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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The sun was shining brightly through a chink in the curtains as Sarah set the table for breakfast in the Castle’s morning room with its breathtaking views across the hills and high moorland of Wales and even, on a crystal clear day like today, to the smoky hills of the English midlands beyond. Sarah was dressed demurely this morning in a knee length black dress with a white apron, the archetypal maid’s uniform, except her long blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders instead of being pinned up in a bun.

Felicia by contrast was wearing a long white apron over a black leather Cat-suit which was complete with a tail as she expertly prepared golden toast and waffles in the kitchen and loaded it onto a tray to take to the morning room.

Felicia liked making breakfast, she maintained the myth that she employed a “Cook” to produce the Cordon Bleu cuisine for which she was renowned, but there had been no cook for years as she and her niece Sarah did all the cooking, except when a slave showed a special aptitude, of course.

“How is our guest” Sarah asked as Frank joined her in the morning room.

“I suppose,” Frank said but Felicia swept in before he could finish.

“She’s fine, but you’ve let your hair down Sarah,” Felicia noted, “Is there a reason.?”

“It’s Rugby, Gethin’s playing.” Frank announced, “she’s hoping to see him.”

“Oh pet you can’t keep on like this, I don’t think you’ve said a word to him yet have you?”

“No Madam, but he’s beautiful, and he sings for Maesporth Harmony.” Sarah added.

“Sings a lovely bass baritone,” Agreed Frank, “We got singing Barbershop in the Rhymney Arms.” He stopped, he had said too much.

“You’ll be singing high tenor if I catch you parking my Maybach in Station Road,” Felicia warned, “Does he have a girlfriend?”

“Dozens.” Frank admitted, “But he’s a good chap, knows all about my best games, I could invite him along?”

“She’s blushing Frank,” Felicia said “but what about Caroline, what next?”

“I put her details on line but there’s no real interest.” Sarah announced, “SlavEbay dot co dot uk and the US sites but overnight the best offer was three thousand five hundred, so I checked her laptop and it seems that everything’s very much as she says, she is very secure financially.”

“What, you just logged on?” Felicia asked.

“No, ran it from that little flash drive that I got from Cardiff,” Sarah explained, “you know the Linux one, it bypasses all that password nonsense.”

“What else did you do?” Frank asked.

“Experian credit check,” Sarah boasted, “I checked if she owned her house with the Land registry, and I checked her savings and current accounts, oh and checked her work email’s.”

“And?” Felicia asked.

“It’s all as she says,” Sarah continued, “over sixty thousand in the account of which fifty thousand was paid in last month, oh and she has a very senior position at her work, and a very busy schedule of meetings on Monday.”

“Sounds like a customer then?” Felicia asked and they nodded agreement.

“Oh her break up’s” Sarah added, “she clings worse than Ivy, girls and boys, they always dump her, never the other way as far as I can tell.”

Frank had a suggestion, “Herb’s supposed to be coming over to see the Simulator this morning, maybe we could get him to have a look at Caroline?”

Herbert Morton was a perennial window shopper, taking slaves and returning them after a week or month as in some way faulty, so much so that he now had to pay fifty per cent of sale price up front as a deposit, but as he usually flew in in his private helicopter that didn’t worry him too much.

“Yes, let him inspect her, that’s perfect Frank!” Felicia agreed, “We’ll put her in the display rig when she wakes, it’s perfect!”

That was when they heard the sound of an alarm, “Sounds like she’s had enough,” Frank commented, “Shall we give her half an hour?”

“No, I’ll prepare her,” Felicia said decisively, as she gulped down the last of her coffee and grabbed a piece of toast and headed for the dungeon.

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Caroline was awake, manacled, gagged and plugged front and rear with dildo and butt plug, ear plugged, blindfolded, hardly able to breathe as the corset squeezed her chest, unable to speak, or communicate in any way, she found the sudden stillness unsettling, there was no music in her earplug speakers any more and she cowered in fear, barely daring to consider her fate.

She had come to Wales to buy a slave but now she was herself a slave and she had made it all so easy, so logical, her mind raced as she thought about the way they had manipulated her and how had she allowed herself to be duped and she wondered why she had she been so naïve and so trusting of complete strangers and she screamed silently at her own stupidity.

Caroline had driven to Wales a financially secure young woman with a good degree and a good job managing her own accounts with minimal interference and a private income from her aunt’s estate the trustees of which had just released another fifty thousand pounds for her to spend as she wished, yesterday Caroline had the world at her feet now her world was merely a “Three foot” cube cage which was actually two feet four wide so it passed through standard doorways, and as she thought of her own stupidity she sobbed into her gag and cried into her blindfold.

Caroline knew only that she had been carried for miles in a lorry or van, so at least she was still in the country, or would she have felt the motion of a ship, so she reasoned, she must at least still be in Europe, yet she knew that no one knew even where she started her journey from, her trail ended when she booked into the Queens hotel and allowed the bell boy to park her smart red late model Golf GTi in the garages, there was not even any CCTV in the side street where Frank picked her up in the Maybach limousine.

Discomfort rather than despair had woken Caroline, not just her cramped leg and arm muscles, or the harsh metal grid pressing into her soft flesh, but the urgent need to pee. She tried so hard not to, but gradually she lost control and she decided just a little trickle would not matter when, “Blahhhhh” “Dring Dring” “Blahhhh!” an alarm sounded hammering brutally into her earplug speakers as she screamed silently.

A pump whirred quietly as it sucked the liquids from the drip tray to the catch tank, starting as soon as the moisture sensors sensed she had lost control, the same sensors that sounded the alarm until as the pump lost suction and as the motor raced the voltage sensor shut the system shut down.

Caroline relaxed her over tensed muscles, no one had come, no one cared, perhaps she was in a warehouse or mineshaft, her imagination ran riot, she imagined cannibals about to eat her or men queuing up to use her, she explored her prison, nudging the bars gently and exploring with her hands secured as they were behind her back, she tried stepping through her hands, but the handcuffs were too high on her arms and she just could not get her legs tight enough, so she tried to explore with her fingertips.

The silence was overwhelming.

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Felicia was already hurrying to find Caroline, reacting to the sound of the alarm as she threw her apron on a chair and grabbed her piece of toast and swept into the corridor.

“Hang on that pole’s heavy,” Frank called after her, “I better give her a hand.” He told Sarah and he grabbed the rest of the toast and hurried after Felicia.

Felicia took the head phones with the throat microphone for the earplug speakers from the top of Caroline’s cage and started to prepare her for release as Frank joined her.

Caroline felt rather than heard Felicia arrive, she felt hands pushed through the bars of the cage which bucked a leather collar around her neck and Caroline then felt a tug as Felicia attached a leash and she was pulled gently from the cage, “There’s a three foot drop, swing your feet out first.” Felicia ordered as she switched on her microphone and spoke through Caroline’s earplug speakers.

