by Anna Cundell
Jade got to her feet and took a pair of shoes from the holdall. They were black with an ankle strap and high heels. Clare levered her feet into them, feeling the muscles of her calves and buttocks tighten, and then buckled the ankle straps.
‘Come with me,’ Jade said.
Clare followed her out into the corridor. As she moved her legs the clips rubbed against each other, making the jaws move too. This produced a whole new shade of sensations, her sex lips pulled and pinched producing sharp pricks of pain followed by delicious surges of pleasure.
The girl stopped her and unhooked a leather harness from the collection hanging from the wall. It was a high white leather collar that she wrapped around Clare’s throat. A leather strap dangled from the back down to Clare’s waist, attached to which were two thinner horizontal straps. Jade wrapped the higher one around Clare’s elbows, threading the strap through the buckle and tugging on it until Clare’s arms were almost touching, pulling back her shoulder blades. The lower strap was then buckled around her wrists. They bit deeply into Clare’s bare flesh and the muscles in her shoulders were immediately cramped, but the bondage produced a familiar pulse of excitement to add to what she was already feeling.
‘Stay still,’ Jade said, and selected another piece of bondage equipment. It was an oval of white leather that tapered to a strap at either side. Sticking out from the middle of the oval was a large piece of black rubber, shaped crudely to resemble a male phallus.
‘There’s no need for that,’ Clare protested, despite the rule of silence.
‘Shut up,’ Jade said, forcing the rubber penis into Clare’s mouth and buckling it tightly around her head.
‘Mmm…’ Clare shook her head. The rubber filled her mouth completely, pressing her tongue down and almost touching the back of her throat. She tried to protest but the gag made it impossible for her to produce anything more than a muffled groan.
‘You want I take you back inside and give you whipping?’ Jade asked, grabbing Clare’s arm and staring into her eyes. Clare shook her head and lapsed into silence. ‘Follow.’
They walked along to the elevator. Though she could not see how Jade had made her up the basque and the stockings were attractive and, if she was being taken to Dr Hammer, she was happy she’d at least been given something alluring to wear. But she was distracted from her anticipation of seeing the doctor again by the gag. It was so large and she was so unaccustomed to it she found it difficult to think about anything else. She could move her tongue against the underside of the phallus and felt the rough texture of the rubber where it had been moulded to match the veins on an erect penis, and though she told herself it was only a piece of inanimate rubber, it was impossible to ignore the sexual tension it created. In such a fervid state there seemed to be a direct connection between her mouth and her sex. The phallus made her saliva flow and she was aware that juices had also begun to seep from the lips of her tortured labia.
For the first time since she’d been at the house, the lift rose to the first floor. They emerged onto a wide landing with an oatmeal coloured carpet and oil paintings lit by brass lights at regular intervals. There were stripped oak panelled doors at regular intervals, too. This time there was no mirror for Clare to see herself in as she was led forward, the chain between her legs tinkling as she walked.
They turned a corner and came to a large door. Jade knocked twice.
‘Enter.’
Clare recognised the voice. It was Dr Hammer. Her heart skipped a beat.
Jade opened the door and pushed her inside.
The bedroom was large and dimly lit. The walls were covered in cream silk and the floor carpeted in the same colour. Heavy curtains in a darker cream covered the windows. There were more oil paintings on the walls, abstracts mostly, in bright colours and a large, low sofa, with a modernistic glass coffee table in front of it, facing the equally large bed. A Georgian silver wine cooler, containing a bottle of champagne swathed in ice, stood on the coffee table, beside two crystal champagne flutes. The bed itself was vast with modern ash bedside chests on either side. The bedding had been stripped back to reveal white silk sheets.
Mandy was lying in the middle of the bed on her stomach. Unlike the elegant and refined lingerie Clare had been given to wear, she was dressed like a cheap whore. She wore a shiny red PVC corset with long red suspenders and black fishnet stockings. The corset had been tied incredibly tight around her body with long black laces at the back, and her full breasts spilled out of its bra, squashed against the bed by her own weight.
