Andrea had fallen asleep, and was startled awake by the noise of the key turning in the lock. It was still dark, but without her watch she had no idea what time it was.
Laurie strode into the room. She was wearing a pair of glossy black Lycra leggings over a figure-hugging body in the same material, with black high-heels but no make-up. It looked as though she’d been roused from her sleep.
‘You’re required,’ she said with a hint of disapproval. In her left hand she held a leather harness, in her right a black silk slip.
Andrea scrambled to her feet, her heart thumping from a rush of adrenaline.
‘Turn around.’
Andrea obeyed, turning her back on the brunette. Laurie dropped the slip on the bed then held up the leather harness. It consisted of a thick leather collar attached to a short strap. She wrapped the collar around Andrea’s neck, over the steel collar she already wore, and buckled it in place. The short strap hung down between her shoulder-blades. Two leather cuffs were attached to it, one above the other.
‘Put the slip on.’
Andrea picked it up. It was made from the finest silk and had the narrowest of spaghetti straps. She pulled it over her head. The material felt deliciously soft against her skin.
‘Hands behind your back,’ Laurie ordered.
As she put her arms behind her back Laurie took hold of her left wrist and twisted it up to the leather strap, into the top cuff. She wrapped the cuff around it and buckled it tight, then secured Andrea’s right wrist into the lower cuff. The bondage was awkward and uncomfortable, straining the muscles in her arms and shoulders, making her elbows stick out to the sides.
Laurie went to the drawer in one the bedside table. She took out a brush and quickly brushed Andrea’s long blonde hair. ‘Follow me,’ she ordered.
The bondage had created an immediate surge of arousal in Andrea, but she could not separate that from the excitement she felt at the thought of being taken to her master. She managed to catch a glimpse at Laurie’s watch. It was two o’clock in the morning.
They walked down the narrow staircase and along to the panelled double doors. Laurie knocked on one, then turned and headed off down the corridor without another word. Andrea watched as she disappeared into one of the other bedrooms.
The house was silent. Nothing moved. She listened intently for any noise from inside what she guessed must be Hawksworth’s bedroom, but could hear nothing. She had been given a second chance. Hawksworth had changed his mind. Now it was up to her to show him that it had all been a mistake and that she could be a perfect slave.
It was at least ten minutes before the door opened. To her surprise it was opened by Julia, the young maid. She was wearing a lacy black suspender belt, tan stockings and black high-heels. She had small breasts, and the auburn pubic hair that covered her mons had been trimmed into a neat triangle.
‘Bring her in.’ It was Hawksworth’s voice.
Julia caught hold of Andrea’s elbow and pulled her inside, closing the door behind them. Her eyes looked at her briefly, and Andrea saw a flash of anger. She was clearly not happy that Andrea was there.
‘Good evening, my dear,’ Hawksworth said.
The bedroom was large and luxurious, decorated in shades of cream and white. Hawksworth was lying on a large double bed with his head propped up on three or four pillows. He was wearing a dark-blue silk robe.
‘Come here.’
Andrea walked over to the bed. It was quite a distance from the door and she could see his eyes following her every step. Again she felt their strange, hypnotic power.
‘Get her the shoes.’
Julia brought over a pair of black leather high-heels. She placed them by Andrea’s feet.
‘Put them on,’ Hawksworth ordered quietly.
It was a little difficult with her arms tied behind her back, but Andrea managed to climb into the heels without overbalancing. They increased her height by a good four inches.
‘Now tell me, Andrea. I want to know.’
She didn’t know what to say. ‘I’m sorry?’
He tutted. ‘Don’t you know by now that you must call me master?’
‘I’m sorry... master.’
‘We’ll let it go this time. I seem to have to make a lot of allowances for you, Andrea.’
‘No master, it’s just that...’
‘Tell me, child.’
Julia had moved around to the other side of the bed, and Hawksworth patted the sheet next to him. She climbed up and knelt by his side.
‘I didn’t know, master. I was just too excited. Ms Angelis blindfolded me and I... everything was so confused. The bondage affected me too and that rope...’ It all came tumbling out. She knew she wasn’t making a lot of sense. ‘I just couldn’t help myself.’
‘Did you imagine the rope was put there for your pleasure?’
‘No, master.’
‘It was a test, Andrea. Your pleasure, your needs are no longer an issue. I wanted to see if you understood that. You sadly disappointed me. I can see that I’m going to have to teach you control.’
‘Yes, master, I’ll do anything.’
‘Of course you will. And I think you’ll have to start your lessons forthwith, don’t you?’
‘Yes, master.’
‘Are you right-handed?’
‘Yes, master.’
Hawksworth nodded to Julia. She scrambled across the bed and turned Andrea around. Quickly she unbuckled Andrea’s right wrist from the leather harness.
‘Kneel here, on the bed.’ Hawksworth was lying in the middle of it, but it was so large there was plenty of space on either side of him.
Andrea climbed up onto the mattress, her heart pounding. She didn’t care what he did to her, she was just happy he’d not left her upstairs locked in that room alone.
‘Closer. Come closer.’ He beckoned her with a crooked finger. Andrea shuffled on her knees. ‘Closer still.’
She could smell his musky cologne.
‘That’s better. Julia, I want you behind her.’ The girl immediately scrambled over the bed to obey. ‘Good. Now lift your slip.’
Andrea used her free hand to lift the hem.
‘Open your legs a little more.’
Andrea squirmed her knees apart, conscious that Hawksworth’s eyes were looking at her sex.
‘Now I want you to lean forward, and lift you arse.’ He reached out and hooked his hand under Andrea’s long hair and around her neck, pulling it down until her forehead was resting on his chest. His other hand undid the knotted belt of his robe and pushed the garment aside. His circumcised cock was still flaccid, nestling in a bed of thick pubic hair.
‘Go ahead...’
Andrea’s vision was severely restricted. She could only see Hawksworth’s body, but as she felt him holding her neck down more securely Julia’s hand lifted the hem of the black slip at the back. Her other hand then caressed the neat round curves, then suddenly slapped hard against her left buttock.
‘Very good,’ Hawksworth said. ‘Give her five more.’
Thwack! Julia spanked Andrea’s right buttock, more powerfully this time. Andrea gasped, her breath forced out against the silk robe, and she could see Hawksworth’s cock beginning to engorge.
Thwack! The next blow went back to the left buttock. Already tenderised by the first slap it responded with a wave of pain, like a thousand hot needles being driven into her flesh at the same time. But almost before the pain could register it had twisted into equally hot, pulsing pleasure that made her vagina clench and her clitoris throb. She moaned softly.
‘Three more. Harder.’
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! In quick succession, each spank harder than the last, the girl apparently enjoying her work. Andrea could feel the sticky sap of her body leaking over her thighs. Hawksworth’s cock was fully erect now and he was wanking it gently with his hand. She hoped above hope that he would fuck her, that he would order her to straddle his body and allow her to sink down on that long hard shaft. She wanted that more than she’d ever wanted anything.
‘Now lick it,’ Hawksworth ordered.
Andrea felt Julia’s tongue moving across her bottom, licking her skin, using just the tip, the wetness of it cooling the superheated flesh. She was unable to contain a gasp of pleasure. No woman had ever touched her so intimately, but she felt no revulsion, only a rapid rise in her level of arousal.
‘Is she wet?’ Hawksworth asked.
Unceremoniously Julia thrust two fingers into the mouth of Andrea’s vagina. ‘Soaking, master,’ she said.
The master’s hand let go of her neck. ‘I want to see you touch yourself. You are not to come. Do you understand that? I want to see you exercise some control for a change. Discipline and control.’
‘Yes, master,’ Andrea said.
Immediately she ran her hand down between her legs. Her clitoris was swollen and hard. She rubbed her finger over the top of it and felt an explosion of feeling so violent she snatched her finger away. Two or three seconds of this and she would come.
But Hawksworth missed nothing. ‘Do as I say,’ he insisted.
‘But, master...’
‘Do you not know better than to answer back?’
Andrea prodded her finger against her clitoris again. It throbbed wildly. She didn’t know what she was going to do. She had never been so turned on in her whole life. Everything that had happened to her, being stripped in the car, being bound and blindfolded, the feeling the rope had caused, and the sight of Donald fucking his wife while she was made to watch, all conspired to arouse her in a way she had never been aroused before. How could she be expected to stop herself from coming?
‘Julia,’ Hawksworth said. ‘Help her along.’
The girl moved up to him, kneeling alongside Andrea. She slid one hand down over her back, briefly caressing her stinging buttocks, then pushed it down between her legs. Two fingers, then three thrust into her soaking wet vagina.
‘No,’ Andrea cried, as a whole new set of sensations lanced through her body. She felt her sex clenched tightly around the girl’s fingers. Her other hand caressed her breasts, circling her nipples so the silky material was rubbing against them. ‘Oh no, no, please,’ Andrea moaned, her body shuddering.
‘Yes, Andrea,’ Hawksworth said insistently.
Andrea was desperate. The orgasms she’d experienced in the stables and in the dining room was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. Every nerve and sinew in her body was crying out for relief, a huge wave building behind a flimsy dam. She knew if she came now Hawksworth would almost certainly send her away. What she’d already seen on the estate was beyond her wildest dreams, a living reality that made her fantasies pale into insignificance. But unless she could hold herself back she feared she would never be able to explore it.
Hawksworth made a gesture to the girl. Andrea felt her fingers sliding from the slick wetness of her vagina. It contracted sharply as they pulled clear, creating yet another wave of pleasure. Her hand also left Andrea’s breasts. Julia bent forward over the master’s body. She opened her mouth and Hawksworth fed his large erection into it. The girl gobbled it up greedily, squirming her buttocks from side to side, her small breasts squashing against his belly.
‘Mmm...’ she mumbled enthusiastically, as if to emphasise it was she and not Andrea being given the ultimate privilege.
But the sight of the girl eagerly bobbing her head up and down, and Hawksworth’s cock glistening with her saliva, made Andrea’s state of excitement worse. She tried to pull her finger away from her clitoris, so it only appeared to be touching but was in fact posed just above it, but it made no difference. The tempo of her body was too fevered. She would come now even if she did nothing.
She tried to adopt another approach. This time she pressed her finger down against her clit so hard she hoped it would hurt and the pain would wipe the pleasure away. But that didn’t work either, for the discomfort turned to intense, throbbing pleasure. She gasped, instinctively pulling with her left arm, the grip of the bondage that held it awkwardly up between her shoulder-blades only adding to her excitement. She tried to concentrate on her master. He was still looking at her, watching her finger move across her labia, but those deep blue eyes were glazed and motionless. Julia had worked her hands around his cock, and while one grasped the base of his shaft the other cupped his scrotum and balls.
Hawksworth’s mouth opened slightly and his eyes closed. Almost immediately his cock jerked visibly and Julia pressed her mouth all the way down on it, until her lips were grazing his pubic hair. He moaned loudly, then opened his eyes again, looking straight at Andrea. ‘I give you permission,’ he whispered.
As she saw his body arch up Andrea’s orgasm exploded, the relief as great as the need. Her body shuddered and for a moment she thought she would pass out, a scarlet wave of passion completely overwhelming her, her eyes screwed shut.
When she opened them again Julia was pulling away from Hawksworth’s erection. Andrea saw her swallow, but a pearl of spunk escaped and trickled over her chin.
It was difficult to sleep. That was partly to do with the fact that her hands were bound together by padded leather cuffs, which in turn were secured to a metal ring in the wall at the top of the bed. But it was mostly due to the fact that Andrea could not stop her mind from working.
It was two days since she’d seen Charles Hawksworth. Two days and two nights. After her session with Julia she was stripped out of the slip and returned to the small upstairs bedroom for the rest of the night. In the morning Laurie had taken her back to the stable block where she was taken into one of the narrow rooms and given breakfast.
There she was left, naked and alone. Meals were brought to her twice a day, and twice a day she was taken to the bathroom facilities at the far end of the block, where she was allowed to shower and use the toilet.
The only other break in the monotony of the day was the arrival of the woman in the black dress. Putting a concertinaed make-up case on the bed she made-up Andrea’s face, attended to her hair and varnished her finger and toenails, and applied rouge to her nipples. The first time this happened Andrea was convinced it was a prelude to being taken to see Hawksworth, but it wasn’t. The door remained locked, and no one else came.
At night, though she had no idea at what time, Laurie came to the room, bound her hands in the leather cuffs and secured them to the metal ring. All without a word. The door was locked again and the lights turned out.
