by Sarah Fisher
Guido let the smile linger on his lips. He had been with Max for over two years as valet and driver, and in return Max was teaching him all he knew. Another couple of months and he would be on his way and begin his own stable. Maybe he’d make a bid for Maggie when she stepped up on the block; it would be nice to start with one of his master’s girls as a yardstick. She was certainly extremely appealing, headstrong and bright, but even he could sense that under that apparent self-confidence and independence she had a strong desire to please, to be wanted, to be owned.
The way she had writhed and sobbed under Max’s ministrations had truly been a delight. Guido replayed in his mind the way the girl waited on all fours to be fucked. There was no way she faked any of that.
He straightened his tie, already relishing the prospect of the drive home.
‘And when dressed, in public,’ Max continued as they stepped back into his suite, ‘a good slave will always look and behave impeccably, like a lady; elegant with appropriate clothes, good shoes, subtle make-up and perfume. My slaves are always well presented.
‘My main interest has always been in the initial training of suitable girls - in recognising those who will make good slaves and interesting companions. I train them in the basics and then sell them on. We have regular auctions. There is always a lot of interest in my girls.’
‘Sell them?’ Maggie echoed, unable to contain herself.
Max smiled, apparently forgiving her for speaking without permission.
‘Yes, sometimes we sell privately but for the most part we auction off our spare stock, or those we’re tired of, or whatever. Besides that we often have auctions where slaves are sold for just a night or a weekend.’
Maggie felt her colour draining. He was talking about his slaves as if they were animals, and worse still, as she considered what he said, was the realisation that somewhere - just below the surface of the life she knew - was a culture where this kind of behaviour went on.
The idea not only unnerved her but also, she realised, excited her. Max took her hand and led her into the bedroom.
‘Lie on your back on the bed,’ he told her. ‘Legs parted.’
Maggie stared at him in disbelief, and then at the four-poster bed that dominated the room. Surely he couldn’t be ready for more - he’d only just spent.
‘Come along, there is no place for coyness now, Maggie,’ he snapped, his mood volatile. ‘You will follow my instructions instantly and to the letter. Now!’
She looked at him uncertainly, heart beating fast, and then did as she was told, closing her eyes to block out the images that filled her head.
‘Very nice,’ he said. ‘Now hold yourself open so I can examine you.’
Maggie froze… examine her?
‘What are you waiting for?’ he growled.
‘I can’t,’ Maggie whispered. ‘Please, I… I can’t.’
The silence and the seconds ticked slowly by, and then Max said. ‘For every minute you keep me waiting I will add six strokes of the crop to your punishment. Now open your cunt for me.’
Maggie let her fingers trail down over her belly, eyes tightly closed. This was ludicrous. Why should she obey him? But then taking a deep breath she let her fingers slip between the outer lips of her sex, warm and wet with excitement. She opened herself a little, praying the gesture would be enough.
‘Wider,’ he snapped.
Maggie did as she was told, feeling herself flush scarlet. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Max touched her, but he didn’t, he was just watching and waiting.
‘Guido, come in here,’ he eventually called, and Maggie cringed with shame, wanting to pull her fingers away and close her legs. ‘Stay as you are,’ Max ordered, anticipating her reaction. ‘Did I tell you to move?’
‘N-no, master,’ she stammered.
‘What do you think?’ Max said conversationally, and Maggie knew he wasn’t talking to her.
Guido mumbled something and she felt him moving closer, felt his eyes and breath on her.
‘Get up on all fours so Guido can have a better look at you,’ Max ordered, and she stiffened, feeling her stomach tighten with shame and apprehension.
The driver ran his hands over her buttocks and hips, letting his fingers stray down to her sex, thrusting, exploring, probing inside her with none of the finesse employed by Max Jordan.
‘Nice and tight,’ he observed, as her sex instinctively tightened around him.
‘Indeed… indeed,’ Max concurred, and embarrassed beyond all measure Maggie let her head fall to the mattress, feeling she would die of shame. Guido parted her further and pushed another finger inside, her flinch doing nothing to halt his invasive touch.
