For my Lord

Chapter 28 - Grandmother

A few days after the wedding party, i awake; my body still aching and sore from all the use i had endured. Just as i had showered, The Grandma entered the room. Actually, although i call Her Grandma, She is my Lord’s Mother.

 She clips a leather collar around my neck, little knobs inside. Then my wrists are cuffed behind my back. She makes me step into high heels and then fastens a short chain to bind my ankles together, making me walk with only little steps. Finally a chastity belt, with a thick ribbed dildo is forced into my cunt, making the picture complete. A short, thin dress completes my outfit.

Grandma takes about an hour to explain how a lady should move and act. The split, the low cut neckline and the short length of the dress is such that a sudden movement could reveal my collared neck, my nipples or even my shaven cunt. Of course, this would be totally unsuitable for a lady of the House to reveal!

Grandma leads me down to the kitchen, to learn how to manage the kitchen when there are Guests. To the study, to learn how to behave in the presence of His Lordship and his Friends. How to care about the guestrooms, how to treat the servants. So much information makes my head spin.

“Yes indeed, you are now the Lady of the House. That you are His whore does not change that.”

Tired and confused, i just nod.

On and on it goes, to the working room of His Lordship. There is a pole to which i can be restrained, gagged and with a hood over my head, keeping me in the dark, while He works at His desk. Of course, i have experienced this many times but, naively, i had thought that would be all in the past. Grandma explains a technique to use when my bladder is full and i need to piss but my Lord is not to be disturbed. One time i remember being there for so many hours that i nearly peed myself.

The ballroom, the dining room, and how to position guests and the table layout; everything i need to know, and Grandma does not stop talking. “you will no longer be available for the staff to use but they may see you naked as you are led down to the dungeons for a flogging. If I had my way you would be flogged every day, and with all the staff watching. My Son is too easy on you, open your legs or suck His cock and you think you are serving Him! No, whores like you need a woman to control you.” 

Finally W/we arrive in the dungeon where i have been used and tortured so many times. Of course, i know this place well and am only too familiar with the instruments of torture in there. But new to me is how to maintain the quality of devices and to manage the ‘Guards’ so that They keep the "heavy" devices in good shape. This is very new to me and, in fact, quite disturbing as i am now responsible for ensuring the pincers, benches and other devices are in good order to be used... to torture myself.

Then W/we continue to the back of the room where the tiny cells are, which, again, i know well. But in the far corner is a heavy door, closed by a strong bolt which i have never seen open. Now W/we enter this dark place. At once i am shocked. On both sides are two rows of cells, little more than dog cages. There are about six cages each side. About six or seven are occupied by some females that i recognise from the wedding party. they stare silently out from their cages at the two "free" women.

Grandma explains that they are ‘livestock’ for His Lordship and his Friends amusement, but, in fact, more for Damien the Son. The task for me is to keep these girls healthy and in good shape and to clean them after usage. She explained that for the worst abuse these slaves would take my place. However, it would be my responsibility to organise them and draw up a rota for them.

Grandma explains that in due time i will be sent out to seduce, invite or force a slut back to the House that the Men wish to have. That could be in a shopping mall, at a party, or just in the street. If i had been tired before from the training and instructions i received so far, i am now totally exhausted and bewildered. How could i have not known know the full meaning of the lusts of my Lord and now His Son? 

Grandma whispers, so the slave girls cannot hear that this place is used for capital punishment of slaves; decapitation, hanging, the garrotte, all to the liking of my Lord and other Masters. Sometimes They bring their slaves from other places to be executed here. With a dry mouth, I merely nod.

Again there is a door which leads to a dark smelly place; it really is like a maze down here, i never realised. After having closed the door Grandma tells me that this place is used to burn or to clean up the corpses after they had served and been killed. She points to a fireplace, where there is still partly grey substance which i guess could be remains of bones. She lifts a cover in the floor; deep down human remains can be discerned. Horrified, i just shake my head in disbelief.

On W/we go and come into a place with more light. But in this place there are more modern tortures devices, pincers, drills, electrical devices, electro and cattle prods, burners, stretch devices, pulley blocks. Plus bottles and glass pots of acid and other chemical substances.

"This is Damien's place," Grandma says bluntly. “When He is in form, He might torture a female for days.”

Shivering, i gasp, "Like His Father?"

"No, like His Grandfather," She answer coldly.

"And Grandfather was Your…"

"Yes, my husband, He was going to brutally torture me like He always did, but was killed in a Knightly duel. That might have saved my life. My Son is different, He is a lover. If He inflicts pain on you, then you deserve it. Grandfather and Damien just torture, just brutally sadistically causing you agony, only for His own pleasure"

Silently i nod, "But Damien is just a boy. Does He know i am His mother?"

"No, do not ever say to Him that you are His mother. He would torture you for many days before you died. My Son will not save you."

Silently, W/we both walk out into the yard; a place i know well too. Indeed, i follow Grandma to the stables. The strong Horses stir my memories and i am aware that i am wet between my thighs. As Grandmother explains how to care for and manage the animals and handle the stable boys i am distracted by my thoughts.

When W/we reach the Dogs’ compound, the Dogs go mad, seeing the female slut They so readily fucked. Do They really remember me? i wonder. Grandmother explains, coldly, how to feed Them, but more how to keep the cages clean. But there too the most work was to be done by staff members.

Finally She leads me to the Estate Farm; a long and difficult walk for ma as i am wearing high heels and the ankle chains that severely restrict the length of my footsteps. And W/we come to an enclosure where several Pigs are resting, apart from the others is a large male Boar. Grandma says nothing but She looks at me, then at the Boar and back to me again. Her meaning is clear to me. If i had thought for just one second that being His Lordship’s wife would raise my status in the household, i know now that i am mistaken. Rather, i am to be taken to new depths of depravity and degradation.

A shiver runs through my body as an image enters my head of me on all fours in the mud and the boar mounting me.

Silently, but with a wicked smirk on Her face, Grandma turns, yanks my leash and leads me back to the House.