by Lucy Lixx
Claus turned around and raised his arms in the air, smiling wide as he returned to the table.
“She is lovely, yes?” he said while sitting down.
“Your wife is alright with you having women here?” asked Bettie, still confused by the encounter.
“Of course! She is the lovely lady behind all my ideas,” explained Claus. “Does it bother you?”
“Oh, no. I was just...curious,” replied Bettie, appearing a bit timid.
“You'll never have to worry about her. She's very happy to have you here,” Claus reassured us. “And she is being honest when she says to call on her for anything you need. Do not hesitate.”
“Thank you,” I said taking his hand. “We appreciate that.”
When we were finished our food, Claus led us down the hall to a staircase that led up to a second floor. We admired the elaborate decorations all along the corridor and marveled at the paintings hanging on the walls around the staircase. They looked incredibly expensive, Claus commenting that he had commissioned a few local artists to do those portraits as part of his family history. He explained that they weren’t particularly attracted to any popular art, but he appreciated the beauty of a portrait because it captured the essence of the person.
“That's what real artists do. They capture the pure soul in people. You can see it in his eyes here, the way they reflect part of the scene before him,” Claus said while pointing at the painting. “And that's the only time I'll ever pay for such art.”
At the top of the stairs, we made a hard right and headed down another long hall. They seemed to go on forever, doors decorating the entire length of them and turning around to lead into other parts of the humungous mansion. Was it a mansion or a castle? And were we still in London? We must be out in some remote part of England where the countryside rolls over hills and dips down into banks. I looked forward to seeing the surrounding area, my favorite part of any place being the landscapes. I imagined the entire estate was full of green grass and wild flowers.
“And here are your rooms,” announced Claus while opening a door. “You two will share the bathroom. The other side has a room as well. Feel free to share this room or to spread out. But don't wander into any other rooms on this floor.”
Bettie and I were beside ourselves with pleasure, the whole room decorated in luscious silk and wonderful aromatic candles. The bed was a four-post with curtains all around it for privacy and the sheets looked softer than skin, pillows fluffing up at the head of the bed like clouds.
“This is amazing,” said Bettie as she ran her fingers over the oak wood dresser. “Everything is shiny.”
“No spared expense,” said Claus with a huge smile. “I imagine you two would like to clean yourselves up. It's been a long day.”
Bettie and I nodded, utterly speechless at the beauty of the room. It was difficult to even describe it, my mind coming up with words and pushing them away as they weren't able to convey how marvelous everything looked. We were certainly going to live in luxury. There wasn't anything that the room wasn't equipped with. Extra pillows were in the closet along with an entirely different closet filled with gowns and summer clothes. Much of it looked incredibly fancy, a little more stylish than I was used to wearing, but I could certainly become accustomed to dressing in such high fashion.
Noticing that we were absorbed with the room, Claus chuckled lightly and then closed the door to give us privacy. The bathroom was absolutely gorgeous, covered from floor to ceiling with the most exquisite marble. I admired the large tub and separate shower, watching my reflection move along the back wall. Bettie appeared next to me with the biggest grin I'd ever seen on her face. Her eyes were glittering with excitement.
“Can you believe this?” she whispered.
“I can't,” I replied. “It's a lot to take in at once. Are you feeling alright?”
“I think so. I'm just confused. I've been working with Theo for the past eight years and suddenly he gives me up. This all seems strange,” she replied.
I nodded in agreement.
“I've been with Norman for a bit and for him to toss me off...”
My sentence faded as tears rushed to my eyes, the weight returning again to my shoulders. Bettie pulled me into a hug and shushed me, saying that it would be alright.
“We're safe and we have more than our basic needs being met,” she whispered. “It's going to be okay. I promise.”
Was it?
Chapter Two
That night, I slept relatively well despite the fact that I was in a new place. Bettie opted to remain in the bed with me because she was a bit scared to be taken again. I didn't blame her and I was glad for the company, her arm a delight to have around me. Typically, I was accustomed to sleeping alone, but it was nice having a warm body next to me to keep me safe during the night. It was admittedly jarring to recall how I had been taken in Theo's mansion and I occasionally suffered from night terrors due to the incident. While I had enjoyed it, much of that event had left me in shock which sat somewhere in my subconscious only to resurface during stressful nights.
Morning greeted us cheerfully and we were treated to breakfast in bed, a servant pushing a cart of food into the room. We asked where Claus was and he replied that he would be along shortly, that he was attending to business downstairs. After he left, we ate in silence and exchanged smiles, feeling satiated by the food entering our mouths. It was a delightful spread of all sorts of breakfast food and I was overwhelmed by our choices. I hadn't enjoyed eating in bed for a long time, not since it was a surprise on my birthday two years ago.
“I could definitely get used to this,” said Bettie between bites of pancakes.
“Didn't you live like this in Theo's mansion?” I asked before sipping my coffee.
“Not like this. Theo had me in a regular room and I ate with the other workers in the house. I never got to eat in my bed like this,” she replied.
“I figured he would spoil you,” I commented.
“No, he just used me on occasion,” she responded, her eyes going dim with memory. “I almost miss him, but I don't.”
