A forward:

This is the second story I've written about Don. You should read "Taking Theresa," first.

I don't live in the D/s community, however, I have some loving friends that have given me a glimpse of it.
Some times I envy them, and sometimes, they scare the sh*t out of me.

One of the first things I learned, when dealing with people in the BDSM culture, was to keep my hands to my self. Never touch anyone, without invitation. Or, at least, permission.

It always amazes me that newcomers can't keep their hands off other peoples property. Weather it be a slave, or a whip. If it isn't yours, don't touch. Especially in this time of AIDS. This is for the protection of everyone.

This story is dedicated to Luke, who died from AIDS, and his loving Mistress, Dianna.
Luke, I miss you, dude. You were the best friend a man could want.
Dianna, if you read this, call me. Please. My number hasn't changed. I miss you, too.

Open House

©2009 The Scribbler

The party was definitely a success.

We'd invited every Master and Mistress I'd ever done business with, and they had all been told they could bring one guest or slave each. This meant over sixty people over the course of the afternoon and evening.

The party was to show off my old house as a full fledged slave training center. With a completely redesigned floor plan, and a brand new dungeon in the basement. Some of the other rooms had been remodeled for scenes, like a school room, and a Doctors exam room, for example

I lived next door, with Margaret. The school was actually her idea.

Margaret and I were mingling with our guests when I heard my slave, Terri, scream from the kitchen.

I ran.

As I entered the room, I saw Terri in supplicant position, being whipped with a belt by a man I didn't know. She wasn't cowering from his strokes, she was begging to be allowed to speak.

"STOP!" I yelled.

I placed myself between Terri and the man, who was still trying to whip her.

"Just what the hell do you think you are doing?" I asked, in a deceptively mild voice.

Margaret, who, amongst a bunch of others had followed me into the kitchen blanched at my tone. She knew what it meant, and how angry I was.

"I asked the bitch a question, and she refused to answer me. She just pointed to her mouth and shook her head. I told her to answer or I'd whip her, and she just got on her knees. Since she still wouldn't answer me, I started whipping her."

I interrupted him. "And just how many times did you strike her?"

I don't know; I didn't feel the need to count."

"Mistress Margaret," I said, seeing her in the doorway, "Would you please see to Terri's needs? Thank you."

"Now, did you happen to notice, when my slave, Terri, pointed to her mouth, a red lipstick X across her mouth?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"So what, is that she is my property, and I had forbidden her to speak. And to inform my guests, of that, I put a red X over her mouth. It IS a standard sign in our community. Just who are you, any way?

"Jack Tidwell if you must know."

"Mr. Tidwell, since this is my home, I think I really should know. And I don't recall your name on the list of invitations. Therefore, I assume you are with someone?"

"Yeah, I came with Reggi."

"Ahh, Mistress Regina. And where is she, right now?"

"How the hell should I know? I don't keep track of her."

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and Margaret whispered in my ear, "Terri needs a doctor. The bastard hit her eye. That's why she screamed."

I looked around at Terri. There was a thin line of a cut and welt extending from the corner of her eye around almost to her ear.

I turned back, and felt the anger that had filled me the moment I saw Terri on the floor, suddenly turn to a cold and implacable rage. This man would not escape my wrath.

I took a deep breath, and let it out explosively. Then said, "Thank You Margaret. Master John, Master Thomas, Would you be so kind as to secure this man? If he gives you any back talk, there is a gag on the shelf behind you. Please take him to the dungeon. I am calling for a Court."

John grabbed Mr. Tidwell's hands from behind, and had him cuffed faster than it takes to say it. Tom, had grabbed the ball gag, and was ready when the man opened his mouth.

"Thank You, gentlemen. Does anyone know if Dr. Roberts is still here? Or his Top?"

A young slave said she would get him. "Thank You Tina," I said to her as she ran from the kitchen.

"Everyone, I have called for a Court. It will be held in the dungeon. Please keep close control of your slaves and partners. If Dianna is still here, could one of you ask her to come see me? Thank You all, we will be along in a few minutes."

I grabbed an ice pack from the freezer, and went to Terri. She was still whimpering from the pain in her eye, which was terribly bloodshot. I sat down on the floor, and pulled her into my lap, to hold the cold compress against her face.

Terri kept trying to get back into supplicant position, and I kept pulling her back onto my lap. "Shh, quiet. You can speak later. Hug me, now." Terri put her arms around my neck, and her head on my chest, and cried. Hard wracking sobs that tore at my heart. All I could do, was hold the ice pack against her face, and rock her.

