Sandy's Deal
Sandy's Deal, Part 1
SANDI'S DEAL, Pt.1
I'd been interviewing possible replacements for my mistress Sandi, who'd moved away six months before, and now lived on the West Coast. It was
getting urgent. I missed her, but I needed to find a way to satisfy myself. But now I wonder: Or had they been interviewing me? More the latter, really. As
you'd expect with a submissive guy like me. I'd checked into a decent hotel, our local Marriott Courtyard and I'd let them visit, in turn. Inevitably, because
of my sexual outlook. It had turned into more than just a polite chat in each case. You know how it is, I'm sure. I'd ended up showing myself naked to
each of them to convince them that I was worthy. I'd been brutally whipped, hard enough to mark me for days. I'd been on my knees licking shoes, boots,
sweaty feet and pussy. I'd been made to jerk off, and eaten my own semen and I'd enjoyed every filthy minute. They were so diverse, yet so perfect, each
one. Yet, I still didn't know which one I wanted to serve full time. I guess there really had never been any doubt about what I'd end up doing. I
looked through my Daytimer, then picked up the phone and dialed Sandi's new number. She answered on the second ring, and was evidently pleased to
hear from me. "Hey, just thinking about you. It's been a few weeks now. What took you so long, slave? Let me guess. Need some advice?" I explained
what I'd been trying to set up, and how I'd gone about it, hearing a conditional approval in her voice. "Like it. What did your ad say?" "Let's see . . . .
'SWM, 45, former exec, writer, has large midtown house, country retreat, to share with Dominant Female. Your own apt. No charge. Privacy. Must want to
own/train a slave. Box 208.' I kept it simple . . ." "Good, and you got, uh, how many?" "A half dozen, but only a few to be taken seriously." I quickly ran
through the list of the three women I'd found in the classifieds. She commented, "that was a lucky find," when I described the surprise addition of Diana.
"Okay, so run through them more carefully, huh? Tell me what they were like," she said. I could hear her light a cigarette, pour a drink. "Well, Linda was the
first. She's just an inexperienced college kid, in her early twenties. Very young-looking, and fit. She is wonderfully rough. Uh, she threatened to humiliate
me in front of her friends -- they'd all be about her age, and just as cute, no doubt. That's a very exciting idea." "Oh, I bet, you like the nymphet types, I
know," Sandi laughed. "Legal is better. Think of the trouble your ex-wife caused over the babysitter . . ." "Yes. I'm careful now. I imagine they'd be giggly
and coy at first which would be an incredibly arousing experience. But Linda's the older-sister type who will take charge, and set an example. I'm sure with
her that my role as entertainer would go beyond jerking off and similar exhibitionism. I'll ending up paying for the thrill of showing them my body. She'll
see to it that they take up whips and make me suffer, too." "So, that sounds quite good. Not quite your type, from past form. But promising. So, what's the
next?" "Uh, a woman called Mistress Jane? A sort of bored housewife type in her thirties. I think she works in a library. Doing a business studies course.
She told me she's never done anything like this before. You'd never know!" "What is she like, physically?" "Small, dark haired. Submitting to a small,
supremely confident woman is deeply exciting, to a big guy like me. You know that . . ." Sandi laughed. The description fit her too."Jane, I think, is the type
who would happily go to the kinds of physical extremes that I love in theory, but that scare me in practice." "Ah! Right." "You know all this. I want a woman
to be hard on me. But Jane was very cruel to me, almost reckless. Once she gets started, she'll be hard to stop. How brave am I? With Jane, I worry there's
the risk of real pain, of surprise visits to the emergency room, the frowns of disapproving doctors, of scars." "I love it," Sandi chuckled. "You know, as you
get older dear, you may need someone as nasty as that to get you off. You shouldn't worry about scars. They're badges of honor, for a submissive, aren't
they? Don't rule her out, okay? And the third one?" "Heather? She's oh, thirty five, blonde, a bit heavier than the others. Rather quiet, in a dark brooding
way. She knows how a submissive's mind works." "Oh? more than the others?" "Yes. She, well, I can tell you I suppose . . . she forced me to lick her ass."
