Chapter 4. Subservience
Louise stood shaking in the kitchen. Removing all her lower clothing I took them
and her case to what was now our bedroom. Returning with a soft pair of slippers
from the case, she held the counter edge while I knelt to put the slippers on
her feet. The operation put my face level with her mound and I could not resist
the temptation the fold my arms around her arse and kiss her cunt. Only the
merest touch of my arms on the very sore flesh was enough to push her hips
forward on to my lips.
"You pervert," she blurted.
"Control, Louise, control. Outbursts like that will only bring you more pain.
Remember you are indentured to me until July 4th which as it happens is also
American Independence Day. Until then we shall be eating, sleeping, bathing and
fucking together. A kiss on the cunt may well be the least of the perversions!"
I wanted her to know she was completely in my power.
Palming her buttocks with both hands, I gently squeezed. Normally this would not
even have been unpleasant but with the state of her bum flesh it elicited a
loud, "AAAHHH." I kissed her again. No comment this time. Perhaps she was
learning.
"Louise, I am going to remove the cuffs at least for an hour or so to test your
behaviour. I don't think you will run far dressed as you are!" The cuffs had
begun to chafe and I didn't want blisters on her wrists. She had enough on the
arse. Briefly rubbing the chafing, her hands went to her tender bottom and
gently rubbed both cheeks. Tears were still in her eyes but she wasn't sobbing
out loud.
"Part of your duties will be to keep the house clean and do the cooking.
Tonight, I will cook but you will begin to learn where the plates, pans and
cutlery live and help where you can. "I can't cook," she said, "Mum always does
the cooking."
"Now is your chance to learn! You will not be able to keep a man if you cannot
cook."
We had a simple meal, Louise standing and not eating much and I left her to do
the washing up. To protect herself from hot water splashes, she wore a plastic
apron which covered her frontal parts but left her rear exposed. Quite an
appealing site.
Ernie phoned to see how things were and I invited him over. Louise was still at
the sink when he arrived. Blushing as Ernie entered the kitchen, she tried
unsuccessfully to cover her bum cheeks with her wet hands. We did not allow this
and Ernie congratulated me on a job well done. Discussing how to control Louise
over the next two months I pointed out the problem with the cuffs. Ernie gave me
the address of a lingerie shop in Shrewsbury which the local police had
investigated some months ago. "Ask for Janet to show you the range of restraints
she keeps at the back. Don't say I sent you. I'll pop in and see how May is on
my way back."
Louise finished washing up and I showed her where the dishes went. As she bent
and stretched I had good views of her arse and sex which had its effect on my
prick. Pushing her over a counter much to her disgust and despite her screams
and protests, I massaged her slit gently. I tried not to hurt her rear too much
but just had to relieve my frustration at seeing her naked cunt so many times in
the past few hours.
Sobbing again Louise showed no signs of having enjoyed the experience but I
noted she had became quite wet. I bent and kissed her sex lips and sucked her
clitoris. Her arse cheeks were still hot and felt very warm against my face. Now
there was a little more response. She began to squirm but still showed no open
signs of enjoyment. Kissing her cunt once more I helped her up and allowed her
to finish clearing the kitchen. It was the first time for ages the place had
been so tidy.
"I thought you were going to rape me."
"I very nearly fucked, not raped as you are indentured to me, but thought I
would control myself for a little while longer. After all I am telling you to
keep yourself under control," I replied.
With her buttocks now turning a wide variety of colours, I thought it might ease
the pain and stiffness it she had a bath. The bathroom was rather old fashioned
with a cast iron enameled bath and a white toilet and sink unit. For some time I
debated on whether to install a shower but had never got around to it. I kept it
reasonably clean at least by bachelor standards so I didn't have to apologise
for that but I did mention there was no lock or rather there was a lock but no
key. A few years previously a child visitor had locked himself in and took a
while to persuade him to unlock the door. Thereafter I kept the key in a jar in
the kitchen.