Dr. Roberts came rushing in, carrying the old fashioned doctor bag that he keeps in his car. Dr. Roberts is a tall dark man that looks like a natural Master. He is a master when it comes to the medical needs of our community, but he prefers being submissive to his wife and Mistress. He has said many tmes, if it weren't for Missy taking control of him, the stress of being a doctor would have killed him years ago. He is the family doctor for a lot of us. He was also a close personal friend of mine.

Margaret followed him in a moment later with the big first aid kit from the dungeon.

"Let's have a look, then, shall we?" I hated his fake British accent, but it did help Terri stem her tears. "Ahh, Terri, Tsk, tsk.

"Master," he said to me, "I need to touch her, and I need her to talk to me."

"Yes, you do. Terri, answer Dr. Roberts questions fully."

"Yes, Sir," she said softly.

"Terri, are you injured anywhere else than your face?"

"No, Sir."

"Are you able to stand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Then let's get you on your feet so the light is better."

We both helped Terri to her feet. She was shaking, but manging to stay on her feet.

He examined Terri's eye very closely, and then said, "Well, he missed hitting the eye directly, but there is some swelling in the socket. The skin and soft tissue damage is going to swell even more. I want to examine it again, in fifteen minutes, to check for swelling in the eyeball. If there is any, we'll have to get Terri to the hospital as fast as we can. For now, we'll put a dressing on it, and then the ice pack.

"Master Don, can I give her something for the swelling and pain?" While he was talking, Dr. Roberts was also doing. By the time he asked about medicating Terri, he was done and holding some pills from his bag.

"Terri?" I asked. This pain you do not deserve. Do you want relief?"

"No, Sir. I can stand it. If I take anything, I might not be able to feel my punishment for breaking silence."

"Terri," Dr. Roberts said, "Just aspirin. It won't do a lot for the pain, but it will help reduce the swelling. We need to keep any swelling down so you don't lose your eye."

I felt a chill run up my back. "Take the medicine, Terri. Now."

"Yes, Sir."

I looked up, and noticed Margaret, with tears in her eyes. I asked her with my expression, what she needed.

"Sir, Mistress Dianna is waiting for you. Every one else is in the dungeon, except Mistress Regina. She is in the bathroom, throwing up. She thinks her "date" may have put something in her drink."

"Thank You, Margaret. Please assist Dr. Roberts for a moment, while I speak to Mistress Dianna." Margaret took my place, holding and comforting her daughter.

Dianna had been listening at the door. She poked her head in, and asked if she could enter.

"Please, Mistress," I said, walking towards her. "I have called for a court. I would be honored if you would preside."

"The honor is mine," she replied. "Shall we begin now?"

"By all means," I replied

"Margaret, if you would escort Mistress Regina, as soon as possible?" I asked, as I took Terri back into my arms.

"Yes,Sir."

Dianna said, "Dr. Roberts, you may be called upon to explain your findings."

"No problem, Mistress. I may have to stop proceedings because it is important that I examine that eye, often."

"Rest assured, Doctor, that will not be a problem."

I hugged Terri to me, and whispered into her ear, "I am so sorry that I wasn't here to protect you. I will make it up to you. I love you, Terri."

"I love you too, Sir," she replied, and I felt her melt against me.

"Sush, now. You'll get your chance."

"Thank You, Sir," she whispered. A bold thing for her to say, since I'd just told her to be quiet.

I picked Terri up, and carried her down the stairs and into the dungeon. A collective gasp was heard when Terri's face became visible to the crowd. I sat Terri on a low table, and told her to be still. She gathered herself into her basic display pose and waited.

Looking around, I saw Margaret and Regina had followed us down. Good. All were present.

"Ladies and Gentlemen."

The room went silent, except for the muffled noises Mr. Tidwell was making. Evereyone was waiting for me to speak.

After a moment, I said, "I have a grievance. I have called for this court, and asked Mistress Dianna to preside."

Dianna stood, and said, "Is there any one that objects to my presiding?"

No one said a word.

"Then I accept the responsibility of this decision to be made. Sir, state your grievance."

"Madam, my property has suffered damage and injury at the hand of Mr. Tidwell. Mr. Tidwell did, by his own admission, Touch my property and attempt to engage my property in conversation, without my permission. Indeed, Mr. Tidwell never attempted to request my permission. He couldn't be bothered to inquire who my slave's Master was. He then used excessive punishment upon my property, when she failed to respond to him. Her failure to speak was at my command of silence, and I'd marked a red X upon her lips so that all would know, that she was forbidden to speak."

