She closed her eyes, throwing her head back as she enjoyed the little show of tenderness. She then heard a bell ring and as she opened her eyes, she saw Marc enter the room. She was surprised to see him looking over at them as Natalie was having one of her breasts caressed by the mouth of her Mistress. Rather than give it much thought, she simply closed her eyes once again and continued to enjoy the sensations. She did not see her Mistress silently beckon Marc over and signal for him to help out with the other breast.
She felt his lips close down gently on her remaining breast and start to suck it gently. She opened her eyes and was shocked to see it was Marc on one breast with Lady Jo-Anne on the other. Her initial response was to want to pull back as she gathered her thoughts but she managed to resist that urge. She is a slave, she thought to herself. If he has been instructed by his Mistress… their Mistress to do this, she would have to accept what is happening… and it feels so delicious and decadent and kinky. Closing her eyes again, she smiled as little moans of pleasure escaped her lips.
After what felt like only a minute or so, her breasts were released and she felt a gentle breeze hit them, the wet skin making it feel cool and keeping her nipples hard. Lady Jo-Anne said, “It is time to prepare dinner. But I think I will give slave Natalie her mouth back before I send her out with you. Hopefully she has learned her lesson.” She unbuckled the various straps of the head harness that had been holding the gag so securely in place before withdrawing the gag. Just before it was totally out of Natalie’s mouth, it was reinserted and withdrawn a number of times. Lady Jo-Anne was taking great delight in fucking Natalie with the cock gag right in front of Marc with Natalie responding as required, effectively fellating the latex cock for their Mistress. Eventually, she withdrew it fully and handed it to Marc.
Looking at Natalie she said, “You may thank me now, slave.”
Natalie’s head was still spinning and she hesitated before replying, rapidly processing whether she was allowed to speak. Eventually, she said, “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you so much for allowing me to serve you.”
Lady Jo-Anne returned her attention to Marc and said, “Natalie can help you prepare dinner. I would like to eat at 8 o’clock.”
Marc bowed and replied, “Yes, Mistress,” before he slipped a finger through the ring on Natalie’s collar and raised it, forcing her to her feet. He then led her out to the kitchen.
When the kitchen door closed behind them, Marc released Natalie’s collar. He stopped and turned to her. “You are free to talk as required with me, or for that matter, Clair if she joins us. I am happy to discuss any aspect of my slavery or slavery in general with you, but we need to be focused on delivering Mistress her dinner on time. What happens later will depend totally on Mistress’s whim but I have a suspicion it might be a busy night, noting that your time is limited. The first thing you will do is to serve Mistress her pre-dinner drink, then come back immediately as we have lots to do.”
He poured two glasses of chilled white wine and just as Natalie was wondering how she was going to deliver these to her Mistress, he produced a tray with a number of straps and a chain attached to it. He wrapped the straps around her waist and cinched them up with the roller buckle that was fitted. Then he clipped the chain to the D-ring on her collar. She could then see that the tray was sitting flat, held against her belly by the straps and held horizontally by the chain connected from the front of the tray to her collar.
Placing the two glasses on the tray he said, “Be very careful. This is more difficult than it first seems, and you do not want to spill the drinks. Good luck.” He smiled at her as he opened the door and waited as she very carefully, and very nervously, moved out into the dining room where Lady Jo-Anne was still sitting where she had been earlier. Clair was on a cushion on the floor beside her.
Natalie made her way to stand in front of her Mistress, who was reading a book, and stopped. Lady Jo-Anne showed no sign of even noticing Natalie’s entrance although Natalie glanced down and saw Clair smiling and nodding appreciatively. After a few moments, Lady Jo-Anne looked up and without a word took both of the glasses, passing one to Clair and continued to ignore Natalie as she went back to her book. She didn’t know what to do and felt her anger rising at being ignored. She realized she wanted praise and direction for her efforts, but it was apparent she was not going to get it.
