by Anna Cundell
It was still dark, though light was filtering in around the frame of the door. Clare laid still, thinking about everything that had happened the previous night, and feeling an instant twinge of arousal she instinctively slipped a hand between her legs and held herself. Still drowsy she closed her eyes again and lay in the dark enjoying the sensations.
She must have just drifted off to sleep again, because the noise of the key turning in the lock disturbed her with a start. The light flicked on and a tray of food was pushed across the floor before the door closed and locked again.
Clare got to her feet. She went into the bathroom to pee, then took a shower. She dried herself with a white towel then sat on the bed and ate the toast and fruit and drunk the orange juice with relish.
It was difficult to understand what had happened to her during the previous night. What had happened was so far beyond anything she had experienced before, or ever imagined experiencing, that she found it hard to come to terms with. The outré clothes, the gothic country house setting, the scarlet room and the mechanical chair all gave it a bizarre, dreamlike quality. But Clare knew very well that nothing she had experienced was a dream. It was all too real and her body had the marks to prove it. As well as her tender labia, her nipples were extremely sensitive and there were light red stripes across her breasts where Ms Fellowes had whipped them. And just as indelible as the physical marks her mind kept playing through the memories of the extremes of sexual pleasure she had felt, the truly shattering orgasms, quite unlike anything she’d experienced before.
The question was why the treatment she’d received, from the whipping in the van to the extreme bondage of the mechanical chair, had given her such undeniable and apparently limitless pleasure. It was difficult to accept that she had some deep-seated psychological need to be submissive. She could never remember having any sort of sexual fantasy about that in her life. It was true to say that she had always preferred the man to be on top when making love, and that she had never really taken the initiative in bed, always letting the man set the agenda as to what they did, but surely that was not a sign that she really wanted to be a sex slave.
Then she remembered Richard Marriot. She’d met Richard at a party when she was twenty-one. He was rich, extremely attractive and sure of himself – and also married. He had cornered her, told her quite bluntly that she was as attracted to him as he was to her, and suggested she became his mistress. She found herself agreeing with him, and a week later, on a Friday night, he picked her up at her flat and drove her to an expensive country hotel. They went straight to their room and didn’t come out for forty-eight hours.
It was the best sex she’d ever had. He was strong and athletic and had remarkable stamina. But now she remembered something else about him. On that first night in their room at the hotel, after they’d had dinner delivered by room service, they started horsing around again and Clare played hard to get, dodging around the room with Richard chasing her. It hadn’t taken him long to catch her, and he threw her facedown on the bed and held her there, then told her she was a very naughty girl and had to be spanked. So he spanked her quite hard, making her buttocks sting and turn a blotchy red. Then he turned her over and fucked her long and hard, and she had the most explosive orgasm – not once, but several times.
She then went out of her way to be ‘naughty’ for the rest of the weekend and he spanked her three or four more times, each time making her desperate for sex and ending in a shattering orgasm.
Why had her mind suppressed that memory for the last few years? She was sure Dr Hammer would tell her that forgetting Richard Marriot so completely was significant in itself. She’d clearly been uneasy about it even at the time, because the affair didn’t last. She had felt so guilty about his wife that she told him she couldn’t see him again. But perhaps it wasn’t guilt, after all. Was it in fact because he’d come close to touching a deeply buried part of her psyche that she didn’t want to face up to?
The extraordinary thing was that now she had remembered what had happened the memory was really graphic. She could hear the noise of his palm smacking her flesh and feel the way her buttocks tingled and, most of all, what the spanking had done to her sexually so that when he rolled her onto her back and fucked her, she was ready and wet for him. God, she realised she was getting wet now, just thinking about it, her vagina molten, her juices seeping between her thighs.
The effect of the lesbian experiences was a different matter, though. If she really had a deep-seated desire to be a submissive she supposed she could kid herself that her body had already been so wired by being in bondage that her reactions to Mandy, Su Li and Ms Fellowes had been inevitable; it wouldn’t have mattered whether male or female had touched her as long as someone had. But the more she thought about it the more she knew that wasn’t true. With Mandy and Su Li there was no point denying that an essential element of her profound excitement was the fact that a female was touching her intimately. And with Ms Fellowes she had to be honest and admit that, after her initial apprehension, it was precisely because she was performing cunnilingus for the first time that she’d been so incredibly turned on.
A key turning in the door again interrupted her musings. It opened and Jade walked in. She was wearing a bra in black leather, and tiny hot pants in the same material. The bra was snug and moulded her small breasts into a plunging cleavage, and the pants smoothed to her buttocks like a second skin. Her legs were covered in black leather stockings from the ankle to mid-thigh, with a cross-hatching of laces on the outer side pulling them skin-tight. She wore high-heeled patent leather ankle boots, and again she was carrying the nylon holdall.
‘Have you had a shower?’ she asked, with no pleasantries. Clare nodded. ‘Good, there’s clothes in here. Put them on.’ She dropped the holdall on the bed. ‘You’re required.’
‘Required?’ Clare asked.
‘I warn you about asking questions.’
