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The plush Maybach Limousine purred quietly along the narrow streets amid the terraced houses and Chapels on its way up the narrow valley while from the back seat Caroline gazed wearily through the rain lashed windows peering at the depressing scene of industrial dereliction while silently cursing the Friday afternoon traffic which had so delayed their trip from London.
Caroline accepted the need travel in Felicia’s Maybach, and the need for secrecy and for absolute confidentiality which meant that she could hardly punch Felica’s address into her VW Golf’s sat nav and drive there herself, but she was seriously concerned that she was already two hours late for her appointment with Felicia.
Caroline had initially booked into the Queens Hotel as agreed with in advance and she immediately rang for Felicia’s chauffeur to collect her, “I’m so sorry,” she apologised, “The traffic on the M4,”
The Maybach was in fact waiting barely fifty yards away, “Yes Madam, My Mistress, is well aware of the traffic situation, Madam, My Mistress travels from the metropolis in the Agusta on Fridays Madam.” the Chauffeur explained as Caroline made her excuses.
Caroline surmised an Agusta was some kind of flying machine, “Oh! have you eaten, only there must be a Burger King somewhere around here,” she exclaimed.
“Perhaps I should return you to the Queens if you would like to eat Madam?” he replied.
“Oh, no I was thinking about you,” Caroline explained.
“One can hardly park a Maybach at Burger King Madam!” he replied ending the conversation abruptly.
They headed north and west relentlessly at the thirty seven mile per hour top speed of the typical Welsh Nissan Micra which they were compelled to follow for mile on mile until the narrow valleys gave way first to open hill sides and then to high moorland, where as the Chauffeur flicked a switch the windows first went dark and then opaque.
“My Mistress’s instructions Madam,” the Chauffeur announced as the privacy curtain slipped silently across blocking Caroline’s view completely, “I’m afraid I am instructed to darken the windows, but be assured it’s not far now Madam.”
The pace increased briefly, swooping past the dawdling Nissan, then as the road opened out inexorably accelerating until as they hurtled around the smooth swooping curves of the road towards Brecon, Caroline lost all idea of how far they had travelled as Partridge the Chauffeur briefly enjoyed the full power of the mighty V12 Mercedes engine, then their speed diminished once again as they turned onto a minor road where they twisted and turned, before they crunched along a gravelled driveway and climbed steeply once more.
There was a hollow rattle as they passed over a bridge and then the Maybach glided to a halt within a high walled courtyard.
Caroline reached for the door handle but found Partridge had already opened the door for her and as she stepped awkwardly from the Limousine she saw Felicia coming down a flight of stone stems from an ornate colonnaded entrance to greet her.
“Caroline, how delightful!” Felicia cooed seductively.
“I’m so sorry, it was the traffic, the Severn Bridge, was impossible” Caroline explained.
“I’m afraid we’ve eaten already,” Felicia apologised, “but I’m sure Cook can send something to your room, please, come in.”
The building was intriguing, from the Courtyard it appeared to be a medieval castle, but was of much later construction and Caroline struggled to make out its form in the fading twilight of dusk, but as she entered through the huge oak doors the scene was pure Victoriana, all terracotta tiles, chandeliers, polished oak and mahogany.
“Sarah” Felicia spoke softly but firmly and a pleasant young woman in a black dress and white apron appeared, her blonde hair pinned up neatly, her flat shoes eminently sensible, “Take Miss Bradley to the Green Room would you please, and then ask cook for a tray, I suggest the smoked salmon, you’re not vegetarian are you?”
“Oh no!” Caroline smiled, “Thank you smoked salmon would be lovely.”
Caroline followed Sarah up the wide elegant staircase which curved around the left side of the impressive three storey high clerestoried entrance hall towards the guest bedrooms as Partridge followed with her cases, “I’ll get your tray Madam, is there anything else Madam?” Sarah asked politely.
“No, thank you,” Sarah replied and then asked, “Is there a TV?”
Partridge spoke as Sarah stuttered in confusion. “The television is behind the mirror Madam, the control is beside the bed, will that be all Madam?”
