Craig Esposito - Katie_s Pain Lesson

What the hell could I do? I smiled in response. Jason did a bit more.

"Johnny?"

"Yes, sir?" The up-till-then silent Johnny said as he instantly approached the table and gave his full attention to Jason.

"A one hour reward for Susan."

"Yes, sir," he responded as he suddenly turned and walked away. At a china cabinet, he reached into a drawer and withdrew something and turned back.

Walking up to his wife, he lifted his hands. It was obvious that she was eager to accept what he was giving her as she pulled her shoulders back and stuck out her exposed ring decorated tits.

The next second she moaned and I leaned forward to see what the hell they were doing.

By then I guess I should have known what was to transpire, but I didn't, as Johnny quickly clipped a set of, what I considered, massive weights to his wife's nipple rings and let them drop. But I did know enough by then to know that she had the privilege of wearing the weights she so admired for an hour for her reward in telling me what she had.

Up until Johnny had fastened the weights to her nipple rings, Susan's nipples had pointed up, like a sky jump. But with that attached weights added they had a pronounced downward slant, attesting to the pull they exerted on her nipples.

Oh, yea, what a household!

Susan served the remainder of the meal with the weights flopping at the ends of her tits like a trophy. Quite a distraction, I might add. Not only the weights themselves, but her reaction to them. Even I could smell her aroused state.

The more I saw them, the more I was interested in a set of my own. No doubt about it, this house had its effects upon me.

As the meal progressed Jason told me more about his household, expanding upon what I had learned from Betsy last night.

There were five males and five females on staff at Jason's college home. Each was more or less paired up in some fashion. I learned that Charles and Betsy were also married, as were Thomas, the butler, and Karen, one of the assistant cooks, neither of which had I met.

Each male had full rights to punish any female in residence, spouse or not, if seen doing something wrong, no matter the triviality of the offense. According to Jason, all willingly complied with that fact of residence.

He also informed me that while I was in his house, I, too, was under the same dictate. I smiled at that, remembering my thoughts of the previous night. Oh, yea, quite a household to be sure.

I got a sampling of that house rule just before Jason and I left the dinning room. The other woman, by the name of Carol, dropped one of the plates as she was cleaning off the table. She quickly bent over to retrieve the plate and placed it back on the table.

The next instance she was bend over, elbows on the table as Johnny flipped up her short skirt and gave her bared ass ten popping strokes with a strap he took from the same china cabinet he had gotten the weights from for his wife from earlier.

"So, tell me," Jason said as he took my arm and escorted me out of the dinning room, "what do you think of my home?"

"Do you mean physically, as in structure or the staff and their roles?"

"The latter, of course."

Well, that was getting to the point, now wasn't it, I thought, as I couldn't stop myself from taking a quick look at my exposed body as we walked along a long hallway that he was leading me down.

"I, well, I find it… intriguing."

"A positive intriguing, or a negative intriguing?"

"Oh, most definitely the positive variety, need you ask?"

"No, but it is nice to hear it stated. You know, Kate, you have come quite a way in a short time span. And it is nice to have all of my conjectures confirmed. So tell me, what was your reaction when you learned that you were to remain nude while in my home?"

"How did I feel? Well, at first I must admit that I was ticked. To have servants tell me of my non-choice in the matter was a bit… irritating, I guess."

"And your second response?"

"Acceptance, as if you need ask." Tipping my head up to look at him, I added, "After all, on our first encounter you did throw my clothing out the window. And I've come to, well, accept that you want me to be the exhibitionist. It wasn't something I contemplated before meeting you, but I can see that it's something you desire of me."

"And?"

"And what?"

"Finish the statement, Kate. You know what I want to hear."

"And I will do it to please you. There, satisfied?"

"Tremendously. I do enjoy displaying you, I won't deny it. But remember, the choice of whether or not you do as I desire is still your option. I will never truly force you to do anything against your will. I want a fully reciprocal relationship. If there is something that you don't want to happen, please state so. Agreed?"

"Agreed. And if I refuse something that you truly want, what then?"

He paused as if to consider his answer. "No. I don't think that will happen. I may have to use persuasion, but I don't really think you will deny me. At least not with something important. I'm sure you will have your little hang-ups but I don't think there will be a major stumbling block. Do you?"

I really didn't and after a moment's hesitation I thus informed him as he opened a door before us. We had made our way threw the main floor of the house and gone down a stairway while talking. I hadn't been paying much attention to where we were going, quite frankly, I didn't give a damn. But when he opened the door, with a key he had taken from is pocket, I stopped dead in my tracks.

Before me spread seemingly acres of… well the only words I could summons was a torture chamber.

Stone and wood walls. Stone floors. Stone and wood beamed ceilings. And weapons? Shit the store in New York didn't have as many as my eyes encountered on their first sweep around the rooms. The things that my eyes saw came in a variety of forms: leather, as in whips and crops; wood, as in paddles and devices for holding victims; metal, as in shackles, chains.

I really couldn't take it all in at once. It was too much to assimilate. There were cages, racks, blocks of stone and wood that I had no idea of purpose. There were rings and hooks literally all over most surfaces from ceiling to floor and everywhere in between. Harnesses, gags, hoods. Hell, I didn't know what half the stuff was for.

But that fact didn't stop my body from reacting.

I'm not kidding, I could literally feel my tits growing. Right along with my damned clit. Goose bumps covered every available space on my skin as shivers when up and down my spine.

"Impressive, isn't it?"

"Imm… impressive? I… ah well, yes, it is." Then as a thought suddenly hit me, I asked, "Why in the world did you take me to New York when you had all of," waving my hands to encompass what was before me, "this?"

Pulling me up to his side, making me contour to his body, he said, "For several reason, actually. One, I wanted to see what it was you wanted. I not only noted what you wanted, I noted what you didn't want, or at least didn't have me purchase while there. I watched your eyes. If you had had the guts you would have bought more and I wanted to know what those items were."

"But why didn't you just bring me here?"

"Because these are my selections, not yours. I didn't want you to feel obligated to have these used on you. As I said, your wants are very important to me. As are my own, naturally."

Pressing into the small of my back, he urged me into the room. "I wanted to observe you. Your reactions to various items and how they effected you."

"Oh, and what, if anything, did you learn by your ahh observations of me?"

"I learned, my dear Kate, that there is damned little that frightens or turns you off. And that appeals to me. Greatly, I might add. You didn't flinch at anything. Granted, you showed more interest in some things than others. But nothing seemed to turn you off."