Copyright 2005 Christopher D.B.

This story is written by Christopher D.B, please send comments and appreciation to christopherdb113@gmail.com

Jake had just gotten home from work late Friday afternoon. He would only have a few hours before it was time to go out and play with his band at Neon’s. Michael, the drummer, also booked the band and had been trying to get them into Neon's for a long time. Since it was such a popular nightspot, all the local bands were trying to get in. Despite the competition, Michael had managed to land them a gig. Jake was excited.
He was getting into his regular routine of eating and cleaning up before leaving for the show, when the phone rang. Anticipating another band member calling about some last minute detail, he was surprised when a sultry voice on the other end of the line said,
"Hello, Jake. This is your Mistress Raven. I know that your band is playing this weekend, but I wanted to see you on Saturday so you could earn one of your videos back."
It had been several weeks ago when he had been tricked into returning to Raven's condo for what turned out to be an all day session of forced housework and brutal punishment. At the end of the day it turned out that she had confiscated some homemade porn videos that Jake had made with some previous girlfriends. Raven told him that she would let him earn the videos back, one at a time, by performing more services for her. Jake knew Raven would call him eventually, and he had thought about it quite a bit over the last few weeks.
There were a total of five tapes, which he had made with girlfriends over the years, and also one made with Tammy, one of the band's groupies. Although Jake was confident of his performance and good looks on the tapes, he didn't like them being in someone else's hands. Just knowing that Raven considered him to be a worthless male slut, he was certain that she had watched all of the videos and scoffed at his sexual performance. Though Jake wouldn't admit it to anyone, the tapes also had some sentimental value to him, like trophies, and he wanted them back. He knew that in order to get the tapes back he would have to spend a total of several days being dominated by Raven. Although he did not look forward to being punished by her, he did find it extremely arousing to be under her complete control. In a strange paradox, this was the dreaded phone call he had been longing for.

"I have to play on Saturday night, but I can come over during the day," Jake answered.
Raven quickly instructed him to come over to her house tomorrow at eight o' clock in the morning. Rather early, considering he wouldn't get home until after three in the morning, but he was in no position to complain. It was Raven's orders. Before she hung up, Raven asked,
"Do you have a little black book of all your lady friends’ phone numbers?"
When Jake said yes, she simply ordered him to bring it tomorrow and hung up.

The alarm clock on Jake's night stand rudely awakened him the next morning. The gig had gone extremely well. He had the opportunity to take several ladies home last night, but had brushed them off knowing that if he was up too late he wouldn’t be able to make it to Raven's early in the morning. Although last night the ladies had been tempting, he knew that to be late to Raven's or to cancel would have resulted in a terrible whipping or maybe even worse.
Jake rang Raven's doorbell at exactly eight o' clock. When she opened the door, she was wearing a form fitting black leather dress and her knee high spike heeled boots. In one hand was her dreaded riding crop.
"Hello, Mistress Raven," Jake said humbly.

"Well, I see we're getting off to a good start this morning," Raven said and closed the door behind him. "Did you bring your little black book?"
When Jake pulled the small book from the back pocket of his jeans, it was quickly snatched out of his hand. She wasted no time and ordered him to take off his clothes right there in the foyer, and march down to the basement or playroom as she always called it.
Raven sat on one of the tall bar stools and ordered Jake to kneel in front of her, the pointed toes of her boots just inches from his face.

