in the memory of the conversation, Amanda didn't hear Mitchell come up to her door, holding several CDs.
"Ahem," Mitchell smiled at her as she jumped slightly, her cheeks blushing as the memory faded away.
"Hi there!" Amanda grinned. "What's up?" She turned slightly in the chair and faced him. In the past several months, there had been several computer upgrades to the point she now had a 21" monitor and the ability to save as much information that she needed, including a Zip drive with vast amounts of information stored on a multitude of zip disks.
"I have some scene music that needs to be listened to. Ms. Kathleen has the other half of this collection. Would you be so kind to listen to it while you work?" Mitchell held up a handful of about 15 discs.
"Sure. Something that is relatively simple compared to your culinary efforts. Has Ms. Kathleen ever had a party like this before?" Amanda took the CDs and flipped through them.
"Before we came here there was a small dungeon party that she hosted. It was disastrous. Several people that showed up were not invited and were inebriated. You know how Ms. Kathleen feels about mixing scening and drinking. Not a wise choice. She was livid and at THAT time swore she wouldn't have another. I think.." Mitchell paused and looked down, blushing slightly at his own gossip.
"What?" Amanda encouraged him to continue.
"I think this will be YOUR coming out party, per se." Mitchell dug his toe into the carpet.
"Oh?" Amanda blinked. True, she still wasn't too known by the Dominants, who, when they called, assumed that she was a submissive. However, the submissives that did show up knew within the day of their arrival who she was and that she would be taking part of their training. Ms. Kathleen made it known very quickly if they didn't.
"I shouldn't have told you," Mitchell said with a sigh. "You don't need that kind of pressure on you."
"However," Amanda replied as she idly flipped through the Cds, "I am very grateful for the heads up."
Mitchell nodded and slipped quietly from the room.
Amanda shook her head, smiling. She turned back to the guest list and looked with new eyes at those that had RSVP'd. She noticed several names that were common to her that had replied earlier than the others. Dominants that she had talked with quite often over the months.
So many things to do. They were down to the last two weeks. This week there were only two guests and Ms. Kathleen was taking care of them personally. The back field was done and chalk marked out into individual camp grounds. The bunkhouse would be useful for the toilets and showering facilities. The weather had been iffy but was predicted to be spectacular in the coming weeks. The dungeon itself had gone through a thorough detailed cleaning, with the help of visiting guests, and was prepared for the training sessions. And even with all that done, the check list of things to be done seemed endless. Even as she slipped the first of the CDs into the drive to begin her task from Mitchell, she opened up her email once more to collect even more replies to the invitations.
Ms. Kathleen poked her head in the door of Amanda's room several hours later, smiling. "Got a moment, Miss Amanda?"
Amanda looked up and cocked an eyebrow at the tone. Ms. Kathleen hardly ever called her by that name. "Did you need something, Ma'am?"
"Don't Ma'am me, you little brat girl. Just come tell me why there are sterling silver roses sitting on my desk with your name on the card and not mine." Ms. Kathleen winked and slipped back out.
Sterling silver roses dredged up a powerful memory and she closed the application she was working on to go see if her hunch was right. She rose from her chair and stretched her arms above her head and then touched her toes. There was something about sitting so long that made her want to stretch out like a cat any chance she got.
As she entered Ms. Kathleen's den, it was apparent from her first impression of the over indulgent bouquet that her hunch was correct. She shook her head slowly and smiled weakly at Ms. Kathleen before crossing to pull the card out.
"Looking forward to seeing you again, or rather, you seeing to me again.-Gregory" Reading the card, Ms. Kathleen shook her head and laughed softly. "He's persistent, isn't he?"
"No. I honestly think he's just a very ‘needy' person. Definitely high-maintenance. He needs to find someone with enough energy to match his." Amanda sat down in front of Ms. Kathleen's desk and fingered the petals of one of the buds. "Can I ask you a personal question?"
Ms. Kathleen looked up from her paperwork and smiled. "Sure hon. What's on your mind?"
Amanda paused for a few moments, choosing her words carefully. "Do you love Mitchell?"
Ms. Kathleen compressed her lips together and set her pen down. She steepled her fingers and gazed across at the younger woman. "That is a very interesting question. Before answering you, may I ask what it was that made you ask it?"
Amanda again paused, looking at the flowers, looking at her hands, looking anywhere as if seeking her words to come from air. Then in a rush, she finally replied, "I think I'm falling in love with Sean."
Ms. Kathleen smiled deeply. "It happens. But you have more than a kink relationship with him, don't you? I think Sean is a wonderful man, Amanda and I hope that he makes you very happy. As for my relationship with Mitchell; yes, I love him very much. He's been my companion for almost twenty years now. Oh we do have differences of opinion now and then. I hate the idea of a conventional marriage and he agreed long ago that he wasn't interested in that sort of union. So we live, love and laugh together without the strictures of society. It is what makes me what I am today; that much stronger because I have Mitchell with me."
Amanda listened and heard the true depth of feeling in Ms. Kathleen's words. She understood that the bonds were there if not with conventional ties.
Ms. Kathleen leaned forward and lifted Amanda's chin, looking into her eyes. "Now, let me ask you a question. Do you feel that your love for Sean will impede your passion when it's comes to work?"
Amanda thought carefully before replying. There had been a couple of male submissives over the past year that had specifically come to Ms. Kathleen's for sexual tutelage in how to please a woman first before their own sexual needs were met. Ms. Kathleen had handled these cases but had allowed Amanda to study her techniques. Amanda knew there may come a time when she would be asked to train a male submissive in this way. She thought about Sean and how he may feel about the situation, and realized that Sean would be supportive as he had always been if this was a way that her career as a Dominant would be taken. "I think that I would be a bit more hesitant about some things, however, what I currently do in my work," Amanda paused and looked directly into Ms. Kathleen's eyes, "in all aspects of my work, shouldn't be affected."
"Good girl," Ms. Kathleen released her chin and changed the topic. "How are the reservations coming?"
Amanda smiled. "Most everyone has responded enthusiastically. I am very interested in meeting your old friends, Judith and Allen."
"Ah ha!" Ms. Kathleen laughed. "I just bet you are. You don't get a chance to meet too many people that are switches here, do you?"
"I just can't imagine how they live their lives, on a day to day basis," Amanda stood up and gathered the vase of roses. "But they must be doing something right, the files say that they've been together for ten years now."
Ms. Kathleen's eyes crinkled as her smile grew. "Yes, they do seem to be doing something right."
"Thank you for the talk, Ms. Kathleen. I'll get back to my day reports now." Amanda walked to the door, shaking her head again at the roses, but with a smile on her face.
The next week came far too quickly and with a rush of preparations, the three of them were finally ready. Mitchell was to be in charge of a small army of caterers, hired through Ms. Kathleen's endless contacts of businesses that were kink friendly. Amanda was to be in charge of the tent sites and the RVs that would come in as well as the chosen few that would be accomodated in the house and the bunkhouse. Monday and Tuesday were scheduled for the training sessions, discussions, and seminars. The vendors would arrive Wednesday and leave Thursday afternoon. Thursday evening would be a semi formal fetish dinner. Then Friday and Saturday would be the demonstration scenes and play sessions. Only those that had responded would be allowed entrance. Ms. Kathleen had stipulated that in the invitations because she really disliked the people that didn't have the courtesy to respond.
Saturday was spent in going over all the details and resting up. Mitchell had fine tuned his culinary efforts with the huge barrel barbecue pit and had overstocked the pantry. Ms. Kathleen had fretted over every tiny details, but now had that serene look of being totally prepared. Amanda sat across her at the kitchen table sipping a late afternoon glass of iced coffee as Mitchell prepared them a very light dinner. The first guests would arrive the next day, mostly the ones that were planning on coming in Rvs.
Sean was going to be working this week, but he made plans to be at the dinner on Thursday and would be there with her on Saturday. Amanda knew that he wanted to be there all week, but also knew his professional responsibilities wouldn't allow him to have an extended leave of absence as his practice was extremely busy. They had both reluctantly agreed to save the time that he did have off for a small vacation further along in the summer. Amanda smiled because she remembered his passionate statement that he would "leave my damn pager at home."
Ms. Kathleen sipped her juice and sighed deeply. "I honestly think we are all ready. The catering staff will be here tomorrow morning and will receive their instructions about the event. Thank goodness they have their own recreational vehicle for accomodations. I don't think we could fit 6 more people in anywhere, unless they went into a tent on the far side of the field. And I just don't think they would appreciate that."
Mitchell laughed from the kitchen as he turned the salmon steaks in the broiler. "I don't know Mistress. From what I've heard they are pretty resourceful. They are usually called out to the local Renaissance Festivals because they don't mind being called wenches." Mitchell shut the broiler door and brought out tossed salads, placing the chilled greens before them.
Ms. Kathleen lifted an eyebrow and then winked at Amanda before tightly squeezing Mitchell's ass. "Yes my darling wench, you would know about such things." Mitchell gasped sharply and looked back at Ms. Kathleen.