Sandi gave a hoot of laughter. "Great! Oh, I wish I'd seen that! So, did you think I'd be offended, or something? No, you need to do that . . ."I confessed: "it
was especially humiliating because I thought you'd be mad at me, yes. I couldn't resist. You know that. It's something I've longed for. There have been
other women I've wanted to lick. But somehow, apart from you, it's been too much for me to ask. I'm always too ashamed to suggest it." "Well, it's a sure
sign of slavery, that's for sure. There's no going back after you've stuck your tongue up a woman's ass. She never looks at you the same way again . . ."
Sandi said, giggling a little. "It's the act of total, shameful submission. It defined our relationship, forever didn't it?" "Yes, my lady. And that's not all. She
pried a secret out of me that you had promised to completely dominate me."Sandi snorted. "You mean, she made you confess that you'd consented
to me breaking you?" "Yes, my lady." "Oh, that's very interesting, isn't it? So, is she as mean as me would you say?" "I can't tell. She may be." I could hear
the tremor in my voice. "She's the type who could be merciless. The others might, too. But she's the one who made me confess the idea, and she leaped
right on it. Said that two days of punishment wasn't enough . . ." "Oh?" Sandi asked. She's always thought she could make me submit completely in that
time. "Yes. She said that I needed longer, and to start planning for it. She says a breaking-in session is 'most certainly in my immediate future.' " "Tell me
more. I really like the sound of her." "Well, I guess I did too. She really had me mesmerized. I was literally shaking as she described her intentions for me, if
she moved in." "Such as?" "She said, uh, your only fault was being a little too tenderhearted . . . that two days is way too kind. She said: 'When I break you,
slave, you'll know you've been dominated . . .' Meaning, I'll get some big time torture." "Come on, like what?" "Like, oh, about . . . ten solid days and nights
in straps and chains, totally restrained and helpless, gagged . . . under the whip the whole time . . . " "Ah, she's got it, alright!" " . . .and that I needed to be
thrashed until I'm black and blue, . . bruised and striped all over, and really bloody . . . ""Mmmm.""She said, uh, 'some skin's got to come off' . . . So I get
some scars to remember it by . . ."There was a pause. I could hear Sandi breathing deeply."Mmmm. I love that. It sounds so good. She's right, you know.
You need to be given no choice. Just tortured. Don't you?" "Yes, my lady.""Did I hear you say there was another? One who didn't reply to the ad? What's
the deal there?" "Yes, Diane's her name. A wild card, really. She's a room cleaner at the hotel, who'd been observing them come and go.""I like it! What's
she like?""Hispanic, young, poor, very curvaceous. She's well educated, though. Speaks good English, gets what it's all about.""Even your weird habits?"
"Yes. She has a really deep knowledge of Female Domination, because her mother is a sort of retired hooker, used to run a dominatrix business." "Oh,
excellent . . .""But she wasn't merely playing with me, my lady. She had genuinely perverse desires of her own. And . . ." "And what?""Well, she had
something else going for her. You know me and smells. . . " "Oh, do I . . ." "Well, Diane has a real powerful scent and taste. I'm talking about her pussy.
There's something extra exciting about the sloppier hygiene of working class women, no doubt about it. Not that any of these four could have won a clean
panties contest . . .""Now, now . . . don't be judgmental. They don't have to keep their undies clean, if it's in a good cause . . . " She asked a few more
questions. She giggled as I outlined some of what had happened, not censoring anything. After I told her about my inability to make a decision she
laughed outright, genuinely amused at my predicament. "Well, that's all to do with why you're a sub, isn't it? You can't decide on anything. All these hot
bitches turned you on at the time . . . Right? And you squirted off for each one. Very energetic, that! So what do you think you want to do?" she asked.
"I don't know," I told her miserably. "They're all great. Each is perfect in her own way, but . . . . I can't decide." "You'll have to, though, or you'll end up with
none," she told me. "That's the way dominant women are . . . . they know they can easily find another slave, soon enough. They won't let you fuck around
with their lives. . ." A long pause. "Aaaah! So, are you asking me to decide for you? Is that it?" "Maybe . . . I mean, yes . . .""Well, I could just pick one from
your description . . . Or do you want me to do some further work . . . . interview them by phone . . . . ?" "Well, if you think it would help you decide . . ."