‘Help yourself,’ said Max. ‘I’m going down to the bar for a drink. You can do whatever you like, just don’t fuck her.’
Alone with the driver Maggie’s heart pounded furiously; ridiculous though it was she already held some trust for Max Jordan, but not this other man. He removed his fingers, and she felt his tongue lapping the backs of her thighs and then wriggle into her sex. She gasped at the intensity and intimacy of the touch, his nose nudging her puckered rear entrance as he devoured her.
She felt shamefully uncomfortable, but there were the first flickers of renewed pleasure too. She cringed; had her body no shame at all? Guido slid a finger up to caress her clit, and she moaned as he brushed the tight little peak. It was all the encouragement he needed. He began to lap at her quim and then worked further up along the sensitive bridge of flesh between her sex and the forbidden entrance above. Maggie whined in horror, trying to wriggle away from him, and then gasped as his tongue brushed over her anus, lapping and teasing.
‘Oh!’ she gasped. ‘No, please don’t. Oh!’ But her protests seemed to make his tongue work all the more diligently while his fingers teased her pleasure bud.
‘Please don’t… please don’t,’ she whispered, his tongue driving her mad with need. It felt wonderful and awful at the same time.
‘Enough, Guido,’ said a familiar voice. ‘We can’t have Miss Howard enjoying herself too much, now can we?’
The driver pulled away, leaving Maggie hanging, her sex wet and ready for more, her bottom slick with his saliva.
‘Look at you, you filthy little whore,’ Max Jordan sniggered, and without prelude he pressed a finger into the tight confines of her rectum. Maggie cried out in shock, her body fighting the invasion.
‘Nice and tight,’ he concluded. ‘Maybe a little too tight at the moment for what I have in mind, but we can cure that. Have you ever been fucked in the arse, Maggie?’
‘No,’ she gasped in horror, aware that her body was clutching his intrusive digit. Another finger slipped into her sex, the fullness and the intense sensations making her feel heady.
‘I like to bugger my slaves,’ he mused. ‘It’s my own special place, somewhere that’s mine and mine alone - no other man is allowed to fuck you there. They can fuck your cunt, fuck your mouth, fuck your tits, but your arse is mine.’
Maggie shivered; it seemed appalling and unnerving that such a sophisticated man could speak so crudely about her body, and his desires and plans to use and abuse it. His fingers left her.
‘I think that is enough for now,’ he said, as casually as if they were taking an afternoon stroll. ‘Get up.’
A little unsteadily, Maggie got to her feet.
‘Now,’ he said, ‘before we go any further…’ Maggie looked up at him expectantly, and saw the intent in his eyes. ‘Every slave I take on must sign a contract.’
‘A contract?’ she echoed uncertainly.
‘Be quiet. I have warned you about speaking so freely. I take no one on without a contract, and once it is signed you are committed to it. I consider it a legally binding contract and so should you. And you also have to understand that at the end of your training, I will sell you.’
Despite everything that had happened Maggie found this revelation unbelievable. It was preposterous, some sort of a joke. No one
in their right mind signed themselves away under someone else’s rule.
Max continued. ‘I am a firm master, but fair,’ he told her. ‘I understand what you need but I won’t rush you to achieve it.’
Maggie squashed the look of derision that threatened. What man ever really knew what a girl wanted?
He raised an eyebrow, as if anticipating a question, and when none came he continued. ‘Would you like to see the contract?’
Maggie was intrigued. ‘Yes, master,’ she said, and Max made a gesture towards Guido, who handed him a briefcase from which he produced a single sheet of paper and handed it to her.
‘There we are, my dear,’ he said. ‘The contract.’
Slowly she began to read. ‘I, Maggie Howard, hereafter referred to as the slave, do offer myself to Max Jordan, hereafter known as my master, for his pleasure in a BDSM relationship, as defined in detail as follows…’
Maggie glanced uncertainly at Max, then at Guido, then back at the document in her trembling hands.
‘The slave is fully aware that her master is a strict dominant, and that she is a willing slave to be used for his desired pleasures. The slave expects the domination of her master and is willing to endure any and all punishments deemed appropriate by him.