"Yes, Mistress," he said huskily.
Ms. Kathleen swatted at him and laughed. "Don't burn the salmon dear."
Mitchell smiled and hurried back into the kitchen, adjusting his apron once more. Amanda had discovered over the past two years that Mitchell had always loved to cook and had even tried his hand at being a sous chef before being in the service of Ms. Kathleen. Mitchell made each dish an art form of creativity. Once Amanda had thought this was a humiliating chore, but had come to realize that for Mitchell, this was just his favorite thing in the world. Mitchell was a well rounded individual with a compassionate soul and intelligent mind. He also had a wicked sense of humor and dry wit that had caught Amanda a time or two. They had become very good friends in their time together and thinking back over the conversation with Ms. Kathleen, she really couldn't see one without the other.
The next morning arrived with an unheralded rain shower. Fortunately, rather than turning things to mud, it merely misted the scenery around the back field area. The caterers arrived just after the rain had tapered off and Amanda was amused at the sight of the disheveled four women and two men that trundled sleepily out of the RV in sweats and college t-shirts.
Mitchell paused in the doorway next to Amanda. "They look a bit tumbled now, but just you wait Miss Amanda. I've seen these folks in action. Three of them are majoring in culinary arts and also have drama as a minor. The other three have years of experience, but look younger than they are."
"I'm not concerned at all, Mitchell," Amanda turned and smiled. "I'm sure you'll have them ‘whipped' into shape."
Mitchell groaned at the pun and went out to greet the servers as old friends, talking and laughing before leading them to a section of the field set up with the barrel barbecue and an open tent with tables beneath.
Amanda yawned and stretched and set out on her morning walk around the field. She had made this her morning ritual and it gave her the time to think introspectively about her life and rate herself on how she was doing. This morning, though, she inspected as she walked, crossing off things in her mind. As she made her way back to the house, she noted how festive things looked and in her mind it did look like a RenFest. Some of the same implements, such as the pillory, would be available, but on a slightly more serious note.
She was taken slightly aback as a huge Ford truck with a camper shell attached to it's bed came sailing across the field at a rather fast pace, two huge men laughing wildly in the cab. Her jaw dropped as they finally braked in one of the designated camp sites. But as she watched each man exit the truck, she realized she knew one of them and her mouth closed, her lips smiling brightly.
"Thomas!" She said as she walked closer. "And this must be your master, Mark." She reached out her hand and gave a quick squeeze to Thomas' shoulder.
"Wow, you do remember me. And don't you look great. How ya doin, Miss Amanda?" The big man smiled heartily and turned to the other man. "Yes this, wonderful human being that he is, albeit a CRAPPY driver, is my Master Mark."
Mark laughed so hard that he actually doubled over and slapped his knees. By the time he recovered, there was still moisture in his eyes from the tears of amusement. "What a pleasure to finally meet the person behind the voice." He kissed her hand and then clasped her shoulder. "Are we the first?"
"I do believe so. Ms. Kathleen is not up yet, however if you would like to join us for breakfast, we should be having it in the house in about thirty minutes or so." Amanda looked back at the camper. "Do you need any help with your hookups?"
Tom raised his hands in a shooing motion. "Naw.. I got that all covered." He walked back to the truck and started pulling out wires and hoses.
Amanda looked at Mark once more and remembered in her training that he was considered a ‘Bear' and Thomas was a ‘cub' and that they were a homosexual couple that had a 24/7 BDSM relationship. Thomas had been back a time or two and had persisted in being called "Tom" when he was away from his master. Separately, they were each an intimidating figure. Together they had to be formidable.
"No breakfast, we were up at 4am and got an early start of the day. By lunchtime though, we'll be hungry as bears," Mark laughed again, slapping his knees and then followed after Thomas, teasing him about crossing wires.
Amanda shook her head, amused and continued on her walk, noting that the one fence was now open for the convenience of the R Vers. She waved as she passed the catering group and heard Mitchell introducing her. Rather than stopping, she continued on briskly striding up the steps to the back door and slipping through the kitchen, relieved to see a full pot of coffee brewed.
By six o'clock that evening, the rest of the campers had arrived and were enjoying themselves in the backyard. The catering staff had turned into service wenches and two leather clad men, taking their duties seriously and being efficient in every way. With relief Amanda watched as they bustled through the catering tent, refilling ice tea glasses and clearing away the paper implements of a extremely informal picnic dinner.
She had met most of the guests as they had arrived and then Ms. Kathleen had relieved her of that task. She had watched carefully all afternoon, realizing how narrow her view of BDSM was despite her open training. It appeared that each individual couple had their own definitive relationship, and because everyone was so open minded, the whole group meshed well together.
As she bent her head to take another forkful of Mitchell's wonderful pasta salad, a man came up to the table she was at and stood waiting for her attention. Amanda chewed and thoughtfully looked at the man, unwilling to speak with her mouth full of food. As she finally swallowed it down, she smiled and asked him if she could help him with something.
"I'm having a problem with need and desire," He stated simply. He was well tanned and was a little bit over dressed to be at a picnic. The knit polo shirt and the dockers would have looked better at an executive pool party.
Amanda arched an eyebrow at his statement. "The discussions and seminars don't start until tomorrow. I don't think I can help you much until..."
The man shook his head and motioned behind him. Two girls in very chic sun dresses came forward and knelt next to him. From the look of it, they had received the full force of the sun that afternoon and their poor shoulders, chest and faces carried the bright tint of red that was almost purple in it's intensity.
"This is my need," the man said, indicating one of the women, and then pointed to the other. "And that is my desire. SOMEONE forgot to pack sun protection." Both women whimpered and ducked their heads as their faces seemed to flame even more brightly.
Amanda smiled in understanding. "THAT I can help you with. I also have some aloe vera to help with what has already been done. It's still going to be a bit sore though."
The man smiled deeply. "Oh I hope so. Perhaps the pain will remind them to be a bit better in their packing next time." He snapped his fingers and the two women leapt to their feet, holding hands and walking back to their table. The man paused though and held out his hand. "I'm Peter, by the way. So you are the Miss Amanda I'm hearing so much about."
Amanda wrinkled her brow, but then shook his hand firmly. "I didn't realize I was a good topic of conversation. Pleased to meet you Peter. I think I had down on my reservations that anya would be with you."
Peter shrugged indifferently. "Anya's contract expired. She didn't wish to continue with me. I think she's more interested in a Dominant than a Sadistic son of a bitch." He smiled, winked and walked back to the two women.
The next morning passed with the rest of the guests arriving. The house and bunkhouse were soon filled with laughing happy people. When lunch brought everyone together under the catering tent, Ms. Kathleen stood up and spoke about what she wanted the time with her friends to be. She made sure that everyone had a schedule for the next week and had Amanda pass out a few extras that she somehow knew that she would need. As Amanda walked by Gregory and Lady Olivia, Gregory reached out and kissed her hand suddenly. Olivia was not amused and slapped his face. Surprisingly, Gregory didn't fight back but humbled himself and sat with his head bowed.
There was a lovely vivacious lady with flame red hair who sat at a table with Lady Elaine and Henry. Henry still seemed to be mousy in his demeanor but Elaine seemed to be more at ease with him, so hopefully he had finally changed his safeword. Amanda's lips quirked with the memory and her path was cut off as another man joined the table. He looked back and smiled an apology and held his hand out for one of the schedules.
"I'll take one of those," He drawled as his arm draped around the red haired lady.
Amanda smiled and handed it to him, but then nodded to Ms. Kathleen as she continued the general expectations of the get together.
Amanda returned to her seat at the head table, next to the podium where Ms. Kathleen was speaking. Rather unexpectedly, Ms. Kathleen introduced Mitchell.
"Mitchell is my darling house slave who's been with me for nearly twenty years now. You may know him from our past excursions out into the scene. He's also first slave in our little training facility and deals with those duties very seriously." Ms. Kathleen turned and smiled at Mitchell, who had pinkened slightly under the scrutiny. "And he is also the wonderful chef for this occasion; delicious in temperment and in his creations." Ms. Kathleen leaned over grabbing Mitchell by the back of the neck and kissed him deeply, and very proprietary. Her eyes scanned the audience as she released him, and smiled and winked to her friends.
Ms. Kathleen turned the opposite way and laid a hand on Amanda's shoulder. She smiled and spoke again. "For some of you that have wondered if I had acquired a new slave these last two years, allow me to introduce my trainee Dominant, Miss Amanda. Amanda came to Mitchell and I as the clerical help that all of you know that I desperately needed." This elicited a round of laughter from the guests. "However, I noted her interest in the lifestyle and took it upon myself to train her in much the same way as I have trained the submissives that you have sent to me. A bit longer than most stays." She paused once again for the polite chuckling. "She has astounded me constantly with her creative devious ways. Her attention to detail is excruciating. Time and again, I've had more and more of a return demand for her services. She is a welcome addition to my training facility and I am more than ready to release her training collar at the end of this week if I have the complete agreement of all of you."