Clare opened the holdall and took out a set of white cotton overalls and a pair of black high heels. There was no underwear. She stepped into the overalls and pulled them up over her body. They had a velcro strip that fastened up the front, and were baggy and ill-fitting. The elegant court shoes, on the other hand, fitted perfectly. They looked completely out of place with the overalls. ‘Can I have a brush for my hair?’ she asked.
‘I give you a word of advice,’ the lovely Asian said ominously. ‘You keep talking out of turn they going to gag you, and I can tell you wearing a gag all day is not pleasant. So keep mouth shut. Now, just follow me.’
Feeling it prudent to say no more, Clare followed the girl out into the corridor. She half expected her to stop outside the door and fit her into some sort of bondage, but Jade did not pause and walked straight to the lift. In such an outfit Clare wondered if she was going to be put to work cleaning or doing some other domestic chores.
Upstairs on the ground floor they emerged into the impressive hall. Outside it was already a bright and sunny morning, despite still being early. Through a window Clare glimpsed the circular gravel drive, landscaped lawns, and the van she’d been brought to the house in parked by the front door.
Jade led her along the hall towards Dr Hammer’s study, and Clare’s heart sunk; surely she wasn’t going to be taken to see the doctor looking like she did?
Jade knocked on the study door. ‘Wait here,’ she said, then immediately turned and walked away.
The door opened. ‘Come in,’ Dr Hammer said. ‘Close the door behind you.’
Clare did as she was told. The doctor sat down behind his large desk and she stood in front of him, instinctively lowering her eyes respectfully.
‘Well, Ms Mason, I understand from Jacqueline that you are already responding to treatment. Is that a fair assessment?’
‘Yes, doctor,’ she said. After all the restrictions on talking she found it hard to adopt a normal tone.
The doctor picked up a remote control on his desk and pointed it at a large television in one corner. The screen flicked into life, and Clare immediately recognised the scene: it was the scarlet room she’d been taken to the previous night. The door opened and an elegant woman in a figure-hugging red corset that lifted and exposed her breasts, champagne-coloured stockings and precipitously high heels with arms bound behind her back was led into the room by Ms Fellowes. Clare recognised herself immediately.
The doctor rocked back in his leather chair, putting his feet up on the desk, watching as Su Li strapped Clare into the chair. ‘Fascinating, don’t you think?’ he said.
Clare felt herself blush as the mechanics of the chair whirred, her legs parted and her sex became exposed.
‘Well now,’ the doctor said, swinging his legs off the desk and pushing a button on the remote control. The picture froze as Su Li was just about to lower her mouth to Clare’s sex. ‘Tell me what you’ve learned in the last forty-eight hours, Ms Mason.’
‘Learned?’ Clare asked, unsure what he wanted to hear.
‘Yes, about yourself.’
‘Well I… it seems… I…’ Clare stumbled to find the right words; it was difficult to admit the truth. ‘I think you’re right: I have been suppressing my… my sexuality.’ She looked up at him for the first time. His deep brown eyes met her steadily. She remembered how he’d touched her the night before, eyeing her naked breasts, touching her nipples and caressing the satin panties. She’d been disappointed that he’d then brushed her aside, but she was sure he’d been attracted to her. She’d seen it in his eyes. But today his attitude seemed totally different, more professional and detached, and she wished she’d been given something more prepossessing to wear. She wished he could see her dressed like a whore again, bound and ready to please him in any way he cared to demand.
‘Good,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘That is good. Your sleeping patterns have been monitored since you’ve been here and have shown a significant improvement. Would you agree with that?’
‘Yes, doctor, I think so.’
Dr Hammer smiled again. ‘Good. That is encouraging. I have watched the tape…’ He gestured towards the television, ‘and I think my initial diagnosis was quite correct. Now we have to explore your sexual nature in detail. We have to discover exactly how deeply ingrained your submissiveness is. In order for you to complete the treatment you must undergo a further series of obedience tests. Or put in rather more emotive and unscientific language, what this amounts to is that you will be a slave. Do you understand me?’
‘I… I think so.’
‘Have you had sexual experiences with women before?’
‘No, doctor.’
‘I see.’ He nodded as he contemplated this. ‘At one point…’ He picked up the remote, which also controlled the video recorder underneath the television, and rewound the tape until he found the point he was looking for. Ms Fellowes was pulling up her skirt and lowering herself onto Clare’s face.
‘No please, no,’ Clare heard herself say. ‘Please don’t ask me to do that.’
‘At one point you appear to find the idea distasteful.’ He stopped the tape again.
‘Yes doctor, but I…’
His eyes narrowed and he looked at her intently, so intently she felt herself blushing. ‘Go on, this is very important.’
‘I, well, Ms Fellowes told me that if I didn’t do as she said?’
‘If you didn’t obey?’
‘Yes. She told me I would be sent away.’
‘And you didn’t want that?’
‘No, doctor.’
‘Good. What Ms Fellowes was doing last night,’ he smiled, revealing regular white teeth, ‘under my instructions, was to point out to you that the treatment is entirely voluntary and relies upon your co-operation. So before we proceed I must ask again if you wish to continue.’