Louise looked very apprehensive as I ran the water. So far I had only seen her
naked from the waist down, now she would be showing everything. Fear showed that
she would be expected to sit in the hard bath.
"Get undressed," I commanded. She hesitated then commenced taking off the few
clothes she still had on. For the first time I saw her breasts or at least I
partially saw them. After dropping her bra she quickly folded her arms across
them. Taking hold of both wrists, I pulled them apart. Deliberately being crude,
I remarked, "Nice pair of tits." Cupping them in both hands, I massaged the
pliant flesh until the nipples stood out. "Please don't," she whimpered.
"Get used to the fact, that I will be feeling and using all parts of your body."
Taking a towel from the airing cupboard, I folded it in quarters and submerged
it on the bottom of the bath. "I think it will be least painful if you kneel on
the towel," I said. Louise nodded. She had been strangely quiet since the meal.
Helping her in, and in doing so, copped another feel of her tits, she lowered
herself into the water. She seemed to find it less painful to sit if her heels
were apart with her bum between them. Some of her weight was taken by her arms
pressing on the bath edge. Picking up a sponge, I washed her back and then
started on her front. Demurring at first Louise began to accept it and
acquiesced almost like bathing a baby.
"We'll leave your arse to soak for a while," I said. I then started to undress.
Louise kept turning her head away but I noticed she did keep glancing
surreptitiously at my cock which was by now semi-hard. Sitting in front of her,
I washed myself then stood and helped her to rise. With our wet bodies touching,
my arms around her back, my cock against her belly, I pulled her head to mine
and tried to kiss her. She turned away.
One of my hands went to a bum cheek and as I started to grip it she realised
what was to happen and turned her face to mine. There was no response to my
kiss. Just cold, unmoving lips, I persisted and after a number of attempts she
began to kiss back although hers were always very reserved.
We dried each other, me paying special attention to her sexual parts; she doing
so with reluctance and after verbal persuasion. I stood at the loo and pissed.
"Do you want me to hold you up while you pee so you don't have to sit?" I asked.
"That's disgusting," complained Louise.
"Well you can do it standing if you wish," I said.
"You're not watching while I do it are you?"
"Yes."
"That's disgusting," she repeated.
"Not half as disgusting as you peeing over the floor or in the bed!" I stood her
over the pan and after a short wait, the piss began to flow. I dried her.
Finding her an old dressing gown and donning mine we returned downstairs. "Make
a pot of tea for us, please," I requested. She did so without complaint. Piling
some of the softest cushions at one end of the settee, I suggested it was time
for her to try and sit. Very gingerly her bottom touched the cushions and only
gradually did she allow them to take her full weight and then only with a few
"Ow's" and groans. Never-the-less she was able to sit if not comfortably.
Curling my arm around her shoulders and giving her a small hug and a little
praise we watched TV until bedtime. We used the bathroom together with less
shyness than earlier and then adjourned to the bedroom. She realised she
wouldn't get a nightdress but would have to sleep naked. "Lou," I said, "At the
moment I cannot trust you enough not to try and get away in the night so I am
going to have to cuff you to the bed. I'll give you a few minutes to find your
most comfortable sleeping position and see how best to restrain you."
Sleeping more or less on one side seemed preferable so I fitted one cuff around
an ankle and the other to a bed rail. It was obvious it wouldn't be long before
her ankle was rubbed sore. Getting an old sock I cut off the foot and used the
remainder doubled over under the metal.
Climbing under the bed clothes beside her, I began to cuddle and fondle her tits
and cunt. Louise lay still although she became very wet between her legs. Her
body though showed a cold indifference, a deliberate passive resistance to my
advances. Fondling her, I tried to engage in conversation but receiving only
monosyllabic replies, I eventually gave up.
3:45. The bright red figures of the radio clock blinked. "What are you trying to
do?" I questioned. Louise had worked her way to the bottom of the bed and I
feared she was trying to release the cuff and escape.