Amanda bit the inside of her cheek, but stood and nodded to the polite smattering of applause. She hadn't quite realized what Mitchell had met by her ‘coming-out', but now with Ms. Kathleen's announcement, she knew what he had meant by ‘added stress'. She would be under scrutiny this entire week by all involved.
Monday afternoon's discussion on anatomy was a bit clinical for Amanda's taste, but the evening's seminar and demonstration of the care and use of whips held her attention rapt. She was given permission to single tail Thomas, who was tied naked against a post. She enjoyed it, although she felt odd as Mark kept giving ‘advice' about where to aim for next. It was a very light and pliable single tail, well worn with use but lovingly cared for. Thomas cried out with each bite of the whip as the welts raised on his buttocks. Amanda carefully aimed each hit but was disappointed in the whip's performance. Thomas held onto her as she untied him at the end of the scene, thanking her before turning to his Master for his cool down care.
It had been a long day, and Amanda was thankful when Ms. Kathleen called it a night. She decided to take one last stroll around the campground to make sure everyone was comfortable. It was a courtesy she had learned a long time ago from her parents, and she realized this is the first time she thought of her parents in a couple of years. She smiled as she walked, the dusk settling on the backyard and the lanterns and camp lights glowing softly. She had often taken camping trips as a child, and remembered the musky smell of the tent after long winter months in storage. She waved to Mark and Thomas who had set up a small campfire in a ring of stones and were laughing back and forth. She wondered about their arrangement but realized that there were all kinds of people in the world and if these two could find love, comfort, and sanity between the two of them, more power to them. She almost stumbled as she really thought about all that Ms. Kathleen had taught her and that it went back to what her father used to say. "Different strokes for different folks." There may be different cultures in the world, but that made you be as open minded and understanding as needed.
She continued walking and grimaced slightly when she saw that Gregory had been chained outside for the night. Literally. It appeared that Lady Olivia had a slight dog fetish for Gregory was barely concealed in leather briefs and suspenders, mittens and boots with fake fur on them and a large dog collar around his neck. The chain was attached to the outside of the camper and had enough lead for Gregory to lie down beside a bowl and a small bed. At least she had given him a blanket to use. He looked up as she passed, but she did her best to ignore him. She did not need to antagonize Lady Olivia.
As she continued around the circle of campers, she came upon ‘Need' and ‘Desire' being used sexually in the open night air by their Master, Peter. Both of the girls almost glowed in the dark from their severe sunburns, but Peter seemed to be taken his pleasure without hindrance. With a growl of passion, he moved from one bent over girl to the next, thrusting himself into her tightly. He looked up as he slapped the girl's ass hard and caught her eye. Slightly embarrassed, she nodded politely and continued her walk.
She checked at the bunkhouse and found most of the campers wound up from the days events, laughing and talking amongst themselves. A few were sacked out but most were riding on a wave of adrenaline. She politely declined to join in the discussion though and made her way back to the house. Her demonstrations were tomorrow and she wanted to make sure that she was well rested.
She finally made her way to her room. As she did most nights, she checked the email and found an interoffice memo from Ms. Kathleen asking for scene reports and her feelings on how today had gone and what suggestions she could make to make it better. She thought back over the day and wrote down a paragraph or two. She paused though, and thought seriously about suggestions. She wasn't a prude when it came to sex, but without having high walls, she still felt the need to have some discretion. She shrugged and figured she would mention it lightly. It could be all the time she had spent in the downstairs dungeon. Maybe openly is how Peter played.
She stripped off her clothes and sighed deeply. Her own adrenaline was high, but her weary body took over and she was soon fast asleep.
The next morning came too quickly for Amanda and she was surprised that the guests were so lively and awake first thing. She shrugged into a robe and ventured out to the kitchen, blessing Mitchell, who had taken the time to hit the ‘brew' button on the coffee pot before heading out to supervise the camp's breakfast.
She sat down with her first cup of the day and sipped on the steaming liquid. Ms. Kathleen came in and sat beside her.
"Good morning, dear. Thank you for the reports. So, who was having sex?" Ms. Kathleen chuckled.
Amanda felt the heat on her neck but managed to swallow the sip of coffee instead of spitting it out. "Peter. Does he always, umm..in the open like that?"
"Ah," Ms. Kathleen nodded. "Peter is a bit different from most Dominants you'll meet. He's always been that way and doesn't give a shit about conventions of society. And generally he gets away with it." Ms. Kathleen popped a strawberry into her mouth, before winking at Amanda and walking back to her bedroom.
Amanda quickly changed into her sweats and made up her mind to do a brisk jog around the front of the house instead of the back this morning and was able to listen to the birdsong above the clanking of campers, shouts of laughter and breakfast being served up. She got back in the house and was able to have a quick shower before throwing on some clothes.
Her decision to have the crop demonstration first thing in the day was justified when she realized she had not lit the candles the night before. They were glass enclosed candles and slow burning, just created lots of lovely warm wax. As she toured the basement now, verifying that her props were in order, she managed to get the candles lit and they would be ready for her afternoon session.
She had just finished preparing the horse when some of the campers started coming in. One broke away from the crowd and came up to Amanda, smiling and holding out a hand.
"I'm Judith. I've volunteered to be your demo for your waxing session," Her voice was soft and her smile very engaging and Amanda responded with warmth.
"Lovely to meet you Judith. I would like to talk with you about ten minutes before we start, and that will mean cutting your lunch short. Will that be a problem?" Amanda nodded to Gregory, who had come up behind Judith, and then focused her eyes back on Judith's brilliant green eyes.
"Not at all. I look forward to it," Judith turned and smiled to Gregory before going to inspect other parts of the dungeon.
Gregory stepped forward and ducked his face down before whispering huskily, "I've missed you Miss Amanda."
She laughed lightly and shook her head, watching as his face looked up with confusion. "You haven't missed me, Gregory. You've missed playing and being a top from the bottom. You want something and you can't get it now unless you beg."
A small smile of understanding as well as a blush of recognition to her statement crossed his face. "Even with all that, you've let Lady Olivia know that I can be your demo for the crop. Why?"
"I need a demo, Gregory." Amanda smiled deeply and indicated the horse. "Now strip and get your ass in the air."
Lady Olivia came up behind him, resplendent in a rust color leather outfit. "You will make sure he gives you his safeword?"
"Without hesitation, Lady Olivia," Amanda turned and focused on the different lengths of crops including a lovely ivory handled stick before checking on Gregory to make sure that he was ready. She spent five minutes with him, speaking in low tones, asking him about his safewords and how far he had gone with a cropping before. As she spoke with Gregory, she prepared herself as well, mentally blocking out the melee that was growing behind her, focusing on what she planned to discuss and how she planned to show things, listening to her background music, intentionally left on low so that it wouldn't be intrusive.
Gregory had stripped completely now and had bent himself over the horse. Amanda pulled the horse and Gregory over to a spot in front of the audience and smiled, waiting to get their attention.
She slipped easily into her prepared speech, discussing the crop's history as well as how the stinging bite of the horse crop had become a favorite play toy with masochists' on a budget. Even as she talked to the audience her fingernails played softly across Gregory's skin, noticing each wiggle without comment. She let her nails glide through Gregory's hair, scratching deeply into his scalp as she bent down to bind him to the horse.
With an intense whistling, she pick up the first crop and let it fly through the air. Back and forth she swished it as she discussed flexibility and stability. She saw out of the corner of her eye the nodding of heads and she focused back on her task.
Amanda started tapping up and down Gregory's thighs with the crop. She drew back and aimed, watching the clenching of his butt cheeks together. Just at the right moment, she let the crop fly, resounding with a solid thwap against flesh.
Gregory cried out and fought against his bindings. Amanda bent down and whispered to him softly before proceeding. Walking back and forth, tapping in a slow rhythm, watching the markings on his flesh, the soft pink becoming redder with each strike. She kept close attention on Gregory and continued to block out the audience. As her aims became more deliberate, Gregory started grunting softly, swaying with each hit, his obvious arousal pressing against the horse.
With a flash of inspiration, Amanda grabbed Gregory's hair tightly and arched his back, forcing him against the horse. With her arm flung way back, she struck his buttocks again, this time a bit more forcefully, knowing full well the severity of the mark that would rise from the welt. His cry in the suddenly quiet room was unnerving. Had she gone too far? She paused once more and looked into Gregory's face. His eyes were lust crazed and she knew he was in his space. She set aside the crop and nodded to the audience, letting her nails grated down his back once more before slowly releasing him as the people gathered around broke into a soft round of applause.
Lady Olivia pushed her way forward and gave Amanda a wild look before turning to Gregory. "You fucking slut." She grasped him roughly by his cock, forcing his attention back to her, drawing him fast back to normality. She tugged on him, leading him out of the dungeon as Amanda looked on concerned. She shrugged lightly and turned with a plastered smile, "Any questions?"
