by Nicola Diaz
Her time with Lawrence Grevel was not as hard as she’d feared, but still no picnic. Most of the time, he wanted her to kneel at his feet so he had a footrest, or fetch him things from his shelves, or other rooms. She watched with keen interest as he conducted business meetings and suddenly realized how she’d been caught. The man was shrewd, calculating, and absolutely heartless. If something had potential for profit, he would not let it go, and he was ruthless in its pursuit. Over time, she actually grew to respect his mind and approach.
This happy state of affairs continued for weeks that stretched into months. Every now and then, Jenna would make some small mistake and he’d subject her to the chair. She would be strapped in and he’d proceed to use his hands, or sometimes a strip of heavy, coated canvas, to restrict her breathing. He always counted transgressions, and he always delivered exactly the same number of punishments. Before long, Jenna learned to not fight it. It was easier, faster, and far less uncomfortable if she just submitted to it. Sometimes, he would use a cane, or thin stick to administer a quick, stinging swat on her ass or legs.
She was surprised when after nearly six months, as she delivered his morning coffee, he was already dressed and had a cup in his hand. “Let’s go to your room, shall we?” Before Jenna could protest, he walked through the connecting door into her room. Her coffee cup sat on the table, still steaming. He simply nodded and turned to Jenna. His face cold and hard. “Meet me in the ballroom, immediately.”
He turned on his heel and walked out, leaving Jenna confused. Was he mad over the coffee? She hadn’t screwed up lately. She made her way to the ballroom slowly, but he wasn’t there yet. She took up her usual spot standing next to his chair and waited. And waited. And waited.
After what felt like an eternity, he came into the room, quietly shutting and latching the doors behind him. He crossed over to Jenna, his face a mask of hard lines. “Strip, and do not even think to argue with me today.”
Jenna was stunned. He’d never had her get naked before. She fumbled, started to say something, ask a question, but he shushed her with a wave of his hand. Her hands shook as she took off her clothes, finally standing before him completely naked. He took her hand and led her to a large table covered with black plasticy looking stuff and made her lie down. He cuffed her hands and feet, then placed belts over her thighs, and one at her waist so she could not move, or close her legs.
“Young Tommy works in the greenhouse.” He spoke softly, his voice tinged with menace. “You know young Tommy, don’t you. It seems he’s quite smitten with you. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that rather than doing the work you were assigned, as a contracted slave in my household, you had used flirtation and sex appeal to con a nice young man into doing the work for you. No… I couldn’t believe you would do that. You’ve been so good, so tractable. We’ve had so few problems since those first days. Then I thought about the coffee. I knew about the coffee from the very first. What harm could it be, I thought. You were still getting the job done. You’d just found a creative solution that I hadn’t thought of. Smart. Crafty. Sneaky, but technically only barely out of bounds. The greenhouse? Well… that’s not the same thing, is it?”
He slipped a blindfold over her eyes, “We’re going to have a little discussion. And you’re going to either really hate it, or really enjoy it. The choice is yours.”
Without sight, she could still hear him moving around the room. She heard a box open, some soft sounds as he pulled things out of the box and placed them on another table. Then cold, sticky sensations as he stuck things on her skin.
“Ugh! What is that?!” it came out involuntarily. She hadn’t meant to ask the question. She braced herself for the sting of a cane strike or some other quick punishment. Instead, he chuckled.
“This is sort of like a TENS unit, Jenna. It passes electrical current into your muscles, forcing them to contract.” He stuck another pair of the sticky things high up on her inner thighs, and two more just above her pubic bone. “It can be very pleasurable, or very painful. We’re going to see how honest, and how contrite you are.”
She felt slight tugging, then the drape of wires over her body. Then nothing for a moment.Then slowly, she felt it. The sensation started out as a slight tingle on her thighs, like the pins and needles feeling when your leg goes to sleep. Then it increased until her leg muscles were contracting hard, pulsing with each burst. It wasn’t really painful, just really intense and mildly uncomfortable. Then it stopped suddenly. The tingling started on her arms, each bicep began twitching. Jenna started trying to count all the spots where he’d stuck things on her skin. Her arms, her legs, her shoulders, breasts, butt, and… just as she
recalled it, she felt the pulling sensation just above her pubic bone.
