by Anna Cundell
By the time she’d finished and towelled herself dry Jade had arrived carrying a wrinkled rubber garment. She passed it to Clare.
‘Put it on,’ Ms Fellowes said.
‘You’ll need this.’ Jade handed her a tin of talcum powder, then returned to the gymnasium.
Clare held the garment at arm’s length. It was a rubber cat-suit similar to the one she’d been given to wear by the men in the van, except this was a shiny white and did not have the long zip at the front.
‘Come on, we haven’t got all day,’ Ms Fellowes said irritably, seeing Clare trying to work out how to put it on.
Clare found the garment had a short zip at the back, which just enable her to pull it on around her feet. She sat on one of the wooden benches, doused her legs in talcum powder and pulled the rubber over them. The powder made it much easier to stretch the rubber into place but it still took a great deal of tugging and pulling before it was snugly around her hips. Then she reached back and inserted her arms into the sleeves, with yet more powder. Slowly she worked her arms into the tight rubber tubes, then pulled the shoulders on and smoothed them into place. Like the rubber cat-suit she’d seen Mandy wearing she soon discovered this one too had been cut in such a way as to leave her breasts, and her sex to her anus, completely exposed.
Ms Fellowes took the zip and pulled it up. Clare could see herself in the mirror fitted alongside the bank of showers and she looked quite amazing. The holes for her breasts were too small and pinched the flesh, making it reddened, and the gap between her legs drew attention to her exposed sex.
‘Now these,’ Ms Fellowes said. She dropped a pair of white leather ankle boots with high heels in front of Clare, who stepped into them.
‘Mmm… she looks good enough to eat.’ Mandy had finished her workout and was being escorted by Su Li into the showers.
‘Shut up, or you’re on punishment,’ Ms Fellowes snapped.
‘You think I care?’ Mandy pulled off the tracksuit top and shook her shoulders from side to side making her breasts jiggle. ‘Let’s hope Dr Hammer wants to punish me personally.’
‘I was thinking more of recommending that you’re not allowed to return here again,’ Ms Fellowes said coolly.
That wiped the smile off Mandy’s face. ‘I was only kidding around,’ she said quickly.
‘One more word from you and that’s exactly what I’ll do. Su Li, take her to the punishment room as soon as she’s showered. I’m sure you can think of something particularly painful to reprimand her subordination.’
The expression on Su Li’s face gave no doubt that she would enjoy doing precisely that.
‘You wait here,’ Ms Fellowes said to Clare. ‘Su Li, come with me for a moment.’ Then she left the washroom with the Asian girl right behind her.
‘Bitch,’ Mandy cursed, as soon as the door had closed. ‘Lesbian bitch.’
‘You did ask for it,’ Clare said.
‘True,’ Mandy acknowledged. ‘And I’ll enjoy it too, whatever she does. Just like I enjoyed last night. I guess it wasn’t such fun for you, but he always does that to the new arrivals. It’s part of the treatment.’
‘That’s what I thought.’
‘You wait until you meet Anouska. She’s even worse than that bitch Fellowes.’
‘Who’s Anouska?’
‘Dr Hammer’s wife.’
‘His wife?’ For some reason Clare was shocked to discover he was married. That prospect had never even entered her head before.
‘Oh, they don’t live together any more.’ Mandy turned on the water and stepped under the shower, and Clare could see rope marks on her thighs and her arms.
‘So what does she…?’ Clare froze as the shower room door opened again, and Su Li entered. She was carrying a metal make-up case and a complicated harness, this time in red, the leather decorated with metal studs. Without a word she pulled Clare down onto one of the benches and began making her up. She brushed her thick chestnut hair, pulled her to her feet again and walked around behind her with the leather harness in her hands.
A broad leather collar was buckled around Clare’s throat. There were two chains hanging from the collar, a long one at the back reaching down to her ankles and a short chain at the front, a pair of familiar leather cuffs attached to each. Su Li pulled Clare’s wrists into the cuffs hanging at her neck and buckled them tight, forcing her to hold her hands up around her chin. She then knelt at her feet and buckled the second pair of cuffs around her ankles.
