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Act VII

***

Trisha was walking with Sarah, headed for Chuck's administrative office near the front desk. Their moods were somewhat subdued by their imminent meeting to hear what the boss was going to do with the spotted female. The dark mare opened the door to his office suite only to find Linda sitting there in the waiting room, looking at them strangely.

“What are you doing here?” Trisha asked her lover, thinking that this was very odd, to say the least.

“The boss asked me to meet with him at three, honey.” Linda seemed confused about this too, now that the other two females had shown up.

“That's real weird, sweetie. We were to meet with him at three, also.” Trisha and Sarah sat down with Linda, waiting for their meeting to begin. After a few moments, Chuck opened the inner door to his office, beckoning them to enter.

His office was like any other office of an owner or CEO. Large but not too large, outfitted with nice, upscale furniture. There were three chairs waiting for them, acknowledging the fact that all three of them were to be at this meeting.

“I want to thank all of you for coming to this meeting which will be important to all of you.” He motioned for them to sit down while he made himself comfortable in his chair. “Starting with you, Sarah, I want to apologize for the way you've been treated here. I make it a rule not to employ war vets as performers because I know from personal experience what they've been through.” He picked up a piece of paper from his desk which Sarah recognized as the contract she begrudgingly signed when she first came to Blue Hawaii.

“This performance contract is for five years, Sarah. It could take you a lot longer than that for your ownership to be paid off if you didn't make some serious tip money contributions towards it. I paid a good sum of money for your ownership and now it's turned out to be a thorn in my side. I also realize I can't just show you the door because of the way Hawaii feels about chimerae working in this state.”

“Sir, I ...” Sarah started to say something but Chuck cut her off.

“Before you say anything, I wanted to let you know I did a little detective work and found out you were a communications technician in the Australian Army. I did some checking up on your military records and I discovered you're very qualified in that respect so I would like to offer you a job, working for Blue Hawaii as a comm-tech.” He handed her a new five year contract that showed her being paid at the rate of $23.28 per hour. “I realize that pay rate is a little sub-standard compared to the outside union wages but I'm just trying to recoup a little of my investment here. If you're interested, I can give you an employee suite here at a reasonable rate so you wouldn't have to live off-site and commute. If you still want to stay with us after this contract is up, we'll renegotiate a new one.”

“Sir, I don't know what to say ...” she said reverently, looking at the new contract with awe. She really couldn't believe her luck in the deal. A job, a good job, and it was actually offered to her!

“Oh yeah, I need you to sign something for me,” he said, turning to his phone. After pressing a few buttons, he had Rita Hawthorn on the line. “Rita, I need you to come witness something for me, please.” Rita told the boss that she would be there in a minute and hung up her phone. Sarah was still so busy looking at her new contract that she didn't see Chuck put another document on the desk, one that Trisha and Linda were very aware of what it meant. Rita made her way into the office and sat a few things on Chuck's desk.

“I'm ready Sir,” she said, getting a stamp out and readying it on a stamp pad. She stamped the paperwork in the appropriate place and slid it over to Sarah, handing her a pen. “Sarah, you need to sign this document with your full legal name, please,” she told the spotted equine female, smiling ever so slightly.

“OK, Yeah ... where do I sign?” she asked as she took the pen in hand, then caught her breath when she saw what she was to be signing. It was her ownership papers, transferring ownership to herself. She blinked her eyes, then rubbed them, not sure if she was really seeing this document sitting before her. “Oh, my ...” Trisha had to hand her a tissue when she broke down crying, momentarily unable to control her emotions. Once she had finally calmed down, she still had to take a deep breath before signing to steady her hand. Chuck signed it in turn and then handed it to Rita, who signed the notary section and stamped it with her special notary stamp.

“You need to take this down to the city hall records department and get this recorded as soon as you can, Miss Mitchell. This is the most important paper that you could ever have and it needs to be protected at all costs.” Rita then said, “If you need help with that, just let me know. I'll make an appointment for you and take you there myself.”

“Th ... Thank you, Ms. Hawthorn. I would appreciate the help,” Sarah replied, trying her best to keep from crying again. She then signed her contract for employment, handing it back to Mr. Waddell.