Although the audience was enthusiastic about her demonstration, she still felt that Lady Olivia had handled Gregory in an odd way. Humiliation was an interesting kink and although Amanda had touched on it once or twice in training, she still didn't feel comfortable with it.
She relaxed with her favorite iced apple juice and prepared herself mentally for the rest of the day. It was only 11:00 now and her wax demonstration wouldn't be until 1:00. She looked forward to working with Judith and wondered again about a Switch relationship.
She made it her intention to lunch with Alan and Judith so that there would be plenty of time to talk to them both. She made sure the crops were put back in place and then washed down the horse with alcohol. One thing that had become ingrained in her training was to be meticulous about cleaning up after a session.
She came up from the dungeon and wandered out into the camp area, only to be surprised to find Gregory placed in the pillory, still naked, his marks now coloring. She kept her thoughts to herself and went into the cooking area to find some more iced apple juice.
Mitchell was working on a barbecue that was filling the air with a lovely aroma. Several others had gathered around and were discussing spices as well as taunting him about his selections. Mitchell took it in good humor and just smiled, brushing more sauce on the meat. She waved to him and then sat down at a table with her apple juice, letting the conversations flow around her.
"She's an ultimate bitch, that one." One conversation drifted to her. "Did you see the way she did cool down? I would never take a sub that way after a session." "Almost like rubbing vinegar in an open wound." As Amanda turned to see who was talking, the conversation drifted away and she didn't recognize who had spoken. More people were coming into the tent now, lured by their stomachs. Amanda smiled as she saw Alan and Judith come in, and rose from the table she was at to join them.
Having lunch with the Switches was an eye opening experience. It really didn't matter who was Top or who was bottom, they were both enjoyable luncheon companions that were very open minded about their kinks. Alan explained his tendency to be more Dominant and Judith said she was more of the Sadist. Their hands were together though, fingers entwined, throughout the conversation. Amanda felt really relaxed chatting with them and realizing the time was flying, slowly began discussing her wax demonstration. Judith agreed to most everything that was said, however she mentioned that it would be helpful to add about the different temperatures of wax and the need to start with a lower melt temperature on a newer subject. Amanda smiled and added that in her discussion notes and finished up the rest of her meal.
Amanda went down to the dungeon first, making sure that her scene music was on at that the lights were dimmed lower than normal to emphasize the candles glow. She paused once in her preparations and looked at the door of the grotto, wondering if she would have time tonight to sneak in for a quick time out.
As the crowd gathered in once again, Judith made her way to the low table and stripped off her clothes before lying stomach down to begin with. She pulled her red hair away from her shoulders, letting it fall like a cloud around her face and slowly begin breathing exercises that she had mentioned to Amanda.
Amanda turned to the crowd and began her discussion. She looked around the crowd and realized that even more people were attending now than her earlier demonstration. She spoke of her first taste of wax on her nipples; how it had affected her; how artistic one could be with different colors of wax; enjoying the canvas of skin. She let her hand gently stroke against Judith's back, letting her feel the caress..the touch..and then bent to speak with her quietly again before she started. Judith's eyes were sparkling with preparation and was ready to begin.
Amanda lifted the first candle and brought it over to Judith. After careful selection, she choose the first pooling of wax to be on her lower back and tilted the glass just so..watching the first drips and noting Judith gasps of surprise and then moans of pleasure. She continued dripping the wax in a slow steady stream and then upended the container, spilling a pool on her back, watching the woman squirm against the table.
Amanda carefully blew out the wick and choose another color, making intricate patterns up Judith's back, circling on her shoulders.
Two more colors made a beautiful combination and Amanda had Judith stand, displaying it before asking her to lay upright on the table. A deep dark blue candle with just the right temperature wax had been melting just for her nipples and Amanda was pleased to note that Judith's body was responding quite well to the wax..and her lovely nipples were hardened nubs. She carefully poured the wax, dripping it against the nipples, watching the grimaces of pain, but also noticing the sheen of moisture between Judith's thighs. Amanda smiled and smelled deeply of Judith's aroused state, continuing the waxing until her full breasts were covered.
Amanda chose her dirk from the cabinet and carefully peeled the wax off each breast. They were perfect molds of Judith's pert nipples. She set them aside and told Judith to turn over once more. The now cooled wax on her back needed to be scraped off slowly and Judith actually shivered more at the knife's scraping than she had at the wax being poured on. Finally finished, Amanda looked up at the audience once more and asked, "Any questions?"
Several people came forward and looked at the markings that the wax had made and scrutinized the molding of Judith's breasts. Some applauded politely and then made their way out doors once again.
Mitchell came up with a wry grin and whispered a quick question about the wax moldings that were left. Amanda was confused but let him take them.
The rest of the day was exhausting. By the time Amanda managed to get back to her room, thoughts of using the grotto were the furthest from her mind and she dropped off to sleep quickly.
Wednesday came and went. Ms. Kathleen demonstrated a bull whip outside. Peter demonstrated floggings, including a double handed flogging that left his ‘need' gasping for ‘attention', which he took full advantage of immediately following the demonstration. The vendors that came were well associated within the community and the leather crafter was kept busy with quick personal orders. His promise to have everything ready by Thursday seemed a bit overly confident, but when he revealed his slaves that he had working for him, most folks just laughed and realized that his promises would be kept. Alan kept the piercing booth busy when Judith and him decided to get both their nipples pierced. Lady Olivia brought Gregory over and was contemplating a Prince Albert piercing for him before he rejected the idea soundly and they both left the area in a huff.
Thursday dawned and Amanda realized that most of the week was over with. She looked back over the demonstrations and instructions and realized that most of the things that were covered had already been taught to her by Ms Kathleen. She was pleased that Ms Kathleen had given her such a broad education in her skills and looked forward to relaxing for the rest of the week.
The day went by in casual conversations and preparations for the dinner that evening. The vendors left making sure that plenty of business cards were passed around for future orders, although their coffers were probably already filled due to the over extravagance that had already been spent. The leather maker indeed had quality work ready by the time they were pulling out and winked casually at Amanda. "Teamwork," he whispered as he shook her hand.
Sean arrived earlier than expected and Amanda retired with him to her room. They enjoyed their short time together, giggling and fondling, and only achieving setting a passionate spark that couldn't be extinguished without being late for dinner. Amanda had acquired several more outfits but chose instead to dress in the first leather dress that she had purchased, for that house warming that seemed a life time ago. Sean was resplendent in a grey suit and as they made their way out to the tent, the sun was setting in a glorious display and extra twinkle lights had been set up to add to the atmosphere.
Mitchell had gone all out for the dinner, created a roast wrapped in filo dough that melted in your mouth. Amanda almost lost it when she realized the that ice sculptures that were floating in the punch bowls were in the shape of Judith's breasts. She quietly explained what had occurred to Sean and had him chuckling and mentioning some other private parts that would have made some interesting sculptures. Amanda introduced Sean to the model and Alan and realized that over the past few days that some of these wonderful people would be good life long friends.
At the closing of the dinner, Ms Kathleen called Amanda up to the stage portion of the tent. With solemn voice, she asked Amanda to bend over. Not knowing what was occurring but trusting Ms Kathleen, Amanda bent from her waist, her dark hair flowed over her face. She felt the cold steel of what appeared to be garden shears and with a "snick" the leather collar was removed from her neck and fell with a soft thud to the floor.
"I want to thank you all for your comments and suggestions regarding Miss Amanda and I'm pleased to release her from training." Ms Kathleen announced soundly. Bright and lively applause echoed through the tent and Amanda blushed as she stood back up. Ms Kathleen kissed her softly. "You are such a good girl, now be a good dominant."
"Yes Ma'am," Amanda quietly replied.
Amanda no longer craved Ms. Kathleen's approval, yet was filled with pride nonetheless when submissives would call and ask specifically to be trained by her. Ms. Kathleen, in turn, had smiled and continued her guidance in more of an equal stance than a mentor.
As another spring came to Ms. Kathleen's lovely home and training grounds, Ms. Kathleen decided it was time for a lifestyle get together, and set a block of two weeks aside at the end of May. The first week would be spent getting ready for the event itself. The second week would be the get together; discussions, training, scening, some specific vendors would be allowed, but this was not to be a commercially motivated forum. It was a chance for some of Ms. Kathleen's long time clients to visit her as she tended to be too busy to go out visiting on her own. When Ms. Kathleen vacationed, she tended to go into seclusion and not even tell Amanda where she planned to go. Mitchell would go with her and would keep her confidential plans just that.
Amanda looked down at her computer once more, stretching her arms above her head. Even the daunting task of preparing for this party was affecting her. So many Dominants tended to have such egos, and she wasn't there to pander to them. She smiled, remembering Sean's reaction from the first time she told him of Ms. Kathleen's plans.