‘I hereby grant permission to my master to dispense any punishment he may deem appropriate to the slave totally for his enjoyment and the pleasure of hearing the slave request his mercy.
‘The slave will be under her master’s complete and total control and will immediately obey and comply with any order or instruction given to her with the full joy of knowing she is his property and his to use however he chooses. If the slave displeases or disobeys her master in any way she expects to endure any punishment he so chooses as necessary for her inappropriate actions.
‘The slave also agrees not to make any change in her physical appearance without the prior approval of her master.
‘The slave agrees to full participation in any and all activities her master desires as she does not know the extent of her limits with him at this point and desires to learn how complete is her submission to him.
After thorough training is completed the slave will be sold to the highest bidder.
Maggie reddened furiously and felt her pulse increase as she finished reading. Then she read it again, more slowly this time, not trusting herself to look up and meet Max Jordan’s eyes.
It gave her an odd feeling deep in her stomach. In her imagination the scenario of being owned and used and shown off was hugely exciting, but the reality? She had no intention of signing herself away. What on earth did the man take her for? She looked at him levelly. ‘I am expected to sign this?’ she said.
‘No, there is no expectation on my part. The choice is entirely yours, Maggie. But before you dismiss the idea and walk away, let me tell you something about yourself. Even if you don’t sign you will never be free. Today you’ve caught a brief glimpse of those things that have haunted your dreams, maybe even your nightmares, for a long, long time.’
She looked away; he was far too close to the truth for it to feel comfortable. But Max hadn’t finished.
‘And I know, Maggie, because I see it in your eyes. I know from my own experience that you can never escape those desires that are in your mind.’ His tone changed. ‘But maybe you’ve already got enough for your article. Isn’t that what you came for?’
Maggie nodded.
‘Well, in that case you are free to go.’ Her dismissal was so perfunctory it took her by complete surprise. Max pulled a key ring from his pocket, beckoned her closer and removed the collar, which Guido immediately returned to its black velvet bag.
She extended a hand to give him the contract back, but Max waved it away. ‘Take it with you,’ he said. ‘I wouldn’t have expected you to sign it here and now anyway. You need to be sure you understand all the implications of something so momentous, but remember you must sign it before your training begins.’
Maggie smiled. ‘Thank you,’ she said, and went to retrieve her clothes. She had no intention whatsoever of signing his stupid contract. The idea was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.
‘You have to understand, Maggie,’ he went on as she dressed, ‘that you will never win and you will never escape.’
She wondered what he meant, and then realised with a growing sense of unease that it was some kind of a threat - except that the threat was from inside her, not from Max Jordan.
‘Thank you for lunch,’ she said, as casually as she could manage.
He smiled confidently. ‘Guido, show the young lady to the bathroom.’
When Maggie re-emerged not more than half an hour later, showered and dressed, the suite was empty, all evidence of lunch and of Max Jordan’s presence gone. All that remained was Guido - standing by the door waiting to drive her home, his peaked cap resting lazily between his fingers.
‘Well, well, well,’ he said with a sly grin. ‘Here we are again, Miss Howard. How does it feel now you know what Max Jordan has to offer you?’
Maggie tried to smile with conviction. ‘It feels just fine, thank you. I don’t want what Mr Jordan has to offer, though. I’ve seen enough, and I don’t want any part of it.’
Guido shook his head, and Maggie wondered if the lie was as obvious to him as it was to her.
‘But I am interested in what makes a man like him tick,’ she continued; after all, she reasoned, if there really was an article in it, she could do with a bit more background material.
‘You should have asked him, then,’ said Guido, standing to one side to allow her to pass. ‘I’m sure Max would have told you anything you wanted to know.’ He paused as Maggie drew level with him. ‘And so would I. For a price, of course.’
‘What does that mean, exactly?’ she demanded.
‘Oh, come on, Maggie, don’t be so naïve,’ he said with mock disappointment, tutting loudly. ‘I tell you something and then you pay for it in kind.’
