Bodice Ripper

Bodice Ripper

Through the darkness Robin could hear a voice coming from what seemed like a great distance.

“Wake up sleepyhead, we’ve a lot to do today.”

Robin could feel the blanket begin to slip from her body.

“Five more minutes Mom” she groaned. Then she made a grab for the receding blanket. When her arms failed to respond Robin’s eyes flew open. The reason that arms were not moving was instantly apparent. Her wrists were bound in soft leather cuffs and attached to the headboard of a strange bed in a strange room. Her friend Elizabeth sat on the bed’s edge in a pale yellow silk robe, one eyebrow elegantly arched.

“Mom, huh” she said “You’ll pay for that young lady.”

Elizabeth smiled and continued to slowly draw the blanket from Robin’s naked body. Like a present being unwrapped.

“Present!” Robin gasped, “Elizabeth last night!”

Elizabeth lay a long manicured finger across Robin’s lips.

“Hush” She commanded, “I am quite aware of what happened last night.” Elizabeth’s voice had taken on an edge.

“As you’ll recall, I was there, and what I recall is that you came to a party to which you were not invited.”

Robin blushed; after everything that happened last night why did she feel as if she was the one in the wrong?

“Elizabeth, I’m really, oooowww.”

Robin’s apology was cut short by a quick swat to her still sore bottom.

“However” Elizabeth continued “now is not the time to discuss it, and I want you to remain quiet. No speaking unless spoken too. Do you understand?”

Robin nodded and wished she could rub her butt. “Yes Elizabeth.”

“Mistress”

“Pardon?, owwww”

“Really Robin, you are the slow learner.” Elizabeth said. “You are to refer to me as Mistress and William as Master. Do you understand?”

This time Robin nodded, not wishing to make another mistake.

“Now” said Elizabeth, “My guests are getting ready to have breakfast before leaving. I could leave you here but I’ll bet you’re hungry by now.”

As if to confirm Robin’s stomach gave a loud growl.

Elizabeth laughed, “Well that answers that” She declared. “Now can I trust you to behave, use the bathroom and take a quick shower, or shall I ask a couple of the boys to come up and help you?”

Elizabeth’s tone told Robin that whereas the boys would enjoy the experience, she would not.

“I’ll behave…Mistress.” She responded.

“Excellent!” Elizabeth exclaimed and quickly undid Robin’s bonds.

Robin’s arms and legs were asleep and she stumbled awkwardly to the bathroom, to use the toilet, to her horror Elizabeth strolled in a moment later with towels. As humiliating last night had been, no one had seen Robin pee since she learned to use the potty herself.

“Hurry it along Robin” Elizabeth said, “I’m going to get dressed while you shower.”

Dressed thought Robin in a panic.

“Uh..Mistress, ‘my clothing last night…” Robin stuttered.

“Don’t worry dear” Elizabeth smiled and ruffled the girl’s hair, “I’ll see to it. Now last warning, no more talking.” Elizabeth gave Robin’s hair a painful tug, and left.

Robin stepped into the shower, the hot water felt wonderful on skin. He indulged herself by using some of Elizabeth’s very expensive body gel. Try as she might to shut it out, her mind kept drifting back to the night before and her present predicament. She was essentially a naked captive, and she had done enough research for her books, to know what Elizabeth’s demand to be called mistress meant. She wasn’t a captive but a slave. Despite that she wasn’t really afraid, more nervous and humiliated. She couldn’t believe her friends would seriously hurt her, and she had to admit that she was even a bit aroused by the whole thing; that had never happened to any of her heroines.

Elizabeth’s voice cut through her reveries. “Step it up dear.” She called.

Robin regretfully got out of the shower and quickly toweled off. She walked out into the bedroom to find Elizabeth once more perched on the edge of the bed. She had put on a white linen blouse and matching pants that gleamed against her skin. Its cut showed off her figure to good advantage and its weave left little doubt that she wore nothing beneath.

Given her shower musings Robin was not surprised to see that Elizabeth held a set of leather cuffs, a collar and leash.

“Time to get you dressed.” Her friend chirped.

Robin sat quietly as Elizabeth fitted and lock soft leather around her wrists and ankles. She knelt without complaint and held her hair out of the way as Elizabeth affixed her collar and leashed her.

“Come along” Elizabeth said, with a tug on Robin’s leash. There was no pain, the collar was snug but not tight, however it was a reminder of who was in charge.

Robin rose and followed along, breathing deeply and trying to concentrate and Elizabeth’s back and the feel of the plush carpet under her bare feet; anything to block out what was about to happen.

“It won’t be that bad” Robin thought “There were plenty of naked people last night, this couldn’t be worse.” When the doors slid open, it was worse. Everyone in the room was dressed, some rather scantily but dressed none-the-less. Robin alone would be completely naked.  Her feet froze in place. Elizabeth tugged on the leash but Robin could not bring herself to move.

Robin expected swift punishment, instead Elizabeth reached out and gently rubbed Robin’s cheek. “There, there “she cooed, in a tone one might use with a frightened puppy. “It’s not so bad, and really dear, you have no choice in the matter.”

The full weight of the statement hit Robin. She did not have a choice. She was naked, leashed and quite sure that several of the people in the next room could easily subdue her should she make trouble. Anything that happened to her was completely in the hands of her captors. And deep at heart she trusted Elizabeth and William, didn’t she?

“I’m sorry Mistress” Robin said, “It won’t happen again.”

