by P R Ellis
Montgomery Russell was sweating despite the cold air. ‘Er, yes, I did, but how…’
‘Can you tell me why you did that and what the nature of your relationship with Mrs Bunting is.’
Russell was shaking visibly. He looked beyond Jasmine to see if anyone else was watching this scene play out. ‘Um, you’d better come in,’ he said, his voice shaking.
He backed away from the door allowing Jasmine to step into a small lounge. She pushed the door closed behind her.
Russell seemed to regain some of his composure in the privacy of his own house.
‘Sit down, please, Miss Frame.’ He gestured to one of the two large easy chairs facing a fire place. An old TV, not a modern flat screen type, occupied the corner of the room. Jasmine undid her coat and sat down. Russell sat beside her.
‘Did she tell you where I live?’ There was an emphasis on the female pronoun as if it stood for a name that must not be spoken.
‘No. It’s because you paid the bill with your credit card that we’ve been able to trace you.’
‘She hasn’t said anything?’
‘About you, Mr Russell? No.’
A look of relief passed across Montgomery Russell’s face and he relaxed into his seat.
‘But we know that you spent the evening with Mrs Bunting and her friend Tyler Smith and another man who was dressed in female clothes who paid for the dinner you ate, or rather didn’t. Apparently, it was Harriet and Tyler who did most of the eating.’
The scared look had returned to Montgomery’s face.
‘What is this all about? Why are you asking me these questions?’
Jasmine could tell that he was wriggling; trying to find any way he could to avoid describing his relationship with Harriet Bunting.
‘We know about Mrs Bunting’s relationship with her husband – that he always dressed in female clothes in a variety of let us say, eccentric styles; that she sometimes, we don’t how often, locked him in a cage in their cellar and she beat him with a variety of whips;’ She watched Russell’s face grow redder as she recited Harriet’s treatment of Evelyn, ‘and that she kept his penis locked in a chastity cage.’ The last drew a gasp from Montgomery and beads of sweat burst out of his brow.
He stuttered a defence. ‘But, but, those things aren’t against the law.’
‘No,’ Jasmine acknowledged, ‘but the murder of Evelyn Bunting was.’
Montgomery gasped.
‘Evelyn was killed while you were spending the evening with his wife.’
Montgomery shook his head. ‘I didn’t know. I don’t understand, I, I…’
‘The police need to know all that was going on that evening involving Mrs Bunting and her associates,’ Jasmine explained. ‘In particular, why did you pay for the bed and breakfast of Mrs Bunting and her companion?’
Russell sighed deeply. ‘Alright. If I tell you, will it be confidential? I can’t have it getting out to the students. I’ll be … I’ll be, I don’t what.’
‘If you are simply a witness then there is no reason why the nature of your involvement should become public knowledge, Mr Russell, but I can’t promise anything until I have heard your story.’
He considered, took a deep breath. ‘I paid for the room because I was told to.’
Jasmine was confused. ‘Who told you to?’
‘She did. Madame de la Clef.’
‘Who? Oh, you mean Mrs Bunting.’ Jasmine paused, translating the name. ‘The Mistress of the Key?’
Russell nodded and looked away. His face and neck were a deep red.
‘Can I guess?’ Jasmine went on, ‘The key to a lock that holds a chastity cage in place.’
Russell nodded again while staring at the floor.
‘Which you wear?’ He nodded. ‘Now?’ He nodded again.
Jasmine still wasn’t fully sure what his admission meant. ‘Why?’
Russell looked up, glared into her face, embarrassment gone. ‘Because it gives me a thrill, no more than that, excitement. She holds the key.’
‘You mean you can’t get out of your, er, cage, unless she hands over the key?’
Russell nodded.
‘And that is what you were doing on Tuesday. Mrs Bunting, Madame de la Clef, was handing over your key.’
Montgomery whispered, ‘It was a bit more than that.’
‘What do you mean?’ Jasmine was even more confused.
Montgomery sighed. ‘If I am going to have to tell you everything that happened that evening I think I need a coffee and something stronger. Can I get you one?’