Caroline eased her poor aching limbs from the cage and jumped down onto the cold hard granite floor, the shock jarred her bare feet.  “Follow me, do exactly as I say” Felicia ordered, “Walk forward, two, paces, one, halt!” Felicia ordered and Caroline obeyed, “Up three steps,” Felicia ordered as Caroline approached the display trolley, with its wide platform at cage height some three feet from the floor, “ that’s one, two, three, stop.”

Frank nodded at Felicia and picked up the eight foot long stainless steel pole like it was a twig not a hundred and fifty pounds of polished steel tube, smeared lube around the bullet like smooth streamlined end, and hoisted it up into the hole in the low ceiling almost over Caroline’s head

“Turn round.” Felicia ordered and suddenly to her horror, as she cautiously eased around Caroline felt the cold wet chill of the steel tube being forced down inside the back of her already excessively tight corset, as Frank carefully guided it as it sank downwards under it’s own weight, she breathed in as hard as she could as she felt the tube sliding down the groove of her buttocks and down against her legs until with a click she realised the tube or pole had been secured in a hole in the floor and she was trapped.

“Hold still,” Felicia advised and Caroline felt something touch her throat, another strap, it was pulled tight pulling her head back against the pole, she tried to move but the pole seemed immovable and she relaxed. At least she wouldn’t fall!

Frank checked the pole was fully engaged in the bed of the display trolley and tightened the securing bolt, ready to drop the loading flaps to leave Caroline perched on a platform only nine inches wide.

A chain jingled, Caroline felt something round her ankles, Felicia was shackling them tight against the pole, then she ordered, “Sink down Caroline, spread those knees there’s a good girl.”

With Felicia bearing down on her shoulders Caroline had no choice but to sink down, “Knees apart girl,” Felicia ordered through the earplug speakers.

Caroline felt something being loped round her left knee, a wide strap like a car seatbelt, pulling and then one around her right knee and then there was the sound of a ratchet, and her knees were pulled firmly down, out and back, Caroline baulked at the indignity, unaware that Frank had attached the knee spreader to her, a plank with a knee straps and a ratchet to tighten them which fitted behind the pole, she could do nothing to resist as Frank relentlessly spread her knees ever wider until the pain seemed unbearable and as she became sure her hips would break or  dislocate Caroline started to scream and cry into her gag.

Felicia helped to pull Caroline’s legs apart nice and wide then she hooked Caroline’s leash to the floor to prevent her standing and stood back to admire her efforts she waited for Frank to lower the loading flaps.

Felicia stared at Caroline for a moment or two before she undid Carolines crotch belt for a detailed inspection.  As the dampened belt came away so the dildo clattered to he floor leaving Caroline feeling suddenly empty.

“Oh Caroline you look disgusting, I can see right up inside you, you wicked little tease, and you’re leaking you absolute minx!” Felicia said through the earplug speakers, as she took the belt from Caroline’s waist and tossed it in a plastic bin before taking a sponge to clean Caroline up and finally she dried her carefully with a rough towel.

Caroline relaxed, the sponge was a pleasant feeling and the pain of her tortured hips diminished to be replaced with cramp but now she felt like her vagina would no longer close and she badly wanted something inside her.

Caroline felt horribly exposed and vulnerable, but shackled to the pole half way along the spine of the four foot wide and eight foot long display trolley she was quite safe, even if her head was only inches from the ceiling. The trolley was far too wide to fit through the dungeon door in any case and the pole could only be positioned right in the middle of the curved tunnel under the old escape shaft, but the trolley served it’s purpose and Frank got it for a good price from Bethesda when they upgraded to skeletal birthing chairs for display, although Frank was sure the old trolley was a better job.

Caroline waited, her heart thumped loudly as the minutes passed, stillness reigned, no touching, nothing, just the beginnings of thirst and hunger tormented her as she adapted to her posture and the pain subsided to a dull ache, bur relief turned so quickly to need, the bum plug tormented her now the dildo was gone, she realised she had found it’s presence comforting like a baby’s pacifier but now she felt like her whole pussy was gaping wide open, the skin pulled tight by her outspread knees, she wanted it filled, no she needed it filled,

Unbeknown to Caroline Herb Morton had just arrived on his Harley Davidson motorcycle, and resplendent in his black leathers the sixty two year old balding and overweight American had refused Sarah’s offer of coffee and was on his way to inspect her.

Caroline had no idea that Herb and Frank and Felicia were standing looking at her, “She’s leaking again” Frank said, looking a single drop of girl juice on the deck of the display trolley “That hinge will be rusty again in the morning you mark my words.”

“Shut up Partridge!” Felicia used her husbands supposed Chauffeur title in Herb’s hearing, and then switching on her throat microphone so Caroline could hear she said, “Now this is a recent arrival it needs toning, the training has been fairly minimal so far but the slave seems very amenable, very responsive to the crop.”

There was silence then Caroline felt strong male hands probing her labia, squeezing her breasts, feeling her legs, even running fingers through her hair.

Herb tried negotiating, she was far too old and  womanly for his taste, but he sensed a bargain, he made an offer.

“No Five thousand is our bottom limit,” Caroline heard Felicia saying through her earplug speakers, “Pounds, as seen,” Felicia paused, as Herb tried a new tack, “No,” Felicia insisted, “That’s exclusive of the Boob job and liposuction.”

Herb tried again, unheard by Caroline he enquired about surgery.

“No, as seen, we cannot do plastic surgery to make her look like your ex wife, not for the inclusive price,” Felicia continued as Caroline realised she was being treated like a commodity, not like an animal but like something to be altered, a blank canvas to be painted, not human or even animal but just a thing.

Caroline realised she was becoming wet again, her nipples were hardening and her clitty was crying out for attention as the fingers explored ever deeper inside her, she moaned into her gag willing the fingers ever deeper, or wishing they would give way to a dildo or even a cock.

Herb stood a while carried away for an instant by Caroline’s stifled moans, he liked the way they increased in pitch when he rubbed her clit, and wondered what she sounded like at the point of orgasm.

Caroline found herself responding, it was like a waking dream, no sound except Felicia’s voice, nothing to see just the sensations of her stretched anus, and those fingers exploring, tormenting, disembodied fingers in the blindfolded darkness.

Caroline moaned and gasped silently until she found she was struggling for breath as the restricting corset and gag combined to stifle her desperate need for oxygen so that as her excitement increased her mind raced and a purple haze descended as her mind started to close down and she squirmed and squeezed Herb’s fingers with her vagina muscles as she desperately sought release.

“Herb, you’re supposed to be looking not bringing the girl off!” Felicia cautioned but Herb was enjoying the sensations as she squeezed his fingers, he unbuttoned his fly and started to stroke his half erect four inch penis with his free hand.

