Lord Dagmar’s Estate

Lord Dagmar’s EstateChapter 1

Dress appropriately. That’s what the letter had said. It wasn’t a letter you ignored either. The calligraphic script and the weight of the paper showed you it meant business. No exclamation mark or other intonation was necessary; the whole thing reeked of old school, old money, old power. That was not to say the age behind the power lessened it, it was still as strong today as it had always been, strong, stable and unmovable. A relentless force driving the world.

Laura refolded and put down the letter. She needed time to think this through. She was being offered an invitation to the estate of Sir Dagmar, located somewhere deep in the southern forests of Germany, a literal princedom with over 10,000 acres of land bordered by mountains and a very tight control on the few entrances and exits.

She had first heard of the place just a few weeks ago. It had started appearing in the credits of some of the bondage movies Laura had taken to downloading. Bondage was a fairly new craving, but one she was feeling a stronger and stronger pull to. At first it was merely strong enough for her to go onto a few websites and find out a bit more for herself. As her interest grew she found the chat rooms, chatted, listened and learned more about the rapidly enticing world. She was still unsure whether she was more submissive or dominant but had recently chatted to a lady who called herself a Switch. She had professed that it was better to have some of both in you to really enjoy either role. Being in a submissive role as a domme was often more exciting because you had travelled father in the scale than someone who always submitted and the loss of control was more pronounced making the experience even more pronounced. She had admitted that while she could never give up being a domme, one of her greatest fantasies was for her slaves to turn on her en-mass, tie her down and abuse her in some of the more wicked ways she had them.

Laura was not a shy girl just not that experienced. She had had boyfriends before, but her tall frame and naturally blond hair only seemed to attract men that were full of themselves. Many of them had then not lasted long when they realised there was a fast thinking brain and a sly wit hidden under the stunning exterior. In fact she had just about given up on finding a good man that was not too shy to ask her out and so had started to look the other way as well. A kiss in a nightclub with a gorgeous brunette who had smiled knowingly and then disappeared in the crowds was as far as she had gotten there. Unfortunately, what with finding her new bondage passion and thinking more and more about the pleasure it brought her mind began to wander when she did keep it under control. She found herself frequently gazing at her flat mate. A childhood friend of twenty years or more.  Unfortunately she had shown no such leanings towards reciprocation.  She had however learned of Laura’s new fetish and seemed to bear no ill feeling towards it, which was a great relief for Laura when she was discovered handcuffed to a chair wearing nothing but a yellow thong that was holding a bullet vibe against her clit with bondage movies playing on her computer monitor. Of course she had undone the cuffs as quickly as possible and given Laura a dressing gown, which Laura, even through her deep shade of embarrassment was more than a little disappointed about her flat mate. Eventually a discussion had ensued and Rebecca had said that she had guessed Laura had been up to something for some time, and although it was not for her, she had heard people had gotten themselves into fixes and told Laura that she would help her friend by being a safety backup.

This was still a few weeks before the letter had come. Laura tried to think back to where she had first seen the name appear, but it had come up on so many sites now and was discussed in lots of the forums that it was hard to pin point the source. It had gotten everyone in the Bondage community excited though. Many websites published the theories of what went on in the Lords estate but there was no official site or contact. It looked like the Lord was happy to let rumour spread the word of his existence and what went on there. The prevailing theories were that once every five, ten or fifty years, depending on who you listened to, the Lord invited a selection of women (again the numbers varied wildly) to the estates. After that the rumours only got wilder. Permanent enslavement under the Lord living a life of bondage on his estate, bondage experiments or a competition. Certain people had come back again, but none of them would ever speak of what had gone on there, it was rumoured that few were allowed to keep more than a fuzzy recollection.

The day before the letter had appeared on the doormat Laura had tried her first bondage experiment utilising Rebecca’s help for the release part. Before she had always had to use cuffs that she could release herself or not completely restrain herself. This time was going to be different. Laura had outlined her plan and given Rebecca the keys to her cuffs and asked her to release her when she got home. Rebecca had agreed but looked a little nervous about the whole affair.

Laura knew that Rebecca’s bus home was almost never late and Rebecca would get a taxi if not, so an hour before she was home, Laura stepped out of the shower and prepared herself.

