MyInhert8New York (MC)
MY INHERITANCE

Chapter 8

New York, New York, Its a Wonderful Town

It took the next six weeks to again read all the texts Uncle Bert had
arranged for me to read. With Andy and Mary around, I did not spend
full time reading, of course.  But, I did spend a great deal of time
on them.  I was very pleased Uncle Bert had programmed me for higher
and greater intellectual and memory capacities. From the heavy
instruction Andy and I received from Father O'Brien in Santa Fe, and,
from all the books, my view of humanity from a religious -
philosophical - ethical - intellectual perspective had been greatly
changed.  That is what Uncle Bert wanted.  I guess what surprised me
most was I had considered myself a very well educated individual, but
I was not well educated.  I was well trained in the sciences.  There
is much to be said for a liberal arts education.

All the arrangements to receive training from America's two sex queens
were made during those six weeks.  

It was on to New York. 

I suspect you readers are not really interested in how I spent two
weeks in the hands of the world's leading domantrix learning, shall we
say, to give and to receive, but I will tell you a little about it
anyway. 

Andy and I flew into Newark, now New York City's leading airport,
grabbed a limo, and rode into Manhattan. New York is the world's city.
It is so full of life and energy that driving into it is exciting.
Andy had never been there, so she was particularly in awe and
energized.  We registered at our hotel and unpacked. 

Andy was glowing, dancing around the room, her eyes bright and shiny.
She waltzed to me, put her arms around my neck and leaned against me
to be kissed which I happily did. I wrapped my arms around, letting my
hands drop to caress her ass.  (If I wrote every time my hands found
her ass, this whole thing would be one big ass grab. But, while I did
it a lot, I will only write it occasionally.)

"Davy, this is so wonderful! It feels like... like a honeymoon!" 

She froze and a fearful, questioning expression came over he face.

"Davy, please, I did not mean..."

I had not yet programmed a woman, or a man, for that matter.  I was
really flying blind as to how it was actually done and the impact of
it.  And, I was not the one who programmed Andy or Mary or any of the
other 3,000 women Uncle Bert left me. I was unsure of how it was done
in general and how Uncle Bert had done it, specifically.  Was Andy
programmed to reveal her true feelings to me?  By that, I mean those
feelings she would have had if she had not been programmed. Or, were
her only feelings those which had been programmed in her, so they
became her true feelings?  Or, was it a combination of the two set in
some way by Uncle Bert to give me the best of both worlds?

I had many questions about the control, the programming.  One thing I
had learned was to control the programming I had received which
affected my cock.  Getting hard on command, staying hard forever, and
orgasming without ejaculating were delightful, no doubt about that.
But, seeing or touching a special woman and having her cause the
special twitch in my pants was even more delightful. I had set myself
to respond naturally which I did in this case, causing my intellectual
ruminations about the programming to take back seat to the woman in my
arms.

"Oh, Davy," she whispered as I began to undress her. "I love you so
much."  

Sometime later, we ordered room service.  The next morning we started
our lessons.

When I used the name of Uncle Bert to register at the domination
castle, I got the head lady herself and not an assistant.  I wondered
how much time Uncle Bert had spent there to receive such first class
treatment.  Then, I wondered, since he was really my father, if the
love of B&D was genetic or environmental. 

Mistress Diana, as she called herself, was a British woman with a
beautiful accent.  She was a giant, standing about six three, not
including the six inch heels she always wore, which made her six nine
and taller than most NBA players.  She had a body like a Barbie doll
except on a larger scale. My guess she was 46EE - 34 - 47.  She
obviously worked out a lot because it was all muscle except for those
watermelons on her chest.   I could not tell what her face looked like
since she wore a mask.  Overall, she was very impressive.  

She wore what I would call fetish clothing, in this case, PVC.  On her
it looked great.   In fact, I got the name of her clothier and bought
Andy a few things. Well, I bought Andy and me a lot, actually, but, I
will cover that later. 

When we first saw her, she was dressed all in black except a red glove
on her right hand.   In that glove she had a whip. A large, black whip
with a red tip.  She had on a black PVC cat suit covering her from
neck to ankle except her breasts and pussy, which were bare. I mean
bare.  She had on a mask that covered her face except for her lips and
eyes. Her eyes were a wild emerald green, effectively reinforced by
the use of emerald eye makeup. Her lips were painted bright red,
matching the glove and whip tip. She had painted the lips of her pussy
and her nipples the same red.  Very effective use of color.  

It dawned on me she was big enough to do real damage with that whip.
For a moment, fear paralyzed me and I wondered if Uncle Bert had
messed this one up.  Probably not.   Knowing him, Mistress Diana was
one of the 3,000 women he had enslaved.  I had to know.

"Do you prefer sirloin or tube steak?" I asked as she towered over me.
Her eyes got soft.

"It depends on the chef."  

Oh, yes!  She was programmed. That lowered my anxiety level a lot.
"What does your pussy prefer?" I asked.  "It prefers following your
commands," she replied.  Slowly, gracefully, she knelt before me.  It
was like watching a giant redwood fall to the ground, except redwoods
don't have hourglass figures.  She was the first of the "other" women
Uncle Bert had programmed who I encountered.  I wondered if they all
would kneel, or if Uncle Bert had given her a special instruction
because of her height. 