She was bound as tightly as Clare had ever seen anyone at the house. Both of her legs were bent up at the knee, and coils of neat white rope bound her ankles to the top of her thighs, cutting deeply into the soft flesh. White rope bound her arms, and ran from her shoulders to her wrists with no skin visible between the coils. A black silk blindfold covered her eyes.
But there was no sign of Dr Hammer.
‘You can leave her,’ his voice said. It had come from a door to the right of the bed. It was open and Clare could see a white marbled bathroom beyond.
Jade turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.
‘Good evening, I’m sorry to keep you waiting.’ Dr Hammer walked into the room. He was wearing a navy-blue silk robe with broad white lapels. He sat on the sofa and crossed his bare legs. ‘Well, don’t you look pretty?’ he said.
He poured himself a glass of champagne, and Clare watched his eyes slowly examining every inch of her body as he sipped it.
‘I heard about last night,’ the doctor said quietly, looking straight into her eyes. She stared back helplessly, feeling like she might drown in those dark pools of brown. ‘I want you to answer me carefully, Clare. Did you want Carlo to fuck you?’
It was impossible to lie. He would have seen it in her eyes. She nodded.
Dr Hammer seemed delighted. ‘Good, that is very honest. We are making progress.’ He got to his feet and moved over to her. ‘You will have heard no doubt of transference. That is when a patient transfers her anxieties to the therapist and becomes highly dependent on him. It is very common.’ His hand ran down her throat and to her breast, which he cupped. She had wanted him to touch her for so long it made her shudder. ‘You see, just as I thought. Have you been thinking about me a lot?’
She nodded.
‘My job now is to make sure that all that energy, all that need, is properly used in your treatment. What you are feeling is pent-up desire. Do you think that desire would be as strong if you were not in bondage?’
She shook her head, and his hand slid to her hip and then down until it was caressing the taut pink suspender on her right thigh. He pulled it up and allowed it to snap back, making Clare start.
‘Open your legs for me.’
Clare obeyed immediately, and Dr Hammer looked down at the chain hanging between her thighs, and then took it in his hand as if trying to guess its weight.
‘I want you to do exactly as I say.’ He allowed the chain to fall, then walked away and sat on the edge of the bed. He took hold of Mandy’s shoulders and rolled her onto her side. He pulled her knees up to her chin then pushed her over onto her bound arms so her doubled legs were at right angles to her body and her buttocks arched off the bed. ‘Jacqueline tells me you are quite adept at her little lesbian games. Show me. Open your legs, Mandy.’
It was only then that Clare realised that though Mandy’s legs were tied to each other tightly, they were not bound together. As the blonde spread them apart she stared at her shaven sex, very obviously wet.
‘Show me,’ Dr Hammer said sharply.
‘Mmmm…’ Clare moaned, trying to use her eyes to indicate the gag.
‘I told you to show me,’ the doctor insisted in a foreboding tone.
Not knowing what she was supposed to do, Clare walked forward and knelt on the foot of
the bed. Very unsteadily she managed to shuffle on her knees towards Mandy’s tightly bound legs, the clips between her own legs pinching her labia with every movement. She could smell the unmistakable musk of her sex, and saw the doctor watching her critically, his forehead creased in a frown.
She had no idea why he was making her do this. It was absurd. It was obvious she could not use her mouth on the blonde when it was stuffed with a gag, but seeing no alternative she lowered her mouth to the woman’s sex. She pushed the white leather of the gag into Mandy, and then rubbed it from side to side. Her eyes were inches from the woman’s mons and she felt an enormous desire to be able to do to her what she had done to the other women three days before, to suck on those pliant sex lips and use her tongue on her clit, and all trace of her initial uncertainty had now completely disappeared. She felt her own sex throb expectantly.
‘Mmm…’ she groaned, shaking her head harder, trying to let the doctor see how impossible it was for her to do what he’d ordered. With the leather in the way she couldn’t feel anything, but she realised that if she raised her head and tilted it slightly to one side she could push her chin between Mandy’s labia. She immediately felt the heat and wetness of Mandy’s vagina and the woman moaned loudly. From the corner of her eye Clare could see the doctor was gently caressing one of her large breasts, and felt a sharp pang of envy. Why wasn’t he caressing her instead?