"I'm sure you remember the last time you were here," it was a statement, not a question. "What I have in mind is basically the same thing as last time. You can start down here with the laundry, and continue with the housework until around noon when you will fix my lunch." She ran over a list off all the domestic chores she expected him to complete by early afternoon, reminding him that he would be punished if he did not complete them all, or if he did a sloppy job. At that time she would give him one of his videotapes and he could go home.
"I have some work to do in my office today and I don't expect to be bothered by you unless you have a question about you chores. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Raven," Jake replied.
"Do you remember what it's like to be punished by me, slave?" Raven asked mockingly. Although Jake assured her that he did, Raven said that she would remind him what it was like as an extra incentive to do good work. With that, she planted one of her spike heeled boots on his chest and pushed him backwards, ordering him to lie on his back on the floor. She walked behind the bar for a moment and returned holding a smaller version of her riding crop.
Jake instinctively crossed his hands over his genitals and drew up his knees, begging and pleading.
"You're pathetic," Raven scolded. "Now lay spread eagle on the floor! If I have to tie you up I'll make you suffer even more!"
Tears welled up in Jake's eyes as he laid his hands at his sides. Raven knelt beside her obedient slave. Grabbing his cock firmly in one hand, she expertly struck him on the balls with the small crop, or ball slapper as she called it. Jake flinched violently with every slap, but he was able to stifle his sobs of pain.

Raven could have easily hurt Jake worse than she did, and she might have even enjoyed it, but her salve had work to do and this punishment was intended to be more psychological than painful. Jake was able to stand up easily when it was over, to his surprise.
"Before you get started, there is something I have to do since you've shown in the past that you can't be trusted." With that comment, she pulled out the familiar chastity belt that he had worn the last time. Raven didn't waste time waiting for Jake to put it on, but roughly strapped and locked it into place in a matter of seconds. Then she handed him the spiked leather slave collar, which she ordered him to wear.
"Now get to work," she ordered. Turning on a spike heel, she walked away and clicked menacingly up the stairs.
It took Jake several minutes to regain his composure. He wiped his eyes and adjusted his cock and aching balls, which had been callously stuffed inside the leather pouch of the chastity belt. As Raven had told him on his last visit, the device wouldn't prevent him from masturbating, but he would be unable to clean up the mess inside so he would eventually be caught when it was removed.

Jake opened the louvered doors across the room, exposing the washing machine and dryer. As he had expected, there were several baskets of dirty clothes stacked on the machines. Knowing that he was Raven's helpless prisoner for the day, he set about the familiar routine of sorting laundry on the pool table. His mind was set on doing a good job with the housework and getting one of his videotapes back.
Just like last time, there were no panties or bras in the laundry. Raven knew those would distract him. He did notice a familiar red half shirt, which had gotten him in trouble the last time.
While cleaning the playroom, Jake found a couple items of interest behind the bar. Although Raven had taken her crops upstairs with her, there were two sets of leather cuffs and a familiar piece of heavy rope under the bar. Jake realized that she had been prepared to restrain him earlier. The thought gave him chills and made his aching balls draw up tighter against his body.

The small sink behind the bar had four wine glasses in it. Two of the glasses had lipstick smudges on the rim. Evidently Raven had hosted a small party over the past few weeks. There was also a heavy glass ashtray that was half full.
With Raven keeping such a clean house, Jake couldn’t imagine someone lighting up a cigarette in it. All the cigarette butts looked like they were of the same brand, but roughly half of them had traces of lipstick on them, which matched the smudge on one of the wine glasses.
Although Jake found the housework rather boring, he did take an interest in putting together clues he found, in hopes of learning more about his mysterious Mistress Raven. He remembered a hidden scrap of paper, which he had written some phone numbers on that he had seen on her caller I.D. There had also been evidence of a male guest in her bed when he changed the sheets several weeks ago. He would have to check both of those things later.
It was difficult for him to imagine Raven down here in the playroom, shooting a game of pool with her male companion and another couple. The thought of her finding a man worthy of sharing her bed was almost incomprehensible.
Keeping an eye on the clock that morning, and already familiar with Raven's townhouse condo, Jake was able to make good progress. He was especially watchful of the washer and dryer so he could toss in another load as soon as a machine stopped. It was no surprise that his clothes were no where in sight when he started work on the first floor.

