The room is lit but a dimmer switch lessenes the bright light to more of a soft glow. Candles on a table on the far side of the room flicker causing s...adows to dance on the walls. The table is covered in a dr****g deep red cloth and on it woth the candles are a array of dildos whips and gags.A heavy looking solid wood chair around sits against another wall and the only other thing in the room is a leather sex swing hanging from the ceiling by strong chains.Her eyes stare at the swing missing. A Mistress dressed in all black leather stands up and says, "Slaves we are going to have a little competition to see which of us is the better trainer. Some of the rules for the games as are follows: 1:No slave is to look across this table. 2:There will be no speaking unless told to speak. 3:You will do anything WE tell you. 4:You will not be allowed to cum unless one of us tells you to. If you do not obey these rules you will never be slaves for us again and will be publicly humiliated in. I was going to miss those fat paydays when I started at the new club. My deal for running the new place was that I’d draw twenty-five dollars a week with a room and meals. On the other hand, I was in line for one-sixth of the profits, if there were any. The pressure was on me to make my idea work, especially since everyone had shown such faith in me.My stash of money had actually grown a good bit the last week, even after my investment in the gents’ club was factored in, because of the reward. She stuck her fingers in her pussy and then licked off the juice. She took her right index finger and found her ass hole, in it went. She pulled at her nipples, sucked her other hand and looked at Tom. When their eyes met she never blinked; she willed him to watch. He could not look away as she showed him her pussy. “Is everything all right up there?” I asked from the base of the ladder.“Uh… uh… I’m just trying to get the top of the window clean,” Tom stammered. “Just give me a minute. Hey, can.