After a minute or so, she took the initiative to turn and return to the kitchen. She was flushed and her lips were pursed as she tried to maintain her composure. Marc unclipped the chain from her collar and undid the waist strap, removing the tray and placing it to one side before he released her arms. She immediately sighed with relief and started to move her arms to get the feeling back into them.
“Thank you, Marc,” she said as she continued to pout. He looked at her with slight bemusement tinged with understanding.
“Natalie, you are a slave. Get used to it. Discussion, praise, pleasure, pain, sex and anything else you may experience come at the whim of your Mistress. If you expect to get your ego stroked every time you do something that is simply a part of what you are here to do, you are in for a rude awakening. You need to adopt the attitude that in the absence of any other feedback, Mistress is satisfied with your performance.”
His face softened. “If it is any consolation, you will find that she will reward you in ways that will blow your mind if she is happy with what you are doing. She can read you better than you can read yourself and hence she will use all of the methods at her disposal to keep you craving more. If she is not satisfied, she will use similar methods to correct you and mold you into what she desires. I have been her slave for over four years now, and I have never wanted anything more in my life than to please her. Is it easy? No, not all the time but for me, the positives far outweigh the negatives. When you are released by her, you will then need to consider if this is what you want, or are prepared to accept from Sir James.”
“Yes. It is obvious that I have much to think about. I am sure it will give me pause for thought over the weekend,” Natalie replied. She was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she did not notice the quizzical look that Marc gave her in return.
At Marc’s direction, they got busy and prepared dinner for all four of them. Natalie was pleasantly surprised to find that they all ate together at the same table although Marc had informed her that this was not always the case. Sometimes he was expected to eat alone in the kitchen if she had other guests. If they were vanilla guests he would serve them all, dressed appropriately, usually in a butler’s outfit. If her dinner guests were part of the lifestyle, he would be dressed in something appropriately kinky to meet the flavor of the evening. It was also the case that he was sometimes fed in his cage if he was being punished for something, or if his Mistress simply had a whim for him to be locked away for a period.
After dinner, Marc and Natalie were excused in order to clean up after the meal. Marc was also given instructions to prepare Natalie for the next part of the evening’s activities. On hearing that, Natalie wondered what “preparation” was going to be required and what might happen to her. When they were back in the kitchen cleaning up, she asked Marc who just smiled at her before saying, “I am not in a position to tell you that. You will find out soon enough. Suffice to say that you need to remember your status as a slave and that you have no rights. What you receive, or don’t receive, will be at the whim of your Mistress.”
Natalie thought about that and a shiver ran through her as the possibilities flooded her mind. How far will this go? What will her limits be? Will she call her safe word? Will she want to call her safe word?
When they had completed their chores, Marc approached Natalie and grasping one wrist, he spun her around, grabbed her remaining wrist and pulled it behind her, and she heard the click of the lock as her arms were secured. He then slipped a blindfold over her head, and as he slipped a finger through the ring on her collar, he said softly, “Come with me.”
She was given no choice as he
pulled her along, guiding her around the house, pausing to pass through two doors. When they were inside the second room, he spun her around once again and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing his body hard up against her. With her hands joined behind her back, she could feel Marc’s chastity device bulging against the thin material of his shorts. Instinctively, she used her fingers to explore the bulge, quickly realizing that he could not feel a thing because of the hard plastic barrier between her fingers and his imprisoned cock.
“Now, to secure you in accordance with Mistress’s instructions… open… exposed… helpless,” he breathed into her ear. Hearing that, she went weak at the knees, and he had to take some of her weight. Although she was already aroused, she felt that special rush as her body prepared itself for what might follow, and she knew it would soon be obvious to anyone that cared to look that she was highly aroused. Her nipples hardened as she hoped desperately that he would touch them… give them just a little bit of attention, but she was disappointed. He walked her over to a padded table. Releasing her, he unlocked her wrists and instructed her to sit up on the table, leaving her legs hanging over the end of the bench. She complied and he grasped her shoulders and lowered her onto the cool leather bench top.