‘A coffee? Yes, please.’
Montgomery started to rise from his chair. ‘How do you like it?’
‘Black, no sugar. Thank you.’
Russell walked through the rear room into the kitchen beyond. Jasmine listened to the noises of the drinks being prepared. Meanwhile she wondered what in Montgomery Russell’s story could provide more embarrassment than admitting that he wore a cage around his penis.
Montgomery returned carrying a tray on which were two fine china cups of coffee in saucers, a plate of chocolate biscuits and a large schooner of pale coloured sherry. He placed the tray on an occasional table beside his chair and handed Jasmine her cup and saucer. He sat and leaned across to her with the plate of biscuits. She took one while holding the saucer with her other hand. Jasmine nibbled her biscuit.
Russell settled back in his chair and took a sip of his sherry. ‘I will try to explain. This may be a bit muddled. I have not told anyone before.’ He paused, composing himself. ‘I have made an arrangement with Madame, a contract if you like.’ Jasmine listened eagerly. ‘She is my mistress and I obey her. She holds the key to my cage and will only release me when she wishes and if I follow all her instructions to the letter.’
‘You’re her slave,’ Jasmine gasped.
‘In that respect yes. Of course, I live here and work and socialise but all the time I have the cage trapping my penis and as soon as she makes a request of me I must respond.’
‘What do you get out of this contract?’
‘I told you, thrill, excitement. It makes me feel more alive than I ever have. To be owned by another person, a wonderful, beautiful, powerful goddess and to give her all that she wants and needs, gives me the utmost pleasure.’
‘What does she want?’
‘Worship.’
‘Is that all? You can’t do much with worship.’ Jasmine thought she knew where this conversation was going.
‘No, of course not. Madame has to be kept in the manner a goddess deserves.’
‘You pay her.’
Montgomery nodded, ‘£50 a week to store my key and other expenses as necessary.’
Jasmine did the sums. It added up to a nice little sum each year, over two thousand pounds.
‘The other guest on Tuesday, Edward Wilson, pays the same?’
Montgomery shrugged, ‘Is that his name? I don’t know how much he pays but I expect he is on a similar arrangement.’
‘So you met Madame on Tuesday night to collect the keys so you could relieve yourselves.’
Russell went quiet again, ‘It was a bit more complicated than that.’
‘Oh, why were you and the transvestite meeting together then?’
‘He’s not really a transvestite.’
‘What?’
‘I think it was the first time he’d dressed up as a woman.’
‘Why?’
‘It was Madame’s idea.’
‘You mean Harriet told him to meet you dressed as a woman.’
Montgomery nodded, ‘She probably told him what to wear.’
‘And made him buy all the clothing?’ Jasmine added.
‘I expect so.’
‘Right. Tell me what happened on Tuesday evening.’ Jasmine sipped her coffee and awaited Montgomery Russell’s tale.
‘We met in the dining room, the four of us and ordered our meals. Madame had instructed Buttercup…’
‘Buttercup?’
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bsp; ‘That was the name that Madame made him, that is, Wilson you said his name is, use for the evening.’
‘What name were you given?’
‘Er…Willy.’
Jasmine suppressed a giggle. ‘I see. Madame instructed you to do what?’
‘We were not to eat too much and were only allowed water to drink.’
‘While she and Tyler ate a full dinner and alcohol?’
‘That’s right.’
‘When dinner was finished Madame told Buttercup and me to follow her upstairs to her room. It was very large with …’
‘I know, I’ve been in it.’
‘Oh, have you? Well when we got there, Madame asked me to remove the serapé she had been wearing over her dress. When I took it from her, her immense beauty was revealed.’
He seemed enraptured by the memory. Jasmine summoned her image of Harriet Bunting. Attractive perhaps, majestic maybe but immense beauty? She didn’t think so.
‘What was she wearing?’