The second day followed exactly the same pattern. An hour before Laurie entered her room and bound her hands above her head again, and left without comment.
Andrea had a list of questions she wanted to ask her, but dare not say a word. She knew she was being tested and punished. With nothing to do but sit and think about what had happened she was sure that the master’s neglect was a much worse punishment than being bound and whipped. Making her watch Julia giving him pleasure was a punishment too.
She supposed she’d imagined that she and the master would be alone together, and that his ‘training’ would be on a one-to-one basis. But now she came to think about it, she realised she should never have made that assumption. Whipping Julia in front of her had been a clear indication that there were other women, other slaves, at the manor. She was just one of many.
In fact that idea did not depress her. She knew, given the chance, that she could show Charles Hawksworth an absolute devotion to submission and obedience as great as any of the other girls. She could be the perfect slave. All she wanted now was another chance to prove herself to her master.
Over and over again she kicked herself for not realising that the way she’d been bound on that first night was a trick, a way of getting her own urges to betray her. If only she had thought about it, if only she’d realised what was going on she might have replaced Julia in the master’s bedroom and spent the night with him.
Instead her overweening sexuality, the shock of being in a world where all her deepest fantasies where living, breathing realities, had been too much for her to cope with. If she were honest with herself, she guessed that even if Laurie had told her the truth her intense arousal would have made it impossible not to have an orgasm anyway. Too much had happened to provoke and arouse her, the fact that she’d been blindfolded, turning her mind inwards, further increasing the effect of the bondage and the tight corset.
Fortunately, in Hawksworth’s bedroom she’d just managed to hang on, but it had been a very close thing. If he hadn’t given her permission she would have been totally unable to stop herself from coming. Hawksworth tapped into a current in her sexuality that ran deeper than even she had realised.
And then there was the effect Julia had had on her. She could still feel the way the girl’s fingers had invaded her body. She’d never had any sort of sexual experience with a woman before, and had never cherished notions of having one. There was no denying that the woman’s touch amplified and accelerated everything she felt, but she put it down to the overwhelming excitement of the moment rather than any deep lesbian impulse on her part.
The position of her arms pulled her pectorals taut and made her shoulders ache. She had tossed and turned herself into every position to get comfortable, but the pain would not go away. And in the mood of depression she was now in, she welcomed it.
‘Comfortable?’
The door of the narrow room opened, flooding it with light from the corridor. Laurie marched into the room carrying a nylon holdall. She put the light on and closed the door.
‘I asked you a question,’ she said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
‘No, Ms Angelis.’
‘Good.’ The brunette was wearing a tight-fitting cat-suit made from a silky yellow material, with a low V-neck, against which her cleavage strained. It clung to the contours of her body like a second skin, the crotch so tight it had creased into the folds of her labia. Her high-heeled calf-length boots were brown leather.
Laurie reached forward. The central link on the leather cuffs was attached to the metal ring in the wall by a small padlock. She fitted a key in the lock and allowed it to spring free.
‘You may lower your arms.’
Andrea did so. A thousand nerves tingled in protest at their confinement in the same position for so long. Her muscles spasmed, too.
‘Put this on.’ She threw a black corset on to Andrea’s body. ‘And make it quick.’ She took hold of the leather cuff on her right wrist and unbuckled it.
Andrea got to her feet. The corset was made from black lace and had a three-quarter cup bra. As she wrapped it around her body she realised it was as tight as the one she’d been made to wear in the car, and required the same sort of manoeuvres before it could be done up.
Laurie took stockings and ankle boots from the bag. The stockings were sheer and black, the ankle boots black too, with a thin high heel.
Andrea’s pulse was racing. Being dressed like this could surely only mean one thing; she was being taken to see her master. As quickly as she could she rolled the stockings up her legs and clipped them into the suspenders, making sure the seam was straight. The suspenders needed adjusting to hold the stockings more tightly, pulling them into peaks on her thighs. She smoothed the nylon with the palms of her hands, eliminating every wrinkle.
‘You seem to be learning,’ Laurie said when Andrea had finished.
‘Thank you, Ms Angelis.’
‘Now sit on the bed; I have to do your hair.’
Laurie took a hairbrush and a set of hairpins from the bag, and artfully styled Andrea’s hair up into a French plait.
‘Now stand again, and put your hands behind your back.’
Andrea did as she was told, and the brunette re-fastened the leather cuff on her right wrist, then took out an identical pair from the bag. These she wrapped around Andrea’s arms just above the elbow, forcing her arms together, making her ease back her shoulders and stick out her chest.
‘That’s much better.’
‘Are you taking me to see the master?’ The question slipped out. Andrea was just too anxious to know.
‘I’ve told you about speaking without permission,’ Laurie said at once.
‘I’m sorry, Ms Angelis.’
‘So you should be. Now bend over. Touch your forehead to the bed.’
Andrea did as she was told immediately. She could feel Laurie’s eyes looking at her buttocks, the lips of her sex pursed between them.
‘No, I think we’ll let the master punish you instead. Come on, follow me.’
Oh God, she was going to see the master and the first thing Laurie was going to tell him was that she’d disobeyed again. She wanted to plead with her not to say anything, but that would only make matters worse. How could she have been so stupid?
Laurie walked along the corridor and out into the covered pathway, with Andrea following behind. She still had no idea what time it was, but it was dark and there were stars sparkling in a moonless sky.
In the house Laurie mounted the stairs. She paused outside the double doors to Hawksworth’s bedroom and inspected Andrea critically. She used a hand to shape her hair slightly, and wet a finger to remove a smudge of make-up from her cheek. Then she knocked on the door.
‘Come in.’
Laurie opened it, then took hold of Andrea’s arm and guided her into the room.
‘Good evening,’ Hawksworth said. He was sitting in an oatmeal armchair by the window, the thick curtains drawn across it, his feet up on a matching upholstered stool. He was wearing the dark-blue silk robe and had a glass of brandy in his hand. There was a file on his lap. ‘Bring her here, Laurie, if you would.’
Laurie marched Andrea to the chair. Andrea held her breath, waiting for her to say something.
Hawksworth moved his hand, running it up the outside of Andrea’s leg to the top of the stockings. ‘Very pretty,’ he said. ‘Open your legs, girl.’
Andrea spread her legs apart. Hawksworth’s eyes looked at her sex.
‘Have you masturbated?’ he asked, as casually as if he were asking if she’d had a cup of tea.
‘No, master,’ Andrea said with total conviction.
‘Good.’ He ran his hand higher, until it was an inch away from her sex. His fingers traced around her soft skin. ‘Do you know your sex lips are already wet?’
‘Yes, master.’ She hoped that wouldn’t be another black mark against her. Surely he didn’t expect her to be able to control that?
‘What has caused it?’
‘The thought of seeing you, master,’ she said at once.
He smiled. ‘How perfectly charming. Get me another brandy would you, Laurie?’ He raised his glass and Laurie took it from him. There was a tantalus on a bow-fronted mahogany chest on the other side of the room, and Laurie walked across to it and poured the amber liquid.
‘Laurie was a slave too, you know,’ he went on. ‘Not a very good slave, but she’s beautiful, isn’t she?’
‘Yes, master,’ Andrea agreed truthfully.
Laurie came back to the side of the armchair and gave Hawksworth his brandy.
‘Why don’t you show Andrea just how beautiful you are, Laurie?’
Laurie smiled. The cat-suit had a long zip from the apex of the V-neck to the crotch. The brunette pulled it down. She slipped off the ankle boots then pushed the silky material off her shoulders, and wriggled it down her legs. Under the cat-suit she was wearing a strapless bustier white satin bra, its long body cutting right down to her waist, a matching suspender-belt clipped to white stockings with lacy welts, and thong-cut panties. She had large breasts that swelled against the restraint of the bra, but her stomach was completely flat and her waist narrow. Her long legs were contoured by muscle, and her skin was deeply tanned and smooth. She had a small tattoo of a blue butterfly at the top of her left buttock.
At the side of the chair was a pair of white high-heeled satin slippers, their toes decorated with a tuft of boa feather. Laurie slipped her feet into them.
Andrea saw a look pass between her and Hawksworth, and he nodded. Nothing else needed to be said.
Laurie walked to the chest of drawers at the side of the bed. As she stooped to open the top drawer the tiny triangle of satin at the back of the panties was stretched tightly over her oval buttocks. She took something out, and Andrea caught a glimpse of a thin metal chain, as the brunette came up behind Andrea.
‘Begin,’ Hawksworth said.
Laurie’s right hand came around Andrea’s body. Carefully it folded down the lacy bra cups that covered her breasts, tucking them under the flesh so they were still supported. Laurie’s fingers tweaked her nipples. They were already jutting out prominently.
‘Let me,’ Hawksworth said.
‘Kneel,’ Laurie ordered at once, pressing down on Andrea’s shoulders.
Andrea sank to her knees a little awkwardly, without her arms to use for balance. Her whole body was trembling, her excitement extreme. For whatever reason Laurie had not told her master about her transgression, and now she could concentrate on showing him exactly how devoted she was to her submission.
‘Keep your legs open,’ Hawksworth chided.
Immediately Andrea squirmed her legs apart.
Laurie took his brandy glass and the file from his lap and handed him the chain she’d taken from the bedside drawers. Andrea saw that attached to each end was an odd-looking oval made from flat metal. One end of the oval was attached to the metal chain while the other ended in two little circular pads tipped with some sort of hard plastic, and pressed tightly together face to face. On either side of the oval were two raised metal flanges.
‘Laurie’s favourite toy,’ Hawksworth said. He leant forward, pushing the footstool away. With his right hand he took hold of Andrea’s right breast, while his left pressed the two metal flanges on one of the ovals. As he pressed a series of spring-loaded levers opened the two little pads, and Andrea could see that their inner surface was covered with raised bumps.
Hawksworth fitted the pads over Andrea’s nipple, then released the pressure on the flanges allowing the jaws to close. As the pads bit into her tender flesh Andrea felt a wave of intense pain, quite unlike anything she had felt before. She saw Hawksworth looking right into her eyes, intent on observing her reaction. Tears welled and she whimpered, but suddenly the pain transmuted itself into a hot, coiled pleasure that turned her whimper into a moan of delight.
Hawksworth picked up the second clip. He positioned it over her left nipple and allowed the little pads to sink into the puckered flesh. This time the pain was striated with pleasure right from the word go. Andrea tossed her head back and gasped.
‘Look into my eyes,’ Hawksworth ordered at once.
Andrea pulled her head back and looked into those glistening pools of aquamarine. For the first time she thought she saw a glimmer of real excitement as he reached forward and took hold of the chain now looped down between her breasts. Slowly he lifted it. The weight of her breasts pulled the nipple clips tighter, and for a moment the pleasure was overridden by pain again. He pulled it up until her breasts were pointed to the ceiling, her usually dark nipples blanched white by the tightness of the clips.
Then he allowed the chain to fall through his fingers. As it dropped her breasts fell back too, the flesh quivering, the movement provoking a whole set of new sensations in her nipples. The feelings routed themselves straight to her sex and her clitoris began to pulse urgently.
‘Stand,’ Hawksworth said.
It was even more difficult to stand up with her arms so securely bound behind her back than it had been to kneel in the first place, but Andrea managed it, not without making her tethered breasts shake violently, the chain clinking and her nipples producing new shards of pain-laced pleasure.
‘I was very disappointed with you, Andrea,’ Hawksworth said, the tone of his voice changing. ‘Now I hope you’ve learnt your lesson. If you have not, then our experiment is over. If you have, we’ll see. Normally I would leave this until later in your training, but you have left me no choice. You understand that you must obey Laurie as if it were I giving you orders?’
‘Yes, master.’
‘Good.’ Hawksworth got up too. The big bed had been stripped back to the white linen bottom sheet, and he went to lie on it, not as he had two nights ago in the middle, but to one side. He propped himself comfortably against the pillows. ‘Begin,’ he said for the second time that night.
Laurie smiled. It was the cruel smile Andrea had seen in the car. She took Andrea’s hand and led her over to the bed.
‘Lie on your back.’
Andrea lay down, the lacy basque rasping against the white linen. With her arms bound behind her back so securely her body was arched like a bow. Her sex was throbbing as rhythmically as her heart.