It pulsed lightly a few times, then stopped. Then began to pulse in increasing waves of intensity. Each pulse sent shocks of current through her entire groin. The muscle contractions actually pulled her clit up each time. The pulses sped up and suddenly, he added the ones that were high up on her thighs.
It didn’t take Jenna long before she was feeling very aroused. Then came the zap of a sharp electrical shock on her upper thigh. The pulsing kept going, uninterrupted, but now he had something else as well. It felt like a sharp, fast sting and it made a zappy noise when he used it on her other thigh. She tensed up, fearing more, but it was just the pleasant pulsing in her groin.
“So, tell me Jenna,” his voice was low, a threatening growl. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out about this? Really? This is my household. These people are in my employ. What did you think would happen?”
Jenna thought quickly, trying to come up with some answer that wouldn’t get her in more trouble. But she was too distracted by the pulsing that had been slowly ramping up and up and up until her clit was throbbing and her pussy soaking wet. Failing to come up with anything, she settled on honesty, stammering out an explanation.
“I… oh, ummm… I figured I could get away with doing as little as possible, so long as the job got done. Tommy’s nice, I wasn’t being mean to him or anything.”
“No,” the stinging thing hit her upper arm this time, “but you were leading him on a bit.” Jenna heard the sharp crackling, buzzing sound seconds before the sharp sting landed on her inner thigh, then again on her hip, and finally, a third sting just above the pads on her pubic bone. She let out a loud yelp at that one.
Still, the pulsing continued, and despite the pain of the stings, Jenna was getting really turned on. Her breath was coming in shallow, ragged pants and she could feel the wetness on the table beneath her.
“Jenna, I find myself at a loss. You’ve proven you can handle some level of pain, even humiliation, and choking you until you pass out doesn’t seem to faze you any more. What am I to do to punish you? I’ve contemplated this for days, until the perfect solution finally hit me.”
His chuckle was like ice through her veins, scaring her at the same time it made her shiver in anticipation. “What’s the one thing you do not want? Why, the very same thing you were teasing poor Tommy with, of course! You are about to be used Jenna, in every way I can possibly imagine. And you may think you’ll close your eyes and just take it, but you’ll be wrong. You will have orgasms, many of them, so many you feel you can’t take any more. And then you’ll have more. Because I gave them to you. Because I made them happen. Because I own every single part of your body right now, and I will use it as I see fit.”
She felt his fingers brush over her wet pussy lips, “You may say you don’t want that. You may claim that sex is the last thing you want from me, but your body betrays you, Jenna. Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you. You won’t experience my cock at all. Not in your hand, your mouth, or your pussy. Not even in your ass. But I will use all your holes.”
She felt unexpected pressure on her asshole as he pushed something hard and round into her. She tried clamping down to keep it out, but he just pushed harder, and it was well lubed. “These are beautiful bea
ds, Jenna. I’ll have to show them to you later. They’re smooth as silk, hand carved from some exotic wood. Each one is a little bigger than the last, which makes them very easy to put in… and very interesting to pull out.” He pushed a second bead into her ass, slowly working the ball in. “I think one ball for each month of cheating, Jenna. That means the whole strand, including the very big one that’s thicker than my cock. But I think you can take it.”
The third bead slipped into her ass. Jenna began to whimper as he pressed the fourth bead against her anus and began to push. She cried out as the fifth bead went in, already feeling stuffed full, but he pressed the sixth and final bead against her ass and added more lube. He stopped the electric pulsing to insert the sixth bead. His fingers worked the bead slowly in circles, pressing inward gently, but insistently. She felt her ass stretch around it, felt it slide in, pushing the other beads deeper into her rectum.