‘A dress of metallic silver satin. The top was like a corset, laced up to support but reveal the gibbous moons of her breasts. The bottom was a pleated skirt slit to her hips. She wore silver court shoes with four-inch heels on her feet. When she sat in one of the easy chairs, there was a glimpse of her white stockings with their lace tops attached to suspenders. She wore no knickers although her private parts were not visible.’
Jasmine acknowledged that it seemed to be a stunning outfit and smiled at his rapturous description
Montgomery went on. ‘She told Buttercup to kneel on the carpet in front her and then instructed me to stand by Buttercup’s side and remove my clothes.’
‘All of them?’
‘All of them. I had to fold each item neatly and place it on the floor behind me and then when I was naked, except of course for my, uh, cage, I had to stand up straight facing Madame. She examined me and took photos with her phone and told me to turn around slowly. When she was satisfied she told me to go to the room bar and pour her a brandy.’
‘Just for her?’
‘Yes. I gave it to her and again stood in front of her. She took a few sips then told Buttercup to stand. She told me to undress him. I removed Buttercup’s stilettoes, then the white silk blouse that he wore and the black leather miniskirt. He had on a white satin bustier. I think it is called that. It had the breast cups padded with something.’
‘Silicone falsies from Molly’s stock, I expect,’ Jasmine said.
Montgomery shrugged. ‘The suspenders were attached to white stockings. He had a little pair of silk knickers that just covered his genitals. Madame told me to kneel and remove them but to leave him in the other underwear.’
‘A tranny dream,’ Jasmine said.
‘Then Madame picked up the big handbag she always carries and took out a small key which she put in my hand.’
‘The key to your chastity cage?’ Jasmine asked
‘No. Buttercup’s. Madame told me to release his penis. That was the first time I’ve touched a man’s private parts, well, since I was at boarding school and we were just boys then.’
‘But you did as you were told?’
‘Oh yes. I always obey Madame. I placed the key in the lock, undid it and removed the cage, trying not to touch his penis and testicles as I did so. Of course, my fingers brushed him a little and as it came free it grew.’
‘He was aroused.’
‘I’ll say. It happens when the restriction of the cage is removed.’ Beads of sweat had appeared on Montgomery’s upper lip and his cheeks glowed a bright pink.
‘Hmm, I see. Go on.’
‘I couldn’t imagine what Madame would demand of me next and when she gave the order I admit that for a moment I doubted whether I could obey, but my own penis was aching, and I so desired my own freedom. I had to comply with Madame’s wishes in order to get my own release.’
‘What did she want you to do?’
His mouth opened but no sound emerged.
‘Go on please,’ Jasmine urged.
He swallowed. ‘She told me to take his erect penis into my mouth.’
‘She wanted you to suck his cock!’ Jasmine was amazed, but then scolded herself. Of course that was what Harriet wanted. Two men in her power, neither of which she apparently wanted sex with, neither of them gay – at least they hadn’t admitted to it. Forcing them into gay sex would be a delicious humiliation.
‘No, not suck. Not immediately.’ Montgomery took a deep breath. ‘I just had to hold the head in my mouth at first. Buttercup was told to stand still, but he could barely manage it. His penis vibrated with pent-up energy on my tongue.’
‘What happened next?’
‘Madame stood up and took photographs of us in that position from all angles. Then she told Buttercup to fuck my mouth. He couldn’t wait. He started thrusting into my mouth, pushing against the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to pull away, but he grabbed my head and held me as he thrust again and again. Madame urged him on. I think I was starting to faint when he came and filled my mouth with his semen. He made me swallow it.’
‘Harriet enjoyed watching you?’
‘I think so. I had closed my eyes but I think she filmed us on her phone. She made me lick up every drop of the cum from his penis. She sat down again and congratulated both of us on a “good show”.’
‘How did that make you feel?’
He turned away from her, avoiding seeing her eyes on him.
‘Mr Russell,’ she urged.
His voice had dropped to a whisper. ‘In performing the act I felt abused, but learning of the pleasure it gave Madame made me proud that I had carried out her wishes and I hoped to receive a reward.’
‘She released your penis, did she?’?’
