“That you are intrigued by what you’ve seen, starting with Sylvia’s candle filled ass to Lisa running a razor over your quim.”
She needed the right words, but they didn’t come to her quickly. After a long spell she said, “I’m here to help you solve a puzzle. When we do that I will get a thousand pounds, and a ticket to America. If that means I have to see a few wicked things, and have my quim shaved so be it. The hair will grow back.”
He chuckled, and a chill ran down her spine. “Well, let’s go downstairs so you can see a few more wicked things. I want you to know you can deceive yourself, but you can’t lie to me. I can read you like an open book. I’m sure the next chapter will be very interesting.”
The scene they walked into was not what Maisie expected. There was no sex, no whippings, no… anything. There were naked people, in various pairings, but Maisie had braced herself to see sex.
Not that the people attending were those you expected to find on the high street. The most interesting grouping Maisie saw was a threesome, one man and two women. The man wore chain mail that Maisie imagined was very heavy. There were two floggers and a crop hanging from a belt around his waist. Both of the women with him wore corsets with the same flimsy skirts Maisie had hanging from her corset. The only difference in their outfits was the fact they wore chain mail collars, complete with leather leads held by the man, one in each hand.
The lace around Maisie’s neck felt tight. She couldn’t help but wonder how people became involved in this type of thing. When she found that out, she wanted to know how many people in the country were taking part in sex of this nature. She wanted to ask Mr. Cummings, but she didn’t want him to know she was interested. That would confirm what he’d said earlier, that she was intrigued.
Right now, Mr. Cummings stood several feet away, talking with two gentlemen to whom she hadn’t been introduced. But she didn’t expect to be. She was a play toy here, like the other men and women who were the submissives.
There was a giggle across the room and Maisie turned to see a woman lower herself across a man’s lap. He slapped her ass, and Maisie’s nipples tightened.
She wanted out of this house before anything else aroused her, but she knew that wouldn’t happen. She would have to fight the feelings. Not that it would matter. Mr. Cummings already knew she was intrigued. He’d said so earlier.
The people were standing around the couple; everything was silent except for the light buzz of Mr. Cummings’s conversation with the two gentlemen, and the man spanking the woman’s bottom.
Maisie remembered her own experience with it, and how she’d sucked Mr. Cummings’s cock afterward. She hated to admit she wanted to do it again. Either that or bend over and feel his dick slide into her wetness.
“I hear the two of us are to be used as models in Mr. Cummings’s class tomorrow.” Maisie turned to Sylvia. She wore an Egyptian caftan that had a slit up the front. The material was opaque, with little seed pearls decorating the neck and sleeves.
“So I hear,” Maisie said. “This is a first for me. I don’t know what to do.”
“That’s what the teacher is for,” Sylvia said with a laugh. “I’m rather looking forward to the adventure.”
“Is that how you see it, an adventure?” Maisie asked.
“Oh yes.” Sylvia smiled, one that lit up her face. “Tom taught me that life is an adventure, all aspects of it.”
How did one respond to something like that? It seemed open-ended, as if Sylvia wouldn’t mind if Maisie pried and asked about her life with her husband. What sort of life made it okay for a woman to be bent over a desk with a candle sticking out of her bum?
“What is bothering you?” Sylvia asked.
“What do you mean?” Maisie asked. “I’m fine.”
“As someone who fought this lifestyle, I recognize the… not fear, but concern, maybe, in your face,” Sylvia said.
“You fought it?” Maisie asked.
“When I met Tom I thought he was handsome, and very charming,” Sylvia said. “I was not yet married, but I was not a virgin, either. That put me in the not very attractive to suitors category.”
How did one respond to such a confession? Would it be proper to ask how she’d lost her virginity before marriage? No, if Sylvia didn’t offer the information, then Maisie wasn’t going to push it, at least not yet.
“Tom helped me discover my real self,” she said.
“I see,” Maisie said. “How did he do that, if I may ask?”
Sylvia looked around the room, and Maisie followed her gaze.
“We’ll discuss it when there are not so many people around,” Sylvia said. “Would you like to see the stocks?”
“That would be the ones the ladies from the hot box won?” Maisie asked.
“That would be the one,” Sylvia said. “It is a very popular game. Come with me, I’ll show you.”
They went through a doorway into a larger room that contained many chairs and sofas. In the center were three stocks, one woman in each spot. Maisie remembered the contest they’d gone through to earn their places. They had masturbated, and kept themselves from spending as long as possible. Now, instead of them playing with themselves, they were the play toys of the men and women who were around them. There was pinching and prodding and caressing and, if the movements of one of the woman was any indication, there was fucking.
All three of the ladies were blindfolded.
“The fun part of being in the stocks is being able to orgasm at will,” Sylvia said. “They don’t know who is getting them off, but they don’t care. By the end of the night all three of them will be well and truly fucked, and will be exhausted.”
“There is no way I would put myself in that position,” Maisie whispered.
“You say that now, but being in the hot box is a wonderful experience,” Sylvia said.