“Yes, thank you.” Caroline replied as she looked around her room, it was huge, like a suite at a top hotel tastefully furnished in pastel shades, with not just a Queen size bed but easy chairs, a couch, a table and as she soon found an adjoining en suite bathroom with a full size bath.
Caroline had barely started to unpack when Sarah brought her tray, “I didn’t offer you the wine list Madam, do you have a preference? I’m afraid I only brought our local bottled spring water.”
“Water will be fine,” Caroline smiled at Sarah “Thank you!”
Sarah bowed slightly and went downstairs.
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“What do you think Sarah?” Felicia asked as Sarah joined her and the Chauffeur in the kitchen.
“Hopeless, absolutely hopeless,” Sarah replied.
“Frank?” Felicia asked.
“Totally hopeless, she was all apologies, even tried to help with the luggage.” Partridge replied, What did you think dear,? I mean Felicia.”
“You better stick with Madam, Frank.” Felicia agreed, lapsing into her welsh lilt, “I agree she’s hopeless, shall we send her home?”
“She’s quite well rounded, not too big, nice hair, pleasant face, not too old, unattached,” Sarah suggested.
“What are you suggesting?” Frank asked, “She just looks like a nice ordinary girl to me.”
“It could be subliminal,” Felicia considered, “shall we proceed anyway?”
“Yes, we’ve got the girls booked, so why not.” Frank agreed.
The girls were playing scrabble in the cellar behind the kitchen, “I think we’ll need you around Ten,” Felicia announced, “have you got your costumes sorted out?”
“Yes, Madam, Myfanwy is playing Mistress tonight Madam,” Bronwyn said, “She said I hit her too hard last Thursday.”
“I’ve still got the marks!” Myfanwy agreed, “It’s just till tomorrow is it?”
“Oh yes, just one night.” Felicia agreed, “Have you had supper?”
They nodded and returned to the game.
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Caroline brought her own tray downstairs almost catching Felicia and Frank in earnest discussion as she walked into the kitchen, “Caroline dear, use the bell please!” Felicia said earnestly, “That’s a servant’s job!” she scowled disapprovingly, “But now you’re here shall we see the girls?”
“Oh,” Caroline exclaimed excitedly, “gosh yes!” she added in schoolgirl like excitement as Felicia ushered her back out of the Kitchen and down a corridor Caroline almost believed was hewn from solid rock, their footsteps echoing menacingly in the neon lit glare of shiny rock. Felicia produced an ancient huge Iron key and unlocked a dark heavy oak door leading to a low round roofed tunnel which widened out to reveal tiny metal barred cages on three levels.
“Oh my God!” Caroline exclaimed, as she realised she was looking at caged girls, three girls all white, petite, dark haired, and each dressed only in tight black corsets with their hands tied behind their backs and gagged with red ball gags, each squatting in tiny cages metal barred cages some three feet high sitting on top of an identical row of cages at floor level and below more identical cages which reached to the ceiling, fifteen cages in all, all padlocked with heavy dark rusty padlocks and immense chains, the bars either red with rust or freshly painted with crude black paint.
Caroline shivered although it was warm in this veritable dungeon, she saw a fourth girl, hidden behind a rock pillar, “Ready for inspection Madam” the girl announced she emerged from a side room, dressed only in a leather cat-suit with a tail but with the crotch area cut away and her breasts completely exposed.
“Thank you Myfanwy, I trust they are plugged, I don’t want any accidents.” Felicia suggested.
“Of course Madam!” Myfanwy replied, “Front and rear Madam.”
“Good girl,” Felicia replied, “Have you a preference, these three are not fully trained yet, nearly but not quite, they really need a season with an experienced Madam before they are really ready for a novice such as yourself.”
“They look very nervous, do they live her all the time.” Caroline asked.
“No, they have sleeping cells, but this is where we display them, have you a preference?” Felicia asked.
“Can I see the finished article, understand what my investment will buy me?”
Caroline suggested suddenly businesslike.
“But what about this evening, surely you don’t want to sleep alone?” Felicia enquired.
“I don’t know, it’s a big step for me.” Caroline explained.