Clare realised this was the reason she’d been brought to his office without being restrained by any bondage and in such an unflattering garment. It was a way of telling her that for the time being at least her free will had been returned to her. No doubt if she told Dr Hammer that she did not want to go on the white van was ready to take her back to her front door. But that was not what she wanted. If anything, the idea horrified her more than she could believe. ‘Yes, I do,’ she said as firmly as possible.
‘Very well,’ the doctor said without betraying the least emotion. He operated the remote control and the picture on the television died, and then he picked up the phone and punched in a single number. ‘All right, you can come and get her.’
Clare wanted to ask him a hundred questions but knew instinctively that she was no longer free to do so, so she bowed her head and stood perfectly still. If Dr Hammer wanted her to be submissive, she wanted to show him she was going to play the role with conviction.
But Dr Hammer had picked up a file on his desk and was reading it, ignoring her as if she had ceased to exist. The door of the study opened and Jade reappeared, carrying a pair of metal handcuffs.
‘Hands behind your back,’ she said, and without question Clare obeyed, feeling the cold metal tighten around her wrists. Her brief period of freedom was over – and she found herself breathing a sigh of relief.
Jade took her arm, not at all gently, and led her out of the room.
They passed the grand staircase and went along another hallway, which led to what looked like an annex that had been added to the house recently. They reached a pair of plain doors with porthole windows, which Jade pushed open and they entered a small gymnasium. There were treadmills, rowing machines, wall-bars and medicine balls. Four women and two men were there, performing a variety of exercises. Two of the women wore white high-cut briefs and sports bras, while the other two who were both much plumper, wore what looked like rubber tracksuits, tightly cinched at their wrists and ankles. The men wore tiny triangles of material that barely covered their genitals. Clare recognised Mandy, who was one of the women in the tracksuits, and Carlo.
Su Li, who was dressed in the same style black leather bra and hot pants as Jade, was supervising the six. She patrolled the room checking the progress of her charges on the machines, carrying a leather whip with a braided handle.
‘Put this on, quick, quick,’ Jade said. She unlocked Clare’s handcuffs and handed her a pair of briefs and a bra identical to what the other two women were wearing. Clare hesitated, aware of the men’s eyes watching her. ‘Come on,’ Jade chided at once.
After the indignities she’d been through with the two men in the van, it was ridiculous to suddenly develop an attack of modesty, so she hastily tore open the overalls and stripped off. She pulled on the briefs and the bra, aware of both men watched her intently.
‘You use each machine for twenty minutes,’ Jade told her, taking her over to one of the treadmills, setting the time on the panel at the front. ‘You are not allowed to speak.’
Clare began running. She had always liked to keep herself in shape by regular visits to her gym, and after so much lying around the exercise was welcome. Clearly Dr Hammer was concerned to minister to the needs of her body as well as the rather more unfathomable needs of her mind.
She was not surprised to see other ‘patients’; it was clear from the number of ‘cells’ in the basement that the house was equipped to deal with many more than one at a time. But she was surprised to see the men, particularly as they were being treated in exactly the same way as the women by Su Li, and now by Jade, who greeted any slacking with a hard slap of the whip on a backside. She found it hard to believe that men had the same hidden cravings to be submissive. Then she remembered Carlo cleaning. It was clear, judging from his erection, that the treatment he was receiving excited him. On the other hand, Ms Fellowes had hinted that he and Mandy were not patients, so perhaps that explained it. There was clearly a lot that went on in the house
under Dr Hammer’s direction that she did not yet understand.
Mandy caught her eye and winked. Her face was running with sweat and her short blonde hair was wet, plastered to her forehead.
The women in the outfits that matched hers, and the men, appeared to be enjoying the exercise. Mandy too, though sweating profusely, was having no trouble in performing the tasks set for her on one of the rowing machines. But the other woman in the rubber tracksuit, a redhead, was clearly having trouble and was breathing heavily.
‘You go faster,’ Su Li said, slapping her whip against the woman’s rubber-covered buttocks.
‘I – I can’t,’ the woman panted, coming to a standstill.
‘Do it.’
Jade walked over to her companion, and watched as the woman pulled feebly on the handle of the machine.
‘You do as Su Li tell you or it will be punishment,’ she threatened.
‘I can’t go any faster,’ the redhead insisted, struggling for lungfuls of air.
Jade smiled. ‘Is punishment for you, then.’ The two overseers pulled the woman off the machine. ‘Undress,’ Jade ordered.
The woman was still out of breath. She paused for a moment to try and regain it but another cut of the whip on her rear stung her into action. She took a deep breath then managed to pull the loose rubber tracksuit top over her head. Her large breasts were unfettered by a bra and Clare could see clamps and a chain, identical to those she’d been made to wear, hanging from her nipples. Exercising with them on would have been a special torture, and she instantly felt her own nipples pucker at the thought.
‘Quick, quick,’ Jade said, delivering another stroke of the whip, this time across the upper slopes of the woman’s breasts, prompting the rubber leggings to be hastily peeled off, leaving her naked. Her body was pink and covered in a film of sweat, she was well proportioned and she had a slender waist and finely contoured legs.