Andy was still and quiet, watching passively. Was this a programmed
response in her?   How did Uncle Bert handle multiple slaves when they
were together?  "Andy?" I asked.  She looked at me with that defused,
unfocused look she got when she was in a trance.  So, there was some
kind of instruction.

"Andy, what have you been programmed to do when I am working with
another slave?" 

"Mary and I have been programmed to wait quietly for instructions when
you are working with another woman, except for when you are working
with either of us.  You are not to use the word slave.  Uncle Bert did
not like that."

"What word am I to use to collectively describe you ladies?"

"Kittens."

"Kittens?"

"Yes."  Her expression changed from a vacuous stare to a slutty grin.
"Meow," she whispered as her back arched and she thrust her breasts
out at me.

Uncle Bert was good! He may have thought of everything.  Now, I knew
Andy was programmed to tell me how the others were programmed.  That
made my life (work?  fun?) a lot easier.  I turned my attention back
to Diana, who was my "kitten" but would soon be my mistress.

I was going to command Diana to be real easy with us.  But, I decided
to ask a few more questions first.  "Tell me your philosophy behind
the training we are to receive."

"My training in to enhance the sexual desire and responsiveness of my
clients.  I introduce them to new worlds and instruct them in how to
use those worlds for their own pleasure. It is always for pleasure.  I
use restraints, submission and pain to enhance pleasure. It is never
pain in place of or to eliminate pleasure, or, pain for its own sake.
There is fear without danger, anxiety but with rewards, submission to
receive bliss."

Andy was quiet again but she looked up at me with sheer lust in her
eyes. A shy smile crossed her face as she licked her lips. She was
going to enjoy this, as was I.

"Treat us as any other very important client. Do the best job you
can."

"I always do, Master David."  I called her name, bringing her back to
consciousness, out of her trance.  Blinking rapidly, she focused on
me, realizing what had happened to her.   Those huge red lips parted
in a devilish grin revealing perfect white teeth. 

"Trust me, David.  You will enjoy it... well, some of it.  But, how
will you know if you like it or not unless you try it."

That made me wonder.  Not about what Diana would do to us, but about
the programming. Mary and Andy never knew they had been in a trance.
But, Diana knew.   And, she responded out of the trance to something
that happened in the trance. Why?

I extended my hand to help her stand. She kissed me gently on the
lips, then stood back.  She called an assistant, who escorted Andy
from the room.  Andy looked back at me with a hot but hesitant
expression as the door shut behind her.  Now, it was just Mistress
Diana and me.  I knew we were going to start. 

"Strip, pig!" she screamed.   Pig was me.  I began stripping. 

It occurred to me as I undressed, that since she judged my
receptiveness to and desire for a particular act or technique she
used, in part, by the status of my cock, I needed to be programmed to
respond naturally, which, as I have said, I already had done for
myself. However, I did it again to make sure. 

She waited impatiently, tapping the whip against the side of that oak
tree she called a leg, as my clothes hit the floor.  I saw a door open
and a woman, dressed in an all black cat suit, enter. The women walked
behind me and pulled back my left arm.  I felt leather being attached.
When she took my right arm, I looked at the left one. She had put a
very, thick, wide leather restraint around my wrist.  It had two
buckling straps and an O-ring imbedded in it.  It looked ominous and
she was installing another one to my right wrist.   Then, the woman
attached something around my waist and crotch. It was like a one-
piece leather jock strap with built in cup. I would learn later it was
to protect my cock and balls.

The woman pushed me forward a few steps.  I heard an electric motor
and looked up.  I was under a hoist.  Diana was staring, her eyes
boring into me. I could not tear my eyes away from her as the woman
attached chains to my wrists.  She pushed a button and my arms were
pulled upward until I stood on the balls of my feet. Diana tapped that
whip against her leg as the woman exited, leaving me hanging by my
wrists and alone with an amazon in a PVC cat suit.

Diana walked over to me. With the whip handle, she raised my chin
until I was staring into her bright, emerald eyes. I did not feel
fear, just anticipation.  I knew I could take command of her if what
she did to me was not to my liking.  Then, I saw her eyes glaze over. 

"David. This is Uncle Bert again.  I suspect you know Diana is one of
my women.  Since you are receiving this message, I know you are
hanging by your wrists in Diana's dungeon. This is the only message
you will receive from Diana but it is an important one.  She has been
programmed to be your kitten except during your training.  During
training, she is your mistress, David.  She will do to you as she
wishes. Boy, I wish I could see your face right now! I bet you are
saying 'Oh, shit' under your breath and you have already started to
sweat. Give up control, Davy.  Let yourself enjoy the power of
submission, even if only this once.  My guess is that you are dominant
and will enjoy much more that part of your training, but you need to
experience all of it. Have fun."   

"Oh, shit!"  

Diana laughed out loud. It was an evil, commanding, loud laugh. I
began to shake.  As Diana would explain later, helplessness and fear
are essential to receive the sexual pleasure of surrender...
submission... to a master (mistress, in this case.)  

I was totally helpless. I was so afraid I was about to pee on myself.
So, my sexual pleasure should be great.  At least, that is what I
hoped.