“Then let’s discuss it over coffee,” Felicia smiled, and turned “thank you Myfanwy,” she continued, “you may discipline the girls as you see fit, good night.”
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Caroline followed Felicia back to the kitchen where she ordered “Coffee in the morning room please” and continued to the small room which faced east beside the main dining room,
Felicia sat down and watched Caroline as she looked around at the immaculate décor and sumptuous furniture of the small room, “You’re not sure are you?” Felicia said quietly.
“No!” Caroline agreed, “it seemed so exciting the thought of my own slave girl, but they look so ordinary and sad and.”
“You’re not fully into the scene?” Felicia said.
“I guess I’m experimenting,” Caroline admitted.
“Have you had much experience?” Felicia enquired, “You say you’re experimenting?”
“I have been to the Cellar in Bishopsgate Street.” Caroline confessed.
“Ah, a few glasses of Chablis and some flagellation,” Felicia nodded, “excellent relaxation, does the reality thrill as much as the dream, did you draw blood?”
“No, but the girl I was with did.” Caroline assured her “And I’m sure the sub loved it as much as we did.”
Felicia spoke earnestly, “Taking a sub or slave is a huge step Caroline, it’s a 24/7 commitment, yes we give respite care and holiday cover but it’s very much like having an exotic pet, are you sure you understand Caroline.”
“I suppose it is really,” Caroline agreed, “I never really thought about that.
“In fact we find that many Mistresses fin they benefit from a spell as subs just to understand what the sub experiences,” Felicia explained, “to understand what is titillating and what is excruciatingly painful, the difference can be quite minimal and don’t forget it can be really awkward if your sub becomes injured.”
“I’ve never realised people could switch roles like that, I’ve only ever cracked the whip so to speak.” Caroline admitted.
“How would you react if I suggested that you were simply too inexperienced to trust with one of my girls?” Felicia asked.
“I would say can your scruples and principles overcome the loss of a deal worth around fifty thousand pounds.” Caroline said decisively.
“Touché, then would you consider a brief session as a role play sub, simply to reassure me?” Felicia asked.
“Well that was not my to do list,” Caroline explained reasonably, “I suppose it comes down to when I can fit it in, only I was hoping to have a girl in post by next weekend.”
“In Post!” Felicia exclaimed, “What an attitude, why you can start now if you wish, just ask Sarah when she comes in.”
“Sarah?” Caroline asked, “Isn’t she the cook?”
“Yes, just ask if you can be her sub until Sunday, ask her nicely, she really could use some experience of being a dom.”
Sarah knocked twice and entered, “Coffee Madam” Sarah announced.
“Just set it down on the table and join us would you, Sarah.” Felicia suggested, “Caroline,” she prompted.
Caroline’s heart pounded, she wasn’t sure about this idea but Sarah seemed really nice and “Felicia suggested I, ah you, ah.” Caroline faltered.
“Perhaps you would care to pour the coffee, Caroline,” Felicia suggested as a first small step to subservience as she smiled at Caroline.
Caroline agreed, “Yes of course,” and gracefully stood and went to pour the coffee from the clear glass jug.
“Just a smidgeon of cream,” Felicia ordered, “and the same for Sarah.”
Caroline handed the coffees over and poured herself a cup, complete with lashings of cream and several sugars.
“I wanted to ask if I could be your sub for a few hours,” Caroline asked, “Felicia says I need to widen my knowledge base before I can be entrusted with a sub of my own”
“I think you mean “May this worthless slut serve you Madam,” Sarah chuckled, “But yes, it will be fun, lets have our coffee and we can get started.”
“Better have Caroline sign a C form first, Sarah,” Felicia cautioned, “And you should always have your subs sign a C form, a consent form Caroline, it’s such an easy precaution and it saves so much uncertainty, here Caroline, just sign at the bottom, and countersign please Sarah.”
Felicia smiled, as the two women quickly signed the consent forms, Felicia decided that Caroline was a strange one, she seemed very determined and yet easily led, and she really didn’t know what to think about her suitability, but she was delighted that Caroline had adopted her suggestion so readily.