"She's got to be kidding," Sean said as he licked softly at her shoulder. They were cuddled together in bed, preparing for sleep, discussing each other's week. During the week, they still kept separate residences; her staying with Ms. Kathleen at her home and Sean in his apartment near his practice. On the weekend, though, they came together and shared with each other not only their love, but each detail of their lives apart. It was like most people shared each day, but held in check until they were together once again.
"Not only is she not kidding, she's going all out and making it like an old time camp out gathering. The back field is being plowed and then compressed to be prepared for tents and such. She even has one of those huge barrel barbecue pits leased and has Mitchell practicing on it with our dinners." Amanda let her nails scrape through Sean's hair. She so enjoyed the times they were able to share. When she had first gotten back she was a tad bit depressed thinking for sure they weren't going to have the closeness that they shared on the houseboat. Sean was persistent though, making even Ms. Kathleen laugh with true admiration at the courting ways of a true gentleman.
Sean shook his head in disbelief and nibbled softly on her before lifting his head once more. "You're going to be busy then."
Amanda smiled softly. "I am down for two of the training sessions. Wax play and the crop. Want to be my ‘victim'?"
Sean shivered and returned her smile. "Not this time, lovely Mistress. I don't think I'd be able to relax knowing how many people will be watching. I'm not into public scening you know."
"I know darling." Amanda chuckled and let her hand drop against his chest, twining her finger around into small circles into his chest hair.
Lost in the memory of the conversation, Amanda didn't hear Mitchell come up to her door, holding several CDs.
"Ahem," Mitchell smiled at her as she jumped slightly, her cheeks blushing as the memory faded away.
"Hi there!" Amanda grinned. "What's up?" She turned slightly in the chair and faced him. In the past several months, there had been several computer upgrades to the point she now had a 21" monitor and the ability to save as much information that she needed, including a Zip drive with vast amounts of information stored on a multitude of zip disks.
"I have some scene music that needs to be listened to. Ms. Kathleen has the other half of this collection. Would you be so kind to listen to it while you work?" Mitchell held up a handful of about 15 discs.
"Sure. Something that is relatively simple compared to your culinary efforts. Has Ms. Kathleen ever had a party like this before?" Amanda took the CDs and flipped through them.
"Before we came here there was a small dungeon party that she hosted. It was disastrous. Several people that showed up were not invited and were inebriated. You know how Ms. Kathleen feels about mixing scening and drinking. Not a wise choice. She was livid and at THAT time swore she wouldn't have another. I think.." Mitchell paused and looked down, blushing slightly at his own gossip.
"What?" Amanda encouraged him to continue.
"I think this will be YOUR coming out party, per se." Mitchell dug his toe into the carpet.
"Oh?" Amanda blinked. True, she still wasn't too known by the Dominants, who, when they called, assumed that she was a submissive. However, the submissives that did show up knew within the day of their arrival who she was and that she would be taking part of their training. Ms. Kathleen made it known very quickly if they didn't.
"I shouldn't have told you," Mitchell said with a sigh. "You don't need that kind of pressure on you."
"However," Amanda replied as she idly flipped through the Cds, "I am very grateful for the heads up."
Mitchell nodded and slipped quietly from the room.
Amanda shook her head, smiling. She turned back to the guest list and looked with new eyes at those that had RSVP'd. She noticed several names that were common to her that had replied earlier than the others. Dominants that she had talked with quite often over the months.
So many things to do. They were down to the last two weeks. This week there were only two guests and Ms. Kathleen was taking care of them personally. The back field was done and chalk marked out into individual camp grounds. The bunkhouse would be useful for the toilets and showering facilities. The weather had been iffy but was predicted to be spectacular in the coming weeks. The dungeon itself had gone through a thorough detailed cleaning, with the help of visiting guests, and was prepared for the training sessions. And even with all that done, the check list of things to be done seemed endless. Even as she slipped the first of the CDs into the drive to begin her task from Mitchell, she opened up her email once more to collect even more replies to the invitations.
Ms. Kathleen poked her head in the door of Amanda's room several hours later, smiling. "Got a moment, Miss Amanda?"
Amanda looked up and cocked an eyebrow at the tone. Ms. Kathleen hardly ever called her by that name. "Did you need something, Ma'am?"
"Don't Ma'am me, you little brat girl. Just come tell me why there are sterling silver roses sitting on my desk with your name on the card and not mine." Ms. Kathleen winked and slipped back out.
Sterling silver roses dredged up a powerful memory and she closed the application she was working on to go see if her hunch was right. She rose from her chair and stretched her arms above her head and then touched her toes. There was something about sitting so long that made her want to stretch out like a cat any chance she got.
As she entered Ms. Kathleen's den, it was apparent from her first impression of the over indulgent bouquet that her hunch was correct. She shook her head slowly and smiled weakly at Ms. Kathleen before crossing to pull the card out.
"Looking forward to seeing you again, or rather, you seeing to me again.-Gregory" Reading the card, Ms. Kathleen shook her head and laughed softly. "He's persistent, isn't he?"
"No. I honestly think he's just a very ‘needy' person. Definitely high-maintenance. He needs to find someone with enough energy to match his." Amanda sat down in front of Ms. Kathleen's desk and fingered the petals of one of the buds. "Can I ask you a personal question?"
Ms. Kathleen looked up from her paperwork and smiled. "Sure hon. What's on your mind?"
Amanda paused for a few moments, choosing her words carefully. "Do you love Mitchell?"
Ms. Kathleen compressed her lips together and set her pen down. She steepled her fingers and gazed across at the younger woman. "That is a very interesting question. Before answering you, may I ask what it was that made you ask it?"
Amanda again paused, looking at the flowers, looking at her hands, looking anywhere as if seeking her words to come from air. Then in a rush, she finally replied, "I think I'm falling in love with Sean."
Ms. Kathleen smiled deeply. "It happens. But you have more than a kink relationship with him, don't you? I think Sean is a wonderful man, Amanda and I hope that he makes you very happy. As for my relationship with Mitchell; yes, I love him very much. He's been my companion for almost twenty years now. Oh we do have differences of opinion now and then. I hate the idea of a conventional marriage and he agreed long ago that he wasn't interested in that sort of union. So we live, love and laugh together without the strictures of society. It is what makes me what I am today; that much stronger because I have Mitchell with me."
Amanda listened and heard the true depth of feeling in Ms. Kathleen's words. She understood that the bonds were there if not with conventional ties.
Ms. Kathleen leaned forward and lifted Amanda's chin, looking into her eyes. "Now, let me ask you a question. Do you feel that your love for Sean will impede your passion when it's comes to work?"
Amanda thought carefully before replying. There had been a couple of male submissives over the past year that had specifically come to Ms. Kathleen's for sexual tutelage in how to please a woman first before their own sexual needs were met. Ms. Kathleen had handled these cases but had allowed Amanda to study her techniques. Amanda knew there may come a time when she would be asked to train a male submissive in this way. She thought about Sean and how he may feel about the situation, and realized that Sean would be supportive as he had always been if this was a way that her career as a Dominant would be taken. "I think that I would be a bit more hesitant about some things, however, what I currently do in my work," Amanda paused and looked directly into Ms. Kathleen's eyes, "in all aspects of my work, shouldn't be affected."
"Good girl," Ms. Kathleen released her chin and changed the topic. "How are the reservations coming?"
Amanda smiled. "Most everyone has responded enthusiastically. I am very interested in meeting your old friends, Judith and Allen."
"Ah ha!" Ms. Kathleen laughed. "I just bet you are. You don't get a chance to meet too many people that are switches here, do you?"
"I just can't imagine how they live their lives, on a day to day basis," Amanda stood up and gathered the vase of roses. "But they must be doing something right, the files say that they've been together for ten years now."
Ms. Kathleen's eyes crinkled as her smile grew. "Yes, they do seem to be doing something right."
"Thank you for the talk, Ms. Kathleen. I'll get back to my day reports now." Amanda walked to the door, shaking her head again at the roses, but with a smile on her face.
The next week came far too quickly and with a rush of preparations, the three of them were finally ready. Mitchell was to be in charge of a small army of caterers, hired through Ms. Kathleen's endless contacts of businesses that were kink friendly. Amanda was to be in charge of the tent sites and the RVs that would come in as well as the chosen few that would be accomodated in the house and the bunkhouse. Monday and Tuesday were scheduled for the training sessions, discussions, and seminars. The vendors would arrive Wednesday and leave Thursday afternoon. Thursday evening would be a semi formal fetish dinner. Then Friday and Saturday would be the demonstration scenes and play sessions. Only those that had responded would be allowed entrance. Ms. Kathleen had stipulated that in the invitations because she really disliked the people that didn't have the courtesy to respond.
Saturday was spent in going over all the details and resting up. Mitchell had fine tuned his culinary efforts with the huge barrel barbecue pit and had overstocked the pantry. Ms. Kathleen had fretted over every tiny details, but now had that serene look of being totally prepared. Amanda sat across her at the kitchen table sipping a late afternoon glass of iced coffee as Mitchell prepared them a very light dinner. The first guests would arrive the next day, mostly the ones that were planning on coming in Rvs.