Laurie knelt on the bed bedside her. She reached behind her back and began to undo the four or five hooks that held the bustier bra in place. As she slipped it to one side her breasts trembled. They were large and pendulous, and were as tanned as the rest of her body. She had small nipples, both pierced with a gold ring. ‘Have you ever kissed a woman before?’
‘No, Ms Angelis.’
‘Good.’ She leant down until their mouths were no more than two inches apart. ‘Then kiss me.’
Without the slightest hesitation, determined to show her master that she could be totally obedient, Andrea raised her head and pressed her lips to the brunette’s. She felt no revulsion. They felt quite different from a man’s, soft and pliant and wet. She pushed her tongue between them and felt it being sucked inside.
As they kissed Laurie’s hand travelled over her breasts. They found the clip on her right nipple and jerked it up forcefully, making Andrea gasp, the noise gagged on her lips. Then it was her tongue that pushed forward, the two dancing against each other like two snakes.
Andrea felt her pulse quicken. It wouldn’t have mattered if she had found the whole experience disgusting. After two days in the wilderness she would have done anything to please her master. Anything. But far from any sort of disgust Laurie’s lips and tongue were producing sharp pangs of delight. She felt a terrific desire to press the length of her body against the woman, to feel those pliant breasts and that neat mons crushing into hers.
But that was not what Laurie had in mind. She broke the kiss and straightened up. That cruel smile was playing on her lips. She opened her legs and straddled Andrea, her face towards her feet. Then she squirmed back until Andrea found herself staring up at her sex, tightly covered by the white satin panties. The gusset of them was dimpled, as if sucked into her sex.
Laurie’s hand came around her buttocks. She took hold of the panties and pulled them aside, so the gusset settled across her buttocks and her sex was completely exposed. To Andrea’s astonishment it was hairless, not like her own, with little hair, but obviously carefully depilated, every detail of her labia clearly visible. She had never seen a woman’s sex before. The inner labia surrounding the mouth of her vagina were thin and delicate, while the outer lips, which enclosed them, were much fatter and wrinkled in texture. Her vagina was open and Andrea could see the dark scarlet flesh of its interior, dripping with the juices of her arousal.
‘Lick it,’ Laurie said, moving her sex down until it was an inch from Andrea’s mouth.
Andrea could smell her rich perfume. It was mixed with a much more primitive odour. She looked to her right and saw Hawksworth watching intently, his whole attention focussed on her. There was nothing she could do but obey.
Tentatively she raised her head. She stuck her tongue out and insinuated it into the hot wet flesh of Laurie’s labia. Laurie tasted sweet. She wasn’t sure what she should do. She tried to remember what she liked men to do to her. Moving her tongue up along the slit of her sex she searched for the clit. It was not difficult to find. Her tongue butted up against a hard lozenge-shaped protrusion. She felt a frisson of sensation run through Laurie’s body as her tongue circled the little nut of nerves, and strangely her body reacted in exactly the same way. With the tip of her tongue she circled Laurie’s clit, then began to push it from side to side. She felt it throb.
‘Is she doing it properly?’ Hawksworth asked.
‘Mmm... she’s got a natural talent,’ Laurie confirmed, her voice husky and deep.
‘Good.’
Andrea felt her own excitement mounting. She was performing for her master, her submission total. She could see herself as if from above, her body in the tight black basque, her arms bound behind her back, with Laurie squatting above her. Lying on her arms was producing a whole new set of excruciating pains, but that only seemed to feed her arousal.
And it wasn’t only the bondage that was exciting her. She realised the feel and taste of Laurie’s sex was arousing too. She had never imagined she could get pleasure out of doing this to a woman, but she’d been wrong. Of course there was the excitement of breaking a taboo, of doing something she had never done before, but there were other much more physical sensations driving her wild. There seemed to be a direct connection between Laurie’s sex and her own. She could feel what Laurie was feeling, her clitoris pulsing at the same frequency as the brunette’s. She wished her hands were free. She would have loved to push her fingers into Laurie’s cunt, and feel that velvety soft flesh close around them.
She tried to see what Hawksworth was doing, but her view was obscured by Laurie’s thighs. She thought she heard him removing the silk robe.
‘Open your legs, now,’ he said.
Andrea obeyed, spreading her legs apart, the nylon stockings rasping against the sheet. She felt a hand, she was sure it was Hawksworth’s hand, caressing her thigh above the stocking top.
Then Laurie’s body moved. For a second her sex was lifted away from Andrea’s mouth, but as it settled again at a slightly different angle Andrea felt an entirely new sensation. Laurie’s mouth was pressing against her sex, her hot wet tongue first delving into her vagina, lapping at the juices leaking from it, and then moving to her clit. When it found the swollen button and ironed it back against her pubic bone Andrea felt a jolt of sensation so strong that for a moment she thought she was going to come. She had never felt anything like it. Laurie’s mouth was so soft and so pliable. It seemed to mould itself to her sex, like a limpet, sucking, creating a pool of melting flesh in the middle of which her clitoris felt hard and incredibly sensitive. She knew she must not come. She fought against her bonds, hoping the pain would distract her, and tried to concentrate on giving Laurie pleasure, forcing her mouth hard against her sex and pressing her clitoris with her tongue until it too was ironed back against the underlying bone. But that only seemed to make matters worse. The pain from her bondage twisted into fiery pleasure while the feelings from her own clitoris seemed to arc, like electric currents, up to Laurie’s.
They were joined, the connection complete, what Andrea had felt earlier nothing compared to what she could feel now.
Andrea could feel every ripple of sensation in Laurie’s body, and each one was matched by an exact equivalent in her own as the brunette tormented her clitoris.
She could feel the nipple clips, crushed by Laurie’s weight, biting even deeper, and Laurie’s malleable breasts heavy against her tummy, and both created yet more provocation. Andrea knew she must not come, but she simply didn’t know how she was going to stop herself.
All the different thrills in her body, the aching pain from the bondage, the nipple clips, the delicious squirming tongue against her clit, the contractions that beset her vagina, and the feeling of a woman’s sex crushed for the first time against her own face, were combining into one sensuous beat. She wanted to wallow in it, to allow herself to be carried away by the feeling of a woman’s mouth doing such wonderful things to her sex, but she knew she dare not. She did not want to incur Hawksworth’s wrath again. Somehow she had to stop herself from coming.
What made it worse was that she could feel the orgasm mounting in Laurie’s body too. Everything she felt was echoed in the brunette. Her clitoris was pulsing wildly against Andrea’s tongue and she could even feel her labia throbbing, her vagina, she was sure, as wet and active as her own. Her whole body was undulating subtly, her buttocks pushing back against Andrea’s face.
‘Yes, yes,’ she breathed, the words pronounced against Andrea’s sex, the movement of her lips and her hot breath producing new paroxysms of pleasure in the blonde.
Suddenly Laurie went rigid, raised her head and cried out loud, her thighs crushing Andrea’s cheeks, her sex pressed down on her mouth and nose so tightly Andrea could hardly breathe. She seemed to stay like that for long minutes, her body locked around the central core of feelings that had created her orgasm. Then Andrea felt her melt, her body relaxing, every muscle and tendon softening. This was the most provoking of everything Andrea had felt. Laurie’s mouth was still pressed to her sex, and even though her tongue was no longer moving she seemed to be able to feel it even more acutely than she had done before. She wanted to come. She wanted to come more than she thought she had ever wanted to come before.
Laurie was climbing off her. Andrea lay on the bed, her body arched upward by the position of her arms, the black basque cinched tightly around her body, the black stockings stretched tautly over her legs, panting with the effort of holding herself back. She saw Hawksworth was kneeling beside her, his large erection held tightly in his fist.
He smiled. She thought it was the first time he’d ever smiled at her.
Laurie moved behind him. Her hand replaced his on the shaft of his cock and she began masturbating him.
Hawksworth reached out with his left hand. He picked up the metal chain that was looped between the nipple clips and began pulling it. The nipple clips rose from her breasts. Her nipples had been numbed by the biting pain, but a whole new set of sensations burst out as he lifted it higher, pulling Andrea’s breasts up until they were stretched and strained.
Andrea whimpered, the pain - now so like intense pleasure they were indistinguishable - forcing her eyes closed. She simply could not resist this new goad. She was going to come now and there was nothing she could do to stop herself. She had failed again.
But as she felt her clitoris swell and throb harder and stronger, and the overwhelming sensations rippled through her body, she felt a warm thick liquid spatter over her tortured breasts. She opened her eyes to see spunk jetting from Hawksworth’s cock, a second arc of it splashing down on the black basque, Laurie’s hand skilfully extracting every last drop from him.
‘I give you permission,’ he said, still with little evident emotion.
Andrea cried out with relief. She squeezed her legs together to trap her clitoris between her labia, fighting the bonds that constrained her, every nerve in her body singing with relief as she allowed her orgasm to overtake her. Her body rocked and rolled, the chain that held her breasts pulled out of Hawksworth’s hand, another huge jolt of pleasure caused as it fell back against her chest.
Eventually it was over. She felt his spunk running down her breasts and into the bra cups of the basque, and could taste Laurie’s juices on her lips and tongue. The pain began to take over, the cramp in her arms and shoulders acute, the nipple clips now excruciating. But she didn’t mind. It had all been worthwhile. She had redeemed herself. She had been the perfect slave.
‘Get up.’
Andrea was daydreaming and hadn’t heard the door open.
‘I said get up.’ Laurie stood in the doorway. She threw a leather garment on the bed. ‘I’ll be back in five minutes.’
The door shut again and was locked.
Andrea rose to her feet. When Laurie brought her back to the stable block she’d stripped off all her bonds and the tight lingerie, but had not used the leather cuffs to bind her to the bed, so for the first time at the manor she’d spent a night unfettered. The woman in black had already taken her to the bathroom, watched while she showered and used the toilet, then given her breakfast.
The leather was black and supple. It was a one-piece garment like the cat-suit Laurie had worn last night, but with a collar and full sleeves. Quickly Andrea eased it on, putting her feet into the legs first, then pulling on the upper half, the fit so tight it was a struggle. With the leather finally in place it fitted like a second skin, stretched tightly over her body, the front pressing her breasts almost flat. Attached to each side of the garment were two straps, one above the other, the lower ones on her hips.
Andrea was feeling buoyant. Her nipples were tender and sore and her arms and shoulders ached from such a long confinement, but she welcomed the discomfort. It was a sign that she had passed a test and come through with flying colours. And Laurie’s arrival could only mean one thing; she was being taken to see her master again. It proved that, after last night, he was pleased with her. She was back in his good books and most definitely planned to stay that way.
The experience with Laurie, the first full-blown lesbian encounter of her life, had left her wondering if she’d always had such urges but had hidden them from herself. She couldn’t honestly say she’d ever had the slightest desire to go to bed with a woman, or ever thought of a woman as particularly attractive sexually, but it seemed odd that her response was so strong if she didn’t harbour any latent desires. And the memory of what they’d done together produced such a sharp reaction, such a positive arousal, that she couldn’t wait to repeat the experience.
Of course it was possible that the main ingredient of the package was the fact of her submission. She had after all been ordered by Hawksworth to have sex with Laurie, whilst being securely bound. They were the two elements in her sexuality that had brought her to the house, and it was possible that her arousal came not from what Hawksworth had ordered her to do, but that he had ordered her to do it.
Whatever the reason, it was not something she was likely to forget. She could still see Laurie’s hairless sex posed above her face; she could still taste her juices.
The door opened again. Laurie strode into the room and closed it behind her. She was wearing a pair of black leather trousers and a black silk blouse. She inspected Andrea’s outfit critically.
‘Don’t think last night is going to get you any favours,’ she said bluntly.
‘No, Ms Angelis.’
There were two diagonal zips in the front of the cat-suit, one over each breast. Laurie unzipped one and Andrea’s breast thrust through the opening.
‘Are your nipples sore?’
‘Yes, Ms Angelis.’
Laurie flicked the dark nipple with a fingernail. Andrea winced. She caught her eye. There was a look there Andrea could not mistake - a look of lust.
Apparently shunting her own feelings to one side, Laurie pulled the zip of the cat-suit back up. She pulled Andrea’s left arm down to her side and wrapped the leather strap secured to the side of the cat-suit around it, buckling it securely. The second strap fitted just above the elbow. She repeated the process with the other arm.
‘Follow me.’
The procedure was the same as the first night at the house. The woman in the black dress made her up and brushed her hair. If anything emphasised her new status this did. She was not allowed even to decide these small things for herself; her appearance, like everything else, in her master’s control. It took about fifteen minutes for the woman to finish her work.