There was a groan from the people watching. One never talks to a slave without the owners permission. One never touches anyone else without invitation. These concepts are so basic that we hardly ever think of them, and violations are a total shock to us.

"In the course of punishing her, by whipping her in an uncontrolled manner, He struck my property very close to her eye. Dr. Roberts has said that she might still lose sight in that eye."

I nodded towards Terri, who was being examined again by Dr. Roberts as I was talking.

"And is this person present?" asked Dianna.

"Yes, Madam, he is being detained by Masters John, and Thomas."

"Very well, we have heard the charge, now we will hear the answer."

Tom quickly removed the gag from Mr. Jack Tidwell's mouth.

"Turn me loose, you assholes!"

"Quiet." said Diana. Years of command presence as a Dominant showed in her voice.

He shut up.

Dianna looked at him for a moment, then asked him, "Did you hear the grievance Master Don has aired?"

"If you mean did I hear him bitching about my hitting his cunt, yeah." Mr. Tidwell was not making any friends, here. He didn't seem to understand how serious a situation he'd put himself into.

"And how do you answer his complaint?" asked Dianna.

"My answer? My answer is, yeah, I hit a slave, so what?"

Dianna sat, thinking for a moment, then said, "Guilt has been admited, so the only judgement shall be for punishment of the offense. I need more information, before I can determine what may be suitable."

Dianna spoke loudly, then. "Who sponsors this man?"

Regina stepped forward. "To my shame, I did," she said.

"What do you offer in mitigation?" asked Dianna.

Regina, one of the stronger Dominatrices I'd ever known, went to her knees, bowed her head to the floor, and offered her hands. "I offer a year and a day," she said.

A gasp from all of us. We expected an explanation of why she'd brought Tidwell to the party, and Regina had only submitted. We all wondered just what was going on with her, and the asshole she'd sponsored. By submitting, she avoided having to tell the story. For now, anyway.

"Do you accept?" Dianna asked me.

"Yes," I said. "Margaret, bring me a collar."

I felt Margaret kneeling against my leg. She must have already had a collar to hand.

I knelt next to her and buckled the collar onto Regina's neck Standing, and and then pulling Regina to her feet, I said, "For a year and a day, you are mine"

She bowed to me, and knelt to one side, next to the low table Terri was kneeling on. Regina rested her head against Terri's thigh, and whispered how sorry she was. Terri snuck a hand to pet Regina's hair, a gesture of comfort.

"Mr. Tidwell," Dianna said. "What do you offer in mitigation?"

"I don't offer a damned thing. I didn't do anything wrong. I punished a disobedient slave. Nothing wrong with that." The man was just about too stupid to live.

There were grumbles coming from the crowd, and Dianna held up her hand to regain silence.

"Do you offer recompence" She asked.

"Hell, no."

She turned back to me, with a knowing smile and asked, "What would you have?"

I pondered a moment, thinking about Mr. Jack Tidwell and how he acted. "I offer a choice. One Million dollars, or punishment."

""Your choice, Mr Tidwell," Dianna said. "Which shall it be?"

"I don't have that kind of money. I wouldn't pay it if I did. You want to punish me, you're welcome to try."

"It seems Mr. Tidwell has chosen punishment, Master Don. What form do you have in mind?"

I smiled. "Again, I offer choice, Madam. A choice between branding, and an equal number of strokes as my property received at his hand." I paused for effect. "With a bull whip."

Another gasp from the crowd, and numerous whispers of "Take the brand." I am rather famous in my community for my skill with a bull whip. Growing up on a cattle ranch, using one for moving livestock while on foot, develops that skill admirably.

Dianna asked, "How many strokes did your slave receive?"

I do not know. When I asked Mr. Tidwell, he said he hadn't seen any need to count."

Judging by the noises the crowd was making after that statement, Mr. Tidwell was in a heap of trouble when he got out of here.

If he gets out of here.

And he was beginning to get an idea how badly he had fucked up.

"May I inquire of your slave, what occurred?" asked Dianna.

"Madam, You may. Terri, report to Mistress Dianna. Answer her fully."

Terri, slid herself off the low table, and walked over to Dianna, a bit unsteadily. I silently forgave her for her slow gait.

She knelt before Dianna, then supplicated.