“Sarah, we had a comm-tech here when I opened this place but he quit after a few months when his wife objected to his seeing naked female chimerae all day long. There are some tools and equipment in his old shop but you might need more.” The boss handed her a list of local places to shop. “I arranged for us to have open PO's with all of these places so feel free within reason to get what you need. Once again, Rita will arrange your transportation for you.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, taking the list and putting it in the front pocket of her blouse.

“You're very welcome, Miss Mitchell,” he replied, pulling out two more folders from his desk drawer.

He looked at the females sitting across from him and smiled as he pulled out some papers from the folders and checked them over. “Linda, Patricia, you two have left a lasting impression on two gentlemen. Well, to the point that they have made arrangements for both of you. I need you to sign these papers for me, if you would.” He put their ownership papers in front of them, signing over ownership to themselves. The two females picked them up and looked at them, not sure that this whole thing might be an elaborate practical joke on them.

“Before you both get all teary-eyed on me, you still have about twenty-five months left on your performance contracts, ladies.” he pointed out, holding their performance contracts up. They both nodded and quickly signed the papers, handing them back to Chuck for his signature.

“Who paid for our ownership, if we may ask?” Trisha asked, trying her best to keep from crying.

“These two gentlemen right behind you were your benefactors.” Trisha and Linda turned to see Ed Crawford and Mace Alexander standing behind them with big, shit-eating grins on their mugs.

“We were looking for something to invest in when Ed suggested I come here and spend some time with you, Trisha.” Mace stated, Smiling at Trisha. He then looked at his friend and smiled as he said, “I'm glad I did. We couldn't have made a better choice in the matter if we tried.”

“What do you mean?” Trisha asked as she got up and went over to Mace, putting her arms around him and giving him a loving hug.

“Ed told me about your idea of opening a small gun shop and running guided hunting trips. I for one would like to invest in your idea. I would like to invest heavily in some time with you, too.” Linda had walked over to Ed, giving him a hug.

“You guys are dead serious, aren't you?” she asked, giving him a kiss.

“Yeah, Mace and I have talked at length about investing in a business and we also have given thought to leaving paradise for the mountains in the states. It's so costly to run our businesses here and I thought your guided hunting trips could use a helicopter or two to get your clients to the good hunting sites.” He looked at Mace and Trisha, cuddling together. “Trisha made Mace come out of that shell he was hiding in after his wife passed away.” He then looked at Linda and said, “You, my dear former battle equine, really left your mark on my heart. I don't know why, but I can't get you off of my mind so I decided I needed to do this with Mace, getting you two ladies into a better situation.”

“I'm not sure what to say ...” Linda was still in shock over this, not sure of anything at this point.

“Well, there is the matter of your performance contracts, Ladies.” Chuck waited until they were paying attention before he spoke again. “This kind of changes things for all parties concerned. You two ladies will now have to have your contracts modified to show your new wages and performance requirements.” He held up some paperwork for them to see. “Your services will be modified, not requiring you to give your bodies for sexual services for clients. If you want to spend some time with Ed and Mace, that's up to your own discretion but I'm pretty sure you will all be seeing a lot of one another.”

***

Ed had secured the Executive Entertainment suite for the night, a group of connected rooms that made up the second to the top floor of Blue Hawaii, just below Mr. Waddell's personal penthouse suite and an adjoining rentable penthouse suite. Everyone was enjoying a meal prepared by the house head chef, prepared right in the kitchen attached to the suite.

“The look on your face was priceless, Sarah,” Chuck stated, playing the video back again. The look of confusion that slowly turned into shock right before she began crying in a way was just too much.

“How long did it take Bill to set up that shot?” Linda asked, picking at the remains of her fresh strawberry shortcake dessert. It was very delicious but she was stuffed from eating fresh grilled shark and vegetables.

“It took him about two hours to get that camera set in just the right place to capture all the action. He worked hard at it so you girls should thank him for this video.” The boss poured everyone's wine glasses full, making sure everyone was ready for Mace to toast them.

“Here's to our newly-formed partnership and Sarah's new job. May we all be successful.” Chuck got their attention again, giving the three females some important information.