Laurie fitted the chain leash into the ring on the steel collar, then led Andrea into the house, and she heard voices the moment they got into the building; men’s voices.
Laurie led her along to the sitting room, but at the bottom of the staircase turned in a new direction. They came to a halt in front of a large panelled oak door. This was clearly where the voices were coming from.
‘Remember, you must obey,’ Laurie warned. ‘Without question.’
‘Yes, Ms Angelis.’ It was clear that the master had company. Of course she’d hoped he would be alone, that he would give her his undivided attention for once, but that was up to him. This was another opportunity to prove herself to him, and she felt a now familiar excitement at the prospect.
Laurie knocked on the door.
‘Enter.’
She opened it.
The room was a large dining room with a huge oval mahogany table surrounded by at least thirty chairs. There was a large fireplace that matched the one in the sitting room, and several more impressionist paintings on the walls. Five men sat at one end of the table with Charles Darrington Hawksworth. And what’s more, Andrea recognised one of them. It was Edward Highfield, the chairman of Silverton Communications.
Laurie led Andrea into the room by the leash, then dropped it so it hung between her breasts, and left without a word.
‘She’s gorgeous,’ one of the men said.
‘Stunning.’
‘I don’t know how you do it, Charles,’ Highfield added. He gave no sign of recognising her, though they had often met to discuss various work-related matters in the past.
‘She’s not yet been trained, you say?’
‘She’s been here for four days,’ Hawksworth confirmed, ‘and her training has already begun, hasn’t it, Andrea?’
‘Yes, master,’ she said quietly, bowing her head.
‘And what does this training consist of?’ This came from the smallest of the men, a chubby man with a bald head and a small nose. He took a sip from the brandy glass on the table in front of him. There were cups of coffee too, and Andrea noticed that Julia was standing on the far side of the room, obviously waiting should anything else be required.
‘Andrea is required to perform a number of tasks. If she doesn’t perform them to my satisfaction she has to be punished. The punishment can take many forms.’
‘And she agrees to this?’ Highfield said, sounding astonished.
‘Naturally. So, shall we proceed? Or is anyone in a rush to leave?’
None of the men moved. Their eyes were riveted on Andrea.
‘Very well. You all understand the rules?’
The men nodded.
Hawksworth beckoned Julia to his side. Andrea saw she was carrying two velvet bags with drawstrings. She handed one to Hawksworth, then moved around the table with the other, pausing while each man dipped his hand inside and drew out a numbered black ball.
‘I’m feeling lucky today,’ the bald man said, extracting the number three.
‘We’re all feeling lucky, Andy,’ Highfield said, taking out the number five.
The other men drew numbers too. Julia returned to Hawksworth’s side and deposited the empty bag on the table in front of him.
‘And now I think it’s only fair to let Andrea choose her partner.’
It was fairly obvious to Andrea what was going on, but this confirmed it; the men were drawing lots for her. She was to be given to them like an object, a prize in a raffle, and was not expected to express her preferences. But however horrified she was at the idea, she realised it was just another test of her obedience. Two of the men were pretty unattractive and she would never go to bed with them in normal circumstances, but these were not normal circumstances. She had gifted her ability to choose, like everything else, to Hawksworth, and the idea that he would stretch her obedience to such limits excited her. She thanked God that it did.
Hawksworth handed Julia the second bag. She tottered over to Andrea on her high-heels and opened the drawstring, slipping the bag over Andrea’s right hand, where it was strapped to her side.
‘Pick a ball, my dear,’ Hawksworth instructed.
Andrea grasped one. Julia pulled the bag away then took the ball from her fingers, and delivered it back to the master.
‘Number five,’ he declared.
Edward Highfield grinned. He accepted the congratulations of the others, who reached across the table to shake his hand and told him he was a lucky man. He was large and tall, but he was slimmer than any of the others, and perhaps the most attractive of the bunch with a craggy, open face, and large green eyes. His hair was wiry and beginning to turn grey at the temples.
‘Well you better claim your prize, old man.’
‘I knew there was a good reason I sold to you,’ Highfield said.
Andrea remembered how the man had always said he would never sell his company. Had the opportunities the manor offered been the reason he’d changed his mind?
Highfield got to his feet. He picked up the leash and led Andrea to the door. ‘I hope you all have a very pleasant afternoon,’ he said, grinning broadly.
He closed the door behind him and led her down the corridor. He appeared to know his way around. She remembered where they were. It was the part of the house where Hawksworth had taken her last Saturday, though it now seemed more like a lifetime ago. He opened the door to the small room where Andrea had been so helplessly bound.
‘Well that’s more comfortable,’ he said, closing the door after them and bolting it. ‘I must say I didn’t expect you to be here, Andrea. Quite a surprise. It’s all right; you can cut all the “speak until you’re spoken to” crap with me.’
Andrea was astonished. Highfield certainly hadn’t given the slightest clue that he’d recognised her.
He laughed. ‘This is your idea of sorting out Hawksworth’s computers, is it?’
‘Is this the reason you sold?’ she asked.
‘Of course. That was part of the deal. You know what my wife’s like, Andrea. Her idea of sex is three minutes in the missionary position. If I take longer than that she complains and tells me to go and finish myself off in the bathroom.’ Highfield grinned broadly. ‘I suppose, as you still work for me, this could be considered sexual harassment.’ He took hold of the diagonal zip across Andrea’s right breast and pulled it down. Her breast sprung free, her nipple already hard. ‘Now look at that. I always fancied you, Andrea.’ He undid the other zip, then took hold of both her nipples and pulled them so more of her breasts were exposed. Then he caressed them both. ‘Isn’t this fun? I can’t imagine anyone else I’d rather have as my slave. That’s what you are, isn’t it? My slave?’
‘Yes.’
He laughed. ‘I’m really going to enjoy this.’
He moved behind her and stroked her buttocks, the leather that covered them stretched tight.
‘The question is; what are we going to do with you? I’ve been quite lucky at these little raffles. I had a nice little piece in here a couple of weeks ago. She was really into pain. Let’s see now.’
He walked to the rack of whips and picked up a riding crop. He came back and flicked the leather loop at the end against Andrea’s nipples. She felt a stab of pain. Instinctively she bent forward, trying to protect herself.
‘Stand upright,’ he snapped.
She did as she was told.
He raised the whip, then brought it down forcefully against her right breast. She cried out, but the pain was short-lived. She felt all the familiar pulses of pleasure setting her nerves alight.
Thwack! The whip landed on her left breast, cutting right across her nipple. Again the pain transmuted into intense pleasure. She looked down, her breasts squeezed out obscenely through the tight leather, the metal zips digging into her flesh, two red stripes already beginning to appear.
‘Look at me,’ Highfield ordered.
She looked up, watching him raise the whip again. He cut it down across her right breast. Her flesh quivered. She felt a huge surge in the depths of her cunt.
Thwack! The next blow fell on her left breast, each being given equal treatment.
‘Now bend over,’ he said. The smile was gone from his face, replaced by a lust that made his eyes look slightly glazed and his mouth loose.
Andrea bent over. There was a table there, and he told her to rest her forearms on it. She felt a hand groping the leather over her buttocks again.
‘What’s this?’ he asked. His hand found another zip, which ran between her buttocks, down between her legs and up to her navel. He found the tongue of the zip and pulled it all the way open. The leather parted, revealing Andrea’s sex.
‘I always wondered what your pussy would look like,’ he leered. ‘And now I know.’ She felt his fingers prodding into her labia. One, then two fingers thrust rather awkwardly into her vagina. ‘I see the whip makes you randy too,’ he said, her wetness betraying her feelings.
He stood back. She heard a rustle of clothing. He took off his shirt and jacket and hung them on the back of the door, then pulled off his shoes and socks. Quickly he removed his trousers and pants.
‘Too good an opportunity to miss,’ he muttered, almost to himself.
He took her by the hips and pulled her back against him. She felt his hot cock slide between her shamefully wet sex lips.
‘Christ, I wonder if I can get some of the other girls to volunteer for this place,’ her chuckled. ‘What about that friend of yours. Pam, is it? I’d love to get her in here as well. Perhaps I could have the two of you together.’
He thrust forward. Andrea felt his cock plough deep into her vagina. She was very wet, the bondage and the whip having the usual consequences. This was a new low in humiliation, but it was precisely that, she realised, which made it so exciting. Her total submission, her obedience, was being tested to the limit. She knew why Hawksworth had selected her, instead of Julia or one of the other girls, to be the ‘prize’. She even wondered if the draw had been rigged so she was sure to end up with Highfield. It was all a test. If she wanted to be a slave, to truly serve her master, the more extreme the test the more she could prove herself to him. The psychology might be twisted, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t absolutely appropriate.
But it wasn’t only that. Highfield’s cock was rigid and large, and almost despite herself Andrea found the penetration welcome. Her cunt had been neglected since she’d been at the house. After last night, after the softness and subtlety of a woman’s mouth, the hard, unsubtle shunting of Highfield’s cock was exactly what she needed.
‘Christ, I wish I could have done this to you over my desk in the office,’ he said between gritted teeth. ‘Why didn’t you tell me you’re into all this, you little bitch? I would’ve tied you up and fucked you every fucking day.’
Suddenly he stopped. He pulled out of her. ‘Kneel,’ he said. He spun her round and forced her to her knees, his large cock bobbing in front of her face. He clamped her head in his hands and fed it deep into her mouth. She tasted her own juices.
‘Come on, suck it,’ he said crudely.
She did exactly that. She sucked hard and Highfield moaned. She pulled back then pushed forward again so the cock would saw in and out of her mouth, but with her hands still strapped to her sides it was difficult to maintain her balance.
‘Faster,’ he demanded, pushing and pulling her head back and forth until she achieved the rhythm he required. She felt his erection beginning to pulse. As he forced her head forward and his cock was driven right down to the back of her throat she used her tongue to lick the ridge at the base of his glans.
‘You little bitch, you’re good at this.’
She sucked hard again as he pulled her back, then ran her tongue over the top of his glans. His cock jerked violently and he stuffed it back into her mouth, just as his spunk began sputtering from the tip, gobs of thick liquid pearling down her throat. He clamped her head still, his fingers suddenly as hard as steel, and made a little mewing noise as he shuddered and filled her mouth again.
Andrea swallowed earnestly. His spunk tasted salty.
‘Your turn,’ he said, grinning wearily as he pulled away from her.
‘What do you mean?’ she asked.
‘You’ll see.’
He went to the corner of the room. What Andrea had thought to be part of the wall was in fact a flush-fitting cupboard door which was also covered in black carpet. Highfield pulled it open, then dragged a strange looking frame into the middle of the room. It consisted of what looked like a barstool, but instead of a flat surface the sturdy legs supported a leather saddle, complete with stirrups. It had an American style pommel in the centre at the front.
‘Climb up here,’ Highfield ordered, slapping the saddle a few times.
‘What are you going to do to me?’ After four days of training herself not to response spontaneously it felt strange to be able to talk freely again.
Highfield grinned. ‘You’ll see. Or rather, you won’t. Sit on the saddle.’
With her arms bound it proved difficult to climb onto the stool. Highfield had to help her put one foot in a stirrup, then lift her leg over the saddle as though mounting a horse. As she did she noticed there was a series of holes in the centre of the leather.
The stirrups could be adjusted, and Highfield pulled them higher so Andrea’s legs were bent up and her heels were tucked under her buttocks. Straps were provided to make sure the occupant remained in this position, and Highfield buckled them tightly around her ankles.
‘That’s better,’ he said, standing back to admire his handiwork.
He went to the cupboard on the other wall. Andrea heard the door open. When he came back he was carrying a long black strip of black silk. Without a word he placed it over her eyes then bound it tightly around her head.
‘Lovely hair,’ he said. She felt his hand stroking it.
The blindfold intensified her excitement. Deprived of one sense all the others overcompensated. She was able to feel all the little trills of arousal that were coursing through her body.
She heard Highfield moving again. The cupboard door creaked. Then she thought he was kneeling in front of the stool. She felt his hand touch her leg, then something was pushing up through one of the holes in the saddle. It butted against the top of her labia, pushed, and then retreated again. A second later it re-emerged through another of the holes, this one immediately under the opening of her vagina.
‘That’s the one,’ Highfield said.
The object thrust and Andrea gasped. It was a phallus, hard and cold and large. It filled her completely.