"Tell us, slave, what occurred," Dianna commanded.

Terri sat back up on her heels, and in a clear, quiet voice, said, "Mistress, this slave was preparing a cheese tray for the guests, when the man came up to this slave and began stroking her neck. He asked if this slave was for sale. This slave shook her head in a negative manner, and pointed to the mark her Master placed on this slave's lips to show that yhis slave was forbidden to speak. The man then said, he'd asked a question, and that he expected an answer. This slave again pointed to the mark her Master had placed upon this slave. Then the man began fondling this slave's breasts, sqeezing her nipples and said that this slave should leave with him. This slave refused, and again shook her head in a negative, and he said that if this slave didn't say something, he'd beat me until she did. He removed his belt, and struck her across her shoulders. This slave went to her knees, and suplicated, and he only continued to hit her, until her Master stopped him."

"How many times did he strike you"

"Thirty seven strokes, Mistress."

"And at what point did you scream?"

"Mistress, on the twenty ninth stroke, the man hit this slave's face, and she thought, her eye."

Terri turned in my direction. "I'm sorry, Master, I tried so hard, to remain silent!"

"Pay attention to the Mistress, slave," I replied, gruffly.

Dianna spoke, "No, that is all, slave. Return to your Master."

Terri came back to me, and I pointed at the table. She resumed her place.

"Thirty seven strokes, Mr. Tidwell. Or branding. Your choice."

I knew what he was thinking. Branding is permanent. A whipping, though could heal. I hoped he'd choose the whip.

There are two ways to use a bull whip. The first, is to swing at your subject so that the lash winds around them, and the tag hits with a strong sting. You can break skin with this method, and it can hurt terribly. The other way, is to "crack" the whip when you strike. The trick is to have the tag hit your victim straight on, as the tag cracks the sound barrier. Seven hundred something miles per hour. The problem is control. It's always control.

"The whip," he said.

Now, the people watching flinched. "No!" "Take the brand." Many similar comments.

Dianna asked, "Are you certain?"

"Yeah, I've been whipped before."

"Very well, you've made your choice, and this Court accepts it as a fitting punishment," said Dianna. Holding her hand out to them, she said "Masters, if you please?"

John and Thomas immediately hooked Jack's handcuffs to a cable hanging from a pulley hung on the ceiling joist above them and cranked the winch to hold him just off the floor by his wrists. Then they cut his clothes off. When they started that, he began screaming all sorts of threats and obscenities.

"Gag him," Mistress Dianna said. And they did.

I retrieved my twelve foot whip from its hook. Mostly it is for display, but I have won numerous first place and champion ribbons at county fairs, and rodeos with it. I can take a fly off a horses ear without bothering the horse. I can also dig a chunk out of an animals hide. Bull whips were originally made to control bulls. I made a lot of money in my younger days, betting on how well I could use my whip. It's how I made the down payment on my first house.

I looked at Dianna, and she got the message. She addressed the people watching.

"I have accepted responsibility for this judgement. I must stay until it is concluded. Any of you wishing to leave the dungeon, please do so now."

Dr. Roberts made his way over to me and said, "How bad."

"Bad. He wouldn't live to twenty. I'll stop when he loses consciousness. He's going to need you, though."

"A shame I won't be here, then. I've had to fix his messes before. He almost killed one sub, because she wouldn't give up her ass. I'm going out to my car. I need to look at Terri again, soon."

"She needs to see this, so that she knows I'll always protect her."

"I know that. As soon as you can, though."

And he left.

Looking around, I saw that most of the people had gone back upstairs. I said, "Margaret, please go see to our guests."

"Yes, Sir," she responded, and left to do my bidding.

As Margaret closed the door behind her, I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. I let the cold rage take control, and uncoiled my whip.

I took his nipples with the first two strokes.

I broke his penis on the seventh.

I struck his forehead with the tenth, and that's where he passed out.

Thomas looked at me, with a question in his eyes. "I'm done," I said.

He nodded and lowered the winch cable.

I gathered Terri, and took her up to have Dr. Roberts check her again.

I left the trash for others to take out. I'd done for them in the past, I knew they would do for me, now. I didn't know how they'd handle it, but I didn't care, either.

News reports later said that Mr. Jack Tidwell, driving his car at a high rate of speed down the mountain, went through a guardrail and plunged over one hundred fifty feet to a fiery death. I wonder how that happened. He was the only one to leave the party early. We all are on a video that proves it.

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