Suddenly, the electric pulsing began again and Jenna’s body began to quiver. He turned on another set of pads, one on either side of her anus, and she felt her body clench involuntarily around the beads. He adjusted the pulses so all three happened at the same time, and Jenna started gasping. She couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or overwhelming intensity.
She felt something cold and hard pressing into her pussy. “Oh, no! There’s no room! Please…” He just chuckled as she continued to whine and beg for him to stop. “Please, don’t,” she panted. The thing was cold. It felt hard. It felt huge. But he ignored her and slid it in. It was a tight fit. Jenna screamed as the thing slid deep into her pussy.
“I like it when you beg,” he whispered in her ear, twisting the cold thing in her pussy. “Like the cold, Jenna? It’s metal, it will warm up very quickly. But there’s something else about metal that makes it really fun to play with…”
Jenna’s whole body twitched as the pulsing intensified, and was joined by another pulsing deep in her pussy. The dildo was wired as well, and her pussy was clenching around it in time with everything else.
Jenna’s body continued twitching and she had a hard time catching her breath. It hit suddenly, an intense wave that shook her whole body. She cried out loud as the orgasm ripped through her whether she wanted it or not. She was barely aware of him pulling on the string for the anal beads until the first one came out as a second orgasm hit her. Her whole body was alive in ways she’d never felt before. Each time an orgasm would start to fade, he’d pull another bead out and it would start the whole cycle again.
As the final bead came out, he increased the intensity on the pads over her pubic bone and the dildo in her pussy and Jenna thought she was going to explode with the force of the orgasm. Finally, he turned everything off and she laid back exhausted.
He pulled the blindfold off and she blinked in the light. His face was not kind. “You disappointed me Jenna. I thought better of you. You are no longer working in the greenhouse. The hours you used to work there will now be spent either with Mrs. French or myself. Since pain doesn’t seem to get through to you, I’ll keep trying until I find something that does. Someone will be in to help you out of this. You will go to your room and clean up. Your breakfast will be waiting for you there. When you are done, report to Mrs. French for your duties.”
He walked out of the room, leaving her still bound to the table. Eventually, one of the staff girls came in and removed all the pads, then released the belts and cuffs. Jenna asked for a towel, or a robe, or her clothes, or something, but the girl only shook her head and told her Mr. Grevel had instructed that Jenna be released and sent directly to her room.
Jenna walked through the house naked, crossing through the main rooms to the stair, and finally up to her room. The staff did not turn away, but instead stopped what they were doing to openly watch her on her way. She barely made it to her room before the tears hit. She’d been doing so well, and now this.
She showered and put on fresh clothes. Her entire body was still humming from the experience. She hadn’t wanted to enjoy that, in fact, she’d tried to fight it, but her body betrayed her. She touched her clit, it was still swollen and sensitive. Finally, she went down to meet Mrs. French.
The housekeeper greeted her coldly and told her she would be expected to report every morning and every afternoon for her duties. “If Mr. Grevel is not using you, then you are to come directly to me.” That day, she put Jenna in a small room by herself and set her to work polishing silver. Lawrence wasn’t at lunch, and Mrs. French had Jenna continue on the silver for the entire afternoon.
He was at dinner, though he barely spoke and seemed distracted. After dinner, he instructed Jenna to go to her room, shower, put on a robe and meet him in the ballroom. Not wanting to cause further problems, Jenna did as he instructed, taking extra care in the shower, and making sure she looked as pretty as possible in the fluffy terry robe.
“Drop the robe, Jenna,” he instructed when she walked into the ballroom. He pointed at a padded bench-like piece of furniture and instructed her to kneel on it and bend over the rail. He cuffed her wrists and ankles in place.
“Jenna, I spoke with Tommy, and he completely understands what happened. He’s a smart young man. I’ve asked him to be here to witness this part of your punishment. You flirted with him, though he says you never promised sex, you implied it. I think it only fitting that he be allowed to observe your punishment for this transgression.”