"It might . . . there are things I need to know. Some major omissions. Hasn't it occurred to you? If what you say is right, not one of them discussed her
attitude to penetrating your asshole . . . so, there's one idea I'm certainly going to put in their minds. You need that, no doubt about it . . . and I'll tell them
so. And see what they have to say about it . . . Not to mention the old familiar topic of where and how you should be branded, and the various parts of
your body that need to be pierced. Remember? You promised you'd let me do that, or have it done, if I really wanted to. I chickened out, didn't I? Well,
maybe I'll transfer that right to someone nastier than me. Let's stop playing word games and get it done, shall we? I'm sure at least one of them will be
happy to burn and cut you, huh?" I groaned. No doubt about that. More than one, if I'd read them rightly. What was I letting myself in for, getting Sandi
involved at this stage? She gave a little giggle, detecting my dismay. "Yes, it could be fun, throwing out some ideas, stirring things up a little . . . and at
least I'd have the amusement of hearing what each one of them really thinks of you. They've all seen you nude, watched you wank, pushed you around
and bullied you. I'm sure we'll have a good laugh about you and your pathetic ways . . . . I'll have a few good stories to tell them . . .""Yes, I'm sure you
will," I agreed, miserably. "It's up to you . .. if you think you need to talk to them . . . ."Another pause."Yes, I think I do," she said with a little tremor in her
voice."So, give me those phone numbers now, and their full names and addresses while you're about it . . . ."I carefully ran through them, spelling out the
details."Are you really going to call them?" I asked."Uh huh," she replied. "Makes perfect sense doesn't it? I know the questions to ask. And I know a lot
about what you want, and I think I've got a grip on what you need, which may be more important. And because, you know, I might just be able to set up
something even better that would, uh, amuse me, too . . ." "What's that?" I asked, anxiously. "Oh,just a thought . . . what if I put my arbitration and
negotiating skills to work . . . . ?" I swallowed. She always scared me when she got into her 'lawyer' mode. " . . . because it's quite possible, since all of
these women work-- and you don't, really -- that I could put together a nice condo arrangement -- You know? Co-ownership? Where they get to share
you . . .All spelled out in a nice highly detailed legal contract, of course . . ."I gasped: "Sandi!!""Mistress, you horrid little worm!" she corrected, then teased:
"Oh, does that idea bother you? Hmmm? There has to be a contract, the way you like things . . .""Y. . .Yes," I breathed. She commented: "Of course there
does. Just like we should have had . . . a contract of total physical and sexual slavery . . . so there's no possibility of disagreement about who you belong
to, and why . . ."I feebly said: "Yes, my lady . . . ""And a condo deal, now, you can see how that'd be extra good . . .meaning that it's 100% certain you'll get
used a lot more. Ha ha, I mean abused and bruised, don't I? And there's always the opportunity for them to stay together for 'scenes' at the weekends. Yes.
They may have appeared straight, but you never know when you get sexually liberated women together. All sorts of 'bi' possibilities here, aren't there?
Was itHeather who had all the 'girlfriends'? Wonder what she really meant by that, huh? In her age group, in particular . . . Very liberated, they are . . . Well.
Only one way to find out . . . .Your place is big enough for all of them, face it. Especially if they put you in the maid's room. Or the kennel, ha ha! By the
way, if it works, is there any reason why Diane's mother shouldn't get invited along? She's in the country, right? I mean, she sounds like a lot of fun . . . and
after raising a daughter like Diane, well she really deserves it! No objections . . . . . ?" She didn't wait to hear. "Of course not! You'd go for that, I'm sure.
Sounds like there's a decent chance she may have some really cool equipment stashed away somewhere, that could get set up in your basement, huh? A
nice spectrum. College age babe, young housewife, older ones, big and small, experienced and not, but all more than willing to play, and all as mean as
hell by the sound of it. Yes . . . the whole spectrum. This could be very good. Hey, if it works out right, I might even want to hop on a plane and burn some
frequent flyer miles . . . pay a visit every now and then myself! Boy, you got lucky here. You'll certainly get more than you deserve if I can pull this off . . . So,
get off the phone, fuckwit. I've got some business to attend to . . . I'll call you at home later, alright? Be there at 10pm."
/continued in Pt.2/
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