‘Like that, do you?’
Andrea had to admit to herself that she did. Her sex reacted violently, contracting around the dildo. It was so large it stretched her labia apart and exposed her clitoris, which began throbbing with pleasure. This was after all what she loved. She was bound and helpless. A slave, an object to be used in whatever way her master saw fit. Giving her to Highfield was part of his largesse.
In the darkness she could see herself mounted on the horse, in tight black leather, her arms tied to her sides, the black silk banding her eyes, her legs tucked up under her. The image excited her intensely. She found herself pushing down on the phallus, grinding her hips from side to side so her clitoris rubbed against the pommel of the saddle.
‘We’ll warm you up a bit.’
She knew what that meant. Another surge of excitement swept over her. He was going to whip her. She could hear him crossing the room again. She held her breath.
Thwack! A leather whip landed hard against her leather-covered arse. She bucked up on the saddle as much as the bonds on her ankles would allow, pulling up off the phallus then sinking back down again. God, that felt good.
Thwack! She rose again. It was like riding a horse. The pain from the whip transmuted to pleasure. She dropped down onto the dildo again, using her weight to force it deep. It wasn’t going to take long to come like this.
‘I have to have permission,’ she told him urgently.
‘I told you this is your turn. I want to see you come.’
That was all she needed. As he cut two more blows down on her buttocks the stinging pain routed straight to her sex, and she rode the hard dildo buried so deep inside her, the wonderful feelings she was experiencing combined. Like a wave roaring onto a beach her orgasm gathered all its strength, mounting higher and higher before finally crashing down on the shore, making her moan as she squirmed down on the saddle, spreading her legs apart as far as she could to get the dildo deeper, and crushed her clitoris against the leather, a stream of juices running down over the phallus and the saddle.
Andrea had been taken to the bathrooms to shower. Her hair was pinned up in a tight chignon and her make-up retouched, then she was given something to eat.
Ten minutes later Laurie arrived. As usual she placed clothes on the bed. ‘Put those on, quickly,’ she ordered, then closed and locked the door again.
Andrea wasn’t sure what time it was, but she had the feeling it was early. That was heartening, she thought. Before the master had called for her in the middle of the night, if he wanted her now it was possible he wanted to spend more time with her.
Highfield had left her tied on the saddle in the punishment room, with the blindfold still covering her eyes and the dildo firmly in place. Laurie had removed it and unstrapped her, and she’d then returned to what she thought of as her cell in the stable block.
She had plenty of time to think about what had happened. That afternoon had been one of the most humiliating experiences of her life. Before she could pretend that her extraordinary responses were caused by Hawksworth and the almost hypnotic effect he had on her, but that afternoon he’d not been there. She had been used. Totally used. And yet she still responded with a degree of intensity that astonished her. It appeared that as long as she was bound and helpless, and was required to be completely submissive, her body responded with unquestioning arousal. She had no idea why. There was something deep in her psyche that yearned for such treatment. And she was only grateful that Charles Darrington Hawksworth was there to provide it in spades.
She picked up the clothes Laurie had left. There was a red strapless tube dress, a white strapless bra, a pair of flesh-coloured but shiny hold-up stockings, and a pair of red shoes with gold heels and a little gold motif on the toe. Again, there were no panties.
Andrea slipped on the clothes. The dress was tight, clinging to the curves of her body, the material smooth and glossy, its bodice displaying a great deal of cleavage. The skirt was just long enough to conceal the tops of the stockings.
The door opened again.
‘Good,’ Laurie said approvingly, then the brunette came right up to Andrea, their faces only inches apart. ‘Kiss me,’ she said.
Andrea was puzzled. Laurie had never made any attempt to use her without Hawksworth being present. But she didn’t think she had any choice. She lent forward and pressed her lips against Laurie’s. Immediately the brunette wrapped her arms around her and plunge her tongue between her lips. Andrea was sure she could feel the little gold rings that pierced her nipples, hard and cold as they pressed into her own breasts.
‘One day,’ Laurie said as she pulled away. Andrea could see the lust in her eyes. Her own body was tingling; the memories of what Laurie had done to her instantly revived.
The brunette used a finger to remove a smudge of lipstick that had smeared onto Andrea’s chin. ‘Hands behind your back and turn around.’
Andrea obeyed. The cold metal of handcuffs clicked around her wrists.
‘Follow me.’
They walked into the main house. As on her first night they went to the sitting room then through to the smaller dining room. Charles Hawksworth was sitting at the table on his own. A maid stood by the kitchen door.
‘Good evening, my dear.’
Andrea wasn’t sure whether she should respond, so she remained quiet.
‘You look stunning. You may leave us, Laurie, thank you.’
Laurie smiled and left the room.
‘Please sit down.’ Hawksworth was wearing a pair of slacks and a white shirt. He indicated the chair next to him, but made no effort to pull it out from under the table. Awkwardly Andrea managed to reach around and grip the back of the chair and drag it out. She sat down.
The master lent forward. Those deep-blue eyes burned into her.
‘Highfield was very pleased with you. He said you were most responsive. He was surprised he’d never realised your... potential.’
Andrea squirmed slightly. She could still feel the shadow of the dildo deep in her sex.
‘I was right about you, wasn’t I? You are a natural, aren’t you?’
‘Yes, master,’ she said with sincerity.
He gestured to the maid at the door. Andrea had seen her on her first night in the house. She was tall with red hair. ‘Another brandy, Philippa.’
The maid disappeared into the kitchen. Hawksworth lent forward. His hand cupped Andrea’s left breast. She felt her whole body tingle. It was the most tender gesture he had ever made to her.
‘I’m going to take you into the punishment room, Andrea. I have something special in mind.’
‘Yes, master.’ Andrea felt her heart leap. The idea of being alone with Hawksworth was thrilling, no matter where he was taking her. She could see real desire in his eyes.
Hawksworth got to his feet as Philippa reappeared with the brandy. ‘Come with us,’ he said, pulling Andrea to her feet.
Andrea felt instant disappointment. It looked as if they were not going to be alone after all. Did he plan to use Philippa as he’d used Julia on her first night?
They walked through the big house. Hawksworth opened the door of the punishment room and ushered both women in ahead of him.
The room had clearly been prepared for his visit. The saddle stool had been put away and in its place suspended from two chains in the middle of the room was a long tubular metal bar. Six thick leather straps were bolted to the metal.
‘Stand against the bar, Andrea,’ Hawksworth said, closing the door.
‘Yes, master.’ Andrea did as she was told. The bar was at shoulder height and she felt the cold metal against her bare shoulder-blades. Hawksworth took the large brandy balloon from Philippa and swigged the amber liquid. Then he took a key from his pocket and gave it to Philippa, who walked over to Andrea and used it to unclip the handcuffs.
‘Extend your arms along the bar.’
She stretched her arms out so they were at right-angles to her body.
‘You know what to do,’ he said.
Philippa nodded. She moved behind Andrea and began wrapping the leather straps around her arms. She started on the left, buckling the first strap around her wrist, the second just above the elbow and the third at the top of the arm. As she repeated the process on the right Andrea felt a new surge of excitement.
‘Spread your legs apart,’ Hawksworth ordered.
Andrea tried to do as she was told, but the skirt was too tight and she could barely get them more than a foot apart.
Hawksworth saw the problem. He stood in front of her, took hold of the hem and wriggled it up over her thighs until it was banded across her hips.
Andrea felt Philippa’s hand gripping her left ankle. She pulled it to a metal ring set in the floor and used a length of white nylon rope to bind it. There was another ring on the right, and she bound Andrea’s other ankle to it, securing her legs wide apart.
‘That’s better. Bondage excites you, doesn’t it?’ He touched the side of his glass against her erect nipple, which poked out under the red dress.
‘Yes, master.’
‘And whipping?’
‘No, master,’ Andrea said quickly. She didn’t know if that was true. Being spanked or whipped brought her pain, but it was always accompanied by indescribable pleasure too. Could she have one without the other?
He smiled indulgently. ‘No? That surprises me. Shall we put it to the test?’
‘Anything, master.’ That was definitely true. She didn’t care what he did to her as long as he was with her, his full attention riveted on her. It was that which she craved.
He went to the rack of whips and selected one. It had a long braided handled with six or seven long thin lashes, each one knotted at the end.
‘Hold this for me,’ he said, pressing the handle up against Andrea’s mouth. She took it between her teeth. ‘Don’t drop it,’ he said. He went to the door and walked out of the room.
The handle of the whip was thick and it was difficult to get a good grip. She bit hard.
Philippa was standing beside her. ‘Looks like you’re his favourite.’ Andrea felt the girl’s hands snaking around her body, her fingers digging into her breasts. She pinched both her nipples simultaneously and ground her body into Andrea’s back. It felt firm and muscular. ‘Have you had the nipple clips yet?’ She twisted Andrea’s nipples and she cried out, nearly losing hold of the whip.
One of the girl’s hands stroked down her side, over her buttocks and down between her legs. There was nothing Andrea could do to stop it worming its way over her sex. Her fingers pinched Andrea’s labia and again she almost lost the whip as she gasped in surprise. Philippa thrust two fingers right up into her vagina, and Andrea’s whole body shuddered. Her sex was wet, very wet, and responded to the sudden intrusion with a sharp pulse of pleasure.
‘I hope he lets me whip you,’ Philippa murmured. ‘I like doing that.’
The door started to open. Immediately Philippa pulled away, stepping back from Andrea, her fingers slipping out of her sex.
Hawksworth stepped into the room. He was wearing the same scarlet velvet robe he’d worn last Saturday night.
He looked at Philippa. ‘What have you been doing?’
The muscles of Andrea’s jaw were beginning to lock. If he didn’t pull the whip from her mouth soon she’d drop it. Sweat broke out on her forehead as she tried desperately to suck the handle back into her mouth. She tried to hold it with her lips, but it was difficult. She desperately didn’t want to fail at the one task he’d given her to do.
‘Well?’
‘Nothing, master.’
‘Did she touch you?’ He looked at Andrea.
Andrea dared not move. If she nodded the whip would definitely fall out of her mouth. He appeared to take this as a no. To her enormous relief he plucked the whip from her mouth. Her saliva had darkened the braided leather.
‘You may go, Philippa,’ he said.
‘Thank you, master,’ Philippa replied, walking briskly out of the room, closing the door behind her.
‘Now where were we?’
Hawksworth looked into her eyes. He raised a hand and cupped her breast, just as he had done in the dining room. Andrea felt a wave of emotion. She’d been totally entranced from the moment she set eyes on him. He affected her more deeply than any man ever had, and now, for the very first time, they were alone together.
‘Master,’ she said breathily, needing to say the word and hoping he would not object to her speaking out of turn.
‘So needy,’ he said.
He raised his hand to the plunge of the tight tube dress and pulled it, and the strapless bra, down over her breasts. He stared at them, the flesh quivering, the nipples as tight as knots. Three or four red stripes were visible crisscrossing the soft flesh.
‘He whipped them, didn’t he?’
‘Yes, master.’
Hawksworth flicked the tip of the whip against her left nipple, then ran it down over the bunched material of the dress. He trailed the lashes against her inner thigh, above the elasticated welt of the hold-ups.
‘It’s neat, isn’t it? I have a need to dominate, and you have a need to be dominated. A perfect match.’
He pushed the handle of the whip up between her legs. It nestled against her labia and she gasped as it crushed her swollen clitoris.
‘So sensitive. That is the emotion. Sex is not just a physical thing. It is dependent on emotional need. This is your emotional need, isn’t it Andrea?’
‘Oh yes, master.’ She tried to squirm her body so she’d be closer to him, sticking her breasts out, the metal bar swaying forward. Her clitoris was throbbing violently.
He walked around her. His hand caressed her buttocks with such tenderness she felt a whole new wave of emotion sweeping over her. He wanted her. He cared for her. That thought was totally intoxicating. For a second she even felt his finger run down between her labia.
‘Have you ever been buggered?’ he asked.
‘No, master.’ Her labia trembled as she felt his finger slide between them.
‘How interesting.’
He pulled his finger away. She heard the heavy velvet rustle as he raised his arm.
Swish! The whip cut down across her arse. Instead of one single line of searing pain the lashes created six or seven simultaneously, each one like countless needle pricks. Andrea gasped.
‘Thank you, master, please may I have another?’ he said, obviously meaning her to repeat it. It was what she’d heard Julia say.
‘Thank you, master, please may I have another?’ she intoned immediately.