After towelling off she put on a pair of white bikini bottoms with a pattern of fake diamonds over the crotch, arranged in the shape of a flower. She had chosen the swimwear because it was nice and tight, it clung to her hips like a glove and was stretchy enough to perform its other duties. She was not entirely sure why she had chosen the colour, the white looked good against her tanned skin, but as this was her first time in what she thought of as ‘real’ bondage she thought it was appropriate.

She selected a Glossy pink lipstick and applied it, making her lips appear even fuller. Then she went over to her bed. Kneeling down she pulled out the bag of things she had bought from a sex shop the day before. She emptied it on the bed and first picked up a blue ball gag. Placing it between her bright pink lips she did up the strap tightly behind her head, letting the pony tail of hair flop over it. As she stood up she caught herself in the full length mirror on the opposite wall. The ball gag parting her bright pink and full lips looked incredibly erotic, and her labia was swelling against the taught fabric of the bikini bottoms causing severe camel toe.

Resisting the urge to rub herself to orgasm right then she sat on the bed, facing the foot. Taking two pieces of soft rope she tied each ankle tightly to the large wooden knobs at each corner of the bottom end of the bed, leaving a few inches slack between the ankle and knob. Then she put on a pair of wide padded leather cuffs. They fitted like a belt, you pushed a looped stud though a hole then a padlock through this would keep it on. Putting the cuffs on she left the padlocks open for the next stage.

She looped two short lengths of chain around the knobs at the head of the bed, using two more padlocks to secure them. Next came her pierce de resistance. A large rampant rabbit, made from a semi transparent blue plastic. She pulled aside her bikini bottoms and slowly pushed it all the way into her, feeling it fill her up and the bumps around the last inch slip against her sensitive flesh. When it was all the way in with the clitoris ears firmly in place, she let her bikini bottoms back across so they held it firmly in her. The rabbit was controlled from a small box attached to the vibrator by a short wire. Taking some cling-film she taped it to her upper leg then tore a hole so the control knob could be turned.

She paused for a second, her legs apart, feeling the vibrator wedged in her. Then drawing in a deep breath she leant back and padlocked her left cuff closed onto the chain around the knob at the right hand side of the head of the bed. She was not able to reach from one end of the bed to the other when spread out like this so a few inches of chain were left which she grasped in anticipation.

One more deep breath and then she reached down with her remaining free hand and twisted the control knob. It went from zero all the way up to ten. Laura twisted it around to about seven and after a heartbeats delay the vibrator leapt to life inside of her. She immediately wanted to put her hand on her crotch, to control the buzzing intruder there, but quickly, before she could back out she reached up and snapped the last padlock home onto the waiting chain.

Time seemed to stop for a moment; she was trapped, no safe release cuff or key next to her. She was here until Rebecca released her. After the initial wave of adrenaline passed she became more and more aware of the buzzing in her pussy and on her clit. Experimentally she tried shifting around. She found she could turn sideways a little and arch her back a bit, but other than that all bets were off. As the twisted the vibrator shifted in her, but the tight stretchy swimwear always pushed it right back in. She could feel the warm tingling growing in her crotch, she knew once it had grown enough it would explode and shoot through her. Already she was breathing harder and her hips rocked of their own accord, nursing the growing sensations. After about seven or eight minutes she came, letting a long hard moan out into the gag as she arched and tensed. The orgasm flowed through her warming her throughout and tingling from head to foot. As she settled from the climax and came back to reality she realised the buzzing machine was still in her. Except now she was more open and the vibrator was being pushed deeper into her.

Laura struggles against the invading presence but only succeeded in working it in more, every time she pushed it out a little the elasticised fabric would push it back into her opened pussy. Within minutes the vibrator had worked its magic on her sensitised pussy and she was hit by another orgasm, struggling as she had been though she had not full comprehended it was coming and it was more a wail than a moan that escaped from behind the gag as her body bucked out of her control.

Regaining her senses after the more powerful orgasm she knew that she had to relax and ride it out. She had left vibrators in her before, but was always able to take them out when she wanted. Now the loss of that option was making her even more sensitive to its ministrations. Even laying as still as possible she was unable to stop her hips rocking in time with the waves of pleasure being generated in her pussy. She felt the orgasm growing again and tried to hold it off for as long as possible, but it was like trying to hold back the sea, and when it crashed over her, her attempts at holding it back had only succeeded in building it up more. She twisted and thrashed in her bonds as the pleasure overtook her again, gripping onto the chain holding her wrists in place.