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It was well after eleven when Felicia excused herself, she made her way to her bed room and enjoyed a long soak in her bath.
“May I scrub your back Madam” Partridge enquired as he knocked Felicia’s bedroom door.
“Yes get in here now!” Felicia ordered, “I need you.”
“Oh not that again,” Frank sighed, as he stepped into her room and on through to the bathroom, She smiled at him, her dark hair glistening with soap bubbles, her green eyes shining and her pert breasts belying her thirty seven years, but as she stood and started drying herself he knew he simply couldn’t resist her, so he began to undress.
Felicia watched Frank undressing, slipping his Jacket off, peeling the braces from his broad shoulders so he could take down his dark trousers, unbuttoning his white shirt to reveal the manly chest she fell in love with all those years ago when she was a factory owner’s daughter and grammar school girl and he was prop forward for Rhianwynn Bach rugby club.
“Come along husband do your duty!” she ordered and he smiled, she liked the way his nose crinkled when he smiled, she had lost track of the times he had broken it, coming home excited about having a good game or good scrum despite or perhaps because of his injury and then as he had done a hundred times before he plucked her effortlessly from the bath and laid her on the deep pile of the bathroom carpet.
“No!” she said as he reached for a condom, “I want to feel you.” She said and as always he relented and eased her thighs apart before speared easily into her sopping hole.
“Mmmm, Nice,” Felicia said, “Take a blue pill, Sarah will want you later, she’s playing dom with Caroline.
“Stop nagging, or I’ll gag you,” Frank warned and he silenced Felicia with a kiss.
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Sarah invited Caroline to her room, “Don’t look so worried, it’s just a bit of fun,” she said, “You can wear my lace-up corset if you like.
“What now? Caroline asked.
“Yes, you can hang your skirt and jacket in here,” Sarah suggested opening a wardrobe door.
Caroline slipped her jacket off and handed it to Sarah and began to undo her blouse before slipping off her skirt, Sarah was surprised to find Caroline wearing stockings and suspenders, but suggested she should slip them off too so finally Caroline stood before Sarah wearing just her panties and brassiere.
“Hold still,” Sarah ordered, as she placed her black whale boned corset around Caroline’s waist started to push and pull the laces through the eyelets before pulling it tight.
“Oh!” Caroline winced “That’s tight.”
“It’s supposed to be silly, now breathe in.” Sarah continued, as she pulled the laces ever tighter until Caroline’s waist was nicely constricted.
“How’s that?” she asked.
“I can hardly breathe.” Caroline complained.
“Not to worry,” Sarah suggested, “It looks good, that’s the main thing, now just pull your shoulders back, hands behind you, that’s it.” Caroline did as Sarah suggested and suddenly she felt cold steel on her wrists and heard two clicks.
“Hey,” Caroline complained, “What are you doing?” she asked in surprise.
“You have to be cuffed, it’s good you have detachable shoulder straps,” Sarah said as she removed Caroline’s brassiere, “and then it’s just your panties.”
“No, I’m not happy about.” Caroline complained but it was too late as Sarah tugged and her panties were around her ankles.
“Nicely waxed, I like hairless,” Sarah noted, “Now if you just bend over the end of the bed I’ll demonstrate the whip.”.
“No. Sarah this isn’t what I want,” Caroline explained “I, ouch.” She squealed as Sarah swatted Caroline across her buttocks.
“Shut up” Sarah said.
“That hurt, stop it, stop it,” Caroline squealed, as she twisted and turned to avoid the sting blows as Sarah swatted her gently again and again, “Stop it ouch, stop it, this isn’t funny, stop it, Caroline wailed.
“Caroline it’s only a bit of fun, surely it doesn’t warrant all that fuss you’re making?” Sarah suggested.
“It’s not bloody funny, I said stop so stop you stupid bitch just stop ok.”
“First off , call me mistress!” Sarah explained, “And second don’t you dare call me a bitch, you’re the slut, bitch what ever I want to call you ok?” Sarah peered at Caroline intently “surely that didn’t hurt?”
“No, ah, Mistress, it was a shock.” Caroline admitted.