Caroline’s sensations built to a crescendo, shame, humiliation and physical stimulation combined with lack of oxygen made the purple mist deepen to an impenetrable fog as which blanketed Caroline’s consciousness until as she reached the seminal point of orgasm and just when she needed a spurting cock to send her to heaven she instead lapsed into unconsciousness.

“My god the bitch has died on me, I’m out of here,” Herb declared as he recoiled away from Caroline and desperately stuffed his still erect penis back into his black motorcycle leathers.

“Oh god Frank” Felicia squealed, “she’s collapsed.” She rushed forward as Herb hitched up his zipper.

“She only fainted, I can feel her heart,” Frank explained, as he reached up to feel her pulse through her vagina.

“Well get your fingers out of her and give me a hand,” Felicia demanded as Herb rushed from the room, but Caroline had slipped into the land of dreams, a Minotaur was raping her, then a Griffon swept her up and flew her to it’s lair on the fiftieth floor of the Conoco building.

“Get her down,” Frank insisted as he pulled Caroline’s ball gag from her mouth and lifted the loading flaps up into position before he grabbed the pole and pulled it from its hole in the display trolley and up, and out of her corset, “Hold her,” he ordered as the pole came clear and as he threw it down behind the trolley to clatter across the floor Frank grabbed Caroline from Felicia’s grasp and swung her gently down to lay her on the floor. “Lets get the corset off her and put her to bed.” Frank ordered.

“If you’re sure.” Felicia agreed and she started ripping at the laces in Caroline’s Corset until she could remove it.

Frank lifted Caroline easily and carried her away down the corridor, away from the Dungeon, and up in the service lift and back to her bedroom where he laid her tenderly on her bed before removing her handcuffs and the manacles and chains from her ankles to leave only her bum plug as evidence of what had happened, before he finally pulled the duvet over her naked form as she lay peacefully.

“Her breathing’s steady,” Frank observed, “Let’s let her sleep.”

Felicia pulled Caroline’s earplugs out but left the blindfold to help her sleep, then she selected one of the books from the small bedside table and she sat down on the couch to wait for Caroline to wake, “Ask Sarah to bring my Laptop would you Frank” she asked.

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“I’m alive!” Caroline screamed, as she finally woke with a start.

“Of course you’re alive, what would you like for breakfast?” Felicia asked.

Caroline was completely stunned at the sound of what could only be Felicia’s voice, she reasoned she was somewhere remote, so she answered  “Oh smoked salmon!” sarcastically.

“If you wish, Cornflakes is perhaps more usual or toast?” Felicia explained, “I’ll ask cook if there is there any smoked salmon left.” Felicia paused, “is that what you want Caroline?”

“Where am I?” Caroline asked, before she realised her hands were free and struggled to loosen and remove her blindfold.

“Well where do you think you are?” Felicia asked enquired.

“How the hell should I know, Bethesda, the holding facility?” Caroline answered “I travelled miles on Oh!” Caroline blinked repeatedly in the harsh light as she pulled the blindfold away, she tried to take in the scene, and finally she realised she was in her own room, the guest room at Felicia’s Castle.

“What on earth?” Caroline exclaimed, “I travelled miles in that lorry, was it just in a circle?” she threw the duvet off herself and swung her legs off the bed.

“I’ll tell you later but first breakfast,” Felicia answered, “or perhaps an early lunch but first a bath.”

“I was terrified,” Caroline squealed,  “I went through hell last night!”

“Caroline, have you become some kind of exhibitionist?” Felicia asked, “Or will you be dressing for breakfast?”

Caroline squealed as she realised she wasn’t wearing her night dress and grabbed a pillow from the bed to hide her nakedness as she sprinted for the bathroom and  slammed the door. After a few moments Felicia heard water running.

Felicia knocked on the bathroom door and walked in, Caroline was in the shower, “It was only role play!” she explained. “You never left the building, we have a simulator,” Felicia explained, “Frank’s very proud of the simulator, it cost hundreds of thousands of pounds originally but he bought it for eight hundred pounds and did it up and computerised it to simulated lorry rides, or ocean liners or canal barges or anything jarring or vibrating.” Felicia explained.

“So I never actually went anywhere?” Caroline asked incredulously..

“Frank carried you from the dungeon.” Felicia suggested, “anyway have a nice soak, I’ll get you some breakfast.”

“Ugh, yes, what happened to me?” Caroline demanded.

“Subby role play,” Felicia replied, “Did you like it, only Cook wants to know when you’ll take Breakfast.

“But the lorry, the cage?” Caroline demanded.

“Sometimes unscrupulous dealers transport girls spread-eagled in a foot high cage, unable to even turn their head,” Felicia explained, “educated girls, girls from Russia, seeking a better life or from Islamic nations, maybe escaping being stoned to death for being raped.”

“Oh!” Caroline exclaimed, “Look just let me go, I’ll pay the fifty thousand.” She pleaded.

“Don’t be silly, you can go now if you wish” Felicia insisted.

“But have some breakfast first” Felicia ordered as Sarah knocked and walked in,

“And get dressed.”

Caroline was shaking as she stepped down from the shower, Felicia sympathised, “Would a collar help?”

“What?” Caroline exclaimed.

“Some slaves feel comforted by their collars,” Sarah explained, “I wonder if you would like to try one?”

“I would rather have a stiff brandy,” Caroline suggested.

“Just try a collar Caroline,” Felicia suggested, “Sarah get the black velvet and mother of pearl please.” Sarah turned towards the dressing table and pulled out the middle drawer.

Caroline, looked at the others, “Why don’t you go away and let me get dressed?”  she asked, but Sarah had already found the collar and held it for Caroline to see, a wide soft black band with a large oval mother of pearl brooch bearing a silver motif.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Felicia said, “It’s symbolic but you can wear it virtually anywhere.”

Sarah looped it around Caroline’s neck and carefully adjusted it for a perfect fit.

“How do you feel?” Felicia asked.

“It feels odd.” Caroline said and catching sight of it in the mirror she said, “But it’s gorgeous!”

“Does it feel right?” Felicia asked again. “Does it feel natural?”

“No it’s strange,” Caroline continued, “Sort of comforting, somehow.”

“It’s just a symbol of your acceptance of my control,” Felicia explained, “it allows you to blame me for anything that happens, do you see?”

“So phsycologically,” Caroline started to ask but Sarah added,

“Collar and cuffs suggests helplessness and dependence I expect you will wish your slave to be collared and cuffed so you really should experience it yourself for a little while.”

“Yes, exactly, we’ll just use the soft handcuffs, I think Sarah,” Felicia suggested, “Hands behind your back Caroline, if you want to play.”