“In the morning, you all need to go see Bill Waterman for various things. You know, keys, modifying the chipping in your bands so you can leave the premises without setting off alarms, little things like that.” The women were nodding, taking in the feeling of being free, self owning chimerae with jobs. The boss then got Sarah's attention. “You have a full day on your hands ahead of you. The old comm-tech's area hasn't been used in years so it's probably a disaster zone. If you need help, I know of a person or four that might give you a hand.” Trisha and Linda both smiled, knowing he meant all of them. He then got up to leave.

“You're not leaving so soon, are you?” Sarah asked, getting up and walking over to him, giving him a kiss.

“Well, to tell you the truth, I wasn't so sure I would be welcome at this party this long.” The spotted female gave him another kiss as she loosened up his tie for him.

“No, don't leave. I still have to thank you for all that you've done for me.” She lead him off towards one of the bedrooms, making sure he wouldn't leave just yet, not before she could thank him properly.

***

Trisha, Linda and Sarah were headed for the front door to Blue Hawaii, just to see something for themselves. After getting their ownership papers recorded at city hall, they had just spent some time with Bill Waterman, getting keys, ID cards, the chips in their bands modified and getting a full setup for Sarah. Linda stopped just short of the front doors, waiting for one of the other females to take a step outside. She still wasn't real sure about the fact that her bands had really been modified for her.

“I'll go first and meet you outside, since I don't wear chipped bands like you girls,” Sarah told them, giving them a smile. “Bill put a proximity chip in my ID badge, instead.” She gave each one of the equines a kiss, finally opening the door and stepping outside the building. She turned around and smiled at the other two widely, eventually stepping out into the sunlight and mussing up her mane, enjoying the sun on her muzzle.

“Well, I'll go next,” Trisha stated, giving Linda a kiss before stepping outside. Just as Bill waterman had said, the alarms didn't go off. Rita Hawthorn was watching from her desk, smiling at the girls. She knew exactly what they were up to, testing the waters with their new chips. She had seen a performer only once before go through what they were enjoying right now and it brought a few tears to her eyes. While they were doing this, she made a short, quiet phone call to somebody, keeping her voice low on purpose so she couldn't be overheard.

Linda finally got her nerve up and stepped out the door, waiting for the alarms to begin sounding. She was somewhat in awe when the alarms didn't begin ringing like crazy. The trio then walked around to the side entrance for employees, trying their keys in the lock and their new ID badges in the card reader. Finally convinced they had been set up properly, they went back inside. Once they were back inside the building, they almost ran over Chuck Waddell, leaning against the hallway wall, smiling.

“Rita tipped me off,” he said to them, giving each one a kiss. “I have to say, I wasn't expecting all of you to test the waters like this.” He looked at his Blackberry that was ringing and silenced it, putting it back in his holster on his belt. “Well, have you all decided what to do about lodging?”

“I'm going to take that offer of an employee suite. I don't think I want to commute just yet.” Sarah replied. This didn't seem to surprise the boss, nodding his head at this information.

“Patricia, Linda, what have you two decided?”

“The four of us decided Linda and I would stay here during our work week and stay with Mace and Ed on our time off.” Trisha informed their boss. “Mace and Ed said they would pay for our suites if need be. It just seems silly to commute about an hour each way to work and back. Besides, If I have an adoptee, I need to stay here with her.” Chuck nodded, putting a few notes in his Blackberry. He then looked at Sarah and let her know his thoughts.

“I had anticipated your request for a suite, Sarah. Here's a pass card for your suite, room 233 in the employee wing.” He handed her a card like a person would use in a hotel, her 'key' to her suite. “I'll have to figure out a cost for your suites, Linda, Patricia. I'm sure it won't be bad, since you are working in essence while you're using them. Starting next week, all three of you will be off-duty on Tuesday and Wednesday of each week. You will also earn one vacation day and one sick day a month that you could use on a weekend get away or if you're under the weather.”

“Thank you, Mr. Waddell,” Trisha stated, giving him a kiss. He then looked back at his Blackberry, smiling just a bit.

“Patricia, you have a new girl to begin breaking in. Her name is Lisa Simmons and she's waiting for you in Training 143. I wish you luck with this one because I understand from the staff that set her up a little bit ago, she's a worse 'hard case' than you ever were.”

“I'll do my best, Sir. She'll take to the program in nothing flat.”

“I hope you're right, Patricia. I know that fire you have will really come in handy for you this time.”