“Good, now beg me to whip you harder.” Sarah ordered.
“No, that was enough, I’m not.” Caroline stopped complaining as Sarah produced a red ball gag.
“Say please Mistress whip me Mistress,” Sarah said “Now you say it or you can try the gag instead.”
“Please whip me.” Caroline said sarcastically and Sarah slashed the whip across Caroline’s buttocks as hard as she could.
“Aw” Caroline complained, “Please.”
“On the bed.” Sarah ordered, “I’ll just give you half a dozen little swats all right?”
“No, yes, no, all right, please whip me gently mistress.” Caroline said.
“You can’t say that, not as a slave,” Sarah laughed, “but full marks for trying!” she added “Now bend over the end of the bed.”
The bed was a metal framed single divan and as Caroline bent over the end Sarah gave her six play swats with the whip.
“Is that it?” Caroline asked.
“Oh no, look at your nipples,” Sarah replied, “they’re like little bullets, you’re loving this aren’t you?”
“Hardly!” Caroline replied, “It certainly wasn’t what I had in mind for this evening.”
“Just a moment, I’ll make it more exciting for you, I’ll see if I can find my nipple clamps, the ones with the bells, they’re here somewhere.” Sarah replied, as she rummaged in her dressing table, “Yes here they are, now hold still.”
Sarah held Caroline firmly, holding her round the waist and she had no choice but to let Sarah slide the clamps over her nipples and then gently tighten them, the clamps felt cold initially, then tight, then painful, and then the little bells tinkled every time Caroline moved.
“Ok you proved your point!” Caroline said.
“Oh no, not yet, now draw your feet up and step through your hands, can you do that?” Sarah requested.
“Yes!” Caroline agreed as she pulled her knees against her chest so her feet just cleared the cuffs between her wrists then straightened again with her hands in front of her.
“Just lie back, slip up the bed a bit, and dangle your leg over the edge of the bed and” said Sarah and when Caroline obeyed there was a faint click as Sarah connected a pair of handcuffs from the bed frame to Caroline’s left ankle, Caroline protested but Sarah easily overcame her token struggle to cuff Caroline’s right ankle to the bed frame on the other side.
“I think your enjoying this.” Sarah observed, “I can see moisture,” she said as she ran her ring finger along the soft groove leading to Caroline’s vagina.
“I am tolerating it in the interests of education,” Caroline stated pompously.
“Well, that looks like girl juice to me, definitely, she said as she took the whip and eased it handle first between Caroline’s lower lips and then as Caroline gasped she slowly eased it inside her, “You’re really excited aren’t you, I think I had better get Parker.”
“No, No Mistress, I don’t want a man.” Caroline said. “I want you to, you know, with your tongue!”
Sarah licked her lips at the prospect but then she remembered her place.
“Oh no, you do what I say not the other way round.” Sarah insisted, but she heard the door opening and spun round to see Felicia walk in.
“Try to be more authoritative, try saying “Do what I say bitch!” Felicia ordered, “And try to sound like you mean it,” she ordered as she walked into Sarah’s room, “You have to get the commands right Sarah, you sound like a pair of silly school girls to me, not mistress and slave!”
“Sorry Mistress, I mean Madam.” Sarah apologised, and turned to Caroline and said “Like shut the fuck up slut.” and then spoiled it by saying, “Was that better Madam.”
“You’re supposed to sound like you mean it!” Felicia groaned, “Step aside, I’ll demonstrate although I’m not really dressed for this.”
Her short pink nightdress with the fur trim looked more like a teenaged bride’s nightwear than a dominatrix but Caroline was soon in no doubt that Felicia was an expert as she moaned as Felicia grasped the whip as it emerged from Caroline’s vagina and used it to push Caroline’s tolerance to the limit as she explored and stretched Caroline’s vagina with it before simply leaving it thrust deep inside her.
“What are you waiting for slut?” Felicia asked, “bring yourself off, chop chop, we don’t have much time.”
Caroline looked aghast, “Not with you wuh,” she stopped mid word as Sarah slapped her face, “Watching,” died on her lips, not from the violence of the blow but it’s sheer unexpectedness.