“He seemed heavy handed,” I said.
“Indeed, he was,” she said after a moment of silence.
“Well, at least it seems you'll be better cared for here,” I said while patting her hand. “Just like you said yesterday, it'll be wonderful.”
A smile spread over her face and cheer filled her eyes, a response I wasn't sure she was capable of before I knew her personally. It brought me joy to see her this way. She had seemed miserable in that mansion of Theo's as she had been a living doll for his pleasure and sadism. Now we could live like royalty and be spoiled rotten. I hoped it wouldn't get to my head.
As we worked on our coffees, Claus entered the room and met us with kisses which caused us to erupt into a fit of giggles. He tangled between us on the bed and pulled us close while asking how we slept.
“Very well,” I replied while wrapping an arm around his waist.
“And you, my dear?” he asked Bettie.
“Same,” she responded.
“Good. I'm glad you both were able to rest. We have much to do today,” he said while standing and clapping his hands together. “I'm going to show you what you'll be doing for me.”
He walked across the room and opened the closet to pull down a box filled with an assortment of items. Bettie and I watched while we sipped our coffees, studying the items as he laid them upon the bed. A few coils of rope sat before us and I watched with fascination as he unrolled one coil and stood in the center of the room.
“Come,” he said to us both. “Don't be afraid.”
We exchanged a worried glance and then hopped off the bed, wondering what he was about to do.
“Disrobe,” he commanded.
Without hesitation, we followed his orders as we had been previously trained to do. We stood naked before him and waited for his next command. While studying my arms and legs, he had me turn around and then began to
skillfully wrapped the rope around my chest and torso until I was nearly covered.
“This is a basic harness that I want you to wear for me,” he instructed. “Make sure you remember and practice pulling it on. If you need help, you dear sister will be obliged to do so.”
After he was done wrapping the rope, he had me walk over to the mirror in the bathroom to look at the knots and how it was wrapped. I was stunned. The black silk rope looked absolutely amazing against my skin and made me feel like a brand new gift ready to be opened. I traced every bit of the tantalizing rope hugging my body, noting how it moved with every twist and turn. The length of it came down between my legs and hugged my flower, causing my bud to protrude slightly which was heavily arousing. My thighs twitched. I watched through the door as he expertly tied Bettie into a similar harness before patting her bottom and telling her to stand next to me.
“This will be part of your new job,” he explained from behind. “I want you to practice these techniques so you can do them without my instruction.”
“I'm confused. What job?” asked Bettie as she turned to admire her round bottom wrapped in rope.
“It's a project I started a while back to fund my escapades and to share the joy of my interests with the world. I think you'll enjoy it,” he said, not entirely explaining what we were doing with the rope.
I had figured it was part of his fantasy, that us being bound would just be a natural occurrence during our play sessions, but he clearly had other things in mind. I would have pushed for more information had I not been engrossed in admiring the lovely lady standing next to me, her eyes washing over my reflection while mine devoured hers. In an instant, I had her against the wall mirror in a heated embrace, my lips pressing to every inch of her collar bone and shoulders. Bettie was moaning with delight at the surprise as Claus watched our little interaction. I could hear him chuckling behind me.
“Ladies,” he said. “Let's move this to the bed.”
While wrapping his arms around our bound bodies, he led us towards the bedroom where we collapsed upon the bed, tongues unfurling to lap up hidden secrets from dark places. Claus allowed us to play for a bit, our hands searching deep within each other to find the pleasurable points we knew were there. It wasn't the first time we had played and it certainly wouldn't be the last. After we were properly soaked, Claus redirected our bodies to the head of the bed where he attached Bettie to the posts by her harness with additional rope. I was posed beneath her engorged rose bud and gladly stroked her porcelain skin with my tongue. As I explored the texture of her petals, Claus took me by my thighs and proceeded to tease me with his rod.
Eyes slid shut in ecstasy as he took me, peeling away his clothes to reveal the great molecular structure beneath. He spread my legs further apart and slipped in to my aching opening with his girth, pushing deep a few times before picking up into a rhythm. I focused on the sensation pumping between my thighs and moaned into the beautiful flower in my mouth. Her skin twitched with every lick and inspired her hips to roll forward in tune with my tongue. Every movement spoke of pleasure as our beautiful bodies moved together. The tenderness of his touch was unlike the one I had been accustomed to, as if he was taking great care of two beautiful dolls. We were like treasures under his protection that he rubbed and kissed sensually.
I wanted desperately to use my fingers on Bettie, but my wrists were bound to the bed next to her thighs, making me ache even more as I lapped in a fervor. She pulled at her binds while begging Claus to let her out because of her need to participate further. Maybe she would lay over the top of me and devour my soaked petals that were being penetrated by our dear master. Admitting it was enticing, Claus informed her that she would have to remain in her fixed position as I traced the outline of her silken walls. It caused us both to shiver as I took such delight in giving her satisfaction, my pelvis tingling with anticipation of our collective eruption. The ropes inspired me to move and struggle, an exotic feeling forming unlike any other stimulation I've had in the past. It reminded me of the time Norman had bound me and left me lying on my bedroom floor. This time, I was in wonderful company which made me shudder with gratification.