‘Follow,’ she said.
Mandy winked at Clare as she shuffled out of the room, the chain between the two cuffs just long enough to allow her to take small steps, the long chain from the collar brushing her buttocks. Taking hold of her arm Su Li guided her out of the gym through the house. The excitement she felt at whatever lay ahead was making her pulse race. It took a tortuously long time to reach the front door where Ms Fellowes was waiting.
Outside on the gravel driveway Clare could see a black limousine was parked, its opaque windows reflecting the sunlight.
‘Come on,’ Ms Fellowes said, opening the door.
Clare was horrified. ‘I can’t go out, not dressed like this,’ she gasped.
‘Because I’m feeling generous I’ll ignore that. Now get into the car before I change my mind.’
‘Where are you taking me?’
‘Would you prefer I had you gagged?’
Clare hesitated. She had not expected this. The previous night had been the most extreme test of her obedience so far. To have to watch Dr Hammer making love to Mandy, using her most intimate orifice and giving her so much pleasure had been torment. But the prospect of setting off in a car, dressed in the bizarre rubber cat-suit, seemed worse. She didn’t want to leave the house because that was where Dr Hammer was. The only thing that had made the night supportable was the way he finally looked at her as he’d ejaculated; there was no doubt what that look said to her. He may have been using Mandy’s body but his mind was on Clare. She’d consoled herself with that thought as Jade had taken her back to her room, made her strip and left her tied to the bed.
But if he’d wanted her so badly – as his looked implied – he could have had her. His self-restraint had been a lesson that was intended to teach her that she was a slave and as such must expect only to have her needs and desires ignored. If that were the case she had to learn that lesson now. It was not up to her to decide what she would wear and where she would go. It was up to her master, and she suddenly realised that was what Dr Hammer was – her master. Whatever he decided for her she must do.
Obediently she shuffled out to the gravel driveway. Ms Fellowes opened the rear passenger door, helped her inside, and then climbed in beside her. The interior of the car was large and luxurious. The seat in the back was leather and the interior trim was walnut. There was a walnut veneered cocktail cabinet and television cleverly built into the division that separated the front of the car from the rear, and a telephone was set in one armrest of the seat.
There was a glass partition behind the driver that was as opaque as the exterior windows, so Clare could not see the driver as she heard the car’s engine start and the vehicle glided off, the tyres crunching on the gravel.
‘You have to wear this,’ Ms Fellowes said, holding a leather blindfold. ‘Lean forward.’
Clare did as she was told. The thick padding on the inside of the leather pressed against her eyes plunging her into total darkness. She felt Ms Fellowes buckling it tightly, and then pulling her back against the seat.
The car left the driveway. She felt it accelerate, and then was swung from side to side as it negotiated corners of a country road. After a while they seemed to have turned on to a motorway as the car accelerated again and they headed in one direction.
Clare had no idea how much later it was when Ms Fellowes said, ‘We�
��re nearly there now.’ It had been a comfortable journey and the smooth motion of the car had a soporific effect on Clare, and she’d dozed off.
‘Close your eyes, I’m going to take the blindfold off,’ Ms Fellowes went on, then reached behind Clare’s head and unbuckled the leather strap. Even tightly closed the light penetrated her eyelids and pricked uncomfortably, and it was some moments before she carefully opened them. The car was travelling through the suburbs of a town, along a broad, tree-lined avenue of large houses. By now it was dusk and the lights in their windows shone against the encroaching night. The car slowed and turned left into another avenue. It pulled into a driveway in front of wrought iron gates mounted in a high brick wall. The gates began to open, powered by electric motors, and the car swept through and up a gravel drive to the front of a large Georgian house.
Even before the car had come to a stop the large black front door opened and a man emerged. He was wearing a thick leather belt around his waist, attached to which was a leather pouch that held his genitals. There were leather cuffs around his neck, his ankles and his wrists, but apart from that he was naked. His body was muscular and his head was completely shaved, leaving only a dark stubble. He ran forward, his bare feet on the gravel, and opened the car door.