***

Trisha stepped into Training 143, meeting her new red collar performer that was set up in a training frame. Lisa Ann Simmons was a tall, lanky tigress that was looking a hole through her as only a feline chimera could do. The striped female didn't waste any time in letting Trisha know what she thought of her.

“Well hello there, ya sorry fuckin' excuse for a horse cunt. I'll bet you've come to whip on me while I can't fight back, huh, Bitch!” That outburst elicited a whip strike to the tigress' left hip, laying it open. Trisha waited until she stopped cursing and screaming in pain to tell her a vital piece of information.

“You had better watch your mouth, Lisa. I can give you nineteen more of those stripes today for a total one hundred each week, in case you wanted to know. Now shut up and listen.” This didn't really seem to phase the feline.

“No, you fuckin' shut up and listen, bitch! I'm not gonna ...” She shrieked again when Trisha laid another stripe on her, about one-half inch down from the first. The blood was beginning to run down her leg from those stripes, almost half way to her knee by the time the tigress looked down. Trisha was now getting just a little irritated by Lisa's hardheadedness.

“Listen here, knucklehead, you have eighteen stripes left before I just chain you to the floor in front of a chair and let you give blow jobs for the evening. Now shut up and listen!” Trisha could see that this one really was worse than she had ever been. She was sure that she would have to get aggressive with her now. She kept telling herself it was for Lisa's own good that she did this.

“Fuck You! I'm not listening to your shit, Bitch! Get me the fuck down from here!” the feline spat out right before she shrieked from the next stripe that went down her chest from her collarbone to her navel, right between her breasts.

“Listen closely, you striped knucklehead, do you know just how painful a whip strike to the nipple is?” Trisha asked, knowing from personal experience just how painful it really was. This got the tigress' attention. “That's where the next one's going, lady, right here ...” Trisha walked up to her and ran her finger down Lisa's right breast, right across her nipple, poking it just slightly to indicate exactly where the strike would be landing. She then looked up at the taller female and smiled a very wicked looking smile. “You ready to listen to me now, Lisa or do you want the nipple strike instead? We can do either one, it really doesn't make any difference to me in the matter.” Lisa seemed to be getting very apprehensive about this, considering just how bad her stripes were hurting her now.

“I don't think you would do it, but maybe I better listen to what you have to say,” Lisa replied hesitantly, not sure if Trisha was bluffing about this. From the way the mare was looking at her, it might not be a bluff after all.

“You listen to me carefully, lady. I can bench press 350 pounds with no sweat. That means I can really lay you open with this whip. I just haven't been trying yet.” This wasn't idle gossip either, it was the truth. Trisha hadn't used her full strength, just yet. Trisha did a bodybuilder's flex of her right bicep, right in Lisa's face to make a point. This information also seemed to shake up the feline quite a bit.

“Uh, I'm listening, Ma'am,” she stated, hoping that Trisha wouldn't carry out the threat of a nipple strike. The possibility of a plastic stud in one of her new nipple piercings getting torn out was a painful thought. It hurt bad enough when Trisha had run her finger across her nipple piercing, so much so that she couldn't imagine what the pain from a nipple strike would be like. At least she was giving Trisha her attention, hoping the dark mare wouldn't strike her again with that whip of hers.

“OK, then. Now that I have your undivided attention sweetie, let's get down to business here. Where were you working before you came here? It might help me to get you going in the right direction.” Trisha sat down on a chair that she had pulled over to the feline, rolling her whip up slowly to make a point. “I'll bet those stripes I laid on you really sting,” she commented, knowing full well they did.

“Uh, Yeah, ... they really hurt ... I'm sorry, but I don't know your name.” Trisha gave her a feigned cross glance while she told her some important information.

“My name is Patricia Pollard but you will address me as Miss Trisha or Ma'am.” She looked at her whip in her hands, then looked back at the striped female. “Here's the lowdown so listen closely. Red leather,” Trisha started explaining, poking at Lisa's collar with the butt of her whip, “That means new girl, untamed, like you. Solid black collars, that's a tamed performer that has some rights around here. Black with chrome studs means she's a trainer. Turquoise with gold studs, that lady is a tamer. The top of the heap. Me.” Trisha looked to see her charge still paying attention so she continued.