Sean was going to be working this week, but he made plans to be at the dinner on Thursday and would be there with her on Saturday. Amanda knew that he wanted to be there all week, but also knew his professional responsibilities wouldn't allow him to have an extended leave of absence as his practice was extremely busy. They had both reluctantly agreed to save the time that he did have off for a small vacation further along in the summer. Amanda smiled because she remembered his passionate statement that he would "leave my damn pager at home."
Ms. Kathleen sipped her juice and sighed deeply. "I honestly think we are all ready. The catering staff will be here tomorrow morning and will receive their instructions about the event. Thank goodness they have their own recreational vehicle for accomodations. I don't think we could fit 6 more people in anywhere, unless they went into a tent on the far side of the field. And I just don't think they would appreciate that."
Mitchell laughed from the kitchen as he turned the salmon steaks in the broiler. "I don't know Mistress. From what I've heard they are pretty resourceful. They are usually called out to the local Renaissance Festivals because they don't mind being called wenches." Mitchell shut the broiler door and brought out tossed salads, placing the chilled greens before them.
Ms. Kathleen lifted an eyebrow and then winked at Amanda before tightly squeezing Mitchell's ass. "Yes my darling wench, you would know about such things." Mitchell gasped sharply and looked back at Ms. Kathleen.
"Yes, Mistress," he said huskily.
Ms. Kathleen swatted at him and laughed. "Don't burn the salmon dear."
Mitchell smiled and hurried back into the kitchen, adjusting his apron once more. Amanda had discovered over the past two years that Mitchell had always loved to cook and had even tried his hand at being a sous chef before being in the service of Ms. Kathleen. Mitchell made each dish an art form of creativity. Once Amanda had thought this was a humiliating chore, but had come to realize that for Mitchell, this was just his favorite thing in the world. Mitchell was a well rounded individual with a compassionate soul and intelligent mind. He also had a wicked sense of humor and dry wit that had caught Amanda a time or two. They had become very good friends in their time together and thinking back over the conversation with Ms. Kathleen, she really couldn't see one without the other.
The next morning arrived with an unheralded rain shower. Fortunately, rather than turning things to mud, it merely misted the scenery around the back field area. The caterers arrived just after the rain had tapered off and Amanda was amused at the sight of the disheveled four women and two men that trundled sleepily out of the RV in sweats and college t-shirts.
Mitchell paused in the doorway next to Amanda. "They look a bit tumbled now, but just you wait Miss Amanda. I've seen these folks in action. Three of them are majoring in culinary arts and also have drama as a minor. The other three have years of experience, but look younger than they are."
"I'm not concerned at all, Mitchell," Amanda turned and smiled. "I'm sure you'll have them ‘whipped' into shape."
Mitchell groaned at the pun and went out to greet the servers as old friends, talking and laughing before leading them to a section of the field set up with the barrel barbecue and an open tent with tables beneath.
Amanda yawned and stretched and set out on her morning walk around the field. She had made this her morning ritual and it gave her the time to think introspectively about her life and rate herself on how she was doing. This morning, though, she inspected as she walked, crossing off things in her mind. As she made her way back to the house, she noted how festive things looked and in her mind it did look like a RenFest. Some of the same implements, such as the pillory, would be available, but on a slightly more serious note.
She was taken slightly aback as a huge Ford truck with a camper shell attached to it's bed came sailing across the field at a rather fast pace, two huge men laughing wildly in the cab. Her jaw dropped as they finally braked in one of the designated camp sites. But as she watched each man exit the truck, she realized she knew one of them and her mouth closed, her lips smiling brightly.
"Thomas!" She said as she walked closer. "And this must be your master, Mark." She reached out her hand and gave a quick squeeze to Thomas' shoulder.
"Wow, you do remember me. And don't you look great. How ya doin, Miss Amanda?" The big man smiled heartily and turned to the other man. "Yes this, wonderful human being that he is, albeit a CRAPPY driver, is my Master Mark."
Mark laughed so hard that he actually doubled over and slapped his knees. By the time he recovered, there was still moisture in his eyes from the tears of amusement. "What a pleasure to finally meet the person behind the voice." He kissed her hand and then clasped her shoulder. "Are we the first?"
"I do believe so. Ms. Kathleen is not up yet, however if you would like to join us for breakfast, we should be having it in the house in about thirty minutes or so." Amanda looked back at the camper. "Do you need any help with your hookups?"
Tom raised his hands in a shooing motion. "Naw.. I got that all covered." He walked back to the truck and started pulling out wires and hoses.
Amanda looked at Mark once more and remembered in her training that he was considered a ‘Bear' and Thomas was a ‘cub' and that they were a homosexual couple that had a 24/7 BDSM relationship. Thomas had been back a time or two and had persisted in being called "Tom" when he was away from his master. Separately, they were each an intimidating figure. Together they had to be formidable.
"No breakfast, we were up at 4am and got an early start of the day. By lunchtime though, we'll be hungry as bears," Mark laughed again, slapping his knees and then followed after Thomas, teasing him about crossing wires.
Amanda shook her head, amused and continued on her walk, noting that the one fence was now open for the convenience of the R Vers. She waved as she passed the catering group and heard Mitchell introducing her. Rather than stopping, she continued on briskly striding up the steps to the back door and slipping through the kitchen, relieved to see a full pot of coffee brewed.
By six o'clock that evening, the rest of the campers had arrived and were enjoying themselves in the backyard. The catering staff had turned into service wenches and two leather clad men, taking their duties seriously and being efficient in every way. With relief Amanda watched as they bustled through the catering tent, refilling ice tea glasses and clearing away the paper implements of a extremely informal picnic dinner.
She had met most of the guests as they had arrived and then Ms. Kathleen had relieved her of that task. She had watched carefully all afternoon, realizing how narrow her view of BDSM was despite her open training. It appeared that each individual couple had their own definitive relationship, and because everyone was so open minded, the whole group meshed well together.
As she bent her head to take another forkful of Mitchell's wonderful pasta salad, a man came up to the table she was at and stood waiting for her attention. Amanda chewed and thoughtfully looked at the man, unwilling to speak with her mouth full of food. As she finally swallowed it down, she smiled and asked him if she could help him with something.
"I'm having a problem with need and desire," He stated simply. He was well tanned and was a little bit over dressed to be at a picnic. The knit polo shirt and the dockers would have looked better at an executive pool party.
Amanda arched an eyebrow at his statement. "The discussions and seminars don't start until tomorrow. I don't think I can help you much until..."
The man shook his head and motioned behind him. Two girls in very chic sun dresses came forward and knelt next to him. From the look of it, they had received the full force of the sun that afternoon and their poor shoulders, chest and faces carried the bright tint of red that was almost purple in it's intensity.
"This is my need," the man said, indicating one of the women, and then pointed to the other. "And that is my desire. SOMEONE forgot to pack sun protection." Both women whimpered and ducked their heads as their faces seemed to flame even more brightly.
Amanda smiled in understanding. "THAT I can help you with. I also have some aloe vera to help with what has already been done. It's still going to be a bit sore though."
The man smiled deeply. "Oh I hope so. Perhaps the pain will remind them to be a bit better in their packing next time." He snapped his fingers and the two women leapt to their feet, holding hands and walking back to their table. The man paused though and held out his hand. "I'm Peter, by the way. So you are the Miss Amanda I'm hearing so much about."
Amanda wrinkled her brow, but then shook his hand firmly. "I didn't realize I was a good topic of conversation. Pleased to meet you Peter. I think I had down on my reservations that anya would be with you."
Peter shrugged indifferently. "Anya's contract expired. She didn't wish to continue with me. I think she's more interested in a Dominant than a Sadistic son of a bitch." He smiled, winked and walked back to the two women.
The next morning passed with the rest of the guests arriving. The house and bunkhouse were soon filled with laughing happy people. When lunch brought everyone together under the catering tent, Ms. Kathleen stood up and spoke about what she wanted the time with her friends to be. She made sure that everyone had a schedule for the next week and had Amanda pass out a few extras that she somehow knew that she would need. As Amanda walked by Gregory and Lady Olivia, Gregory reached out and kissed her hand suddenly. Olivia was not amused and slapped his face. Surprisingly, Gregory didn't fight back but humbled himself and sat with his head bowed.
There was a lovely vivacious lady with flame red hair who sat at a table with Lady Elaine and Henry. Henry still seemed to be mousy in his demeanor but Elaine seemed to be more at ease with him, so hopefully he had finally changed his safeword. Amanda's lips quirked with the memory and her path was cut off as another man joined the table. He looked back and smiled an apology and held his hand out for one of the schedules.
"I'll take one of those," He drawled as his arm draped around the red haired lady.
Amanda smiled and handed it to him, but then nodded to Ms. Kathleen as she continued the general expectations of the get together.
Amanda returned to her seat at the head table, next to the podium where Ms. Kathleen was speaking. Rather unexpectedly, Ms. Kathleen introduced Mitchell.