“Wank dear, come along, lets get rid of all that pent up sexual energy before you burst!” Felicia ordered.
Caroline moved her cuffed hands and found she could grip the whip handle easily enough and she started to move it tentatively, “Can you get a clamp on her clitty do you think?” Felicia asked as she saw the tiny maggot like protrusion stirring.
“I couldn’t even see it earlier,” Sarah admitted, “It’s very small.”
Caroline found it was better if she closed her eyes, Felicia and Sarah’s soft voices blended into a background hum and she found the slim hard polished whip handle surprisingly comforting.
“You are supposed to straddle her now,” Felicia added, “but I think perhaps I’ll do this part,” she said and she climbed somewhat inelegantly onto the bed where while facing Caroline she straddled Caroline’s shoulders with her knees before sinking down.
“Uh!” said Caroline but as she opened her eyes all she could see was Felicia’s vagina glistening before her face.
“Lick slut, keep your rhythm going and lick me at the same time,” Felicia ordered as she shuffled around with her knees by Caroline’s ears.
Caroline smelled the heady scent of woman as Felicia’s crotch enveloped her, the sweet smell of sex and then the slightly salty taste of semen, “Hiss cug.” Caroline spluttered “Hore cwmpys” she wanted to say full of cum but Felicia gripped the back of her head and pulled Caroline tightly against her.
“Lick me darling,” Felicia, crooned.
“You mean Slut Madam,” Sarah giggled,
Felicia placed her finger to her lips, “Ssshhh,” she hissed, “She’s very good!”
Caroline felt and smelled the creamy off-white cum oozing from Felicia’s glistening cunt, she tried to focus but just had to close her eyes as she tried to slurp and swallow the oozing salty cream before she drowned in a sea of semen.
“It’s not that much Slut, don’t make such a fuss and don’t forget to wank yourself,” Felicia ordered, “it’s very disrespectful not to Cum when your Mistress goes to so much trouble for you.”
Caroline remembered the whip, how could she forget, she eased it upwards gently, then down then sideways and then she found a place where it felt really nice so she moved it gently, then harder and then she heard Sarah cry out, “Madam, she leaking like a leaky tap all over my bed!”
“Naughty girl,” Felicia exclaimed, “You had better plug her until we can get Frank to sort her out.”
Caroline thrust the whip into herself twice more but she couldn’t prevent Sarah taking it from her or stop Sarah easing the tapered end of the dildo into her, invading her, she tried to cry out as it stretched her what she imagined was impossibly wide but she just felt her face pulled more firmly into Felicia’s crotch.
“Oh god,” Caroline mumbled, “I’m cumming.”
Caroline groaned, she always squirted just a bit as she came but with the Dildo the pressures and sensations were unbearable, she became aware of something by her nose, was it Felicia’s engorged clit? She rubbed her nose on it as she swallowed yet more salty cum and nearly choked as Felicia held her ever closer.
“Are you all right Madam?” Sarah asked seeing Felicia had her eyes tight shut and a pained expression.
“Never,” Felicia panted, “Ever, let the, Oh, Slave, ah, see that you’re.” Felicia desperately tried to control herself, “Cumming, oh god, oh dear,” Felicia said largely to herself, “I need another bath now.” She climbed off Caroline. “Say thank-you Mistress,” she ordered.
“phung,” Caroline answered as she tried to clear her mouth of cum, her face smeared with girl juices and semen, “Wow, can you take the dildo out please?”
“In the morning,” Sarah agreed, “Unless Frank wants to play, that is,” Sarah had seen Frank slip quietly into the room and she enquired, “Do you Frank?”
“Well, do I Madam, do you have any instructions Madam.” Frank asked deferentially.
Caroline looked round in horror on hearing Frank’s deep voice, his Chauffeurs uniform seemed subtly different, she couldn’t work out why until she realised he wore a long thigh length frock coat instead of a blazer.
“Yes, Twenty strokes I think should suffice.” Felicia suggested.
“Very Good Madam,”
“No don’t whip me again please Madam!” Caroline whimpered.