‘Help her out,’ Ms Fellowes said imperiously.
‘Yes, mistress,’ he replied, then reached into the car and helped Clare to shuffle out. ‘Madam is in the dining room, mistress,’ he said, his head bowed. ‘She is expecting you.’
‘Good.’ Ms Fellowes unclipped the hooks that held the two leather cuffs around Clare’s wrists to the D-ring in the collar, allowing Clare to feel a flood of relief as she was able to straighten her arms again. But the relief was short-lived, as callously Ms Fellowes jerked Clare’s arms behind her back and clipped the cuffs together again. She unclipped the long chain at the back of the collar then took Clare’s arm and led her, shuffling, into the house.
The hall was large and impressive, the wall on one side lined with wooden shelves packed with books. They walked to the back of the house, turned right, then a short corridor led to a large dining room, which contained a huge rectangular mahogany table capable of sitting many people. Only two, however, were seated at the far end, an elegantly dressed woman and a man in a navy lounge suit, dining by the light of several dozens candles in silver candelabra on the table and dotted about the room.
‘Jacqueline, how nice to see you,’ the woman said.
‘And you, Anouska.’
‘Is this our latest addition?’
Ms Fellowes led the shuffling Clare across the room. There was a log fire in the large fireplace and one of the logs fell, causing a shower of sparks to fly upward as they passed.
Anouska – Mandy had told Clare that was Dr Hammer’s wife. She was stunningly beautiful, with long dark hair that caught the glow of the firelight like silk. She was wearing a red dress with a tightly corseted bodice, which emphasised her slender waist and revealed the upper curves of her full breasts. Her face was rather small with large dark brown eyes, a very straight nose and hollow cheekbones. Her mouth was perfectly symmetrical with smooth lips.
‘Can we get you something?’ Anouska asked, picking up a crystal glass of red wine and sipping it.
‘No, I have to get back,’ Ms Fellowes declined the offer.
Anouska rose elegantly and kissed her on both cheeks. ‘Nice to see you again,’ she said.
Ms Fellowes left, and Clare stood where she’d left her not knowing what she should do or say.
Anouska picked up a small silver bell on the table and rang it. In seconds a man appeared through a door to the left and began to clear the plates away. He, like the man outside, had a shaved head and was naked but for a thick leather harness. This one consisted of a wide collar and a narrow strap under his balls and around his cock, which was fully erect and covered with a pink condom. It was only when he turned around that Clare could see these two were connected by another strap that ran down his spine and dug deeply into his buttocks. The rear view also revealed that his rump was striped with deep red marks. His genitals, like the rest of his body, had been completely shaved.
‘More wine,’ Anouska said.
The man sat the dirty plates on a butler’s trolley by the door and then turned to pour more wine, his cock bobbling as he moved.
‘No dessert for me,’ Anouska said.
‘I think I want some,’ her companion muttered. He was a short man with a bulbous nose, small round eyes and receding grey hair. He had a scar under his right eye that ran down to below his jaw.
‘Dessert for Mr Gulliver,’ Anouska said, and the man left with the dirty crockery as she got to her feet. She circled Clare, examining her carefully.
‘My husband tells me you had trouble sleeping,’ she said.
‘Yes,’ Clare replied.
‘Don’t you know to address me as mistress?’ Anouska snapped.
‘Sorry, mistress, I wasn’t?’
‘Be quiet. I’m not interested in excuses. What do you think, Gulliver?’
‘Very pretty,’ he said simply.
‘Mmm… she is,’ Anouska concurred.
The servant returned with the dessert, a meringue coated with cream, which he set down in front of Gulliver then left again.
Gulliver picked up the plate and stood, moved around the table to where Clare stood, took the meringue in one hand, pressed it to Clare’s breasts and then pulled it away again, leaving her flesh covered with whipped cream.