This was the kind of connection and family I had always desired. We were fused at nearly every orifice, Claus filling me as I devoured Bettie's beautiful tulip. As she began to shudder against her restraints, she bayed loudly and I licked feverishly in order to elicit her climax. The leg muscles flexed against my thighs as Claus continued to penetrate me, his husky voice whispering every want and need. My moans came slow and sultry, sounding like muffled mews against the sweet skin I was licking. Molten waves of pleasure crashed over every bit of my body and shook me between the sheets. I could feel it coming. Tensing against the pressure between my legs, my body began to convulse as my climax took over, shaking me as if I were possessed.
Claus took this opportunity to dive deeper beneath my folds and began to grunt louder, the pleasure of watching us inspiring him to explode. His lust caused him to savagely slam his hips into my thighs and shook me against Bettie's sensitive flower. A chorus of moans filled the air as we each came, our flesh rocking and twitching together during our triumphant achievement. It rattled my body to the point of exhaustion, already spent before even beginning to rest. Claus panted over my sweaty torso and ran his fingers up to my neck, pulling me down from my sister. I watched him reach up and pat her face and she smiled drunkenly in response to his sweet compliments.
“You two are so beautiful,” he whispered as he undid our binds. “You will do well later tonight. For now, you should rest.”
“What are we doing later?” I asked as he wrapped us up in the sheets.
“We're going downstairs for a little treat,” he replied mysteriously. “But don't worry about that now. I will have the staff collect you for lunch. Just rest.”
The way he avoided the question was strange. I wanted to know what we were going to be exposed to and why he wanted to keep it such a secret. I felt protective of Bettie and didn't want her to get hurt like she had been at Theo's. It also felt weird to be ravished so quickly and left behind to rest. I knew he was a businessman, but what was his business? What was he up to?
Chapter Three
Later in the day, the servant from breakfast came to collect us for lunch and we dressed ourselves in pretty garments from the closet. We were greeted in the dining area by Hannah who was sitting in the middle, inviting us to sit across from her as she asked how our days were going. Bettie still appeared intimidated by Hannah. I took her hand and squeezed it as reassurance that everything was fine.
“It's been great. How are you doing, ma'am?” I asked.
“Oh, no need to be so formal with me, dear. Call me Hannah. I've had a lovely day thus far. I trust Claus is treating you well?” she asked in response.
“He has been. We slept very well last night,” I replied.
“And where is Claus?” asked Bettie a bit weakly, sounding almost like a mouse.
That was my job.
“He had lunch with some clients. I'm sure he'll been in soon,” replied Hannah while scooping something into her plate. “Would you girls like something to drink?”
“Yes, please,” I responded.
Hannah called for the servant who brought us iced tea and then served us our lunch, bowing before leaving the room. The three of us ate quietly while waiting for Claus to return. It was far too quiet for me, but I couldn't think of anything to add to the previous conversation as I didn't know much about Hannah. As I was about to formulate a question to ask, Claus entered the room and greeted each of us in turn, kissing our cheeks lightly. He sat next to his wife and ordered a dessert from the servant before asking us about our mornings.
Some light conversation ensued which made me feel a little less strange, the silence disappearing as the table was filled with giggles and jokes. The four of us seemed to get along just fine and that reassured me that we wouldn't be turned away like we had from our previous masters. Or
were Claus and Hannah pretending as well?
“Are you girls ready for our first project?” asked Claus as he set his plate aside.
Bettie and I looked between each other with some trepidation, wondering what we were being put up to.
“Yes, sir,” I replied as we stood up.
“Good. Follow me,” he instructed.
We said our goodbyes to Hannah before leaving the room, following Claus out into the hall and making a right. This hall wasn't the same as the one we had taken to the stairs and I wondered where we were going, turning again just a few doors down from the dining room. On the other side of the door was a lavish parlor decorated in antique furniture that looked exceptionally comfortable, Claus opening his arms as he explained its renovations.
“This used to be the old dining area until I had this furniture imported. It looks so much better in here with the windows letting in all the beautiful sun,” said Claus. “Don't you think so? Try out the couches. They're Persian.”
I laid out on one of the couches and hummed excitedly, the material softer than fur. It felt smooth beneath my hands and I rolled over on to my belly while looking up at Claus.
“So, what are we doing here, sir?” I asked sweetly.
“Remember the knots from yesterday? We're using them for a new project that I have in mind. I need you to remain still while I bind you,” he replied.
As I stayed still on the couch, Claus had Bettie occupy the other couch and began to bind us both. This time, instead of harnesses, he pulled our arms behind our backs and had us hog tied. It was an exhilarating position that caused my skirt to ride up and expose my bottom. Cold air met my vulva and I noticed Claus leaning over taking pictures. He placed a gag in my mouth.
“Randy!” he called walking to the door. “Get in here!”
Moments later, a young man entered the room with a video camera. My eyes were wide as I realized what they were doing. It seemed that Claus was using us for his own devious scheme, likely sharing these videos with other men or possibly selling them. The gag occupying my mouth became soaked with saliva as I tried to ask what they were doing with our bound bodies. Nothing came out but mumbles.