“If you're talking to a trainer, it's “Ma'am.” If your talking to a tamer like me, it's “Miss” followed by her first name or just “Ma'am” if you don't know her name. If you're talking to Master, well, you guess.” She then looked down at her hooves, crossing her legs at the ankles very demurely. “You will address all staff and security personnel as “Sir” or “Ma'am” without exception until you become a black leather performer. You got that?”

“Yes, Miss Trisha,” was Lisa's response.

“Well, where were you working last? I'm still waiting ...” Trisha asked in an irritated tone of voice that made Lisa answer very quickly to avoid punishment.

“I was working at this whorehouse called Sally's Hideaway in Tonopah, Nevada when I was sold to Blue Hawaii, Miss Trisha.” This bit of information made Trisha smile just a bit. The female did at least catch and understand the differences between trainers and tamers so they didn't have to go over that again.

“OK, so you were working in a whorehouse.” Trisha mused. “Well, this is a quite a bit upscale here from your average brothel. We have the best accommodations to service your clients in, the best equipment here, and we have ...” The feline cut her off with a question that seemed important to Lisa.

“Excuse me, Ma'am ... Equipment, Ma'am? Why do I need equipment to service a man?”

“Lisa, this is an extreme sex brothel, where we give the clients what they want. This means giving sex while bound, tied down and gagged. This means letting them fuck you in your ass until it almost bleeds. These are clients that want to see you strung up like you are now, whipped, beat with canes and flogged with paddles until your ass is a rosy red. We try to give them everything possible they might desire short of permanent injury or death, sweetie.” the feline's eyes were getting wide with fear as Trisha continued on with her thoughts.

“Some of our clients are the most twisted fucks you could ever meet that are also CEO's, business managers, politicians and other high-ranking individuals. You know, the pillars of society. The up side to working here is the fact that you could possibly walk out of here in about eighteen to twenty-two years as a self-owning chimera with some pocket money to establish yourself in a friendly state. You just have to get with the program and learn quickly.” Lisa was just looking at Trisha in shock over what she had just heard. “Now, are you ready to start learning or do I go back to whipping you?” Trisha let her whip uncoil on the floor again.

“I'm ready to listen and learn, Miss Trisha,” she replied, still trying to comprehend what kind of a mess she had been sold into. “Please, whatever you do, don't whip me again, Ma'am.” This brought a smile to Trisha's muzzle.

“That's better, sweetie, I'm glad to see you're learning fast. Let me get a med-tech to look at those stripes for you,” she stated before calling for a medical technician to Training 143.

***

“So, Lisa, does that feel better now?” Trisha asked, giving the med-tech's handiwork some scrutiny. He had sprayed the sites first with some trauma drugs to quench the pain, disinfect it and promote quick healing. He then applied some liquid skin next to further promote healing. It had the secondary effect of not concealing the stripes for the time being, leaving them open to plain sight. Trisha had asked for that, considering what Lisa had to do next.

“I'm feeling much better now, Miss Trisha. The stinging has pretty much went away.” the tigress replied as she looked at her hip. The dark mare put a leash on her and began to lead her out of Training 143, headed for Torment 311.

“You have some work scheduled to do this afternoon but I think you might not enjoy it completely.” Trisha stated as they walked along the corridor. “I know the first client and he's not one of the gentler ones.”

“How is that, Miss Trisha?”

“He likes to roughly hump you from behind, doggy style,” Trisha replied while they waited for the group of red leather performers that were being led down the stairs by a security guard to clear before going up to the next level.

“That doesn't sound like too bad of a job, Ma'am.”

“Bound down hard to a low tile topped table.”

“Oh ...” Lisa slowed her pace up the stairs, making Trisha give her a swat on the ass with her coiled whip to speed her back up.

“Listen, I was a hard case just like you when I first came here. I've done this one so many times, I'm sure I could hook you up blindfolded.” This made Lisa look at her very strange. “Yeah, I was a hard case, for your information, for quite some time before I finally got my head on straight about it. I was whipped pretty much one hundred times a week for thirteen months. I don't want you to be like I was, Lisa. One side of my brain kept saying, 'Yeah, I can take it, they can't break me,' while the other, rational side said 'You idiot, give in to the system.' Learn from my mistakes, please. Be rational and give into the system.”