Jenna turned her head and saw Tommy walking into the room. He pulled up a chair and sat watching her. “Wait,” she gasped at Lawrence. “Wait, I thought this morning… wasn’t I already punished… wait!”
“Jenna, this morning was for shirking your duties for six months. You still need to be punished for your behavior toward Tommy. It was inappropriate and manipulative as well as being dishonest. We haven’t even begun to discuss your punishment for lying to me.”
He tuned to Tommy, “Why don’t you choose the implements?” Tommy walked to a table she couldn’t see and pointed at a few items. Lawrence nodded each time, then sent Tommy back to his chair. Jenna felt Lawrence’s hands on her, slathering cold lube over her pussy and ass.
Then she felt a huge piece of ice-cold steel pressed into her pussy. Her body shuddered at the temperature, the cold metal was so big and solid inside her it made her shiver. Lawrence worked the dildo in and out, pumping it slowly at first, then faster and harder. It warmed up slowly, and soon Jenna was arching her back into each thrust. Then he stopped and the dildo withdrew.
More lube and the dildo was pressed into her ass. She clenched, unsure if she could handle anything that size, but he pressed forward. She finally relaxed and felt the dildo stretching her asshole wide. He worked it in and kept pushing deeper and deeper until she couldn’t take any more of it. Then he slowly slid it out and back in, fucking her ass with the big steel rod. He kept it slow and smooth until her body loosened up. Finally, her ass unclenched and he changed his grip, shoving the dildo hard into her ass until his hand smacked into her skin. He pulled back and thrust again and again and again, each time harder and harder.
Jenna had never really liked anal before and she was surprised at how good this felt. The smooth steel sliding against her skin, the pressure of the huge dildo. She arched her back, wanting it harder, deeper, and he obliged. His other hand grabbed her hair and pulled her head back while he continued fucking her ass with the steel dildo and Jenna realized she was about to cum when he suddenly stopped.
The dildo was pulled out and Jenna felt empty. That sensation didn’t last long, as the next thing she felt was smooth and slippery, pressing into her ass and pussy at the same time. She gasped as she felt the pressure.
“Isn’t that delightful?” He laughed. “Glass, U-shaped, so I can do this.” He pushed and both ends slid deep into her holes, stretching her wide. Then he grabbed the end and began thrusting hard and fast. Jenna pushed back against him with each thrust, enjoying the sensation of deep, double penetration. Lawrence answered by thrusting harder and deeper with each stroke
until she was gasping, panting, and crying out in pleasure. Just as she was about to orgasm, he stopped and shifted to shallow, short strokes until she calmed down. Then he returned to the deep, hard thrusts.
He kept up the pattern, fucking her hard, deep and fast until she was about to cum, then stopping and waiting until her body calmed down before starting up again. After several rounds, he turned to Tommy, “What do you think, Tommy? Does she deserve to have an orgasm? Your choice.” He pulled the dildo out entirely, and waited for Tommy’s response. When Tommy shook his head, he shrugged and set the dildo aside.
“Tommy said no,” he leaned down to her. “Seems you may have miscalculated in who to manipulate, Jenna. Thank you, Tommy, that will be all.” He waited for Tommy to leave before turning back to Jenna. “You have another six months of service here, Jenna. Tomorrow we will discuss your punishment for lying to me, and we’ll make plans for your remaining six months. Do not masturbate tonight, Jenna. You are not to have an orgasm unless I give it to you. And don’t think I won’t know.”
He walked out again, leaving her cuffed down and waiting until one of the staff came along and released her. Once again, she had to walk naked through the house to her room. Her body ached from the big dildo and she wanted an orgasm. But she was afraid to play with herself. He’d know, somehow she knew he would.
She took his coffee to him the next morning, then went down to the kitchen for her own. At breakfast, he was polite and professional, then he sent her off to work with Mrs. French. She spent the morning folding laundry, then had lunch alone and helped Mrs. French dust the entire library that afternoon. He was absent at dinner as well, and she wondered whether she’d have the evening free. Then he showed up just as dinner was being cleared away. He beckoned her to his study.