“No way,” Caroline retorted, “There is no way I will ever let you two trick me again.” Caroline insisted, “And let me finish my bath and get dressed can’t you?”

“But Caroline you loved it1” Felicia reminded her. “And you still have the bum plug in don’t you.” She pointed out, “You really would benefit from some more submissive experience.”

“No” Caroline insisted, “Please get out, give me some privacy please,” she said agitatedly.

“We understand,” Felicia explained, “We’ll speak later perhaps?” she added as she ushered Sarah out of the Bathroom, Sarah went to the kitchen while Felicia returned to the bedroom to wait for Caroline to finish bathing. “Number two’s?” Felicia suggested and they both giggled.

“It was horrible” Caroline said to Felicia when she returned to the room some minutes later, “The way you stretched my and prodded me.”

“That was Frank and Herbert Morton” Felicia announced, “Herb’s harmless enough, bit of a timewaster though.”

“You’re joking, aren’t you?” Caroline gasped as the hair on the back of her neck prickled in embarrassment.

“No honestly.” Felicia replied, as she noted Caroline’s obvious discomfort.

“Oh my god no, surely not, not a stranger!” Caroline gasped in amazement.

“Oh yes, he offered three thousand pounds for you.” Felicia chuckled, “And how you squirmed as he fingered you!”

“No! please!” Caroline demurred, “It’s not true, surely?”

Felicia nodded, “It is, but imagine how much worse it would be if he had penetrated you, instead of wanking you with his left hand and wanking himself with his right!”

“Oh god, I suppose that’s what happens.” Caroline agreed, “But he offered money for me like I was for sale?”

“He just window shops,” Felicia explained, “he takes a slave for a week or month then returns her, You’re too old for him and he only came to see Frank’s simulator, but it gave you a sense of what a slave will feel when you examine her, didn’t it?”

“I suppose so” Caroline agreed.

“And you liked it didn’t you?” Felicia suggested.

“No way,” Caroline exclaimed.

“Caroline you were leaking like a tap,” Felicia explained, “ your juices were actually dripping and Frank thought you would make his precious trolley go rusty, now don’t pretend you weren’t excited.”

“Ok, yes I was, so what?” Caroline agreed.

“More excited than you have ever been before?” Felicia probed.

“Yes, Ok yes, maybe I was, so what?” Caroline asked again.

“Then surely you want to move to the next level?” Felicia asked.

“No, look this is just a part of my life, I need to be back at my desk at nine on Monday, I’m not some unemployed slut that can laze around all day.” Caroline explained.

“No, I understand, it’s quite normal Caroline, look I guarantee you will be back in London by Midnight, one a.m. Monday at the latest, now what do you say?”

“At my desk, Monday morning, dressed normally, no handcuffs,” Caroline demanded.

“Guides honour,” laughed Felicia, “so you’ll try the next level?” she asked, “Nothing dangerous, condoms, all that, no drugs, I promise.”

“I don’t know,” Caroline demurred, “I want something to eat first,”

“Well, you really do need to do this before I trust you with a sub of your own,” Felicia insisted and started to explain.

“It’s about trust, there must be trust between slave and Mistress, the slave needs security,” Felicia explained, “you cannot simply uproot a slave, sell her or indeed him on to a third party without their knowledge for instance, or remove him or her to a different location, you saw how frightening it can be, it was the uncertainty not the discomfort that was the overriding concern was it not?”

“I suppose so” Caroline agreed.

“Then I suggest we carry on the role play, ok?” Felicia tried again.

“Just a little longer then,” Caroline agreed.

“So collar and cuffs and then breakfast ok?” Felicia asked and Caroline nodded and turned to allow Sarah to cuff her hands behind her.

“Oh” Caroline asked, “What was the alarm that sounded earlier?”

“A wee sensor,” Sarah told her, “It shows when the slave has reached her limits.”

“Ah,” agreed Caroline, “I see.”

“Not to worry,” Felicia ordered, “now step through your hands and you can have a late breakfast, cereals and fruit juice, I think Smoked Salmon is hardly a breakfast is it? and afterwards you can do some cleaning.”

Caroline sat at the table, naked although she didn’t feel naked with the collar, she felt strangely secure. It’s not easy eating Cornflakes with your hands cuffed together as Caroline soon found, but she persevered,

“I found you some shoes, you look silly in those slippers!” Felicia announced as she placed some little four inch heeled black skeletal platforms with straps reaching above the ankles on the table as Caroline finished her cereals.

“I’ll never walk in those!” Caroline said, but Felicia helped her put them on and after  a few uncertain steps around the kitchen Caroline soon lost her fear.

Felicia smiled, “See its easy, now take this feather duster and cloth and start to clean the drawing room,” Felicia ordered, “Unless you want to start in the yard, but it’s cold out there.

“No, it’s all right.” Caroline agreed, “I like cleaning.”

Caroline liked cleaning because it gave her the chance to examine things, the pictures which appeared to be in oils by well known artists, she never gave a thought to what a total cock tease she was as she bent over naked except her bum plug as she wiped a spot of wet from the polished floor, or how her breasts jutted proudly as she reached for some embryo cobweb with the feather duster, later she even used the vacuum cleaner, revelling in its cold metal casing tingling against her naked body as she worked.

Felicia checked how Caroline was getting on, then she checked that Sarah had prepared lunch and then finally she checked on Frank, who was fiddling with his simulator, “Got a weeping seal on number four ram.” He complained, “It’s a big job to change the seal.”

“Get Ianto to do it, or just swap the ram.” Felicia suggested, “Give you an excuse to have a few pints in the “Railway” just don’t drive home afterwards!”

“Felicia!” he exclaimed as if wounded by her aspersions.

“And don’t screw that bloody barmaid, do you hear!” she concluded, “Because you have baby making duties to attend to.”

Felicia went to seduce Frank there and the but the sight of red hydraulic fluid all over his hands made her decide the matter could wait.

Caroline heard Felicia talking and walked down the wood panelled corridor to ask her what she should do next but then she stopped in uncertainty when she saw Frank and Felicia beside a curious machine in animated conversation.

Felicia looked up as Caroline approached the simulator “His simulator is broken,” Felicia explained.

“It’s only a weeping seal, cost millions it did,” Frank said, “when it was built for the B M C to test suspension parts back when they built cars,”

“Caroline’s not interested,” Felicia explained.

“It’s huge, what’s it doing here?” Caroline asked.

“Ah see Ianto found it all rusty in a Swansea scrap yard, only cost eight hundred quid it did, bargain!” Frank wiped his hands on an oily rag, “Do you want to see it work?” he asked hopefully.

“No,” said Caroline but it was too late.

“Hop up on it and Frank will give you the ride of your life!” Felicia joked, and as Caroline’s curiosity got the better of her she climbed up onto the six foot by four foot  platform between the gunmetal hydraulic rams with their gleaming shafts which held the platform some two feet or so above the floor.