Lisa looked at her again, just to be sure she heard that right. Trisha nodded as she gave her this information. “Yeah, you kind of brought this on yourself by being such a hard case right off the bat. If you get with the program and get your black leather quickly, I can try to get you off the rotten sex details, like this particular client.”

“Yes, Miss Trisha, I'll try to learn.” Once at Torment 311, Trisha went to a locker and got out some equipment they would be using today. She handed Lisa a pair of thin clear urethane knee pads, motioning for her to put them on. She then led Lisa over to the table.

It wasn't really a table, per se, it was actually more of a raised platform in the middle of the room, just high enough for a man to still climb up on it easily. It was tiled completely with smooth, glossy tile, making cleanup afterward very easy for the housekeepers. The dark mare motioned for her to kneel on the table, near one of a multiple set of straps.

“OK, this is how this deal works. The kneepads keep you from sliding around somewhat, preventing the straps from hurting your legs too bad. These straps go right behind your knees and these go around your ankles.” She helped Lisa to fasten the attachments, getting her legs correctly bound. This left her with her legs spread rather widely to allow easy access from behind. “Now these straps over here in front of you are for your elbows and wrists, sweetie. I'll have to buckle them up for you. Sorry about this, it's not fun.” the straps held her arms out in front of her, making her look like she was bowing down to somebody with her hands about a foot apart.

“Now this is the part that sucks, Lisa. I have to attach your collar to the table.” Trisha got out a short chain, counting the links to make sure she had the right one. “It attaches to the table right here,” she pointed out, just under Lisa's neck. “It will give you just enough slack so when he's driving into you, you won't hit your chin or your nose on the table. Try to keep your muzzle off to the side, over an arm. Do you understand that?”

“I think so, Ma'am,” Lisa replied, pushing forward to see how much slack she had. Trisha changed one of the locks on the chain for a double-ended snap bolt, giving her and extra inch and a half of slack. That let her get her muzzle out over her arm just enough. “Thank you Ma'am, that's better now.”

“OK, let's pre-lube you just a bit,” Trisha told her just as she put a lubricant suppository into Lisa's love canal, which caused the tigress to squeak in surprise. “Sorry, I should have warned you first that I was going to do that. The reason I did that for you is I know for sure he'll just come in here, wait for me to swat you a few times and then just jam his dick in, regardless of being lubed up or not. This'll really help and I'm sure you'll thank me afterward.”

“Thank you, Ma'am.” the feline said hesitantly, thinking she was going to get whipped hard again. Trisha picked up on this and let her in on a secret.

“I'm not gonna whip you again, sweetheart, I'm just gonna swat you with a paddle that sounds real loud but barely stings. All you have to do is scream, yelp and curse at me a bit, OK?” Trisha smacked her behind with the aforementioned paddle, making the bound female yelp in surprise. She looked to see the feline's reaction to it, noting she was more shocked than anything else. “Do you understand this now?”

“Yes Ma'am.” Lisa replied back quickly. “I'll try to do my best for you, Miss Trisha.” The dark mare tied Lisa's tail out of the way with a strap and checked her attachments once more. Right before her client came in, Trisha gave her a kiss on the cheek, letting her know she was doing just fine.

“So, who do you have for me this time, Miss Trisha?” the client asked, beginning to get undressed. Bruce Branch was an average person, not overweight, nice dresser, very good tipper. He just had a fetish that his very understanding, beautiful wife of seventeen years wouldn't give into. She didn't care for being roughly doggy-fucked. Trisha seemed to side with his wife in this matter, having been on the receiving end of his attention more than a time or two. Trisha replied to him with the particulars about Lisa.

“What we have here is a real treat for you. Lisa is a new girl here, Mr. Branch and this is her first day. You're getting the distinct honor of breaking her in. She'll be ready for you as soon as I give her the rest of her swats, Sir. You kind of walked in on my reinforcement lesson, here.”

“Yeah, she's a very beautiful tigress, you know? Go ahead and give her twenty while I undress.” He continued to remove his clothing while Trisha got her charge ready.

“She's already had fifteen today, Sir. You can see a few of the stripes I laid on her earlier.” He looked over to see the stripes on the tigress' hip from Lisa and Trisha's introduction to one another.