‘You may.’
Thwack! The next strokes came in such quick succession she had no time to repeat the litany he’d taught her. There were four, each making her buttocks explode with pain. But she knew the pain wouldn’t last. In seconds her body twisted it into fiery pleasure, the fact that it was her master’s own hand applying the punishment making it that much more piquant.
‘Thank you, master, please may I have another?’ she managed, the moment the onslaught stopped.
Thwack! Three more strokes in quick succession. One cut higher, rendered mainly ineffective by the material bunched around her waist. The other two were much lower, striking her thighs, the lashes curling inward and nipping her vulnerable sex.
‘Thank you, master...’ she began, but before she could finish the whip was back. This time he seemed to be angling upward so that knotted leather lashed her sex directly. A new pain lanced through her body. She found herself struggling against the bonds, futilely trying to pull her legs together and free her hands. The chains that held the metal bar clanked noisily, the fact that she could not escape dramatically increasing her arousal.
‘No!’ she screamed as the second stroke lashed against her inner thighs.
‘Don’t say no unless you mean it. No, in this house, has very unpleasant consequences.’ He pressed his body into her back and whispered in her ear. ‘Shall I continue?’
‘Oh yes, yes master, please master.’ She knew what he meant, of course. If she refused to cooperate she would be sent away. She couldn’t bare the thought of that. Especially as her sex was now tingling with a new pleasure like nothing she had ever felt before.
‘Three more. Count them.’
Thwack! The whip coiled up between her legs, but this time the pain was muted, the multiple lashes that cut into the tender flesh only seeming to increase the strength of the pleasure coursing through it.
‘One,’ Andrea counted.
The second was the hardest yet, the lashes curling up to her anus. She felt her sphincter contract reflexively.
‘Two.’
The whip whistled as it lashed up between her legs again. One of the knots seemed to catch her right on the clit, causing a momentary explosion of pain that turned instantly to the hottest, most penetrating pleasure, her whole body feeling the impact.
‘Three,’ she managed to gasp. That stroke set her nerves on edge. She could feel the familiar sensations gathering in her body. She looked down at herself, her breasts thrusting out of the tube dress so lewdly, her legs bound and spread, and that only amplified her arousal. She was helpless, completely vulnerable. Why was that so exciting? It was the tightest bondage she had yet experienced and was adding fuel to the fire consuming her senses.
Desperately she tried to relax, but neither her mind nor her body would let her. Her mind was telling her that Hawksworth must really care for her to want to be alone with her and administer her punishment personally. Her body was alive with sensation, the tails of the whip having created numerous new areas of sensitivity, each throbbing as wildly as her clit.
Hawksworth had made it quite clear that she was not allowed to come without permission. Tonight the master had given her special treatment. If she repaid him with disobedience what would his response be? It might be days before she was allowed to see him again. He might even send her away. She tried to hang on to that thought as a way of cooling her ardour, but it was only partially successful.
Hawksworth dropped the whip to the floor. Andrea heard a rustle of the robe and suddenly felt his hands wrapping around her body. They cupped her breasts, squashing them and pulling her back to him. Her superheated bottom butted against his comparatively cool belly, his fully erect cock pressing into the cleft of her buttocks. He bucked his hips and she felt his phallus push inward. She could feel it sliding between her labia, their wetness making it instantly slippery. His cock was hot and she could feel it pulsing.
This development gave a new twist to her spiral of excitement. She was so close to orgasm now she knew if he pushed into her cunt she would come and there was nothing she would be able to do to stop him.
He turned his head so his mouth was against her ear, and twisted his tongue into the inner whorls, making her flesh pimple. At the same time she felt him buck his hips back again and his glans nestled against the puckered star of her anus.
He’s going to bugger me, she thought, and almost before she could react to the realisation she felt him pressing forward. Her sphincter resisted, then gave way and an uncomfortable pain wracked her body. But it didn’t last long. In seconds it was replaced by an equally strong sensation of the most ecstatic pleasure. He had not penetrated far, but she felt her anus clenching around his glans as if trying to suck him in deeper. But there was no time.
Hawksworth threw his head back and came, his cock jerking violently in the tight confines of her rear passage, his spunk erupting into her. Andrea was able to feel every jet of it, its heat and wetness creating all sorts of new sensations in the place where no man had ever been before. She too started to orgasm the moment he ejaculated, each new spurt of semen creating a new torrent of delight. It seemed to go on forever, the fact that her body was bound so tightly somehow holding the orgasm in too, trapping it in her senses, like a thunderstorm trapped in a canyon, the thunder always coming around again.
It was only the feeling of his softening cock being squeezed out of her anus by an involuntary contraction that brought Andrea back to reality, and the consequences of what she had done.
‘I’m sorry, master, I’m so sorry,’ she muttered, knowing that even saying this was wrong.
‘Shhh...’ he hushed. He moved in front of her, wrapping the robe around his body. ‘It doesn’t matter.’ He stooped slightly and kissed her on the cheek so tenderly Andrea thought she was going to cry.
‘You’re very special, Andrea. A lot of the girls have rebelled at the raffle. You were perfect. It must have been hard for you, with Edward.’
‘Yes, master, it was a little.’
‘I have to go away for a few days. You must obey Laurie as you would obey me. You understand that, don’t you?’
‘Yes, master.’
‘When I come back it will be time to take you to the next stage. I think you’re ready now. Don’t do anything to change my mind.’
‘No, master.’ Andrea wanted to ask how long he would be away, but dare not. She did not want to spoil the mood that seemed to have been created between them. Instead she wanted to wallow in it.
Hawksworth walked to the door. He opened it, took one last look at Andrea, and then left her alone.
Laurie pulled Andrea forward on the chain leash attached to the steel collar. For Andrea it felt strange to be naked. On every other occasion she’d been taken from the stables she was dressed in some outré outfit, but this afternoon she was naked, apart from a pair of black high-heels that clicked on the stone flags.
Laurie, on the other hand, was fully dressed. She was wearing a smart black suit over a white blouse and grey nylons.
It had been three days since her night with Hawksworth. She heard the helicopter arrive the next day and imagined him being driven out to it by Laurie in the Range Rover. An hour later Laurie came to the stable block and explained to her that she would be given light household tasks for the next few days, until Hawksworth returned. She was given a pair of cotton overalls and set to work cleaning and helping in the kitchen, though not without some form of bondage. On the first day it was metal handcuffs securing her wrists together in front of her, but on the second a leather belt was strapped around her waist, threaded through a ring in the front of which was a metal cord and two leather cuffs. The cord meant that if Andrea extended one hand, the other was forced back to her waist. The device made even the simplest of chores difficult and more exhausting.
But Andrea was grateful for the distraction. The thought of spending days alone in her cell wondering how long it would be before Hawksworth’s return was not appealing.
But on the third day, after lunch, Laurie returned her to the stable block with no explanation. After being made to shower she was made-up and her long hair brushed over her shoulders. It occurred to her that Hawksworth might have returned, but when Laurie returned to collect her with no clothes for her to wear that hope began to wane; Hawksworth always asked for her dressed.
The brunette handcuffed her hands behind her back in padded leather cuffs, and clipped the chain leash to the collar without a word.
Any vestige of hope that she was being taken to see the master was quickly dashed as Laurie led her into the house. They mounted the stairs but walked past Hawksworth’s bedroom.
‘In here,’ Laurie said, opening a door. The room was clearly Laurie’s bedroom. There was a chest of drawers, a wardrobe, a dressing-table, a large double bed and two bedside cabinets. The décor was plain, with beige-coloured walls and a sandy carpet. The bed had square wooden posts at each corner that rose about three or four feet above the mattress. Two metal rings, similar to the ones in the punishment room, were set into each of the posts, just above the level of the mattress.
‘Go and stand by the foot of the bed,’ Laurie said, and Andrea obeyed. It was covered with a pretty patchwork quilt. The sun had been shining all day and the room was warm.
Laurie went to the large window and drew the curtains, plunging the room into semi-darkness.
‘Do you know why you’re here?’
‘No, Ms Angelis.’
‘You’re here to learn.’ Laurie smiled that cruel smile. ‘Mr Hawksworth wants you schooled in the art of lesbian love, and as I am the expert in that field...’ The sentence tailed off. Laurie took off her jacket and hung it in the wardrobe. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, hanging that up too. She unbuttoned her blouse as she walked over to the bed. ‘You were very responsive last time,’ she ran fingers down Andrea’s spine, ‘weren’t you?’
‘Yes, Ms Angelis,’ she replied hesitantly. Andrea wasn’t sure whether she felt excitement or apprehension at the idea. She had convinced herself that her reason for being so aroused by Laurie last night was because that’s what Hawksworth wanted. But alone, without him in the room, it might be a different matter.
Laurie stripped off her blouse. She was wearing a translucent black bra that hugged her breasts into a deep cleavage, the flesh swelling from the low-cut cups, and matching panties. Her grey nylons were pinched by a suspender belt in the same material.
The brunette sat at her dressing-table and began brushing her long hair. She took a small bottle of perfume with an atomiser and sprayed her breasts and the tops of her thighs. The scent was heady, a lovely mixture of musk and flowers.
‘Let’s get started, shall we?’ She returned to Andrea and unclipped the chain from the collar, then laid it on one of the bedside cabinets. She opened the top drawer of the cabinet and drew out two dildoes, both made from flesh-coloured plastic, one short and stubbly, the other long and slightly curved.
‘This is going to be fun,’ she purred, her eyes sparkling. ‘You understand that you must obey me, don’t you, Andrea? As if I was Mr Hawksworth.’
‘Yes, Ms Angelis.’
‘Good. Now open your mouth.’ Laurie picked up the smaller of the dildoes. ‘Wider,’ she said, as she pushed the dildo into Andrea’s mouth, forcing her lips to form a tight seal around it. ‘Hold that for me.’
Laurie went back to the cabinet. She opened the bottom drawer and extracted a snake’s nest of belts, straps and leather harnesses, placing them on the bed. Then she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, her breasts spilling free. Her nipples, pierced by the gold rings, stood out prominently.
She produced a thin gold chain with a little snap-lock at each end, which she opened and clipped to her nipple rings. ‘Some masters insist all their slaves are pierced,’ she said. ‘But Mr Hawksworth is not one of them.’
The chain looped between her breasts. She plucked the middle of it with finger and thumb and pulled it up until her breasts were lifted too. Andrea saw a flash of discomfort in her eyes, soon replaced by obvious pleasure. ‘Lovely,’ Laurie muttered, almost to herself.
She released the chain and stooped over the bed sorting through the leather harnesses and straps, then moving behind Andrea she unhooked the central link that held the two padded cuffs together.
‘Move closer to the bed.’ She backed Andrea up until her calves were touching the mattress. ‘Raise your left arm.’ She threaded a thin strap through the D-ring on the cuff, then stretched it over to the metal ring at the top of the bedpost. She threaded it through that too, then buckled the strap tight so that Andrea’s arm was stretched out tautly to the side. She then repeated the procedure with her right arm.
‘Mmm... very nice...’ Laurie ran her hand down Andrea’s back and across her buttocks. She stroked up the side of her body, then cupped her right breast. ‘I can see what Hawksworth likes in you.’
From the straps she picked a more complicated harness. It consisted of a thick belt, which she secured tightly around Andrea’s waist. Hanging from the sides of the belt were two narrow straps, which followed the line of Andrea’s pelvis then tapered into one. Laurie pulled these down between Andrea’s legs and up into the cleft of her buttocks, then buckled it to the belt at the back, making sure it was tight, the leather cutting deeply into Andrea’s sex.
Two more padded leather cuffs followed. She wrapped them around Andrea’s ankles then clipped them into metal rings positioned at the foot of the bedposts, spreading her legs wide apart.
Laurie hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her long legs. She swept the coil of harnesses and straps to the floor and lay on her back on the bed. She opened her legs and bent her knees, allowing Andrea a clear view of her hairless sex, the scarlet flesh glistening with her juices. Her hands ran up and down the soft inner surface of her thighs.
‘I think stockings are so sexy, don’t you?’ she said, her hands moving over the welts of the stockings, stretched into peaks by the taut suspenders. Her thighs were contoured by muscles, with hollows just below her sex. ‘I asked you a question,’ she snapped when Andrea didn’t reply.
‘Yes, Ms Angelis.’