“She doesn’t mean those kind of strokes.” Sarah laughed, and even as she was speaking Frank was climbing onto Caroline’s bed, his knees between Caroline’s widespread knees and then her removed his coat.
“Ahhhggghh.” Caroline cried in shock, Frank had no trousers on or underpants under the coat, the trouser legs were held up like stockings from a suspender belt so he could just slip the coat off and be ready for action.
His penis reared strong and straight, and as Sarah deftly extracted Caroline’s dildo, so Felicia slipped a condom onto Franks rearing erection and without a word Frank plunged his massive tool deep inside Caroline’s leaking vagina.
“One” Sarah counted, “Two” as Frank plunged again, “Three,” he continued in a slow methodical motion easing right in until he nudged her cervix then back until her was barely inside then thrust again, “Seventeen, get ready, Eighteen,”
Caroline felt the churning inside her, just two more strokes and Frank would cum, she braced herself and then the familiar purple rush came overpowering her senses and then “Twenty!”
Frank didn’t cum, he pulled out instead and climbed off the bed “Do me against the wall,” Felicia cried, as she tore Franks Condom off and dragged him away from Caroline, “Fuck me, you great lump.”
“She wants a baby” Sarah explained.
“Oh fucking hell, can I have the dildo again please?” Caroline asked politely.
“Oh yes, slaves must be plugged, here.” She agreed as she washed the dildo under the tap in her washbasin while Caroline watched Felicia and Frank.
“Yes that’s so good,” Felicia agreed, as Frank forced her up against the wall, her bare feet four inches or more above the floor as she took her whole weight on her crotch and Frank’s penis.
“What’s going on?” Caroline asked?
“It’s called fucking, or intercourse if you’re being polite!” Sarah explained, “but Felicia wants a baby.”
“With the Butler!” Caroline gasped.
“Played for Glamorgan he did in his prime no better breeding stock than a rugby player,” Sarah explained, “It’s not the size of the wallet that matters but the ability to perform for ninety minutes!” Sarah continued, “Or don’t you Essex girls realise that?”
Frank thrust away rhythmically forcing Felicia against the wall until Felicia realised from his twitching and ragged breathing that he was about to cum, “Floor Frank,” she ordered and he gently laid her down as the pre cum twitching started and as she lay on her back so he started to cum.
“Not very much cum that time Frank!” Felicia exclaimed as Sarah handed her a pillow to place under her bum.
“I’ll check the Boilers Madam.” Frank suggested as he stood up and winked at Felicia, “Will that be all Madam?”
“Perhaps you could stoke the boilers again later,” she laughed, “You spend your youth trying to avoid children and then when its almost too late you find yourself reduced to doing this!” Felicia explained, “Oh well, at least it’s not wholly unpleasant.”
“She has to stay like that for ten minutes to.” Sarah suggested only for Felicia to stop her.
“All right, you two, they say you should stay still for ten minutes afterwards, but what about plugging that slave.” Felicia said.
“Do you do Anal?” Sarah asked conversationally.
“Not really, it hurts.” Caroline replied.
“I’ll try a one inch BP then,”
“A what,” Caroline exclaimed.
“Bum plug!” Sarah explained, but Caroline sat firmly on her bottom and Sarah couldn’t get at her to fit it.
“Frank” Sarah shouted, “He’ll drag you forward by your hair so your bum’s in the air and your head’s.”
“Ok, you win,” Caroline agreed, “if I move down a bit I can turn over,” she slid down the bed a bit as far as the handcuffs holding her feet would allow and turned awkwardly so her bum was in the air.
“Hold still,” Sarah ordered as she coated a black plastic butt plug with lube and eased it within Caroline’s bottom.
“You’ve had a few visits up there then?” Sarah exclaimed, as the plug disappeared surprisingly easily.
“Ok, perhaps I have,” Caroline admitted, “I don’t like it.”
“Never mind,” Felicia commiserated, “It’s not for long, have you a belt Sarah?”
“Yes Madam, I’ll belt her shall I?” Sarah suggested.