“I see, Miss Trisha. Go ahead and finish up, then. Don't let me stop you.” Trisha began to paddle Lisa, the feline shrieking, cursing and yelping in pain on cue. Bruce was very pleased, thinking that he had seen a very genuine paddling. Little did he know the true nature of this.

“Miss Trisha, do you have that pad that goes here?” he asked, pointing to the area between Lisa's legs. “I usually have to use it because of my bad knees.” The dark mare went to the closet, finding it hanging right where it should be. She knew she would have to mention that Bruce was to get this pad each time he was here. He was a good client so they had to accommodate his bad knee joints after all.

“Here you go, Mr. Branch. Just like you asked.” She smiled at him, putting the pad into place for him. “So, how's the wife?” Trisha asked, making small talk while he got ready to go.

“She's in Canada, visiting her sister so I have the house all to myself for two weeks. I might have to get a temporary cook while she's gone, though before I burn the house down.” This made the two females laugh. “Miss Trisha, how about I make arrangements with your boss for you to stay at my house? You could cook for me and we could have some fun in the meantime.” This made the dark mare smile.

“I'm deeply honored, Mr. Branch but that would be a bad thing for your stomach. You see, I didn't receive any cooking training so consequently I can manage to burn crackers and cheese. I can't cook at all past shoving something in a microwave. Believe me, the instructions on the wrapper better be good or I can fail at that, too.”

“That's a shame, Miss Trisha. A pretty woman like you should be able to cook something.” He looked up from getting undressed as he said, “How can you snare a man if you can't get to him through his stomach?”

“Take out?” Trisha suggested, smiling widely when it made Bruce laugh. Even Lisa laughed at that crack.

“Well, I suppose I should get busy here,” Bruce mused, pulling off his boxers and putting them on top of the pile of clothes he had made.

He got in behind the bound female, carefully getting his now-hard dick into place. He then began to roughly fuck Lisa, the feline thankful for that lubrication. She knew this would have definitely been hell without it. He kept on pounding her cunt, working to get his rocks off. It wasn't helping due to the fact that Lisa couldn't move much to help get him off. She was moaning loudly, however, hoping to help set the mood.

It wasn't that the client wasn't big enough or hard enough, Lisa was clenching down on his generous sized hard-on as much as she could. The real issue was the fact that Bruce was a type 1 diabetic and this was interfering with his ability to get an erection or have an ejaculation at all. Trisha had observed his diabetic alert tag around his neck early on and did some reading up on it. Bruce probably used prescription drugs such as Viagra or Cialis to get a workable hard-on.

Trisha was sitting off to the side during all of this, watching the goings on with disdain. She could feel all of those straps digging into Lisa, her collar gouging into her collarbone and neck from being roughly shoved forward on each stroke. This was a duty that all new red collar women received because it was, well, fucked up, painful duty. After about forty-five minutes, Bruce finally got himself off, keeping his tool planted until it went soft. Trisha handed him a damp rag and a towel to clean up with once she helped him to stand. He got around to where he could give Lisa a kiss, laying three $100 bills by her.

“Thank you, Sir. I hope I pleased you,” she said softly, glad that he had finally gotten his rocks off and the pounding was over. He smiled and kissed her again, nodding as he winked at her.

“You're welcome, Lisa. You're a real nice lady,” he told her as he got back to his feet again. He then turned and spoke his mind to the tamer while he got dressed. “Lisa's a real pretty lady, Miss Trisha. She feels real nice inside and she certainly has a way with a man's cock. Maybe I might like to see her again,” he said as he left the room, giving the dark mare a kiss as he left. Trish then went back over to Lisa, getting her unbound from the table.

“How's your neck, sweetie?” she asked, looking at the area around her collar.

“It hurts real bad, Miss Trisha. I couldn't keep him from shoving me forward against the chain.” Trisha was nodding, knowing exactly what she had just gone through. “You know, Miss Trisha, It's too bad I couldn't have had him on a bed, face to face. His cock is a very nice size and I'm sure I could have gotten him off quicker if I could have moved with him.” this made Trisha nod her head in agreement.