The warning lights glowed on the panel as Frank powered up the system and the big hydraulic pump started to run, “Had to put it outside, the motor, we run the pipes through under the floor see” Frank explained.

“Just demonstrate it Frank,” Felicia suggested, “no need for a complete blow by blow account of it’s history.”

“Just sit a second.” Frank ordered,” there’s only nine foot to the ceiling and you’re quite a tall girl,” then as Caroline sat down the platform vibrated like a lorry starting up and jerked, like a lorry setting off, “Remember last night,” said Frank, “I just select Bedford to Bethesda 3 on the console and.”

“Frank, she isn’t interested.” Felicia repeated.

“It’s computerised then is it.” Caroline asked through the vibration as the bed seemingly wobbled and shuddered down the castle drive, the front end now tilted steeply downwards like the slope to the tarmac road.

“Yes Caroline, now do you want to see the ocean wave ride or do you want to see the Rabbit mode?” Felicia asked.

“Only I have to put you in the cage for the ocean,” Frank said, “Fix it down too,” he said pointing to a cage already swinging from an overhead gantry.

Caroline remembered swinging from the gantry in the cage.

“Rabbit sounds intriguing,” Caroline agreed.

“Take this and click it into one of the holes with a red ring round it.” Felicia suggested as she took a seven inch pink rubberised dildo with a strange metal fitting on the end from a locker beside the simulator and handed it to Caroline, “Lube?” she asked.

“Yes please,” Caroline requested, and Felicia squirted a glob of red lube from a large dispenser, onto the dildo.

“Try one of the middle holes ” Felicia suggested.

Caroline clicked the dildo into place and looked at it.

“Just sit on it!” Frank suggested, “But you’re only getting a taster because it makes the seals leak.”

“Shut up and get on with it Frank,” Felicia suggested.

Caroline looked around, she could not believe she was going to sink down on a seven inch rubber cock while a Welshman and his wife looked on, but her curiosity won the day and she pried her lower lips apart and started to sink down on the dildo.

Caroline gasped, the dildo was cold, she steadied herself and went to sink further when Felicia gave Frank a thumbs up signal, three or maybe four inches were inside her, three inches to go when the platform suddenly burst into life jumping up and back down around six inches, fairly slowly at first but rapidly increasing to around three times a second, a hundred and fifty or more times a minute.

“Aaagghhh oh my God.” Caroline exclaimed, “oh my god,”

“Bloody seals leaking again, Ianto,” Frank announced, as he saw his friend open the door.

“Yes Indeed,” said Ianto as he stepped into the cellar, “It’s the quick reversals, see, plays havoc with the lips of the seals.” He continued seemingly oblivious to Caroline bouncing furiously, or rather being bounced furiously, by the leaping and twisting platform, “I think we better fit the spare ram for now, shouldn’t take more than an hour when she’s finished enjoying herself.” he said as he pointed at Caroline for emphasis.

Caroline would have blushed if she hadn’t been quite so overwhelmed with the pounding she was experiencing, she knew the machine had ripped her insides to shreds but it felt so good that she really didn’t care, suddenly a siren blared and red lights flashed as the system powered down.

“Low fluid on four.” Ianto announced as he rubbed his greying beard with his greying hand.

“What about me?” Caroline moaned,

“Here,” Ianto said handing Caroline a wooden handle, “Click this onto that cock thing and do it the stone age way,” he laughed.

Caroline found she could remove the dildo as the platform stopped and as Ianto suggested she fitted the wooden handle and stood watching Frank and Ianto as she gently wanked herself. 

“Caroline,” Felicia said quietly, “If I told you yesterday that you would be standing her naked and wanking yourself with a seven inch dildo while watching a sixty year welsh engineer mending a Hydraulic ram, would you have believed me?”

Caroline blushed,  “Oh I suppose not but can you fix it?”

“Not quickly,” Ianto said thoughtfully, “We got to change the ram.”

“Oh hell!” said Caroline, “I rather liked that!” She sighed.

“Felicia keeps using that rapid program,” Frank complained, “ that’s what wrecks the seals, maybe after tea, eh”  Frank thought for a second or two and then he suggested, “Why not go and see the display shelf.”

“Yes,” said Felicia, “come and see.”

Caroline followed Felicia, tottering unsteadily on her high heels, her cuffed hands clinging firmly to the dildo handle she waddled bow legged but happy from the room.

“You saw the cage dungeon and the display trolley,” Felicia explained, “So I’ll show you the display shelf next, it’s by the cages, follow me.”

       

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The shelf was just that, a shelf, maybe three feet from the floor and seven inches wide running along the side of a vertical wall in a tunnel apparently cut from the rock, but there were four vertical poles each with the rock chiselled away to form an alcove maybe a nine inches deep behind it, Caroline realised immediately what they were for.

“You just climb the steps,” Felicia said, “You can’t do it on your own while cuffed so I’ll release you and you can skip a few stages and do the advanced display, would you like that?”

“I really don’t know!” Caroline suggested, “that machine, wow,” she said as Felicia removed her handcuffs.

“Just step up the steps and wrap this belt around your waist and then,” Felicia paused while Caroline tightened the belt around herself and the pole, “No face outwards with the pole behind you, like the display trolley,” Felicia snapped in exasperation, and then sink down and fasten the ankle belt,” and again she paused while Caroline fastened the belt around her ankles and the shiny metal pole.

“Now what?” Caroline asked.

“Display!” Felicia smiled, “No cuffs no blindfold nothing but you, you simply just sell yourself.

“You’re kidding, I can’t do that!” Caroline insisted, but she shivered with excitement at the prospect.

“Caroline, you are sitting there wanking yourself with a dildo,” Felicia exclaimed, “so I’m sure you can manage to smile sweetly and spread your legs when a customer walks in!”

“I ugh um,”  Caroline muttered.

“But lets get you washed and preened and have Sarah do your make up, shall we?” Felicia suggested, “Then perhaps when they boys have fixed the machine you can have another go!”

Caroline put the dildo aside, undid the belts and climbed from the shelf, she looked at the strange lopsided roof to the cellar, sort of a half curve with one vertical wall, before she followed Felicia away to Sarah’s room.

“We have nearly an hour before Sam Jenner comes round,” Felicia suggested, ”So

let’s make it seem real shall we?”

To be Continued

Caroline sat at her dressing table as Sarah helped her to put on her makeup, she wore a black corset again, but in shiny black leather, with a zipper and buckles at the front bdsm style, and tapes to suspend her short black stockings, obscenely short black stockings which left a wide expanse of creamy thigh uncovered. Sarah worked carefully with her palette of blushers, vivid lipstick, eyelashes and eye shadow to transform Caroline into a complete slut.