‘Oh no. It’s never as straightforward as that. Madame told me to stand and Buttercup to kneel. She gave him the key to my cage and we did it the other way.’
‘He sucked you off?’
Montgomery hesitated and Jasmine guessed that he was reluctant to admit his own arousal. ‘Yes. I must admit to feeling relief at having my penis freed and an overwhelming desire to ejaculate. Madame does not always allow that.’
‘She teases does she.’
Montgomery nodded.
‘So, you’ve both come and Harriet has watched you both at it. What next?’
‘I was instructed to fill her glass then to kneel with Buttercup in front of her. She drank and looked at us for a few minutes. I think she was just passing time and allowing us to recover.’
‘Oh, what did she want next?’
He seemed to have recovered his willingness to talk. The words tumbled out now as if, having revealed so much, Montgomery had no embarrassment left. ‘She told me to lie on my back on the bed. By this time my penis was becoming erect again. It seemed to have a mind of its own. I’ve never desired sex with a man but perhaps it was the presence of Madame or maybe it was because Buttercup was dressed in ladies’ lingerie, I don’t know, but I couldn’t help being aroused.
She commanded Buttercup to kneel over me in the sixty-nine position. He was already engorged too. Madame told us to fellate each other again.’
Jasmine had an image of the two middle-aged, slightly overweight and wrinkly men going at it together. She wasn’t sure that it was a pretty picture.
‘Did you orgasm again?’
‘Yes. After three months or more of chastity, the male organs are more than ready to deliver a second time. It did take longer than the first and my throat became sore from the banging it got from Buttercup but we both came within seconds of each other.’
‘What did Harriet do?’
‘I wasn’t following all her movements, I couldn’t with Buttercup’s arse in my face but I think she circled around us with her phone, photographing and videoing everything.’
‘She got plenty of evidence to blackmail you both.’
Montgomery looked blank. ‘Of course. I hadn’t thought of that.’
‘Did she g
et any more action out of you?’
‘No, that was it really. She made us lick each other’s cock and balls and groin clean of all the semen and then we had to fix each other’s cages back on. We handed the keys back to Madame. Then she told us to dress. Buttercup of course had to put her female clothes back on.’
‘And then?’
‘She told me to go and pay for the room and then leave.’
‘Was that a surprise?’
‘No, since Buttercup had paid for dinner I anticipated that I would be asked to pay for the room. While I was at the desk, Buttercup passed on her way to the car. We didn’t speak to each other. Madame had said that we shouldn’t.’
Montgomery, looking flushed and sweaty, drank the last of his sherry, picked up his cup of coffee and knocked it back in one gulp, then rested back in his chair.
Jasmine summed up. ‘So, Harriet Bunting likes ordering two mature guys to do things to each other that they wouldn’t ordinarily consider doing and she presumably gets a buzz from watching you, and what’s more she gets paid for the playing out of her plans.’
Montgomery nodded, ‘That’s about it.’
‘How many other slaves does Madame have I wonder,’ Jasmine said.
Russell shrugged, ‘I don’t know. I’ve met a couple of others on previous occasions. Madame always says she is busy and doesn’t allow us to contact her.’
‘She’s earning a tidy sum if you are all forking out fifty pound a week.’
‘I suppose so.’
That answered the question about Harriet’s source of income. She could be making a couple of thousand pounds a month, plus expenses.
Jasmine had a sudden thought. ‘What about Tyler? You didn’t mention him at all. Did he enjoy the show?’
‘He wasn’t there.’
‘What! He was with you for dinner. I have an eyewitness for that.’
Russell nodded, ‘Yes, he had dinner, but he didn’t come up to the room with us. I didn’t see him again.’
‘What time did you finish dinner? I know you didn’t spend a lot of time in the dining room because the waiter commented on it.’
‘Oh, that waiter. He was hanging around all the time particularly paying attention to Madame, but his eyes kept on focussing on Buttercup. I wasn’t interested in looking at the time, but I suppose it was between seven-thirty and eight when we went upstairs. Why is that important?’
