Perfect Slave
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Erica pulled out one of the chairs from the table.
‘Now bend right over. Rest your forehead on this chair.’ Andrea obeyed, well aware that in this position her sex was fully exposed. ‘Legs wider apart.’
She spread her legs out further. She could feel her labia parting. They would be able to see how wet she was.
Erica’s hand touched the small of her back. She felt something cylindrical being inserted into the mouth of her vagina. Erica was pushing the candle into her body.
‘Look at that,’ Donald said under his breath.
The candle went deeper. It was not as broad as a penis, but it was longer. It burrowed into her, pressing against the neck of her womb. She felt her clitoris pulse strongly.
‘Now hold it there; grip it tight,’ Erica ordered. ‘If it falls out I’ll tell Hawksworth you refused to cooperate. You know what that would mean.’
Andrea didn’t want to think about that. Instead she used all her vaginal muscles to grip the candle. The effort produced a huge wave of sensations. She gasped.
‘Light it,’ Donald said, giggling.
‘What?’
‘Light the candle.’
‘Good idea.’
Andrea heard a match striking.
‘Now what are we going to do with this?’ Erica knelt at her husband’s feet and unzipped his trousers. She fished inside and pulled out his cock. It was short and stubby, gnarled with veins. She pulled back his foreskin and sucked the erection into her mouth.
Suddenly Andrea felt a spark of pain. The hot wax from the top of the candle was dripping down onto her buttocks. She gasped.
‘Can’t do that for long,’ Erica said. ‘You’re much too excited.’
She got to her feet, bent over the table right at Andrea’s side and pulled the white silk dress up over her waist. She was wearing champagne-coloured hold-ups, their elasticated welts digging channels in her thighs, and silky white panties.
Donald got to his feet, his erection sticking out from the zip of his fly. He undid his trousers fully, pushed them down to his knees and stood behind his wife. Taking hold of the panties he pulled them to one side. Andrea caught a glimpse of dark pubic hair before Donald grabbed Erica by the hips and drove his cock straight into her sex.
‘Oh God!’ she screamed. ‘You’re so hard!’
‘And you’re so fucking wet.’
There was no subtlety. He hammered into her, holding her hips in his hands and pulling her back onto him as he drove forward, his belly slapping loudly against her buttocks.
‘She’s... really... got... to you...’ Erica gasped, each word punctuated by his inward thrusts.
But the feeling was mutual. Andrea had never experienced anything like this. She had never seen another couple having sex right before her eyes, but then she’d never been bound before, or had a lighted candle wedged into her sex before. She had to try and concentrate on keeping it in place, and with her cunt as wet as she thought it had ever been, that was not easy. If she gripped too hard the candle was squeezed out, but if she didn’t grip hard enough it would start to topple. The constant adjustments she had to make with the muscles of her vagina were provoking her just as much as the spectacle in front of her eyes. And the wax splashing down on her buttocks was like the pain from the whip; hot tingling pain that rooted itself right to her sex, translating itself just like the lashes of the whip, to intense pleasure.
Erica was coming. She threw her head back and cried out loud, her whole body trembling, thrusting herself back against the hard phallus that was reaming into her. She looked at Andrea, as if to give herself a final push into orgasm, then came, her eyes screwed shut by the power of it all.
‘Please...’ Andrea whispered. ‘Please...’ She had no idea what she was pleading for. She didn’t want to come again; she suddenly realised that was why her master had been angry with her. She should have saved herself for him. She should have resisted the temptation of the rope just as she should have resisted what was happening to her now. But she couldn’t. She adjusted her grip for the hundredth time, tightening her muscles slightly, and felt a huge wave of sensations shoot through her just as the moment the largest splash of wax dripped onto her arse. She saw Donald’s cock come almost all the way out of his wife’s sex, its gnarled shaft wet with the sticky juices of her body, then slammed back in again, this time not pulling back but holding himself deep inside her as he yelled out that he was coming. At that exact moment Andrea came too. As her sex clenched reflexively around the candle it dripped more hot wax over her buttocks, the tingling pain serving to increase her pleasure.