“I’m listening,” Maisie said. “I can’t imagine how that is fun.”
A man started to flog a woman on the end. She cried out, and it was obvious by the tone of her voice that she was happy about the pain the man inflicted upon her.
“You give yourself up to total pleasure,” Sylvia said. “Most of the ladies want to be in the hot box. One day you might want to, also.”
“I doubt it,” Maisie said. She glanced around the room once more. “Are there other rooms?”
“There are private rooms full of various equipment,” Sylvia said. “There are approximately forty people here. A few might be in those rooms.”
Before she knew what she was doing, Maisie asked, “Is Vanessa Parkinson here?”
“Not this time,” Sylvia said. “She and her patron, Lord James, have been here before, though.”
It was odd that Sylvia didn’t seem surprised that Maisie had asked about Vanessa. “Has Vanessa posed problems in the past?”
“Vanessa lives by her own rules,” Sylvia said. “She has been the center of a few incidents. But she has calmed down since Lord James came into her life.”
Maisie didn’t respond, because she knew that information wasn’t true. “Are you expecting her this weekend?”
“Not that I know of, but then again we weren’t expecting you and Mr. Cummings until the last minute,” Sylvia said. “Many people come and go, with no warnings, from these weekends. Of course I can ask Mr. Leslie.”
“No,” Maisie said, a little too sharply to her ears.
“You shouldn’t hide things from Mr. Cummings,” Sylvia said. “You should know that I won’t lie for you. If he asks me if you’ve questioned me I will tell him the truth.”
“I understand,” Maisie said. “All I ask is that you don’t offer the information freely.”
When Sylvia didn’t answer, Maisie knew she’d made a mistake by asking about Vanessa. Was it possible that Sylvia and Vanessa were friends? If so, Maisie had just tipped their hand about the real reason they were in Morton-on-Mare. If that were the case, Mr. Cummings would not be happy when he found out.
The ladies
in the stocks seemed to be having the time of their lives. The moaning and groaning competed with the sounds of spanking and sex. They competed for this. Why would they do that? She asked Sylvia that very question.
“One of the main things about this lifestyle is pleasure,” Sylvia said. “The dominant partner is in control. The obedient partner follows their lead. The passive one can orgasm when their Master allows it.”
Maisie didn’t want to say that she thought the whole thing was crazy. That sort of confrontation would not do any good right now.
“That doesn’t explain why a person would take part in a thing such as the hot box to be stuck in a stock, blindfolded and played with by every person in the house.”
“You’re not listening to what I’m saying,” Sylvia said. “The Dominant controls everything. He, or she, knows when their partner is ready to orgasm. But a person in the stock controls their own orgasms. It’s the ultimate prize.”
That made sense. She supposed if she were in the position of these people she would want to be able to spend at will, so she would have fought hard for a place in the stocks. It seemed strange that you had to control yourself to get here, and you could lose control once you were locked in place.
Somehow there was a strange correlation there with the lifestyle that Sylvia had just described to her, only in this case the stocks were the dominant partner. The ladies who were locked up seemed to be floating on the clouds. The expressions on their faces showed total ecstasy.
A large part of her wanted to know what it felt like, but there was no way she would put herself in that position. It was bad enough that Mr. Cummings had volunteered her to take part in his class tomorrow, and she had no idea what that entailed.
Still, she wondered if an orgasm this way would be different than one felt through the normal means. She hated to admit that climaxing did not come easily to her, and Elvin had worked hard to make sure she enjoyed their time together. The only way she achieved orgasm was by being on top, or by extreme stimulation to her clitoris.
The lady in the middle stock screamed in pleasure, and Maisie shivered. She hated to admit that her nipples were hard, again, and her clit pulsed with need.
“Could you have one delivered to our room, please?” Mr. Cummings’s request echoed in her ears. She hadn’t even known he was there. She hadn’t noticed him coming in; all she’d seen and heard was the sex going on around her.
“Of course,” Mr. Leslie replied. “Sylvia, see to it.”
“As you wish, Master,” she said. She ran off and Maisie turned her attention back to the main attraction, afraid that if she did not face away from Mr. Cummings he would read something into her expression, something that was true, but something she didn’t want him to know.
She knew she couldn’t countermand his order, because that would hurt their story, and she’d already done damage by asking about Vanessa. Whereas earlier she’d been intrigued about what it would feel like in the stocks, now she was frightened that he would lock her in, play with her—and she would like it.
It seemed larger in their suite than it had downstairs.
Maisie, still in her corset and transparent skirt, didn’t move, even though Mr. Cummings had ordered her to take off all her clothing.
“I can’t,” she said.
“You’re afraid I’ll see you naked?” He grinned wickedly. “Unless you have something that’s different from other women, I assure you I won’t be shocked.”
“It’s not the undressing,” she said. She didn’t need to finish her sentence because she knew he understood.
“You don’t want to admit that you’re intrigued,” he said. “I will make a deal with you, Maisie. You get into the stocks and give me half an hour. If you aren’t soaring by that time I will find someone else to take part in the class tomorrow. I know you’re nervous about it.”