“Yeah, you're probably right. OK, grab your tip money and let's get you cleaned up. I might be able to get you a better client for this evening.” Trisha put a leash on the striped feline and led her out the door, headed first to the showers and eventually an appointment in Central Makeup and Costuming.

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Trisha was leading Lisa to suite 502, one of the better single room suites on the fifth floor. She was being set up for a client that Trisha was able to get for her, an older gentleman that was good to the women and a very heavy tipper. Lisa had on a 'Safari Outfit', a khaki colored crop-top with Velcro closures and a short skirt that could be pushed up by her client once she was in bed.

“Jack Thomson is a very nice man, Lisa. You just do as he asks and I can guarantee you will enjoy your evening with him.” Trisha opened the door to the suite and let Lisa inside first, pointing to the bed. “He usually likes to start off with you bound to the bed but he'll let you up after the first round. He prides himself on the ability to have multiple ejaculations with a woman at his age.” She turned to look at her charge after closing the door and asked, “Is that padded collar more comfortable?”

“Yes, Ma'am, it is.” Lisa replied. Trisha had taken her by Equipment Management and had Bill issue her a padded collar, which really should have been done in the first place.

“Good, I'm glad to hear that. You know, I wore an unpadded collar for almost six months.” Lisa looked up at the dark mare with curiosity. “Like I was telling you, I was a real hard case and that was one of the ways they punished me. Don't be like I was.”

“I'm learning a lot from you, Ma'am,” Lisa commented, bouncing on the bed experimentally. “I guess you had a lot of fire that they had to put out.” This caused Trisha to look up from her task of reeling out the cables at the foot of the bed.

“They didn't put out my fire, sweetheart, they just taught me the valuable lesson of keeping it under control. That's a lesson you could learn from, too.” She still remembered the look on Linda's muzzle when she observed the dark mare helping the staff to rig her up in a training frame that night she finally gave in. She remembered telling them to make it tighter, of all things and that was something Linda thought she would never hear.

She looked up at Lisa, sitting there on the bed, with that look on her face that said she was probably still not sure of what kind of a deal she had been sold into. “Listen to me, Lisa; you don't have to give up, sweetheart. Just know when to have a little fire and when not to. That's all it takes to be a black collar performer around this place.”

“I'll remember that, Ma'am. Keep my cool and do as I'm told.” Lisa looked at the floor, shaking her head. “I really was a dumbass for treating the staff like I did this morning. I should have just waited to see what would happen.”

“OK, time to hook you up here. Lay down and get comfortable so I can set these cables right,” Trisha instructed, waiting for her charge to get into position. She remembered the times that Tana would set her up and then pull sharply at the cables afterward to tighten them further, making her very uncomfortable. It really wasn't necessary to do this, in her opinion. If it looked tight enough, the client was none the wiser.

She hooked up the cables to Lisa's ankle bands, turning the d-rings to the outside for comfort. She then hooked up her wrist bands to the upper cables, turning the rings to the inside of the wrists to help prevent a carpal tunnel injury. There were others that wouldn't do this, just to make it uncomfortable for the performer. Touching a switch, the cables began to slowly reel back in under spring tension, making the cables taut. Trisha then hit the 'lock' button, stopping them from getting any tighter.

“OK, that's as tight as they will get on you,” she pointed out, going to get a floor cable from the equipment closet. Trisha hooked it first to the floor anchorage and then to the feline's collar. She then carefully sat the cable out of the way, tucking it underneath the pillow under the feline's head. “After Jack has blown his wad for the first time, he'll let you up from the bed. Most likely you'll have an early dinner with him and a bit of dessert wine. He'll then most likely ask you to either suck him off or go for it in the bed with you on top this time. Maybe both; you never know with him.”

“You sound like you know him fairly well, Ma'am,” Lisa stated, tugging a little at the cables to see how much wiggle room she had. It wasn't much, but it would have to do.

“Yeah, I've been in bed with him quite a bit. Expect him to tip you well, sweetheart. Just be sure if I don't come back to get you, you have whomever moves you back to your room to go by the bank drop to put your tip money into the drop slot. Make sure it's in an envelope with your name on it.” Trisha quickly checked the room over to see that everything was in place. “OK, I'll see you soon,” she said, giving the striped feline a kiss before she left. Trisha knew this one was well on her way to becoming a black collar performer soon.

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