He went through the awkward routine of watering her plants on the back patio, wearing only his chastity belt and collar. Thankfully, no one passed on the near by sidewalk.
While cleaning the small downstairs bathroom, Jake pulled the framed mirror slightly away from the wall. To his horror, the slip of paper didn't drop out. His heart racing, Jake fumbled behind the mirror. The slip of paper with the phone numbers on it was still there. It had slid down behind the mirror and gotten caught in the back of the frame. Thinking that was a good idea, Jake made sure the paper was firmly wedged back in place before he went back to work.
At last it was close to noon. Jake had heard Raven typing on her computer upstairs and making a few phone calls all morning, but much to his surprise she hadn't come down to check on him. So much the better, he thought, and had avoided going upstairs. However, lunch time was finally here and Jake slowly climbed the stairs towards his Mistress's office.

"You've been rather quiet today, salve. I hope you've been hard at work," Raven taunted. Jake simply nodded his head and asked if she would remove his chastity belt so he could use the bathroom before fixing lunch.
To his surprise, Raven seemed more than willing to grant his request. She got up from her chair and removed the locks on the straps.
"I need to inspect that when you take it off, and I'll also be escorting you to the bathroom," she said.
Jake thought that Raven would be disappointed when she found that the pouch of his chastity belt was clean, but if she was it didn't show. She followed him to the bathroom and waited outside the door while he used it. This made Jake uncomfortable, but he had needed to use it for a while so there was no problem. No sooner had he finished, Raven promptly strapped and locked the device back on him.
Making sure that her slave thoroughly washed his hands, she told him that there was some cold pizza in the refrigerator, which he could heat up in the microwave, and there were also some soft drinks. She also said there was some garlic bread, which would have to be heated in the oven. He was to call her downstairs when it was ready.

There was a jumbo size pizza box in the refrigerator, with only a few slices remaining inside. Possibly leftovers from her small party down in the playroom, the pizza was from a mom and pop pizza place, which was famous in the city. Jake looked at the delivery label that was taped to the lid of the box. The name Raven, and her address had been hastily scribbled on the receipt. Still not sure if Raven was her first or last name, and curious why her phone number wasn't on the receipt, Jake could only assume that she was a regular customer so that information wasn't needed. Putting the pizza in the microwave, Jake smiled to himself as he wondered what would happen to the delivery boy if Raven's pizza was late.
The garlic bread had come from the same place as the pizza. Being a typical bachelor, Jake did most of his cooking at home in the microwave and was unsure how to reheat the bread in a regular oven. Rather then ask his Mistress how to do it, he turned the oven on to a low temperature, placed the few slices on a sheet of aluminum foil on the rack, and decided to just check them every few minutes to avoid burning them.

There was a small counter with two high backed bar stools separating the kitchen from the dining area. Jake's first impulse was to set places at the counter, but then he figured that his Mistress would want to sit at the table. He set two places, and called upstairs when it was ready.
Jake was rather proud of himself for not burning the reheated garlic bread, but was quickly shot down by Raven who demanded to know why a second place had been set at the table.
When Jake tried to explain that it was for him, Raven launched into a long speech about how he wasn't worthy to sit at the table with her, and had a lot of nerve assuming that he was. She insisted that he remove the second place setting immediately and eat in the kitchen.
"You will be punished later for this mistake," she said, and at last sat down to eat. Jake could do nothing but scurry out of the room. He thought it was unfair that he would be punished for such a thing, but assumed he would be punished more severely if he argued.
It was an uncomfortable and silent lunch as Jake stood in the kitchen eating his pizza, where there was no place to sit down, while his angry Mistress was only a few feet away on the other side of the counter.
When she was finished eating, she demanded a refill on her soft drink, then got up and walked around the first floor a while as Jake was cleaning up the dishes. She was obviously checking up on his housekeeping, and looked so hot in her leather dress and boots. Jake only dared to quickly glance at her when her back was turned, and he was actually relieved when she went downstairs, most likely to check the playroom.