She wriggled her chin from side to side, and felt the blonde’s vagina contract sharply. Moving higher she thought she could feel the little swollen knob of her clitoris. Mandy’s whole body shuddered as Clare’s chin nudged the little bud of nerves.
‘You’re very needy, aren’t you?’ Dr Hammer said.
For a moment Clare thought he was talking to her. But she looked up and saw he was now leaning right over Mandy and looking straight down into her face, the black blindfold preventing her from seeing anything.
‘Yes, master,’ she said.
Clare moved her chin in little circles, her cheeks rubbing against the white rope that bound Mandy’s thighs so tightly. Though it must have been agony to be bound like that, Clare couldn’t help wishing it was her, the object of the doctor’s attention. The sight of him giving Mandy so much made her even more determined to obey his instructions however impossible the task he set her. She tried to use her chin cleverly, nudging Mandy’s clitoris from side to side just as Su Li had done to hers.
‘Oh yes, yes,’ Mandy moaned.
Clare felt a hand at her throat, and glanced up again. The doctor had run his hand under Mandy’s body and was searching for her vagina. He pushed up under Clare’s chin and eased two fingers deep into the woman’s wet sex.
Mandy moaned loudly again, quivering with pleasure. She was on the verge of an orgasm just as Clare would have been if the doctor did the same to her.
‘Don’t stop,’ Dr Hammer warned.
Clare moved her chin from side to side as delicately as she could. Saliva was leaking from around the gag and was coating Mandy’s labia, making the already wet sex slick and slippery. She could feel Dr Hammer’s fingers pushing in and out of her vagina with a regular rhythm.
‘Oh, yes…’ Mandy cried. She arched her body off the bed and Clare felt her sex spasm as an orgasm overtook her.
Slowly the doctor withdrew his fingers. He took hold of the leather straps on Clare’s arms and pulled her up, then made her shuffle on her knees until she was kneeling at Mandy’s side.
‘You did very well,’ he said.
But Clare saw he’d not even glanced at her. He was gazing down at Mandy, and rolled her back onto her front, then stood up and removed his robe. His body was in good condition, his erect cock broad and long. The sight of it made Clare’s sex react so strongly she could not suppress a moan of lust.
She could still feel where his fingers had touched her breast. It was generating heat, as if branding her. She ached for him. She had never felt sexual need like it. She could imagine him pushing her back on the bed, his erect organ burying into her.
But his attention was not aimed at her. He leant forward and took hold of the knot on the rope that bound the blonde’s left leg. He undid it and unwound the rope until her leg was free, repeating the process with the right. Mandy sighed as he helped her straighten them. His hands kneaded her thighs above the fishnet stockings, helping to ease the aching muscle.
‘Thank you, master,’ Mandy said, tentatively.
Clare watched his fingers work. They were strong and subtle. If they were doing that to her she knew she would have climaxed on the spot.
The doctor spread her legs apart. He knelt between them, then held Mandy’s hips and in one smooth movement, his biceps hardening, pulled her onto her knees, his cock butting into her plump buttocks. With her arms bound so tightly behind her back Mandy had no choice but to rest her forehead on the sheet.
The doctor used one hand to pull back the foreskin of his prick, revealing his purple glans. It swelled and throbbed and a tear of fluid appeared at its tip. Then he spread Mandy’s buttocks apart, and Clare could see the puckered rose of her anus, the free-flowing juices from her body and Clare’s saliva making it wet.
‘Oh yes, master,’ Mandy gasped, as Dr Hammer nudged his cock against her sphincter.
Clare felt her own anus clench in sympathy. She had never allowed herself to be used in such a way. A couple of boyfriends had tried and one even managed to push his cock into her before she’d been able to stop him; the pain convinced her she would never let anyone do that to her again. But clearly Mandy felt differently.