"Mitchell is my darling house slave who's been with me for nearly twenty years now. You may know him from our past excursions out into the scene. He's also first slave in our little training facility and deals with those duties very seriously." Ms. Kathleen turned and smiled at Mitchell, who had pinkened slightly under the scrutiny. "And he is also the wonderful chef for this occasion; delicious in temperment and in his creations." Ms. Kathleen leaned over grabbing Mitchell by the back of the neck and kissed him deeply, and very proprietary. Her eyes scanned the audience as she released him, and smiled and winked to her friends.
Ms. Kathleen turned the opposite way and laid a hand on Amanda's shoulder. She smiled and spoke again. "For some of you that have wondered if I had acquired a new slave these last two years, allow me to introduce my trainee Dominant, Miss Amanda. Amanda came to Mitchell and I as the clerical help that all of you know that I desperately needed." This elicited a round of laughter from the guests. "However, I noted her interest in the lifestyle and took it upon myself to train her in much the same way as I have trained the submissives that you have sent to me. A bit longer than most stays." She paused once again for the polite chuckling. "She has astounded me constantly with her creative devious ways. Her attention to detail is excruciating. Time and again, I've had more and more of a return demand for her services. She is a welcome addition to my training facility and I am more than ready to release her training collar at the end of this week if I have the complete agreement of all of you."
Amanda bit the inside of her cheek, but stood and nodded to the polite smattering of applause. She hadn't quite realized what Mitchell had met by her ‘coming-out', but now with Ms. Kathleen's announcement, she knew what he had meant by ‘added stress'. She would be under scrutiny this entire week by all involved.
Monday afternoon's discussion on anatomy was a bit clinical for Amanda's taste, but the evening's seminar and demonstration of the care and use of whips held her attention rapt. She was given permission to single tail Thomas, who was tied naked against a post. She enjoyed it, although she felt odd as Mark kept giving ‘advice' about where to aim for next. It was a very light and pliable single tail, well worn with use but lovingly cared for. Thomas cried out with each bite of the whip as the welts raised on his buttocks. Amanda carefully aimed each hit but was disappointed in the whip's performance. Thomas held onto her as she untied him at the end of the scene, thanking her before turning to his Master for his cool down care.
It had been a long day, and Amanda was thankful when Ms. Kathleen called it a night. She decided to take one last stroll around the campground to make sure everyone was comfortable. It was a courtesy she had learned a long time ago from her parents, and she realized this is the first time she thought of her parents in a couple of years. She smiled as she walked, the dusk settling on the backyard and the lanterns and camp lights glowing softly. She had often taken camping trips as a child, and remembered the musky smell of the tent after long winter months in storage. She waved to Mark and Thomas who had set up a small campfire in a ring of stones and were laughing back and forth. She wondered about their arrangement but realized that there were all kinds of people in the world and if these two could find love, comfort, and sanity between the two of them, more power to them. She almost stumbled as she really thought about all that Ms. Kathleen had taught her and that it went back to what her father used to say. "Different strokes for different folks." There may be different cultures in the world, but that made you be as open minded and understanding as needed.
She continued walking and grimaced slightly when she saw that Gregory had been chained outside for the night. Literally. It appeared that Lady Olivia had a slight dog fetish for Gregory was barely concealed in leather briefs and suspenders, mittens and boots with fake fur on them and a large dog collar around his neck. The chain was attached to the outside of the camper and had enough lead for Gregory to lie down beside a bowl and a small bed. At least she had given him a blanket to use. He looked up as she passed, but she did her best to ignore him. She did not need to antagonize Lady Olivia.
As she continued around the circle of campers, she came upon ‘Need' and ‘Desire' being used sexually in the open night air by their Master, Peter. Both of the girls almost glowed in the dark from their severe sunburns, but Peter seemed to be taken his pleasure without hindrance. With a growl of passion, he moved from one bent over girl to the next, thrusting himself into her tightly. He looked up as he slapped the girl's ass hard and caught her eye. Slightly embarrassed, she nodded politely and continued her walk.
She checked at the bunkhouse and found most of the campers wound up from the days events, laughing and talking amongst themselves. A few were sacked out but most were riding on a wave of adrenaline. She politely declined to join in the discussion though and made her way back to the house. Her demonstrations were tomorrow and she wanted to make sure that she was well rested.
She finally made her way to her room. As she did most nights, she checked the email and found an interoffice memo from Ms. Kathleen asking for scene reports and her feelings on how today had gone and what suggestions she could make to make it better. She thought back over the day and wrote down a paragraph or two. She paused though, and thought seriously about suggestions. She wasn't a prude when it came to sex, but without having high walls, she still felt the need to have some discretion. She shrugged and figured she would mention it lightly. It could be all the time she had spent in the downstairs dungeon. Maybe openly is how Peter played.
She stripped off her clothes and sighed deeply. Her own adrenaline was high, but her weary body took over and she was soon fast asleep.
The next morning came too quickly for Amanda and she was surprised that the guests were so lively and awake first thing. She shrugged into a robe and ventured out to the kitchen, blessing Mitchell, who had taken the time to hit the ‘brew' button on the coffee pot before heading out to supervise the camp's breakfast.
She sat down with her first cup of the day and sipped on the steaming liquid. Ms. Kathleen came in and sat beside her.
"Good morning, dear. Thank you for the reports. So, who was having sex?" Ms. Kathleen chuckled.
Amanda felt the heat on her neck but managed to swallow the sip of coffee instead of spitting it out. "Peter. Does he always, umm..in the open like that?"
"Ah," Ms. Kathleen nodded. "Peter is a bit different from most Dominants you'll meet. He's always been that way and doesn't give a shit about conventions of society. And generally he gets away with it." Ms. Kathleen popped a strawberry into her mouth, before winking at Amanda and walking back to her bedroom.
Amanda quickly changed into her sweats and made up her mind to do a brisk jog around the front of the house instead of the back this morning and was able to listen to the birdsong above the clanking of campers, shouts of laughter and breakfast being served up. She got back in the house and was able to have a quick shower before throwing on some clothes.
Her decision to have the crop demonstration first thing in the day was justified when she realized she had not lit the candles the night before. They were glass enclosed candles and slow burning, just created lots of lovely warm wax. As she toured the basement now, verifying that her props were in order, she managed to get the candles lit and they would be ready for her afternoon session.
She had just finished preparing the horse when some of the campers started coming in. One broke away from the crowd and came up to Amanda, smiling and holding out a hand.
"I'm Judith. I've volunteered to be your demo for your waxing session," Her voice was soft and her smile very engaging and Amanda responded with warmth.
"Lovely to meet you Judith. I would like to talk with you about ten minutes before we start, and that will mean cutting your lunch short. Will that be a problem?" Amanda nodded to Gregory, who had come up behind Judith, and then focused her eyes back on Judith's brilliant green eyes.
"Not at all. I look forward to it," Judith turned and smiled to Gregory before going to inspect other parts of the dungeon.
Gregory stepped forward and ducked his face down before whispering huskily, "I've missed you Miss Amanda."
She laughed lightly and shook her head, watching as his face looked up with confusion. "You haven't missed me, Gregory. You've missed playing and being a top from the bottom. You want something and you can't get it now unless you beg."
A small smile of understanding as well as a blush of recognition to her statement crossed his face. "Even with all that, you've let Lady Olivia know that I can be your demo for the crop. Why?"
"I need a demo, Gregory." Amanda smiled deeply and indicated the horse. "Now strip and get your ass in the air."
Lady Olivia came up behind him, resplendent in a rust color leather outfit. "You will make sure he gives you his safeword?"
"Without hesitation, Lady Olivia," Amanda turned and focused on the different lengths of crops including a lovely ivory handled stick before checking on Gregory to make sure that he was ready. She spent five minutes with him, speaking in low tones, asking him about his safewords and how far he had gone with a cropping before. As she spoke with Gregory, she prepared herself as well, mentally blocking out the melee that was growing behind her, focusing on what she planned to discuss and how she planned to show things, listening to her background music, intentionally left on low so that it wouldn't be intrusive.
Gregory had stripped completely now and had bent himself over the horse. Amanda pulled the horse and Gregory over to a spot in front of the audience and smiled, waiting to get their attention.
She slipped easily into her prepared speech, discussing the crop's history as well as how the stinging bite of the horse crop had become a favorite play toy with masochists' on a budget. Even as she talked to the audience her fingernails played softly across Gregory's skin, noticing each wiggle without comment. She let her nails glide through Gregory's hair, scratching deeply into his scalp as she bent down to bind him to the horse.
With an intense whistling, she pick up the first crop and let it fly through the air. Back and forth she swished it as she discussed flexibility and stability. She saw out of the corner of her eye the nodding of heads and she focused back on her task.
Amanda started tapping up and down Gregory's thighs with the crop. She drew back and aimed, watching the clenching of his butt cheeks together. Just at the right moment, she let the crop fly, resounding with a solid thwap against flesh.