"I was only trying to get the sock back on. The metal is cutting my ankle but it
is difficult to do it under the bedclothes and with you sleeping alongside," she
snapped.
Switching on the light and seeing it was indeed the case. The sock was nearly
clear of the handcuff clasp. "How long have you been awake?"
"Hours. Don't think I have slept at all"
Releasing the cuff I suggested she went down and made a pot of tea. The night
air was cool and I noticed her nipples stood erect. Picking up my dressing gown
she held it up, "May I?" I nodded. It was a good sign. She was starting to
control herself. I noted her arse was still very raw and the crop welts were
turning blue. They looked very angry and sore.
The hot tea wakened my urges again and once the mugs were replaced on the tray
one arm snaked around her back and the hand on the other arms played with her
breasts. Still not much response. I took her hand and placed it on my hard cock
and closed her finger around the shaft. It remained there. Still although I
thought I felt the odd squeeze or two. I felt between her thighs. Wet.
Deciding now would be the time, I said, "Lou, I've controlled myself long
enough. You're wet and physically ready. I'm hard and ready. The time has come
for you to become a real woman."
"You....., you are going to rape me." I wasn't sure if it was a statement or a
question.
"No, I'm going to fuck you. Have you had a man do it to you before?"
"No!"
"Just the dildo then?" Her face looked aghast.
"What do you mean by that?"
"We cleared your room remember. I took the bottom drawer of the tallboy right
out and found your toy and reading material, the Black Lace and Masquerade
books. Obviously you are not as sexually frigid as you would have us believe. If
you really haven't had a real cock inside you before, you are now. Slide down
the bed a bit and open your legs."
"No."
"Very well, we'll do it the hard way." I pulled the bedclothes over her head,
jumped out and grabbed her feet. To prevent her kicking I laid across them
whilst picking up a pair of socks from the floor. With these I tied her feet
well apart to the bedrail. During her struggles the bedclothes landed on the
floor so she lay there, naked and fully exposed.
"Bastard! Rapist!"
"Temper, temper. You know what happens when you use language like that." To add
emphasis to the statement I gripped her arse cheeks again.
"Ooooww! Please don't."
"Lou, are you going to accept what I am going to do or shall I tie your hands to
the bedhead rails? Do you want to be really helpless like some of the stories or
can I leave your hands free?"
"If you tie me then you can't say I agreed to it."
Another pair of socks from the drawer served to fasten Louise's hand to the
headboard rail. I had unhindered access to her body. Although the air was still
a little chilly at this early hour of the morning neither of us felt it. She was
very vulnerable; she was mine. I kissed her fully on the mouth holding her head
when she tried to turn away, and slowly carried the kisses down to her breasts.
Savouring the nipples as I took them deeply into my mouth and feeling them
stiffen under my devotions.
Working down I tickled her belly button with my tongue and on down to her
crotch. I lavered her slit and sucked her clit until she began involuntarily to
moan. Her passive resistance gradually gave way and her hips began to move.
"Please....." she murmured. I didn't know if that meant please do it or please
don't. It didn't matter, I carried on.
My erection by now was throbbing hard. I climbed between her legs and entered my
cock in her vagina. It slid all the way in, her virginity had already gone.
Perhaps she really had never had a man, only her vibrator.
Starting with long slow strokes I gradually increased the tempo until I was
rapidly thrusting in and out of her cunt my balls banging against her arse. Once
again her involuntary movements only in part caused by the pain of my weight
pressing her sore buttocks to the bed, betrayed her real feelings. At that pace
I couldn't last long. Soon I erupted inside her.
Slowly withdrawing, I lay beside her. Releasing her bonds I drew the covers over
us and cuddled her to me. "What if you have made me pregnant?" she asked.
"Unlikely, you have only just finished your period."
"How do you know that?"
"When I removed your knickers to spank you there was a panty liner inside. Now
be quiet and try and sleep for a couple of hours."