And not just her face, Sarah worked diligently on Caroline’s body, teasing away a stray hair from her sex and applying rouge and shadow to emphasise her labia, and even a touch of vivid scarlet lipstick to the depths where her pink lips gave way to red flesh, and finally after a final cleansing she applied a clear but sticky mint based foundation so everything was minty fresh “downstairs.” 

Sam Jenner had no idea that Felicia had lined up Bonnie, the sub she hoped to sell to Sam alongside two others, for whom she very different plans, namely Caroline and a Russian girl named Leila, who Felicia hoped might in time become Caroline’s slave.

Sam came from the USA but he owned a big house in County Clare which he used as his European base and as he was one of Felicia’s best customers she had worked especially hard to find Bonnie for him, a near exact match for his detailed specification.

Bonnie was a real beauty, fine Caucasian bone structure with that lovely all year tan you get with a Jamaican father, she was stunning, especially come winter when the white girls were slapping on fake tan or spending hours on a sun-bed, summer was a problem but it would not be a problem for a slave in a dungeon who never saw the sun.

Bonnie had been a successful fashion model until someone passed pictures of her snorting Cocaine to the papers, a devious, dastardly, cowardly trick which Frank set up with Bonnie’s sometime boyfriend that raised nearly a hundred thousand pounds for Frank and Leila, and propelled Bonnie into the ranks of girls who needed to disappear, and of course Frank and Leila were in the right place at the right time to offer a "disappearance package," for a reasonable fee of course.

Felicia never thought for a moment that Sam would look any further than Bonnie when she offered him choice of slaves, but she wasn’t worried, Leila also needed to keep a low profile and Caroline, well, she was a size too large and a good five years too old for Sam so Felicia had no worries on that score!

Frank was supposed to wheel Caroline to the display area in a wheel chair, so her makeup remained perfect, especially down below, but when he didn’t arrive Sarah had to wheel Caroline along instead, down the corridor and then down in the service lift, an incongruous grey metal monstrosity carved into the fabric of this Victorian remake of a medieval Castle by the ministry of munitions when they took control during the war.

The lift whirred near silently as it descended, just the thunder of the passing counter weight audible above the sizzle of the motors and the hiss of the wires, they stopped at the dungeon level with a jerk and as the grey door slid open so Sarah pushed Caroline the last few yards, “Careful Caroline, don’t do anything, just relax,” Sarah cautioned, “Felicia will be cross if you get sweaty.” but Caroline stepped from the Trolley and walked towards Felicia who was standing by  the shelf.

The shelf was just that, a shelf, maybe three feet from the floor and seven inches wide cut into the rock along the side of a vertical wall in a tunnel apparently cut from the rock and tunnelled deep into the hillside behind the Castle. The Tunnel had been opened up for extra height above the shelf, the headroom now a clear seven feet above the shelf, and the brick lined whitewashed ceiling curved gently from the bare rock of the vertical wall above the shelf to the floor twelve feet or so away.

Along the length of the shelf four vertical poles were spaced some six feet apart each with the rock chiselled away to form an alcove maybe nine inches deep to give enough room to slip a belt behind the pole while still leaving a six or seven inch shelf in front of the pole to perch on. Felicia slid a set of wooden steps into place as Caroline approached, “Here climb these steps, hold on to the pole,” she suggested.

Caroline saw there was a wide leather belt with two buckles and a narrower one already looped around the pole, “Just climb up, and step through the belts, I’ll tighten them this time,” Felicia added.

“I can manage” Caroline replied but Felicia cautioned her.

“It’s more awkward than it looks, let me,” Felicia advised and as Caroline stood on the shelf facing the pole and gripping it with her hands Felicia lifted the belts up and secured the first one loosely around her waist and the smaller around her ankles, “That’s it turn to face out,” Felicia ordered, and as Caroline turned Felicia tightened the belts fully.

“And sink” Felicia ordered.

“It hurts my ankles” Caroline complained, as she sank down so her bottom rested on her heels.

“Spread your knees, let’s see your best feature,” Felicia ordered, ”Oh lovely!” she said as she admired Sarahs expertise with the make up.

“Why can’t I sit on the shelf,” Caroline asked.

“No, feeling only today, but if you like,” Felicia smiled, “well there are some eyebolts for ankle spreaders,” Felicia explained patiently, “It’s just the right height for most men to penetrate you if you sit, but in display squat it’s almost impossible for a customer to take any unacceptable liberties such as unauthorised penetration, do you understand?”

“Yes” said Caroline uncertainly, “Yes, I see, oh, gosh, look, I’m not sure about this.”

“Caroline, you have to trust me,” Felicia insisted, “I’ll be here, you’ll be fine.”

Felicia checked the belts one last time, and said, “I’ll get the others.”

Caroline watched them come in, they were both a dress size smaller than Caroline, two in the case of the darker one, Caroline saw one was a real beauty, fine Caucasian chiselled nose and high cheekbones with that lovely all year tan you get with a black father and white mother, and she looked for all the world like a famous catwalk model, Caroline decided, as she tried to remember the model’s name.

The pale one was very pale, as in eastern European pale, with her dark hair cut in a severe communist manner, one could hardly call it styled and  she even bore a patch of stubbly pubic hair, and she was slightly shorter than Caroline, or so Caroline surmised.

Felicia and Sarah quickly helped the other girls onto their poles and cleared the steps away before they quickly adjusted the lighting to spotlight the three girls using the remotely controlled motorised halogen lights which Frank had installed specially for the purpose.

Caroline looked around at other girls but they just stared straight ahead ignoring her, and noted the others had different corsets, high fashion not bdsm, and hold up stockings, more chic than slut, suddenly she felt dirty, ashamed somehow, as if Sarah had dressed her down.

Caroline was still staring when Frank walked in with a smartly dressed American businessman, who introduced himself with a cheery, “Hi girls, who wants to play with Sammy.” spoken in a pleasant tone although perhaps over confidently. 

Caroline turned to stare at “Sammy” he seemed quite nice, maybe mid to late thirties, a bit shy under his over confident exterior, she thought, his lightweight blue grey suit looked expensive, hand made, she had an eye for these details.

“Eyes front eyes down,” Felicia ordered, “This is Sam Jenner, Sam came all the way from the states to choose one of you lovelies as his playmate.” She continued but Caroline just stared at Sam.

“Hey eyes down slut.” Sam said as he returned Caroline’s stare.

She growled at him, she had no idea why but she growled.

“Wildcat huh, she been trained?” Sam asked as he took a step towards her, the flesh on Caroline’s arms and neck erupted in goose bumps, “Hell she’s nervous, it’s ok little kitty, Sammy just wants to feel the merchandise don’t be scared.” He cooed, as he reached out to her.