Her fingernails were painted with a bright red varnish. She stroked her mons, then pushed her fingers down into her labia and parted them, allowing her middle finger free access to her clit. Andrea could see her tapping it aggressively. Laurie’s other hand slipped to her vagina, and two fingers sank inside, but apparently not satisfied with this, a third finger drifted to the puckered hole of her anus and invaded that too. She screwed her fingers inward until they were buried to the knuckle.
Her eyes closed. She stopped tapping her clit and rubbed it instead. ‘So good...’ she sighed. Her body trembled. She tossed her head to the right and moaned, pulling her fingers from her body as if it had all suddenly become too much to bear.
There was a knock on the door. Laurie sat up, the chain that looped between her nipples swaying, her firm breasts quivering.
‘Come in,’ Laurie called. ‘I asked her to join us,’ she said to Andrea, who twisted her head round to see Julia walking into the room. She was wearing a tight body made from sheer black nylon, her breasts and her pubic hair clearly visible. Her legs were bare but she wore black high-heels.
‘Just in time,’ Laurie said. She slid across the bed and opened the top drawer of the bedside cabinet. ‘Come over here.’
Julia crossed the room. She glanced at Andrea, her eyes flitting over her naked body.
‘Put this on her,’ Laurie said, taking another large flesh-coloured dildo from the drawer. One end was shaped to resemble a male phallus, with a glans and a distinct ridge separating it from the rest of the shaft, the other end was flared. Laurie also extracted a triangle of black leather, in the centre of which a hole had been cut. She handed both items to Julia.
Julia moved behind Andrea, fitting the flared dildo through the hole in the black leather. She then reached around Andrea’s body and pushed the dildo down into the straps that extended over her navel. There were three small studs on the straps which snapped into corresponding fasteners on the leather harness. Julia secured them one by one, so the black leather triangle and the dildo were held firmly in place.
Andrea looked down. She had sprouted a cock.
‘Now this,’ Laurie said. She was holding up a much smaller dildo, not much bigger than a little finger. Attached to it was a long flex, at the end of which was a rectangular box.
Julia took the device from Laurie. Quickly she unbuckled the belt of the harness that ran up between Andrea’s legs from the thicker belt at her waist. Getting to her knees she prodded the little dildo up into Andrea’s vagina and pushed it home. Immediately she pulled the strap up tightly between her legs and buckled it to the waist-belt again, more tightly than before. The flex hung down between Andrea’s legs, the rectangular box resting on the floor.
Laurie turned over on the bed and got up on all floors. ‘You know what to do now,’ she said.
This was obviously something they had done before. How many of Hawksworth’s slaves had been tied to the bed and used in this way? Was it all part of the training?
Andrea felt her sex pulse. The leather strap cut up into her labia so tightly now it was pressing directly against her clitoris. It didn’t take much imagination to guess what Laurie had in mind, and Andrea was aroused by the prospect. Strangely the dildo that sprouted obscenely from her groin seemed to be alive, as though it had become part of her.
Julia took a jar of cold-cream from the bedside cabinet and smoothed the greasy unguent all over Laurie’s sex, working up between her legs and over her anus.
Then she turned back to Andrea. Taking a scoop of the cream in her hand she rubbed it over the head of the dildo. Again she had the strange feeling that the dildo was producing little thrills that agitated her tummy.
‘Do you want her gagged?’ Julia asked.
‘Yes.’
Julia disappeared behind Andrea’s back, then a wedge of black rubber attached to a leather strap was pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth and allowed Julia to push the rubber in, securing it with the strap buckled snugly around her head. The rubber reached to the back of her throat, the girth stretching her lips into a circle.
Laurie crawled across the bed until her buttocks were inches away from the tip of the phallus. Andrea looked down at her, the suspender belt banding her narrow waist, the suspenders at her thighs so taut they cut into her flesh. Her buttocks were oval and fleshy, and between them her sex pouted eagerly.
Julia took the base of the dildo in her hand, and as Laurie pushed back, guided it into her vagina. Andrea watched it disappear, and it was almost as if she could feel the warmth and wetness that enveloped it.
‘Oh yes,’ Laurie gasped, squirming her buttocks from side to side. ‘You know what to do now.’
Julia stooped and fiddled with the little rectangular box. Immediately a strong vibration coursed through the little dildo, making Andrea’s sex clench strongly. The vibrations spread outward into the leather strap that held the dildo in place, making that vibrate too, and as it was pressing into her clitoris that too was teased and tormented.
Again Julia disappeared out of Andrea’s line of sight. Then she felt a hand creeping around her body and fingers sinking into her left breast, pinching the nipple viciously. Andrea moaned. She could feel Julia’s soft curves moulding against her back.
Then Julia moved away, and as Laurie pushed back, driving the dildo deep into her cunt, Andrea heard a familiar swish and twisted her head around in time to see the whip in Julia’s hand cutting down into her buttocks.
Thwack!
A stripe of pain exploded across her bottom. At the same time the blow had the effect of making her jerk her hips forward, further impaling the dildo in Laurie’s sex, making the kneeling woman gasp and jerk.
Thwack!
Another stripe of searing pain. Another reflexive forward thrust. Another gasp of pleasure.
But pain was not all Andrea was feeling. Each cut of the whip not only sank the dildo deeper into Laurie’s cunt, but ground Andrea’s clitoris against the harness. As usual the pain from the whip routed itself to her sex, mixing and amplifying the extraordinary pleasure the vibrations were creating.
Thwack! Thwack! Two blows in quick succession, one landing directly on top of the other, causing a huge wave of pain that made Andrea whimper into the gag. But by the time the next blow fell the intensity of it had become indistinguishable from the throbbing pleasure that invaded her core. She gazed down at Laurie. The brunette was rubbing her own clitoris whilst writhing back onto the dildo, the flesh of her buttocks quivering. She tossed her head back, opened her mouth and produced a gurgling, strangulated sound as her sex clenched around the dildo and she came, her body rigid.
Julia dropped the whip aside. She wrapped her arms around Andrea and rubbed her nylon-covered sex against her superheated buttocks. At the same time her hands pulled at her nipples and she kissed Andrea’s shoulder. Andrea was fighting all the other provocations that assailed her; the vibrations in her sex, the sight of Laurie coming as she fucked her, the burn of the whip, each producing that peculiar mixture of pain and pleasure, but it was the touch of Julia’s lips, the softness and tenderness of them, that she found totally irresistible. Pulling against her bonds she came, her body filled with delicious sensations. The vibrations from her sex seemed to have extended right down the phallus strapped to her belly, and she had the odd feeling that her orgasm was focussed at its tip, deep inside Laurie’s hot wet cunt.
The scarlet and purple marks the whip left on her buttocks had faded to pinkish stripes, and Andrea could sit down without discomfort.
Charles Darrington Hawksworth had been away at least a week. Andrea had counted the hours. She’d begun to wonder if he was ever coming back. He probably had houses all over the world and each was probably stocked with willing women dying, as she was, for his attention. Perhaps some new slave had taken his eye and Andrea’s star had waned. He’d told her she was special, but that didn’t mean she could not be replaced in his affections.
It was three days since Laurie took her to her room, and since then Andrea had hardly seen her either. She was given light household duties, shared with Julia and the other two girls who appeared to be in residence, but Laurie barely said a word to her.
In her better moods she hoped the neglect was deliberate, part of her training and therefore something Hawksworth had ordered. As long as he was behind it, as long as this was all part of his plan for her, it was easier to bear. He had already taught her that being deprived of her master was a punishment and that, therefore, being in his presence was a reward for good behaviour. She’d behaved well with Edward Highfield and got her reward, and she was sure that this absence was another lesson, a way of showing her that she was now totally and absolutely dependent on him. As he once said: a slave is not complete without a master, and the emptiness she’d felt in the last week was a clear demonstration to her that she was a slave, not only physically but mentally too. If she ever had any doubt that this was what she wanted, it had gone. Even without him, even in the middle of the night with her fears that he’d forgotten her, being bound to him like this, her whole life relying on his whim, she knew she had no regrets.
What she’d experienced at the manor had far exceeded her wildest dreams. Though she was aware that other women had similar fantasies, and yearned as much as she did to suffer complete domination, she imagined that most, like her, found it hard to turn their desires into reality. She had no idea that there were places where this had become institutionalised. Hawksworth had created a whole world where such needs had become the norm. And Andrea remembered the couple on her first night talking about the System, which implied that Hawksworth was not the only man who operated a similar establishment. In fact, they made it sound like a sort of club, though no doubt the membership was exclusive to those wealthy enough to be able to afford the large house and the necessary accoutrements to keep their operations strictly private.
Andrea had expected to spend the day much like all the others, after the woman in the black dress took her to the bathroom, and then for breakfast. But when she returned Laurie was waiting in her cell.
‘Good morning, Andrea,’ she said, smartly dressed in a red suit.
‘Good morning, Ms Angelis.’
‘Make her up would you, Betty? And put her hair up. She’s required. You’re to put these clothes on.’ She indicated the bed. There was a white suit, a cream silk blouse, and a set of white silk lingerie. ‘I’ll be back in thirty minutes.’
Andrea felt her heart begin to pound. Was it possible the master had returned during night?
Betty collected her make-up bag and proceeded to do Andrea’s face and hair. Though this had occurred several times Andrea was not used to the experience; it was a symbol of how much she’d given up to her master, and as such it never failed to excite her.
The woman piled Andrea’s hair up and pinned it there, leaving her neck bare, then left without a word. Andrea examined the clothes. There was a white bra with lacy three-quarter cups and a plunging front, a suspender belt, a white teddy with a delicate lace bodice and silky white stockings with a lacy welt.
Quickly Andrea clipped the bra on, settling her breasts into the cups. It pushed them up and together into an attractive cleavage. She wrapped the suspender belt around her waist and then sat on the bed to pull on the sleek stockings, adjusting the suspenders to hold them tight. Rising, she pulled the teddy over her shoulders. The gusset was undone and she fastened the three poppers that closed it. It was, she realised, the first time she’d worn any sort of panties since she’d arrived at the manor.
The blouse was cut low at the front, allowing a good view of Andrea’s enticing cleavage. The A-line skirt of the suit was just long enough to hide the stocking tops. It clung to her buttocks and thighs. Andrea slipped on the jacket. It was a perfect fit.
The door opened. Laurie entered carrying a pair of white high-heels. She placed them at Andrea’s feet. ‘Put them on. And these.’ She laid a pair of white leather gloves on the bed.
Once Andrea had obeyed they walked out of the stables and into the house. But instead of going into one of the rooms Laurie led the way straight to the front door, which was already open. Andrea could see the black Mercedes parked on the gravel drive outside, the chauffeur standing by the open passenger door.
‘In,’ Laurie said.
Andrea climbed into the car and settled on the back seat. She wasn’t sure whether she should be excited or disappointed. She tried to work out what this development meant. Was she being taken to see Hawksworth? Or had he ordered something else for her? She would love to ask Laurie, but dare not.
Laurie climbed into the car beside her. It smelled strongly of leather. It was sunny and the interior was warm. Andrea couldn’t help remembering what had happened last time she’d been in this car.
The driver got behind the wheel and the car pulled smoothly off down the drive.
Laurie took a small bottle of perfume from her handbag and dabbed the stopper behind Andrea’s ears. She dipped it into the bottle again, then applied it to Andrea’s cleavage. The smell was musky and rich. She put the bottle back and extracted a pair of cuffs. ‘Hands behind your back,’ she ordered.
Andrea twisted around awkwardly on the seat, presenting her back to Laurie with her wrists together behind her. Laurie snapped the handcuffs in place.
‘That’s better. Stay there.’
Andrea could not see what she was doing, but felt a narrow strap being wound around the top of her elbows, cinching them together. Satisfied they were tightly bound Laurie pushed her back on the seat.
Sitting back was uncomfortable; with her arms held tightly behind her leaning on them increased the discomfort, making it difficult to keep her balance every time the car took a corner, and as they turned sharply to take the main road she was thrown into Laurie’s lap.
Laurie giggled. ‘Well, since you insist,’ she mused, ‘you’d better get on your knees.’ She guided Andrea to the floor of the car, then tugged up her tight black skirt. Raising one leg she draped it over Andrea’s shoulder, then lounged back on the seat. She was wearing sheer black open crotch tights and black panties. With one hand she eased the gusset of the panties to one side. ‘Make it good,’ she said with menace.