Donald pulled out of his wife. ‘Come on, lets go upstairs,’ he grunted.
Erica straightened up. Her dress fell back around her thighs. ‘Pity we can’t take her with us.’ She blew the candle out and slipped it out of Andrea’s sex.
Donald pulled up his trousers and they walked out, hand in hand.
Andrea straightened up, not at all sure what she should do now. She hoped there wasn’t another camera recording what had just happened. If there was the master would know she came again. She was convinced that was the reason he looked at her with such disapproval. She knew she should have saved herself for him. And now she’d been provoked again. Perhaps, as it was his guests who’d caused it this time he would be more understanding. He left her alone with them, after all.
She longed to be taken to him. She longed to be alone with him. She wouldn’t mind if he wanted to punish her for what she’d done. She deserved it. She would welcome it.
The door to the kitchen swung open. Two maids emerged, both wearing the short black dresses and lace aprons Andrea had seen the maid wearing on Saturday night. They completely ignored her and began clearing away the table. One was short with a round doll-like face and short brown hair, while the other was as tall as Andrea, with wavy red hair.
‘What am I supposed to do now?’ she asked.
‘You’re not allowed to talk,’ the redhead snapped.
It took several trips back to the kitchen to clear the table completely. As soon as it was done Andrea was left alone again.
She was intensely aware of her buttocks. The candle wax had solidified and seemed to be pulling at her flesh. It was not an unpleasant sensation. She looked down at her body, her breasts thrust out by the shelf-like bra of the basque, her nipples still knotted into tightly corrugated buttons.
Her body ached from the tightness of the corset and from her bondage, the metal handcuffs chafing against her wrists. But she didn’t care. All she cared about was seeing her master again. It had all gone wrong and it was all her fault. She stood where she was without moving, not daring to sit down in case that too was held against her.
It was an hour before the door from the sitting room opened.
‘Follow me.’
Laurie’s expression was one of disinterest. If Hawksworth had told her how displeased he was with Andrea it didn’t show on her face.
They walked to the stairs. Andrea felt her pulse begin to race as Andrea led her up the wide carpeted steps to the first floor. Was she being taken to see her master?
The answer was clearly no. They passed the double doors that looked as if they belonged to the main bedroom, and headed up a second, much narrower staircase to the floor above. Here Laurie opened a door and shepherded Andrea into a small bedroom. It was prettily decorated with flowery print wallpaper, and had all the normal bedroom furniture including a wardrobe, bedside tables and a small double bed.
There was another door in the room which Andrea could see led to a small white-tiled bathroom.
Laurie caught hold of Andrea’s wrists and undid the handcuffs.
‘Strip off,’ she said.
‘What’s going to happen to me?’
‘How many times am I going to have to tell you not to speak unless you’re spoken to?’
‘There’s a bathroom next-door. Do not remove your make-up.’
Laurie picked up all the clothes, turned on her heels and strode out of the room. Andrea heard the door being locked behind her.
This was her punishment, she knew. Being left on her own was a thousand times worse than being bound and whipped. Even if Hawksworth had instructed Laurie to do it, that would at least mean he had thought about his new slave. But shut up in this room, naked and alone, was an indication of his indifference.
If he hadn’t called her to his room, perhaps he was with one of the maids. She’d seen the way Julia looked at him. She was obviously in training too. The other maids in the dining room might well be there for the same reason, too. There were lots of rooms in the stable block. Did each contain a beautiful woman waiting, like her, for the privilege of serving their master? That thought depressed her even more.
There was a glimmer of hope though. Laurie had told her to keep her make-up on. Could that mean Hawksworth might still call for her?
She realised then that her whole life had changed completely. In the space of a few hours she had gone from being independent with a relatively normal life, to being totally and absolutely dependent, her whole life orientated towards one man. But however much she wished it could have started differently she did not regret the change for one moment. When he gave her the chance, she would be a perfect slave.
Chapter Four
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.