Caroline just stared as he pawed her, gently lifting each breast in turn as he checked for implants, opening her mouth by gently pulling on her chin like he was checking out a horse, she held his gaze as he looked deep into her eyes, pausing a moment in indecision.

Caroline felt his breath on her cheek, sweet smelling with a hint of peppermint and finally he reached down to feel her sex, and she felt immensely proud of her own self control as she willed herself to remain still as she stared into his twinkling brown eyes, he smiled, “Hell she sure is pleased to see me.” Sam observed as his fingers slipped effortlessly inside her.

Caroline cringed, she had felt her nipples stiffen as Sam touched her breasts, but now she felt her sex growing damp, and it felt like her lower lips were gently opening ready for his inspection, as he eased them gently apart.

“Like how much you asking?” Sam asked, “because although I like what I see I don’t honestly think this is twenty four seven slave material.”

“Oh, well see the others,” Felicia said.

“I guess I’d need a longer.” Sam said as he dipped his head down and slipped his tongue into Caroline’s sex, “Longer test,” he said licking his lips, “Maybe later.”

Caroline squirmed in frustration, glowering at Sam as he moved away, he stared back. “Grrrr” he growled, and laughed.

Sam moved on to Leila, she kept her hands behind her back and her head and eyes down as Sam mauled her.

“Hey not bad,” he said, “Prime quality, Frank, and what have we here,”  Sam asked as he checked Bonnie, out.

“Bonnie” Felicia answered, “She could have been made to your specification.”

“Yeah sure,” he said as she stood nervously,  

“Ain’t you pleased to see me?” he asked as he checked her out, “Got any lube Frank?”

Bonnie stared helplessly at Frank, “She’s just cold Sam.”

“Well that first ones hot enough, more than hot enough,” he said, “Hell who said you could wank yourself?” he demanded of Caroline as he turned to look at her, “Now you just stop that d’you hear!”

Caroline guiltily removed her fingers, as Sam strode over, “What kind of submissive are you?” he demanded in mock fury as he strode across to stand before her.

“A naughty one?” Caroline suggested, “Ah sir.”

“A very, very,” he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it, “Naughty naughty little kitten,” he said and kissed her again, this time on the neck, “I’ll take that brown one” Sam said over his shoulder, “This one should be paying me!” he chuckled as he slipped his fingers back inside Caroline and began to excite her once again.

“You want Bonnie?” Felicia queried.

“Sure do, I’ll enjoy loosening her up,” he said, “You wanna slip down so I can fuck you?” Sam asked Caroline.

“Oh yes!” she agreed without thinking, “Please!”

“No, not if your not buying!” Frank reminded him.

“Hell I am buying,” Sam pointed out, “And she said yes!”

“She’s a slave, she can’t say no now leave her alone.” Frank reminded him.

“No, please,” Caroline said, but Sam had the measure of her and the warm wet loving feeling was growing in her clitty and rushing like a purple cloud towards her brain and suddenly Caroline gasped, “Oooohhhhhh.” She said, “That’s sooo gooood.”

“See, she should be paying me!” Sam announced, “Now if I do this and.”

“Oh my god, ohh pleassseeee,” Caroline wailed, “Oh my, god where did you learn.”

“Ssshh, Caroline, remember your place dear.” Felicia reminded her as Caroline’s head fell back as she gasped in helpless ecstasy.

“I can’t stand it, please, stop, no don’t stop, please.” Caroline squealed and then she heard this wailing.

“Hey kitty, be quiet you hear!” Sam chided her but Caroline had moved to a different plane as in her mind she just floated away on a purple cloud of sheer ecstasy.

Reality slowly returned to Caroline’s overloaded brain, “Thank you.” she finally and breathlessly managed to gasp.

“Glad to be of service Ma’am,” Sam replied, “My pleasure.”

The obvious bond between Caroline and Sam was not lost on Felicia so she quickly suggested Frank take Sam to look at Bonnie again yet Sam barely noticed Bonnie or Leila as he passed them as he seemed to have eyes only for Caroline. 

Bonnie stared incredulously at Sam as he walked away, “He chose me yet look at what he’s doing to her,” she said to Felicia.

“He is the Master,” Felicia explained, “ he is in charge that’s the name of the game, just remember it’s all a game, enjoy it. ok?”

It took just a few moments for Felicia and Sarah to help the girls down, removing the belts helping them slip down to sit on the step and then step down to the ground where Sarah handed them black bathrobes with red trim to hide their nakedness.

Leila rounded on Felicia, “What have you planned for me now?” she asked.

“Don’t worry, I always suspected he would go for Bonnie,” Felicia admitted, “I know it’s disappointing.”

“What about me!” Bonnie squealed, “He said he’d have me but then he just wouldn’t leave that bitch alone.”

“Bonnie dear,” Felicia answered her, “he chose you, he’s paying very well and you’ll have a great time in Ireland, what is your problem?”

“He disrespected me!” she insisted.

“You’re a slave now, get used to it, at least you have someone to go with,” Leila pointed out, “For me there is no one.”

“Oh my god look at her!” Bonnie cried.

“Caroline dear, stop wanking, please.” Felicia requested but Caroline didn’t want to, if she couldn’t have Sam’s fingers then she would use her own, just for some gentle tender loving care.

Sarah led Bonnie and Leila away while Felicia dealt with Caroline, “Caroline this is only role play remember, come along let’s get you sorted out.”

Sarah took Bonnie back to the top floor room where she had changed earlier and within twenty minutes Bonnie was waiting in the drawing room dressed immaculately in an elegant designer trouser suit with her expensive leather cases beside her as she watched and waited impatiently for her transport, she brightened when she heard the Jet Ranger approach and then settle on the front lawn.

But just when Bonnie was anticipating having Sam all to herself her illusions were shattered when Sam and Frank appeared and Sam announced, “Hey Frank, I guess I’ll stay to dinner,” he paused “have Charlie take, uh, Bonnie back to County Clare would you, I have unfinished business.”

Felicia nearly went into a panic when Frank told her of Sam’s plans, she was only planning a simple meal and with the need to get Leila back to Bethesda and entertain Frank she was unable to work out what to do next.

Her first plan was to put Leila and Caroline together, but she had left Caroline lying flat out on her bed, still dressed in just corset and stockings and still high from Sam’s attention while Leila, now dressed in a black skirt and a tight white tee shirt, felt slighted and humiliated by Sam’s rejection so the sparks of their clashing personalities flew as soon as Felicia showed Leila into Caroline’s room “Phew, what a guy!” Caroline exclaimed as Sarah brought Leila into her room.

“What was this,” Leila asked in annouance, “You spoil it for me, It could be me going with him, he never gave me chance after you fuck him up!” she spluttered angrily.

“Look, I’m sorry but what the hell difference did it make to you?” Caroline asked, “And what are you doing in my room anyway?”