Gregory cried out and fought against his bindings. Amanda bent down and whispered to him softly before proceeding. Walking back and forth, tapping in a slow rhythm, watching the markings on his flesh, the soft pink becoming redder with each strike. She kept close attention on Gregory and continued to block out the audience. As her aims became more deliberate, Gregory started grunting softly, swaying with each hit, his obvious arousal pressing against the horse.
With a flash of inspiration, Amanda grabbed Gregory's hair tightly and arched his back, forcing him against the horse. With her arm flung way back, she struck his buttocks again, this time a bit more forcefully, knowing full well the severity of the mark that would rise from the welt. His cry in the suddenly quiet room was unnerving. Had she gone too far? She paused once more and looked into Gregory's face. His eyes were lust crazed and she knew he was in his space. She set aside the crop and nodded to the audience, letting her nails grated down his back once more before slowly releasing him as the people gathered around broke into a soft round of applause.
Lady Olivia pushed her way forward and gave Amanda a wild look before turning to Gregory. "You fucking slut." She grasped him roughly by his cock, forcing his attention back to her, drawing him fast back to normality. She tugged on him, leading him out of the dungeon as Amanda looked on concerned. She shrugged lightly and turned with a plastered smile, "Any questions?"
Although the audience was enthusiastic about her demonstration, she still felt that Lady Olivia had handled Gregory in an odd way. Humiliation was an interesting kink and although Amanda had touched on it once or twice in training, she still didn't feel comfortable with it.
She relaxed with her favorite iced apple juice and prepared herself mentally for the rest of the day. It was only 11:00 now and her wax demonstration wouldn't be until 1:00. She looked forward to working with Judith and wondered again about a Switch relationship.
She made it her intention to lunch with Alan and Judith so that there would be plenty of time to talk to them both. She made sure the crops were put back in place and then washed down the horse with alcohol. One thing that had become ingrained in her training was to be meticulous about cleaning up after a session.
She came up from the dungeon and wandered out into the camp area, only to be surprised to find Gregory placed in the pillory, still naked, his marks now coloring. She kept her thoughts to herself and went into the cooking area to find some more iced apple juice.
Mitchell was working on a barbecue that was filling the air with a lovely aroma. Several others had gathered around and were discussing spices as well as taunting him about his selections. Mitchell took it in good humor and just smiled, brushing more sauce on the meat. She waved to him and then sat down at a table with her apple juice, letting the conversations flow around her.
"She's an ultimate bitch, that one." One conversation drifted to her. "Did you see the way she did cool down? I would never take a sub that way after a session." "Almost like rubbing vinegar in an open wound." As Amanda turned to see who was talking, the conversation drifted away and she didn't recognize who had spoken. More people were coming into the tent now, lured by their stomachs. Amanda smiled as she saw Alan and Judith come in, and rose from the table she was at to join them.
Having lunch with the Switches was an eye opening experience. It really didn't matter who was Top or who was bottom, they were both enjoyable luncheon companions that were very open minded about their kinks. Alan explained his tendency to be more Dominant and Judith said she was more of the Sadist. Their hands were together though, fingers entwined, throughout the conversation. Amanda felt really relaxed chatting with them and realizing the time was flying, slowly began discussing her wax demonstration. Judith agreed to most everything that was said, however she mentioned that it would be helpful to add about the different temperatures of wax and the need to start with a lower melt temperature on a newer subject. Amanda smiled and added that in her discussion notes and finished up the rest of her meal.
Amanda went down to the dungeon first, making sure that her scene music was on at that the lights were dimmed lower than normal to emphasize the candles glow. She paused once in her preparations and looked at the door of the grotto, wondering if she would have time tonight to sneak in for a quick time out.
As the crowd gathered in once again, Judith made her way to the low table and stripped off her clothes before lying stomach down to begin with. She pulled her red hair away from her shoulders, letting it fall like a cloud around her face and slowly begin breathing exercises that she had mentioned to Amanda.
Amanda turned to the crowd and began her discussion. She looked around the crowd and realized that even more people were attending now than her earlier demonstration. She spoke of her first taste of wax on her nipples; how it had affected her; how artistic one could be with different colors of wax; enjoying the canvas of skin. She let her hand gently stroke against Judith's back, letting her feel the caress..the touch..and then bent to speak with her quietly again before she started. Judith's eyes were sparkling with preparation and was ready to begin.
Amanda lifted the first candle and brought it over to Judith. After careful selection, she choose the first pooling of wax to be on her lower back and tilted the glass just so..watching the first drips and noting Judith gasps of surprise and then moans of pleasure. She continued dripping the wax in a slow steady stream and then upended the container, spilling a pool on her back, watching the woman squirm against the table.
Amanda carefully blew out the wick and choose another color, making intricate patterns up Judith's back, circling on her shoulders.
Two more colors made a beautiful combination and Amanda had Judith stand, displaying it before asking her to lay upright on the table. A deep dark blue candle with just the right temperature wax had been melting just for her nipples and Amanda was pleased to note that Judith's body was responding quite well to the wax..and her lovely nipples were hardened nubs. She carefully poured the wax, dripping it against the nipples, watching the grimaces of pain, but also noticing the sheen of moisture between Judith's thighs. Amanda smiled and smelled deeply of Judith's aroused state, continuing the waxing until her full breasts were covered.
Amanda chose her dirk from the cabinet and carefully peeled the wax off each breast. They were perfect molds of Judith's pert nipples. She set them aside and told Judith to turn over once more. The now cooled wax on her back needed to be scraped off slowly and Judith actually shivered more at the knife's scraping than she had at the wax being poured on. Finally finished, Amanda looked up at the audience once more and asked, "Any questions?"
Several people came forward and looked at the markings that the wax had made and scrutinized the molding of Judith's breasts. Some applauded politely and then made their way out doors once again.
Mitchell came up with a wry grin and whispered a quick question about the wax moldings that were left. Amanda was confused but let him take them.
The rest of the day was exhausting. By the time Amanda managed to get back to her room, thoughts of using the grotto were the furthest from her mind and she dropped off to sleep quickly.
Wednesday came and went. Ms. Kathleen demonstrated a bull whip outside. Peter demonstrated floggings, including a double handed flogging that left his ‘need' gasping for ‘attention', which he took full advantage of immediately following the demonstration. The vendors that came were well associated within the community and the leather crafter was kept busy with quick personal orders. His promise to have everything ready by Thursday seemed a bit overly confident, but when he revealed his slaves that he had working for him, most folks just laughed and realized that his promises would be kept. Alan kept the piercing booth busy when Judith and him decided to get both their nipples pierced. Lady Olivia brought Gregory over and was contemplating a Prince Albert piercing for him before he rejected the idea soundly and they both left the area in a huff.
Thursday dawned and Amanda realized that most of the week was over with. She looked back over the demonstrations and instructions and realized that most of the things that were covered had already been taught to her by Ms Kathleen. She was pleased that Ms Kathleen had given her such a broad education in her skills and looked forward to relaxing for the rest of the week.
The day went by in casual conversations and preparations for the dinner that evening. The vendors left making sure that plenty of business cards were passed around for future orders, although their coffers were probably already filled due to the over extravagance that had already been spent. The leather maker indeed had quality work ready by the time they were pulling out and winked casually at Amanda. "Teamwork," he whispered as he shook her hand.
Sean arrived earlier than expected and Amanda retired with him to her room. They enjoyed their short time together, giggling and fondling, and only achieving setting a passionate spark that couldn't be extinguished without being late for dinner. Amanda had acquired several more outfits but chose instead to dress in the first leather dress that she had purchased, for that house warming that seemed a life time ago. Sean was resplendent in a grey suit and as they made their way out to the tent, the sun was setting in a glorious display and extra twinkle lights had been set up to add to the atmosphere.
Mitchell had gone all out for the dinner, created a roast wrapped in filo dough that melted in your mouth. Amanda almost lost it when she realized the that ice sculptures that were floating in the punch bowls were in the shape of Judith's breasts. She quietly explained what had occurred to Sean and had him chuckling and mentioning some other private parts that would have made some interesting sculptures. Amanda introduced Sean to the model and Alan and realized that over the past few days that some of these wonderful people would be good life long friends.
At the closing of the dinner, Ms Kathleen called Amanda up to the stage portion of the tent. With solemn voice, she asked Amanda to bend over. Not knowing what was occurring but trusting Ms Kathleen, Amanda bent from her waist, her dark hair flowed over her face. She felt the cold steel of what appeared to be garden shears and with a "snick" the leather collar was removed from her neck and fell with a soft thud to the floor.
"I want to thank you all for your comments and suggestions regarding Miss Amanda and I'm pleased to release her from training." Ms Kathleen announced soundly. Bright and lively applause echoed through the tent and Amanda blushed as she stood back up. Ms Kathleen kissed her softly. "You are such a good girl, now be a good dominant."
"Yes Ma'am," Amanda quietly replied.