Slowly the doctor eased forward. For a second there was some resistance then his glans disappeared inside and Mandy let out a long low gasp that seemed to echo in Clare’s mind. Dr Hammer pushed again and this time his whole cock disappeared.
‘Oh god,’ Mandy moaned, and Clare could see that her whole body was trembling.
The doctor began to plough into her, holding her firmly by the hips, his belly slapping loudly against her soft buttocks, his eyes riveted to her back where the white coils of rope were bound tightly around her arms. Every time he thrust forward his buttocks hollowed as his muscles knotted, and Mandy gave a mew of delight.
Clare was astonished at how much pleasure the blonde was getting from being buggered. Mandy’s noises were reaching a crescendo and each cry cut Clare to the quick. She knew it was deliberate; another fiendish obedience test. Dr Hammer had her dressed provocatively in the basque and stockings, not to provoke him but because he knew it would increase her own sexual temperature. The clips on her labia and the rubber phallus in her mouth served the same purpose. And having made her so needy, so desperate for his attention, he was deliberately ignoring her, giving pleasure to another woman, demonstrating his absolute power over her.
She clenched her thighs together, making the clips bite more deeply into her labia, hoping it would produce a wave of tortured pleasure that would wipe her desperate need away. But it didn’t. Instead the clips pinched excruciatingly.
The doctor held the rope that bound Mandy’s arms in one hand, and with effortless strength, pulled her up until her torso was parallel with the bed. This new position allowed him to penetrate even more deeply into the most intimate depths of her body. Mandy responded to the new intrusion immediately. She wailed and Clare saw her leg tendons tighten and her face contort in a paroxysm of pleasure, as her orgasm exploded.
But the doctor had not come. He waited until Mandy’s cries subsided then lowered her back to the bed. Pulling from her rear passage he moved his hands to her buttocks, pushing them together to make a tunnel of soft flesh into which he inserted his cock, his glans emerging from the top.
And then, for the first time since he’d got on the bed, his mesmeric eyes turned and looked at Clare. She returned his stare unwaveringly, trying to use her eyes to tell him everything she felt, her desperation, her ne
ed, her obedience, her desire to do anything he wanted of her. She knew why he’d gagged her now; she would have been unable to stop herself begging him to fuck her. He knew exactly what her reactions would be; he would always know.
Slowly and deliberately he began to use the cleavage of Mandy’s buttocks just as he’d used her anus a few seconds before, ploughing to and fro. After only a few strokes he stopped, his glans once again peaking out of the top of Mandy’s flesh. This time, his eyes still looking unceasingly at Clare, it ballooned and recoiled and jets of white spunk shot up in an arc, landing on the white rope that bound Mandy’s arms and the tops of her quivering buttocks.
Chapter Six
Clare adjusted the walking machine, so each step required a bigger effort. The sweat was already running down her face, and the waist and the back of the tracksuit were wet with it. But the gym was the only way she had of working off the frustrations of the previous night.
She glared at Mandy, who was using one of the rowing machines, in envy. It was no wonder she wanted to return to the clinic if that was an example of the ‘treatment’ Dr Hammer was giving her.
Clare had been so intent on her exercise she hadn’t noticed Jacqueline Fellowes enter the gym and come up behind her. She was wearing a white silk blouse, a short leather miniskirt split at one side, sheer glossy black tights and black suede calf-length boots. The high heels of the boots were picked out in silver. The plunging neckline of the top allowed Clare to see her full round breasts pushed together by a lacy black bra.
‘You’re to come with me, now,’ she said, without further explanation.
Clare stopped the machine and stepped off it, and Ms Fellowes led her into the adjoining white-tiled changing and shower room. Her sex was still sore from the clips she’d been made to wear the night before, and every step produced a little frisson of that peculiar melange of pain and pleasure she’d come to know so well.
‘Get yourself cleaned up,’ Ms Fellowes said, then stood and watched as Clare peeled off the tracksuit and stepped under a shower. Her eyes followed every movement as Clare lathered her hair and body then rinsed the soap off under the refreshing flow of water.