Andrea wriggled forward, dipping her face between Laurie’s thighs. As little as two weeks before the idea of doing this to a woman would have turned her off, but now she felt nothing but excitement. Laurie’s hand wrapped around the back of her head and pulled her closer. Andrea kissed her sex lips, then sent her tongue in search of the brunette’s clitoris, between her velvety labia. She heard Laurie gasp. She could taste her sweet juices.
Andrea wondered if the driver was watching in his rear-view mirror as he had the day he’d driven her to the manor.
Laurie slid forward again, angling her sex to meet Andrea’s mouth. Andrea could feel the wet flesh of her vagina. She moved her lips lower and thrust her tongue into the succulent channel, trying to burrow as deep as she possibly could, then circling the outer rim, lapping the increasingly copious juices.
‘Back on my clit,’ Laurie ordered.
Andrea moved back to the top of her labia as she felt Laurie lift her buttocks. Then she saw Laurie’s varnished fingernails appear underneath her thighs. They moved to her vagina and plunged inward, two at first, and then three. As Andrea concentrated on her clitoris with a regular rhythm, the brunette adopted the same tempo to slide her fingers in and out of her cunt. They made a distinct squelching noise.
‘Oh, yes,’ Laurie gasped.
Her thighs became rigid, squeezing tightly around Andrea’s face, the muscles taut. She arched up off the seat, then gave a long, breathless groan. For a moment they were both posed there, locked in a spasm of passion.
As her orgasm faded Laurie moved her foot and pushed Andrea away with it. With no arms to help her balance she sprawled back on the floor of the car.
Laurie took a handkerchief from her handbag, wiped her sex with it then leant forward and dried Andrea’s mouth and chin.
‘You can spend the rest of the trip down there,’ she said, smoothing her skirt down over her thighs.
It was another twenty minutes before the car slowed and Andrea heard the crunch of another gravel drive under the tyres.
Laurie lent forward and helped Andrea back onto the seat, quickly taking a lipstick from her bag and applying it to her mouth. Andrea could see they were driving up to an impressive Georgian country house. There was a large car-park to one side and a big pink sign that declared the place to be The Grange Restaurant.
The car came to a halt outside the front entrance and a doorman in a smart black uniform edged with gold braid immediately opened the passenger door.
He stared into the interior, his mouth dropping open as he registered the details, the fact that Andrea was so tightly bound clearly visible.
‘Give us a minute, would you?’ Laurie said, calmly smiling.
‘Certainly, madam,’ the man said, closing the door again.
Laurie unbuckled the strap around Andrea’s elbows, then unlocked the handcuffs. Andrea whimpered as she moved her arms and blood flowed freely again.
Laurie lent forward and opened the door, and the chastened doorman stood to attention but made no attempt to do or say anything as the two women climbed out of the car.
There were four stone steps up to the glass-panelled entrance. The man hurried up them and opened the door for them, saluting as they went inside. Andrea could see him staring at her, no doubt wondering what possessed her to allow herself to be treated in that way. His eyes followed her all the way down the long corridor that led to the restaurant.
‘Good afternoon, ladies,’ a frock-coated maitre d’ said, standing by a lectern with a fat reservations book.
‘Mr Hawksworth,’ Laurie said.
Andrea’s pulse leapt as she heard his name. She was being taken to him after all.
‘Of course. This way please.’ The maitre d’ turned and led the way across the large and elegant restaurant. The tables were covered with pink tablecloths, and laid with sparkling silver and crystal glasses, each provided with a small vase of roses. On the plain cream walls large oil paintings depicted scenes from country life, or stern portraits of stiff lords and ladies in their finery. There was a huge fireplace where, no doubt due to the good spring weather, burning logs had been replaced by a bowl of dried flowers.
As they walked Andrea caught sight of herself in a large gilt mirror. She hardly recognised herself. Betty had put heavy mascara on her eyelashes and a much heavier eye-shadow than she normally used. The colours were different, too; a pink tinge to everything, rather than the subtle blues she preferred. And her hair was different; much tighter than when she pinned it up.
Andrea spotted Hawksworth at a corner table, between two windows with a view out to the carefully manicured garden and the parkland beyond. He got to his feet as they approached.
‘My dear, how nice to see you.’ He took Andrea’s hand and kissed the white leather glove. ‘Thank you, Laurie, that will be all.’ Laurie nodded and walked away. ‘Please, sit down. What can I get you to drink?’
The maitre d’ summoned a passing waiter to draw a chair out from the table, and Andrea sat down. The maitre d’ hovered. Andrea was so surprised at all this she wasn’t sure what she should say.
‘A glass of champagne, perhaps,’ Hawksworth suggested.
‘Yes, thank you, mast...’ she was just about to say master, but stopped herself. Surely he wouldn’t want her to use that form of address in a public place?
‘Champagne for my guest, please Ernesto.’
‘Certainly, sir.’ The maitre d’ left them alone.
‘You are looking quite beautiful, my dear,’ Hawksworth said.
‘Thank you...’ she looked around; there was no one in earshot, ‘...master.’
He chuckled. ‘How discreet. But you can drop the formalities here,’ he said.
‘Thank you, mast...’ It had become a reflex and she found it hard to get out of the habit.
‘In fact I would prefer it if we spoke normally. Do you understand?’
‘I think so.’
‘Good.’
A waiter brought a glass of champagne on a silver tray and set it down in front of her.
‘Laurie is a beautiful woman, isn’t she?’ He raised his glass of malt whisky and touched it against her champagne. ‘What did she do with you?’
Andrea hesitated.
‘It’s all right. She had my permission to do whatever she thought fit. Laurie was a slave once. I told you that didn’t I? She thought that was what she wanted. She knew she was missing something sexually and she didn’t know what it was. She thought being a slave would be the answer for her. Interestingly enough, it was quite the opposite of what she needed. Of course she hadn’t discovered she was more attracted to women than men, either. When she did she was very grateful. Now she can be quite uncompromising, which is ideal in most circumstances.’
Another waiter arrived with two large menus bound in thick leather. He opened one and handed it to Andrea.
‘So what did she do with you?’ Hawksworth repeated.
The waiter moved away, but not far, and Andrea was sure he could still hear their conversation. She lowered her voice. ‘She took me to her room... and made me...’
‘Go on,’ Hawksworth encouraged. ‘I’m interested in the details, Andrea. Were you naked?’
She thought it was the first time he’d used her name. It sounded wonderful on his lips.
‘Yes. She has a bed with tall posts.’
‘I know.’
‘She tied me to it.’
‘With your arms and legs spread apart?’ The tone of Hawksworth’s voice increased a semitone. She noticed he had a hand in his lap under the table, and was rubbing the front of his trousers.
‘Yes.’
‘Then what?’
The waiter seemed to edge closer, his head looking away but his ear turned towards them.
Andrea looked at him, trying to indicate to Hawksworth that he was there. But her master took no notice. He sipped his drink and stared at her intently.
‘She had a dildo. It had a harness. She strapped it on me.’
‘Sounds interesting. I wish I’d been there. Go on. Was she naked too?’ Clearly all the details were exciting Hawksworth. His eyes were sparkling and he sounded almost breathless.
‘Yes. Well, she had a suspender belt and stockings.’
‘And?’
‘She knelt on the bed, and Julia was there too.’
‘Good. Good.’
‘She wanted Julia to whip me. She got hold of the dildo and put it in her...’
‘Pussy?’ he suggested. The word sounded strange in his cultured tones.
‘Yes. Then Julia began to whip me.’
Suddenly Hawksworth lent back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling, his eyes glazed, as if he were turning the scene through in his mind.
‘And you came?’
‘Yes, master.’ The word slipped out, but he appeared not to notice. She realised that might not be a wise confession. Laurie hadn’t given her permission.
‘Mmm...’ His eyes closed and his body shuddered.
After a moment he sat forward again. ‘Let’s order,’ he said, raising his hand. The maitre d’ appeared instantly.
Hawksworth ordered smoked salmon and grilled Dover sole for them both, then summoned the wine waiter to bring a bottle of Chablis.
He leant forward and put his hand on her knee. His touch made her quiver.
‘Open your legs,’ he said, exactly as a waiter arrived to offer them bread.
Andrea obeyed, declining the waiter’s offer. She saw him give her a strange look and glance at Hawksworth’s hand under the table. It was only partially covered by the pink tablecloth.
Hawksworth inched his way up her leg. The skirt was too tight to allow her to do more than spread her legs a little apart, but he worked his way up to the top of her stocking.
‘So deliciously smooth,’ he said, the tips of his fingers caressing the top of her thigh.
A bevy of waiter’s came with the first course, putting the salmon down in front of them and serving buttered brown bread, but Hawksworth’s hand remained where it was.
The waiters dispersed. Hawksworth’s hand crept higher. Andrea could feel it against the silk gusset of the teddy. The material had folded itself into her labia. She knew the gusset was wet. After what Laurie had made her do in the car it was not surprising.
‘Lovely,’ Hawksworth said softly, his finger following the line of the material up to her clit.
‘Your wine, sir,’ the sommelier said, pouring half an inch of the Chablis into a crystal glass. Hawksworth picked it up with his free hand and sipped it.
‘Excellent,’ he said.
The wine waiter too was looking at Andrea. She wasn’t sure whether his expression registered disgust or excitement. He walked away.
Hawksworth hooked his finger under the gusset of the teddy and pulled it outward. Then his index finger pressed between her labia and brushed against her clit. Andrea gasped involuntarily.
The couple at the next table turned to see what had caused the exclamation. Fortunately from their angle they could not see where Hawksworth’s hand was.
‘Oh, master,’ she whispered. He had never touched her so intimately before. After the last week her need for him had built to such a level that she thought if he continued she would come. She felt her whole body tingling, her clitoris on fire.
Slowly he moved his finger from side to side. She whimpered, holding onto the edge of the table, her fingernails making impressions in the thick linen. He was leaning forward with his other elbow on the table, his face only inches from hers now, gazing straight into her eyes, hungry to see her reaction. She gazed back, lost in those eyes, her sex convulsing every time he moved his finger. She was coming but she knew that was not allowed.
She tried to distract herself. She picked up her glass of wine but her hand was shaking so much she had to put it down again.
‘I give you permission,’ he said. His finger pressed her clitoris, trapping the throbbing nerves. She looked straight into his eyes, feeding off the pleasure and excitement she saw there. This was humiliating, being made to come in the middle of a restaurant while people bustled around her, but it was incredibly exciting too. She couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer and screwed them tight as the wave of her orgasm erupted through her body. She felt herself rocking back in the chair.
‘Oh God,’ she shuddered.
Hawksworth withdrew his finger, then settled the gusset of the teddy back where it had been. This produced another wave of bliss as the wet silk rubbed against her clit. Andrea moaned again.
‘Is everything all right, Mr Hawksworth?’ The maitre d’ had returned.
‘Everything’s fine, Ernesto. Could you bring me another napkin?’
‘Certainly, sir.’
Hawksworth was wiping his hand on the pink napkin in his lap. A waiter took it and replaced it with a new one. ‘Are you all right?’ he asked Andrea solicitously.
‘I’m not sure. My body’s still floating.’
‘Eat something,’ he said, spearing a piece of salmon with his fork.
‘Yes.’ But at the moment Andrea could do nothing. It had all been so sudden and totally unexpected.
‘Charles, how delightful.’
A short but slender and very elegant woman had walked over to their table. She was about forty with an attractive face, her cheekbones high and her nose straight. She had piercing green eyes and short auburn hair. Her jersey dress was yellow and clinging, with a V-neck and a knee-length skirt.
She extended her hand, so Hawksworth got to his feet and kissed it.
‘Georgina, how are you?’ he said.
‘I’m as randy as hell if you want the truth,’ she said. Her eyes were looking at Andrea.
The couple at the next table looked around to see who had made the remark.
‘What about Miles?’
‘You know Miles. He needs a lot of encouragement. She’s pretty.’
‘She’s not trained. Why don’t you come to the manor? I’m sure we could arrange something to suit Miles’ tastes.’
‘She would suit his tastes,’ she said.
‘She’s not trained.’
‘Doesn’t matter. We’d obey the rules.’
‘As long as you do. And I want her back tonight. By ten at the latest.’
‘Promise. By ten at the latest. Come on, sweetie, you’re coming for a ride.’
‘She hasn’t eaten yet.’
‘We’ll feed her,’ Georgina said, with a huge smile.
The master glanced at Andrea. ‘Obey her,’ he said, as casually as if he were ordering another bottle of wine.