With a deep breath, Robin followed Elizabeth into the crowded room, she found it easier if she kept her eyes glued to the small of Elizabeth’s back. A round of applause greeted their entry. Robin wondered how long one could blush.

“There’s the birthday girl” William came forward pulling Elizabeth into a strong hug and deep kiss.

“And how did you sleep pet?” He asked Robin.

“Very well, Master.” She replied. William beamed at the use of his title.

“Why don’t you two sit down” he continued, “and I’ll get you some breakfast.”

Elizabeth crossed to the table and motioned for Robin to kneel beside her.

She watched as William and Slave Dish approached with plates laden with food.

“For my lovely wife” said William as he laid Elizabeth’s plate and coffee in front of her.

Slave Dish knelt and put food, fork and a large glass of orange juice in front of Robin. “And for our new friend” she said, leaning over and giving Robin a kiss that was something more than friendly.

A day ago Robin would have been shocked, to say the least, if a friend had taken such liberties. Now it was becoming second nature and all she really wanted was to dig into her food, but something seemed wrong, she couldn’t put her finger on it. Robin looked at Elizabeth, sure she had the answer.

“Go ahead sweetie, you can start.” Elizabeth said.

Yes Robin thought, that was it. She began to eat. How had this happened? Yesterday she had made a bold decision, today she was asking permission to eat when hungry. Perhaps it would be better to concentrate on eating right now.

When she had finished, Robin again looked to Elizabeth, waiting for; well she wasn’t sure what.

“All done dear?” Elizabeth asked, “Good, time to mingle. Hands behind your back.”

Robin knew what was coming; she didn’t know why, but that didn’t seem to matter and so she crossed her wrists behind her back and made no protest when Elizabeth clipped the leather cuffs together. Once again she was bound and helpless.

Elizabeth rose and with a tug on the lease indicated Robin should do likewise. It was hardly graceful after kneeling for sometime and with her hands bound.

“Hmmm, we’ll have to work on that.” Elizabeth commented.

Work on it, thought Robin, exactly how long did Elizabeth expect this game to continue? Surely she’d release Robin at the end of the party.

And so mingle they did. At least Elizabeth did. Robin trailed behind her friend, eyes downcast. No one really spoke to her but they did touch her, stroke her, fondle her; much of it in an absent-minded way, almost as if she were an object or pet. The one time she did look up she found Angie looking at her in a very disconcerting way. Robin quickly lowered her eyes and kept them lowered.

As the morning wore on, people began to take their leave. At one point Angie came up behind her and enfolded her in leather clad arms, drawing Robin snuggly against her body and covering Robin’s breast with her hands. Robin yelped as Angie gave her a small nip on the neck.

“She tastes delicious” Angie declared. “Can I have her for a weekend?”

Much to Robin’s dismay, Elizabeth took time to think about it. “Not for a while” she finally said “There are things Robin needs to understand and get used too.”

“You know best” Angie said with a shrug. “Bye for now little one.”

With that Angie turned Robin around and kissed her deeply, forcing her tongue into Robin’s mouth. When she was done, Elizabeth received a final peck on the cheek and a final happy birthday before Angie left.

At last there was only one couple left. As Elizabeth spoke with them, William claimed Robin’s leash and led her down the hall to the library. Once there he had her kneel and locked her ankle cuffs together.

“You are to look forward only, do you understand.”

“Yes master” Robin responded, even she could hear the nervousness in her voice.

William did something behind her, when he returned he put one hand on her neck and forced her to bend forward to where her head nearly touched the floor. She felt something plastic and blunt moving against her nether lips and clenched up. William’s grip on her neck tightened and became slightly painful.

“Relax” he commanded, “it’s going in one way or the other, so make it easy on yourself.”

Robin forced herself to relax and what she assumed to be a dildo slid into place; assumed until William turned it on.

“Now” he said, allowing Robin to return to a kneeling position, “You are to keep that vibrator in place and stay just as you are. If you move or it slides out there will be consequences.”

With that he left Robin to stew. She was already a bit excited from the morning’s activities and was certain if she orgasmed she would expel the monstrous device.  On top of it all the bastard had set it on high.

Robin could only imagine what William had meant by punishment and for a bit that had helped her stay her growing climax, but soon it wasn’t enough. Robin could feel the sweat start to rise on her body. She tried to breath deeply, think of anything other than how much she wanted to cum. None of it helped for long, she squirmed as much as she could without losing her position. Finally she dug her nails into her palms and bit her lip, she tasted blood.

Finally she heard the door open.

“Well” Elizabeth said “very impressive Robin. Do you want me to remove the vibrator, or would you prefer to do it yourself.”

“Wa …what? I don’t understand”

Elizabeth knelt next to her and whispered, “I’m giving you permission to cum dear.”

Somewhere in her sex addled brain Robin understood. She exploded, trying to draw enough breath to scream, she found she couldn’t and then things went black.

Robin’s eyes fluttered open looking into Elizabeth’s very concerned face. She lay on her back with her head cradled in Elizabeth’s lap. She must have pasted out. La Petit Mort, the French call it. Leave it to the French to have a pretty way to say nearly killing yourself with sex.

Elizabeth smiled, “Are you alright Robin?”

“Yes” Robin croaked.

“Did you enjoy that?” Elizabeth asked.

This time Robin nodded. She closed her eyes and nestled her head more comfortably into Elizabeth’s lap.

“I’m glad dear, because I’ve decided to make amends for last night’s transgression, you’ll remain my slave for the next month.

Robin opened her eyes but couldn’t think of anything to say.

To be continued.