When she came back up from the basement, Jake announced that he was ready to clean the upstairs and asked if there was anything else she wanted before he got started. Raven rudely handed him her empty glass and told him to bring her a refill.
The last thing that Jake wanted to do was clean the office while his angry Mistress Raven was in there, so he started on the bathroom which he knew would take a while and give her time to cool off.
Stalling even further, when he was done with the bathroom Jake vacuumed the hallway and stairs. He was ready to start on her bedroom, but remembered that she had insisted on supervising him the last time, saying he couldn't be trusted in there alone. Weighing the possibilities, Jake decided it best to ask Raven if she wanted to supervise him.
"I'm impressed that you remembered, slave. You may have a purpose in my world after all."
She casually stood in the bedroom door while he dusted and vacuumed. Raven then ordered him to remove the sheets and flip the mattress. The sheets looked like they were the same deep blue satin ones that he had put on a few weeks ago. Although Jake wanted to check the old sheets for the signs of a male visitor, he wasn't able to look closely enough while Raven stood in the doorway.

He was ordered to wash the sheets later that day, but she would reuse the silver and blue satin comforter. Raven handed him a set of silver satin sheets from the linen closet in the hallway, which would match the comforter very well, and Jake made up her bed.
As he was doing so, it was easy for him to imagine his beautiful Mistress lying on the satin sheets. His cock started to grow and strain within the confines of the uncomfortable chastity belt, so Jake cleared the vision from his mind.
Just as he was finishing up, the phone rang. Raven picked up the office extension and ordered him to take the sheets down for the laundry, then to come back upstairs and get started on the office.
As Jake walked down the stairs with the bundle of blue satin, the tone of the one sided conversation indicated that Raven had been anticipating this call. Curious as he was, Jake peeked at the caller I.D. display in the kitchen. The last name was Thompson and the phone number looked vaguely familiar. Jake would have liked to add the number to his secret list, but there was no time.

The dark blue satin sheets would be the last load in the washing machine, and Jake was glad that he would be able to finish the laundry this time and avoid extra punishment. An inspection of the sheets turned up some telltale stains, showing that a man had once again bedded the sexy but dangerous Raven. How was this guy able to do it? Was she seeing more than one man? It just added more mystery, Jake thought.
He held the sheets up to his face and deeply inhaled the faint scent of Raven's perfume and body odor, and his cock stirred within its prison once again. Jake adjusted himself so his erection could grow as much as possible. Desperately wanting to masturbate, he tried to pull the locked leather pouch far enough away from his skin so he could expose the tip of his penis and not ejaculate inside the chastity belt. It was no use. The simple device was cruelly effective. Defeated and sexually frustrated, Jake headed back upstairs.
Raven spotted the bulge in his chastity belt almost immediately when he reported to her office.

"I hope for your own sake that you haven't been playing with yourself," she said accusingly. Although Jake repeatedly denied any wrong doing, Raven quickly produced the small key and partially removed the leather pouch. Jake thought Raven looked surprised and disappointed when she found out he was telling the truth.
"Well, perhaps I can get your mind more focused on your work," she said calmly, then reached inside the chastity belt, grabbed his balls and gave a quick, firm squeeze. Jake howled and doubled over in pain, but Raven simply locked his genitals back up and told him to start cleaning her office. She pointed out that it was his final bit of housework that day and she was anxious for him to finish.

The computer monitor had been turned off and most of the envelopes and various pieces of paper had been turned face down on the desk. Most of the papers in the wastebasket had been run through a small shredding machine, which straddled it. There was nothing new to learn here and Raven stood in the doorway watching him, just like when he cleaned the bedroom, so he couldn't snoop around at all.

When Jake finished vacuuming the office, he assumed that his service was done and he would be free to leave soon. Then the doorbell rang.
"It seems that we have a visitor. Go answer the door, slave." The tone of Raven's voice indicated that she was expecting this visitor, and Jake wondered who it could be. Another pizza delivery perhaps? Her mystery man?
A number of thoughts raced through his mind as he quickly went down the steps. He was totally surprised when he opened the front door, and knew that Raven wasn't going to let him leave any time soon.
"Don't be rude," said Raven as she came slowly down the stairs. "Let my guest in. I'm sure no introductions will be necessary."
Standing on the front steps was Tammy Thompson, one of the band's groupies, and also one of the women that Jake had made a porn video with. Although it was mid afternoon, she looked like she was ready to go out for the night, wearing make-up, freshly teased blonde hair, a form fitting low cut red mini dress, and shiny red patent leather pumps with spike heels.