Several orgasms later, covered in sweat and with her energies spent Laura had submitted to the merciless toy and just let the orgasms wash over her, moaning feebly as they did. Through the haze that was her frazzled state of mind she heard or at least sensed someone nearby. At last, she thought escape from this thing, and looking over she could see Rebecca coming through the door. Everything seemed t be happening slower than it should, except for the next orgasm Laura could feel building within her. God hurry up she thought as Rebecca came across the room, or I’m going to cum right in front of you. Her mind was not going to let her off easily though. It was noticing the way her flatmates tight jeans and jumper clung to her, outlining her hips and DD breasts. As she came over and knelt by the bed Laura was too far gone to be able to hear if she had said anything, she was entranced by the full red lips on her friend, imagining them swallowing up her exposed nipples. Her breasts were even aching at the thought and her nipples sticking straight up and erect. She saw a hand pass her tunnelled vision and a moment later the vibrator seemed to go wild. Laura’s eyes went wide and unfocused as her back arched and the orgasm that had been building ripped into her. A long way away she thought she heard Rebecca purr “Now that’s more like it”. O god she was Cumming right in front of her friend and flat mate. The huge orgasm and this fact meant that when the second climax hit her almost straight away she screamed into the gag, cumming so hard she squirted, fluid forcing its way out around the vibrator and soaking her thighs. She squirted so hard that it actually forced the vibrator out some of the way. However, this only meant that it returned with a thump causing more of the pleasure/pain mix tormenting Laura. When she regained enough awareness to look around again the door was closed and Rebecca no where to be seen.

As the vibrator continued its mad dance inside of her Laura thrashed and moaned, screaming when she had the energy, praying for the damn thing to break. After what seemed like an eternity Rebecca finally came rushing in through the door, only this time she was wearing a coat, dripping wet with the rain that had been pattering against the windows all day. She quickly released the cuffs, and Laura who was almost too spent to move struggled to pull the bikini aside and finally eject the cursed vibe from her. To exhausted to do anything else she collapsed on the bed again with her legs still tied, Rebecca just standing there.

Several seconds passed in blissful silence and stillness, then Laura could hear Rebecca.

“Um, are you OK? I mean, Um, do you need any help?” Laura looked over at Rebecca, unable to reply coherently because of the gag filling her mouth, it was then she realised that she had drooled excessively with it running down her face and chin, dripping on the bed. Laura was aware of her friend standing there somewhat uncomfortably looking, trying to decide if her friend needed help. With effort Laura released her gag, and although her jaw ached and she did not seem to have complete control over her tongue she managed to utter

“I’m fine, I just need a few minutes to rest.”

Rebecca looking somewhat relived retreated from the room.

After a few minutes Laura found that she had recovered somewhat and was able to undo the rope binding her ankles. A few minute more and she had had a few sips of water and was sitting on the edge of the bed going over her experience. It had been mind blowing for sure, and she knew at times she had been slipping in and out of reality. The appearance and disappearance of Rebecca puzzled her. It had seemed like she had come in to tease her and turn up the vibrator even more. Laura wasn’t sure though, she had been quite out of it and was not entirely sure what her own mind had made up, she wasn’t even sure of the exact setting when she turned on the toy and anyway when she came in and released her it was evident that she had only just come in. It must have been her addled brain fantasising. All in all she concluded it was an amazing experience and she could still feel the buzz throughout her, not unlike a good workout session. She would be definitely trying more like it again.

With a smile she stood and looked at herself in the mirror again. Her lipstick had staid and her camel toe was still very much in evidence, but her hair was matted and the bikini bottoms were soaked with her juices and through her struggles they had ridden up into her ass creating an impromptu thong. She pushed down the twisted and damp bottoms down and stepped out of them, her trimmed line of pubic hair was plastered to her skin and her pussy was red and tender looking. Time for a bath she thought.

Rebecca had not said anything about the experience that evening and Laura decided not to press it and give it a while before she asked her friend to help her in her experiments again. Laura was worried that she would push her too far in her own lust to experiment and loose a friendship and a very handy release mechanism.

All this thinking had been shelved the next day when the letter had arrived. It did not come with the normal post and it was delivered just while Laura was in on her own. No post mark or address, just her full name in the same ornate script that had been used throughout. She had been selected to come to the Lords estate, details of her travel arrangements were included. Holding it made her shake. She knew she had to go, she couldn’t refuse it. God knew what would be waiting for her or what would happen to her, but she had to find out. Just one conumdrum remained…

What to wear?