Maggie stared at him indignantly, and without thinking swung her arm to slap his face. But he was too quick for her and caught her wrist in a vicelike grip that made her wince with pain.
‘He told me you could be fiery,’ Guido mused, chuckling throatily, his smile never faltering. ‘A good judge of character, is Max Jordan.’
‘Which is more than can be said for you,’ snapped Maggie, angrily jerking her hand away from him.
Guido smiled. ‘If you would like to wait outside I’ll bring the car to the front of the hotel,’ he said with infuriating assuredness.
Chapter Four
‘Where are we now?’ Maggie asked, leaning forward in the back seat of the car and looking out at the passing countryside, trying hard to spot a familiar landmark. To her complete surprise, after the events of the afternoon, she had drifted off to sleep on the drive home. Feeling slightly foolish she repeated her question. ‘Where are we, Guido?’
She caught the driver’s eye in the rear-view mirror. He smiled lazily. ‘Don’t worry, it’s not far now,’ he said. ‘Why don’t you just sit back and enjoy the ride. I’ll let you know when we get there.’
Something about his tone made her uneasy. ‘But I don’t recognise this road,’ she said, trying to keep the anxiety out of her voice. ‘How far are we from Richwell?’
He laughed. ‘I’ve already told you, relax. This is the scenic route. There’s no rush, is there?’
Making an effort not to look or sound flustered, Maggie turned her attention back to the view outside the car. It was a beautiful evening. The early summer sun was slowly sinking in the west, daubing the undulating landscape with a mellow golden light. Ahead of them the road unfolded like a ribbon, and Maggie looked for some clue as to where they might be, the tension in her stomach building. She had no idea where they were or where they were heading, and just as she was about to ask again the car slowed and they crossed a narrow wooden bridge that led off the road and through a copse of trees.
Maggie didn’t like this. On the road they may
well have been taking a scenic route home she wasn’t familiar with, but this was little more than a dirt track leading to she knew not where.
The car was travelling more slowly now, rising and falling over the uneven surface.
‘Guido, what’s going on?’ she asked anxiously. ‘Where are we? You’re supposed to be taking me home.’
‘Don’t worry,’ Guido said, his wolfish smile caught in the mirror. ‘I thought you wanted to know how it felt to be a slave? Isn’t that why you met Max today, to get your hands on a little background information? Well, this is lesson two.’
‘I wanted to know about Max Jordan,’ she began, humouring him.
‘I’ve already told you that I’m prepared to tell you everything you need to know,’ he said, guiding the car into a clearing and switching off the ignition. ‘I’ve told you the deal, it’s just that now I’ve upped the stakes a little.’ He indicated the narrow track that led back to the road. ‘How about it, Maggie?’ he said, the grin holding. ‘A ride for a ride. Part of your continuing education, or maybe a little payment on account.’
Maggie forced a smile, trying to mask her trepidation. ‘Let’s go back, Guido,’ she suggested. ‘I can pay you something, but not much,’ she began. ‘Perhaps we could negotiate?’
‘You know that isn’t what I mean,’ he sneered angrily, cutting her short. ‘I don’t want or need your money.’
Maggie said nothing; she already knew what the deal was. Hadn’t he told her as she left the hotel?
‘So, I’m going to have the rest of what I sampled this afternoon.’ He licked his lips. ‘You taste really good.’ Maggie reddened and he chuckled. ‘Come on, don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it. I could feel the way you were moving under my tongue and my fingers. There was no lie there, you were close.’
Maggie shivered. ‘Guido, please…’ she began.
‘No more talk, just get out of the car.’ His tone hardened. ‘I can take what I want or you can give it to me - simple as that. It’s up to you.’
Maggie looked left and right through the trees. They were miles from anywhere. There was no point in running. There was nowhere to hide. What choice did she have? And besides, wasn’t there some tiny part of her, some part she would never admit to, that was excited by the idea that the man wanted her so much he would jeopardise his job to have her? Hadn’t she relished the humiliation of being given to him at the hotel, to play with just as he wanted? Maggie fought to silence the rogue thoughts.