Although Tammy had spoken with Raven several times before and had a rough idea of what to expect, the sight of the local guitar legend wearing only a chastity belt and spiked leather collar turned her from a dazzling goddess into a nervous giggling school girl.
Raven broke the tension by inviting her into the living room and instructing Jake to bring wine glasses and a bottle of white zinfandel from the refrigerator. He knew where the corkscrew was, from putting silverware away in a drawer earlier that day, and was glad there was no need to ask for it.
The two women were sitting on the sofa in the living room and chatting like old friends when Jake brought in the wine. Raven made some degrading comment about how she didn't think he'd be able to open a wine bottle that didn't have a screw cap. However, during college Jake had worked as a waiter in an upscale restaurant. He served the wine with style and Tammy said she was impressed. Raven said nothing and just took her glass.
From their conversation and from the other facts that he knew, Jake had an idea of how these two had recently met.

Jake had told Raven that he had made one of the videos with a band groupie. It would have been easy for her to get a schedule from the band's web site and show up at a few gigs in hopes of spotting the girl from the video. While playing under the bright lights on stage, Jake could rarely see past the dance floor. It would have been easy enough for Raven to enter a club and mingle about while he was playing, and not be spotted by him. She had obviously managed to befriend Tammy, and had brought her over for purposes unknown to him at this time.
Although Jake feared for the worst, things were off to an easy start. He was ordered to get on all fours in front of the sofa and serve as a footstool for the ladies. On several occasions he would have to refill Tammy's wine glass and hand it up to her. Raven was evidently sipping her wine and didn't ask for any refills. Instead, she amused herself by prodding at Jake with her spike heels as they rested on his back.

A few times, Tammy tried to get Jake into the conversation but Raven wouldn't let him speak. She explained that Jake was her slave and had nothing important to say. He was merely there to serve her, and explained the various domestic chores he had done that day. Tammy asked about the locking chastity belt and Raven explained in a rather disgusted tone that he was a typical male slave and couldn't be let out of her sight for a minute without it on, otherwise he would be playing with himself and not getting his work done. Eventually the subject of the videotape came up.
Evidently the two of them had talked about it before and Tammy claimed that she had been drunk at the time and didn't think that Jake had actually turned on the video camera.
"As I told you before," Raven said to Tammy. "I'll give the tape to you. The only condition is that you don't give it back to him." She emphasized the point by sharply poking Jake with a spike heel. "If for some reason you decide you don't want it any more, just destroy it."
Then she ordered Jake to crawl across the floor to the entertainment center and open one of the bottom doors. There was a standard video library of chick flicks and a few workout tapes. Lying on top of the other video cassettes was one with a blank label, which he recognized as the video of himself and Tammy. As ordered, he crawled back across the floor and handed the video to Tammy, who put it in her purse. Jake was mad that he wouldn't get his video back after all this, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"I think it's time my slave stopped treating you like a sex object and started to worship you instead." Raven instructed Tammy to stand up and lift the hem of her dress, while Jake knelt behind her. Tammy's beautiful ass was just inches from his face, and prominently displayed by her red thong underwear.

Raven ordered Jake to kiss Tammy's butt cheeks, which he gladly did. After a little while of this, she commanded him to lick the crack of Tammy's ass. Jake could tell from the musky scent that Tammy was starting to get aroused. He was too as his erection strained inside the locked leather pouch.
Just when Tammy started to breathe heavily, Raven told her to sit on the couch once again, and for Jake to lick her spike heeled pumps.
"I want you to make them shinier than they already are," Raven ordered. Although it wasn't as stimulating as when Jake had been licking her body, Tammy was still aroused by the sight of Jake at her feet and licking her shoes. The wine had loosened her up and she was getting very horny.
After Jake had been licking Tammy's shoes for some time, Raven ordered him to remove them and kiss her feet. At that time Raven noticed that the polish on Tammy's toenails was chipped and starting to wear off in places. She asked Tammy if she wanted her slave to paint her toenails. Tammy giggled and said that would be nice.