Anouska laughed, dipped her head and licked the cream away from Clare’s nipples, making her shudder.
‘I thought you didn’t want any dessert,’ the man commented.
‘You always have the best ideas, Gulliver.’
The man joined Anouska and they both licked and sucked the cream from Clare’s breasts, and she could not help but moan as their lips and tongues slavered on her flesh, catching her nipples between their teeth.
‘Well, I think we’re both in the mood for a little fun,’ Anouska purred. There were two leather armchairs on each side of the fireplace and Anouska sat in one of them, crossing her legs. She wore red high heels with a little diamante crescent on the toe. Her legs were sheathed in natural-coloured stockings. ‘Clare,’ she said.
‘Yes, mistress?’ The traitorous arousal in her breasts had spread down to her sex.
‘Gulliver, is going to chastise you, and I want you to select the implement he’ll use. See the stand, there?’ She indicated a circular ceramic pot, like an umbrella stand, in the alcove on one side of the fireplace. It contained a selection of whips and old-fashioned school canes.
Clare was about to protest: she’d done nothing to deserve a punishment. But she thought better of it. Until she’d some idea why she was at the house or what part Dr Hammer’s wife played in the scheme of things, she decided to be as obedient as she would have been with the doctor himself.
Clare moved with some difficulty to the pot, with both Gulliver and Anouska following her every step. Just the idea of being whipped had made her bottom start to tingle. With her hands cuffed behind her back she bent her knees and groped around until she caught hold of something and pulled it out by straightening up again.
‘Very good,’ Gulliver said. ‘Bring it here.’
Clare shuffled over to the fireplace again, having no idea exactly what she had in her hand. The room was warm and the skin-tight rubber cat-suit made her feel hot, and she could feel perspiration breaking out on her forehead. She reached Gulliver, turned her back and tried to give him what she was holding. He took it from her hands.
‘Let’s have a good look at her first,’ Anouska said. ‘Untie her hands.’
Gulliver unclipped the chain that joined the leather cuffs and Clare eased her arms forward, circling her shoulders to relieve the cramp.
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bsp; ‘Take your ankle cuffs off,’ Anouska continued, and Clare bent down and unbuckled them. She didn’t know whether she should take off the collar too, but as she’d not been told to she decided to leave it.
‘All right, you see that stool?’ Anouska was pointing at a footstool beside one of the chairs, upholstered in the same leather as the armchairs. ‘Bring it over here in front of the fire.’ Clare obeyed, and saw for the first time the implement she’d handed Gulliver: a long rattan cane. ‘Now kneel on it.’
Again she did as she was told, her pulse beginning to race.
‘Put your hands flat on the floor.’
Clare braced her palms flat on the thick carpet, her head now level with her knees and her buttocks raised. The position was awkward and she saw Gulliver’s heavy brogues moving behind her.
Thwack!
The first stroke almost made her pitch forward off the stool, and a line of burning pain exploded across the meat of her buttocks, the tight rubber that encased them seeming to hold the pain in, not allowing it to escape, her flesh confined and constricted. She just managed to steady herself, locking her arms and planting her palms determinedly against the floor.
Thwack!
The impact was even worse this time, and she instinctively wriggled her buttocks, futilely trying to fan air across the inflamed flesh.
‘Don’t you dare move.’ Anouska’s tone was suddenly severe.
‘She doesn’t seem very well trained,’ Gulliver mused.
Thwack! Thwack!
Her vagina contracted and Clare savoured a huge rush of pleasure, and just as the rubber held the pain in, so equally, it held the pleasure too, allowing it to course through her body over and over, like an echo trapped in a canyon. The pain from the cane was the most intense she’d ever felt, but so equally was the pleasure.
Thwack!
‘Oh…’ she gasped, the problem no longer the pain, but controlling her pleasure. It would be shameful to orgasm in front of two strangers, caned to a climax… but then it happened. A hand rested on her beaten buttocks, and her orgasm exploded and she cried out loud, her whole body trembling hopelessly over the low stool.