“Yes dear, and then a holding cube I think.” Felicia said as she remained on the floor, “Can you manage?”
Sarah took the belt from her dressing table drawer, two belts, a wide leather waist belt and a matching crotch belt in two halves which fitted over the waist belt and buckled between the wearers legs, with two tiny padlocks to stop the belts being removed without a key.
Caroline could do nothing except to allow Sarah to wrap the belt securely around her waist below the corset, she checked it was nice and tight, and then she tightened the crotch belt firmly forcing the plug and dildo tightly into Caroline’s crotch until she yelped in discomfort.
“Right, Ball gag next,” Felicia ordered as she sat up.
“No. please!” Caroline pleaded but she couldn’t stop Sarah easing the red ball gag into her mouth,”
“Mmmpphh,” Felicia exclaimed.
“Don’t worry, it’s only play.” Felicia suggested, “Now the ear plugs, have you some clip ons Sarah?”
“Yes Madam.” Sarah said excitedly, “Are we doing a sense dep?”
“Yes Dear!” Felicia ordered, and again Caroline could do nothing to prevent Sarah taking away her sense of hearing.
“And the blindfold Sarah.”
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Caroline didn’t hear Felicia order the blindfold nor did she realise what was going on until suddenly everything went black, she felt Sarah fastening the buckle and fiddling and then to her astonishment she heard Felicia’s voice loud and strong in her ears, through the ear plugs.
“Can you hear me, Caroline, nod if you can” Felicia asked.
Caroline nodded.
“This is air type sensory deprivation, very relaxing, if you don’t struggle, that is,” Felicia’s voice continued to sound in Caroline’s earplugs, “So just let Sarah guide you, she’s going to release your left ankle cuff your ankles together with a short chain and then let you down onto the ground, do you understand?”
Caroline nodded, she felt her left ankle released then someone shackled her ankles together before they pulled her from the bed, she didn’t expect Sarah to remove the corset but when she did the cool air on her stomach was a surprise.
Caroline wanted to protest but there was no agreed safe word or gesture and she dared not protest by resisting in case she fell, she was trapped absolutely and completely.
Caroline soon found she could take short steps, she had to, the bells on her nipple clamps tortured her as she walked but she had to keep moving as Sarah was slapping her buttocks with a whip and she didn’t like it, she was disorientated, relying completely on Felicia to guide her through the earplug speakers and Sarah to guide her by hand, she started to panic as she felt cool night air, and she realised this was no play acting, this was how they acquired slaves, stupid naïve trusting young women like herself tricked into slavery.
Her Panic subsided when after a few steps she hadn’t walked into a wall and then she recognised the cooler still air of the dungeon and then as Sarah pushed her head well down she pitched forward and felt the cold iron latticework floor of a cage, then the round metal bars in front of her and the bars of the roof against her head.
Caroline knew she was caged, she sensed rather than felt the cage door closing, one of the small three foot square cubes she had seen earlier but even as she tried belatedly to protest the soothing strains of Mozart playing quietly in her earplugs completely disorientated her, and despite the cold she began to sweat.
Caroline had no idea she was in the store room behind the kitchen, locked in while Frank took the girls, Megan, Myfanwy, Bronwyn and Gladys, home to Merthyr in the minibus, they would be home just after one a.m. and Frank would be back by half past.
Caroline was just getting used to her predicament when suddenly she felt the cage move, swinging as if on a crane and then she felt vibration, as if from a lorry engine then the cage shuddered and began jerking and swaying as if on the back of a lorry, causing her to bounce on the floor, the bars hurting her bare feet and bottom as it vibrated and bounced and swayed while she screamed silently in terror, reassured only that the lack of wind blast meant she was at least in a covered vehicle.
The pounding continued relentlessly, pounding the plug and dildo into her most tender parts as she desperately tried to brace herself against the sides of her cage.
The ordeal continued seemingly for hours, until Caroline realised she must be miles from the castle and she cried in complete despair as she was helplessly carried into captivity.
To be continued
All names of persons and clubs and establishments are fictitious and any resemblance to living persons or extant organisation is entirely unintentional.
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