Jake was sent upstairs to get the nail polish and other items from Raven's vanity table. It was the first time he had been unsupervised in her bedroom but he didn't dare waste any time snooping around.
Tammy's feet were very ticklish and she giggled and squirmed while Jake tired to give her a full pedicure. Raven was annoyed by her silly girlish behavior and decided to let her try disciplining a man. As soon as the nail polish was dry, Raven told Tammy that her slave should be punished for videotaping their sex acts. She removed a small wooden paddle from a drawer in the entertainment center, and was able to convince her to give him a spanking.
Raven removed Jake's chastity belt so his buttocks would be fully exposed. Although he knew he wouldn't be getting any sexual relief, he was glad to finally have his cock released from its prison. He bent over the coffee table as ordered by his Mistress Raven. Tammy, new to this, stood behind him, loosely holding the paddle, nervous and unsure.

"Go ahead. Spank him," Raven encouraged. There were a few seconds delay, and then Jake felt a soft smack on his ass. She gave a few more light swats before Raven lost patience and told her to spank him harder.
The next few swats were harder, but nothing compared to a spanking from Mistress Raven, who took it very seriously.
"Let me show you, dear," Raven said to Tammy and Jake knew she was taking control of the paddle. Five hard blows landed perfectly centered on Jake's ass in rapid succession. He groaned in pain and Tammy gasped in shock.
"Don't be afraid," Raven said. "That just got his attention." She then handed the paddle back to Tammy, who began to spank Jake with new enthusiasm, with Raven urging her on. Although Jake was glad that Raven wasn't spanking him any more, the paddle stung his behind and he tried hard not to cry out in pain.

Raven let the session go on for a while until Tammy was starting to work up a sweat and breathing heavily, her hair ruffled out of place, and beginning to sober up.
"I think he's had enough," Raven said. She told Tammy where the small bathroom was and suggested that she freshen up while her slave was put back to work. As Tammy headed for the bathroom, Raven ordered Jake to go down to the basement and followed him down the steps.
Jake wasn't sure exactly what his Mistress had in mind, but her intentions were soon clear enough. She stopped him in about the center of the room. Like most finished basements, Raven's playroom had a ceiling made of acoustic panels that lay in a grid. She quickly removed one of the panels and a pair of chains dropped down. They were bolted to a floor joist above the ceiling and had stout metal cuffs on the ends, which were locked onto Jake's wrists almost before he knew what was happening. Raven ordered him not to say a word and went back upstairs.
He could hear water running in the bathroom upstairs for a while, and then the sound of two pairs of high heels clicking on the tile in the foyer. There was a muffled conversation between the two women, punctuated by some laughter from Tammy. Eventually he heard the front door open and close, and then only one pair of heels walking around upstairs.

Now that Tammy had left, Jake assumed that Raven would inspect his housework, do whatever punishment she thought was appropriate, and release him. It had been a long day already and he had lost track of time. He hoped there would be time to take a nap before tonight's gig at Neon's.
It took longer than expected but eventually Raven came back downstairs, her hair pulled back severely and carrying the familiar black leather bag which she set down on the pool table.
"Let's get down to business," she said and explained that although he had completed his chores and done a decent job, setting a place for himself at her table had been completely inexcusable. For that he would have to be punished.
She pulled his boxer shorts out of her leather bag, wadded them up and stuffed them in his mouth. Next, Raven pulled out her riding crop. She stood in front of her terrified slave and lightly tapped him on the balls. He shook his head and tried to beg for mercy but his gagged words could not be understood.

Raven slowly walked around the helpless Jake, building up the tension and occasionally tapping him lightly with the crop. He flinched nervously each time.
"I'll give you a reason to jump," she said menacingly and the riding crop bit into the back of his thigh a second later. Unlike the paddle he had been spanked with a short time ago, the crop was a brutal instrument. In Raven's expert hand she could deliver a fierce punishment in a short time, and she liked that efficiency.