She felt the first strap go over her torso just below her breasts, and she gasped a little as it was pulled tight, holding her firmly against the bench top. Another strap soon followed, just above her breasts, giving her even less opportunity for movement. Then her wrist cuffs were clipped to eyebolts on the side of the bench, preventing her from moving them more than about half an inch. She then felt Marc doing something with her ankles and realized he had taken the legs of her harem pants and he was pulling them down, removing what little modesty she had remaining. Then she felt something being attached to one ankle before Marc unceremoniously forced her legs apart wide and her remaining ankle was attached to another fitting.
She tried to close her legs but found she could not do so. She worked out there was a bar between her legs as he then raised the bar and clipped it onto something before she heard the clicking of a chain hoist and she felt her legs being raised higher and higher. When her butt was just off the bench, the clicking stopped. She twisted and turned and found her legs could move but they would not come together at all. She was open and exposed and she was wondering what Marc was up to as she yearned for some sort of touch.
Sensing he had moved around the table, she then felt clamps closing on her nipples. They were not particularly strong but they were enough to keep her attention focused on her predicament and her inability to protect herself from whatever Marc chose to do. Although she felt guilty at having these thoughts, she was hoping he would touch her… caress her… hurt her… do something to relieve her. She heard the dungeon door open and the voice of her Mistress.
“Come Clair. Let’s see what we have to play with this evening.”
“Oh yes, Mistress. She looks very enticing there, all hot and helpless,” Clair replied.
Natalie felt her blindfold being removed and she looked around in the dim light of the dungeon to see her three tormentors standing, staring down at her. It was Clair who had removed the blindfold and she was leaning over Natalie’s face as her hands grasped Natalie’s breasts, gently holding and squeezing them without touching her nipple clamps. Clair was topless and Natalie found herself looking directly into Clair’s breasts, with the nipple of one just grazing Natalie’s mouth.
It was Lady Jo-Anne who spoke first. “Suck it, Natalie. I want to hear Clair moan with pleasure.”
Natalie took Clair’s nipple into her mouth and gently sucked it, and it wasn’t long before Clair responded, little moans escaping her mouth. She then withdrew her breast and gave Natalie the other one to continue with. At the same time, Lady Jo-Anne had stepped forward and was standing near Natalie’s exposed pussy. She was holding a small latex flogger and she commenced using it on Natalie’s vulva. The shock of the first stroke caused Natalie to startle and her pelvis jerked within the limitations of her bondage. Natalie let out a half squeal/half moan and Clair simply lowered herself harder down onto Natalie, forcing her to suck her breast harder and partially gagging her at the same time.
Lady Jo-Anne continued with the small flogger and each little latex strand felt like a stinging nettle as it landed on Natalie’s vulva. It felt like she was being attacked by a swarm of little insects that were hurting her but at the same time increasing her arousal. She knew she could not stop it and so she was achieving relief by sucking on Clair’s breast as Clair continued to gently manipulate her breasts, alternating between pleasure, pain and sometimes more pain. Natalie never knew what was coming next and this only served to heighten her senses and increase her arousal. She then felt one hard stoke with the flogger causing her to squeal loudly around Clair’s breast, before a hand closed over her whole vulva and began gently rocking.
It wasn’t long before the pain of the flogger was forgotten and Natalie was moaning with pleasure. Clair withdrew her breast and stood, looking down at Natalie as she looked around at Marc and her Mistress whose hand was working her vulva. It felt totally surreal to be bound to a bench, exposed and helpless, and having three people watching her intently as she was taken to the edge of orgasm. Just as she was about to go over the top, the manipulation ceased, and Natalie released a moan of utter frustration, trying to thrust her pelvis upwards…seeking the hand of her Mistress.