Nervous didn’t come close to how she felt about taking part in a demonstration about dildos, when she’d never used one before, especially not one that was double ended.
“Will you be honest with me?” he asked.
“Very,” she replied.
“Was I wrong to see excitement on your face while your quim was being shaved.”
Oh, Maisie did not want to go here. She should have listened to him when they were back in Bath and not come here. She was not set for this sort of lifestyle.
“Was I wrong?” he asked again.
Keep your mouth shut, she told herself, right before she said, “No, you weren’t wrong.”
“You need to let me guide you,” he said.
“No,” she said. “I won’t test this piece of equipment.”
“You will do as I say,” he said.
Maisie glared at him. “We are not amongst the others at this house. I won’t obey you in this matter.”
“You will,” he said. “It’s a very straight forward piece of equipment. You step up behind it, put your hands and neck in the openings and I will lock you in place. Then we can play.”
“I didn’t enjoy what I saw downstairs,” she said. “I am not willing to do it.”
“I gave you an order,” he said. “I know you and Sylvia talked. The excitement you felt while you were following my commands to be denuded showed your excitement. You’ve talked yourself out of it since then. Now you will obey me. Get into position, or I will take matters into my own hands.”
“You’ll force me?”
“I prefer to think of it as giving you a push in the right direction,” he said. He sat down in a chair and crossed his legs. “If given the chance you would deny any feelings you’ve had. I don’t know if you think you’re being disloyal to your late husband, or if you’re frightened about it. I saw the difference between this afternoon and tonight, after you’d seen the stocks.”
“I am in charge of my own life,” she said.
“I am in charge of your body,” he said. “You agreed to obey me.”
“Not in private,” she said.
His gaze narrowed and he looked more than a little sinister, something she’d never noticed before.
“I expect you to respect my decision,” she said.
He sighed heavily. “Your decision changes from minute to minute. I’ve seen it in the looks on your face, and in the words you’ve used. Now, let’s get down to it, shall we?”
He started to stand, but before he was on his feet, Maisie shot past him toward the door. She wasn’t sure where she would go, she just knew she wasn’t going to willfully stick her head and wrists in the stocks and allow him to do whatever he wanted.
Unfortunately, her thoughts and the implementation of them didn’t quite come together. She hadn’t even grasped the doorknob when he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off her feet.
“Let me go!” she screamed.
He didn’t even seem to struggle as he carried her toward the stock. She started to kick, her feet meeting nothing but air as they crossed the floor.
“You can’t make me!”
But it turned out that he could. As much as she tried to fight him, he had her locked in the stocks in seconds flat. She tried to pull free, but the pain made her cry out, and go totally still.
“You’re frightening me,” she said. “Please, let me out.”
“Just relax,” he said, speaking much softer than he had before. “You can hurt yourself.”
She watched as he moved a chair in front of the stocks and sat down. That was a good sign. At least he wasn’t going to start beating her right away.
“Your heart is racing like you’ve just run around the yard,” he said. “You need to take a deep breath and relax.”
Maisie tried once more to pull free. She winced at the pain and then did something she had never planned. “I’m begging you. Please, do not do this. You do not have my permission.”
“I do,” he said. “Think back to what I said earlier. I’m just taking over.”
She wanted to say that she would report him to the authorities, but she knew
it would do no good. She was at this house of her own free will, and no one would believe her if she said he was forcing her.
“Why are you waiting?” she asked.
“I’m giving you a chance to get hold of yourself,” he said. “The pleasure you experience will be much more intense when you allow yourself to enjoy the experience.”
Maisie closed her eyes and counted to ten. When she opened them she saw that Mr. Cummings was gone from his seat. He was behind her now, stroking his hands up and down her back. How had he moved so quickly? And how had he done it without her hearing him?
Her breath caught in her throat as he started to pull the skirt from the corset. Whereas he’d torn it earlier, he was now taking his time. His actions calmed her down slightly, but she was still worried about what might come next.
When her bottom was bare he caressed it, and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips.
“Don’t spank me,” she pleaded.
“Don’t give me a reason to.” He continued to caress her. “Or perhaps a spanking would get you into the mood.”
Oh, how she wished she could go back to when she’d said she could take anything that happened while they were here. If she could go back to that day, and know what she knew now, she would change her mind and tell him to come by himself.
“You’re still shaking, but you’re not as nervous as you were,” he said.
“Please let me go,” she said.
He slapped her ass and she cried out. He slapped it again and said, “Be quiet.”
“I won’t!” Maisie yelled out the words, and then yelled them again, stomping her feet as if she were a child throwing a temper tantrum.
“If you’re going to misbehave I will have to take this in a totally different direction than what I was planning,” he said. “I wanted to give you only pleasure, but pain can work just as well if need be. Take your choice, Maisie.”
“My choice?” she spat out the words. “You said you were in charge. How is it that you’re asking for my choice? Who is changing their mind now?”
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