The backs of Jake's thighs were repeatedly struck with the crop. The snap of leather against skin was punctuated with the muffled groans from Raven's helpless slave. At last she stopped and Jake was able to catch his breath.
"Before I release you, we have another matter to take care of. If you cooperate with me this will be quick and easy. I suggest you cooperate," she said, lightly tapping him on the balls with her riding crop.
Raven pulled the now soggy boxer shorts from Jake's mouth and set her crop down on the pool table. Fearing what might be next, he saw her pull several videotapes from her bag, along with a pad of paper and pen. It was the collection of videos that she had confiscated from his apartment a few weeks ago.

"I need some information on how to get in touch with the women on your homemade videos so I can contact them in the future," she explained, walking around the pool table to where a TV / VCR combo was mounted on a shelf high up on the wall. "I suppose that some of them will be more enthusiastic about punishing you than Tammy was."
Inserting the first cassette into the machine, she let the first few minutes play. Jake watched the familiar scene where Brittany, his girlfriend from two years ago, was lying across her bed wearing only a black lace garter belt and some dark stockings with seams up the back. She looked hotter than he remembered. Jake came into view on the right side of the screen, naked, and Brittany started stroking his cock, which was already hard.
Although his body hurt badly, Jake started getting aroused. Then Raven stopped the tape and started walking slowly towards him.
"What is the name of that woman?" she demanded.
"Brittany," Jake promptly answered.
"I think you're lying," Raven said casually, pulling her ball slapper from the leather bag. Jake pleaded for mercy and asked her to check his little black book. He was relieved when Raven set down her weapon and fished around in the bag, pulling out the small address book.
For now, his Mistress seemed satisfied with the name, and wrote down what Jake assumed was the name and phone number on her own note pad. The interrogation continued with only short interruptions while Raven wrote down pieces of information, or gave his vulnerable balls a quick slap because he didn't answer a question fast enough.

In the grueling session, his Mistress wanted to know how he had met Brittany, the nature of their relationship, how long they had been together, how long ago that was, various sex acts he had performed with her, and other personal information. What seemed to interest Raven the most though, was why the two had broken up.
Jake had to explain that he and Brittany had been together for about half a year when she caught him cheating with one of his groupies. She had walked out right then and hasn't been in touch since that day. He further volunteered that the groupie was named Tonya, and she became his girlfriend right after that. Tonya was on one of the other videos, he explained.

Although Jake thought Raven would be pleased that he was spilling his guts, she slapped him viciously on the balls and called him a dirty cheating bastard.
One at a time, Raven showed a few minutes of each video and would drill him for information about the various women. There was an obvious pattern of Jake's unfaithfulness, and getting caught due to carelessness on his part. This usually resulted in the girlfriend dumping him. Sometimes he was able to start up a new relationship on the spot, as with Tonya. Other times he would meet a new girl at a bar where his band was playing.
During this long interrogation session, Raven would suddenly cross-examine him on previous questions he had answered. It was lucky for Jake that he was too afraid to try lying to his Mistress.
When at last she was finished, Jake was covered in sweat and practically hanging from his wrist shackles. Raven released him and as he rubbed his arms to restore the circulation, she pulled his clothes out of her black leather bag.
He frantically tried to pull his clothes on while Raven occasionally struck him with her riding crop. She practically chased him out the front door.

"You'll be back again to try and win back one of your tapes, slave. I know you will," she laughed as she stood in the doorway. Jake was too tired and a bit scared to answer as he limped down the sidewalk to his car.
Driving away from Raven's townhouse and glancing at the dashboard clock, Jake realized that there would barely be time to get home, change clothes, and make it to his gig. Starving, he knew that he'd be stuck eating a supper of bar pretzels once he made it to the club.
Although Raven had said he would be back, he doubted it. He was certain that she would simply give the videos to the women and give them the chance to paddle him, or worse. He knew that some of them would be delighted if given such a chance. No matter what sort of tempting offer his Mistress Raven might make him in the future, he would have to stay away.