Lady Jo-Anne had gone over to Marc, and she was removing his chastity device. As soon as she slid it off him, his hard cock sprang upwards and was plain to see. She then drew him around to Natalie’s exposed pussy and after making quite a show of carefully rolling a latex condom down his throbbing shaft, gently pushed him in against her. His cock was sliding up and down between her slick labia lips, and Natalie could see the bulbous head of his circumcised shaft, distorted through the translucent latex sheaf, approaching and retreating with each thrust. She was torn. As desperate as she was for release, she did not want anyone except Sir James to be the one who used her that way.
Lady Jo-Anne commenced paddling Marc as he was thrusting at Natalie. Each time she hit him his response was to thrust harder against Natalie as he gasped in response to the impact of the paddle. Clair lowered her head and whispered to Natalie, “You want him to impale you, Natalie. Don’t you? You want him to fuck you. Don’t you? You yearn for his hard cock to be inside you. I can tell you from experience that he really knows how to use that cock of his… knows how to reach every single part of you.”
Natalie did not know how to respond. She was so close to coming without being fucked. Just being in this surreal situation was overloading her brain and as Clair was whispering in her ear, she didn’t know how much more she could take.
“Natalie, just beg him to fuck you. Tell him how much you want his hard cock deep inside you. Go on. Tell him you slut!”
Natalie was moaning. She desperately wanted relief. She wanted a cock inside her but she wanted it to be Sir James. Her mouth opened to say the words. Clair continued to urge her. Marc’s thrusts were getting harder and faster and he was grunting with each hit from the paddle. Finally, Natalie could take it no longer. She had to respond.
“Please. Oh please…” she whispered.
Natalie was almost delirious with pent up frustration. In her helpless state, she was being relentlessly teased… brought to the brink and then denied. She was past the point of being in control of her feelings and emotions as her three tormentors continued working on her… pushing her… testing her.
“Please… oh please, Mistress… oh fuck,” she begged.
The paddling stopped, and Marc was pulled back by the collar. As he was pushed to one side, Natalie heard the words that she cherished and yet dreaded at the same time.
“Not tonight, slave. As much as I would take pleasure in watching Marc fuck you, I must honor your commitment to Sir James. Unfortunately, for you, that means you will go to sleep tonight, somewhat frustrated,”
said Lady Jo-Anne as she peered down into Natalie’s eyes.
Chapter 15 – Caged in chastity
Natalie breathed a sigh of relief that she did not have to make the decision on whether Marc was going to fuck her, nonetheless, she closed her eyes and let out a wail of frustration. She managed to resist the overwhelming urge to say anything, praying to herself that her Mistress was only teasing her and that in a moment she would continue the stimulation and allow Natalie the release she was so desperately yearning for.
“It is time for you to be put to bed for the night as I have other plans. Clair, can you pass me Natalie’s chastity device please? Marc, release her lower strap and raise her butt a little higher for me then get her sleeping suit and her personal protection.”
Clair went to a drawer and withdrew a device unlike anything Natalie had seen before. She handed it to Lady Jo-Anne and she held it up for Natalie to see. It looked like it was made of some sort of hard plastic and it was made in two parts that were joined by a hinge. When she closed the device, Natalie could see exactly what it was and how it would work, and she was intrigued. When it was fitted to her, it would lock around her waist although it was high cut to go over the top of her hips. The front of it completely covered her vulva with only small holes front and back for her to take care of her bodily functions. She looked Natalie in the eye and smiled slightly.
Realizing the ramifications, Natalie began struggling within her bonds, twisting her hips around wildly but achieving nothing in the process. “Noooooooo,” she wailed. “Mistress, please may I speak?” she asked urgently.
“You may,” replied Lady Jo-Anne.
“Mistress, I… er… I was… uh… When are you going to release me? I was expecting to be home tonight?”
“Slave, you will be released when I choose to do so. You do not need to work until Monday morning so I have plenty of time to make up my mind. This will give you a real taste of what slavery can be like.”
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