“Oh sorry,” Sarah said, “I thought you two were friends!”

“She is snakes in the grasses,” Leila exclaimed as it became abundantly clear that Leila’s future as Caroline’s slave was clearly a non starter.

“We’ll leave you in peace then,” Sarah apologised as she ushered Leila from Caroline’s room.

“Oh Christ,” Felicia exclaimed, when Sarah explained about Leila and Caroline,  “let’s get Frank to take Leila to Bethesda and, oh heavens what to do with Sam.”

“He could take a walk round the grounds with me,” Sarah suggested, “While you fix Dinner?”

“Don’t be stupid, I can’t do dinner alone, no we’ll have to send Caroline!” Felicia exclaimed.

“But she can’t parade around outside naked!” Sarah pointed out.

“No, of course not naked in street clothes, she brought all sorts.” Felicia insisted, “Yes tell Caroline, and tell Frank to take Leila to Bethesda.”

“Where’s Frank?” Sarah asked.

“Simulator I expect,”  Felicia suggested, “yes tell Leila she’s going home and suggest Caroline might like to take Sam for a walk.”

Sarah rushed around, Leila was happy enough to go back to the holding facility, but Caroline was shocked, “Oh, god, do I have to?” she exclaimed, then she said, “What should I wear.”

“Denim trousers, tee shirt, sensible shoes, padded jacket,” Sarah suggested.

“Right, yes, ten minutes?” Caroline replied as she rushed to find something suitable.

“Hey, sit down lets get the war paint off you first!” Sarah advised and Caroline sat at the dresser once again as Sarah washed away the eye shadow and powder to leave Caroline looking like herself again, just an ordinary twenty something business  woman.

As Sarah suggested Caroline dressed in her denim trousers, white tee shirt over a black bra and her padded jacket but with knee length black leather boots and  after grabbing a few essentials from her purse including her phone and mints she rushed downstairs like  love-struck schoolgirl.

“Hi there,” Sam greeted her, “My you sure look different!” he said appreciatively.

Caroline blushed, “Felicia suggested we take a stroll around the grounds, something about cook having a day off?”

“Yes, she said I should take care of you,” Sam said, “are you ready?”

She nodded and they walked out of the front door and across the lawns towards the track leading to the hills, “Nice view,”  he said inadequately.

“Yes beautiful,” Caroline agreed, “You can see West Bromwich on a clear day.” She stumbled, “So I understand.”

“What are you doing here Caroline,” Sam asked, as they climbed the hillside and started to walk through the trees.

“Just ah.” She replied.

“The truth now,” Sam demanded.

“I came to see a girl, a submissive, you know a slave,” Caroline admitted, “I came into some money you see.”

“So what the hell were you doing on that display shelf?” Sam asked.

Caroline looked at her feet before nervously admitting “Felicia said I had to learn what it’s like to be dominated before she let me take on a sub.”

“Ha ha,” Sam chuckled, “That’s a good one.”

“But its true!” Caroline suggested.

“I don’t doubt it,” Sam asked, “so what would you have done if I chose you?”

“I would have been ecstatic for half an hour, but I have to be back at my desk on Monday morning,” Caroline explained.

“Then we have tonight,” Sam explained, “I’ll cancel the helicopter, I guess they have a room?”

“Yes lots!” Caroline said immediately, “or if not you could sleep on the couch.”

“I wasn’t planning to do much sleeping.”  Sam smiled.

“Then I suggest go back to Ireland to your little slut!” Caroline suggested petulantly.

“No I want some adult company,” Sam replied, “I hope you do too.”

“Certainly, I enjoy a grown up conversation,” Caroline replied, “But perhaps we should get back before it gets dark.”

“No, watch the sunset,” Sam suggested, “It’s great, the whole of the mountain gets ringed with red then gold,” he put his hands around Caroline’s waist, and held her tight as the sun set casting its golden glow around the hillsides.

The dinner was pleasant enough, Caroline dressed in her long back dress seeking elegance over sensuality and they sat and talked and enjoyed Felicia’s cooking, and a few glasses of wine.

They talked of fashion and politics and music and stage shows, “That Katherine Jenkins, now there’s talent” said Frank.

“And she can sing!” said Caroline added and laughed.

The dinner continued pleasantly until Sam suddenly turned to Caroline and asked,

“Caroline, do you want to suck my cock now.” As he passed her the box of after dinner mints.

“No, No way, you horrible man,” Caroline gasped, “Oh,” she snorted, “I thought you were a Gentleman!” she snapped as she abruptly pushed her chair back, stood up and stormed from the room, Sam laughed at her reaction, while Felicia was horrified.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me I have a wildcat to tame.” Sam exclaimed, as he strode after Caroline,

Caroline had just flung her bedroom door open when she realised Sam was right behind her, she stepped inside and went to turn round but Sam had followed her and closed and locked the door.

“Oh no, No way!” Caroline insisted as she turned away from Sam, but his arms were around her, his breath on her neck and Caroline was already melting to his touch as she struggled desperately to retain a shred of dignity.

“Unfinished business,” he explained, as he reached for her zipper, pulling it down to her waist before pulling her dress apart, first slipping it forward off her shoulders and then baring her breasts as he unfastened her brassiere and then as he kissed her neck passionately he pulled her towards him and eased her dress from her hips and finally pulled her panties down to bare her completely.

“Bastard,” she muttered as she stepped from her panties and heels, but she turned and started to undo Sam’s tie, before slipping his Jacket off and removing his shirt and trousers and.

“Suck it.” Sam ordered, “Suck my cock, you know you want to!”

“No,” Caroline refused, “I won’t,” she insisted as she cupped his balls in the palm of her left hand, and stroked his shaft with her right hand.

“I don’t understand?” Sam asked in confusion. “I thought you were learning to be a slave?”

“Only so it makes me a better mistress,” Caroline explained “and no I don’t want to suck your cock, but it’s a nice cock and if you’re very nice to me I might just let you put it somewhere nice, and safe and warm and wet and, ” Caroline suggested, as she climbed into her bed while gently leading Sam towards her by gripping his now straining erection.

“Hey be careful,” Sam agreed, “But sucking cock is one thing, this is making love in my book, you suck me, I tongue you we have fun, where’s the problem?”

“I want more, we make love properly in my bed,” Caroline insisted, “Or goodnight.”

“This is not,” Sam said as he climbed under the duvet with Caroline,  “what I had in mind,” he continued as he climbed in behind her, cupped her breasts and kissed the back of her head, “But hey, it’s good to let someone else take a lead once in a while.”

“Perhaps!” Caroline replied, “And get that thing away from my backside, I want it inside me properly or not at all, do you hear.”

“Then roll on your back slut.” Sam said.

“No I’m not your slut you’re my stud, ok!” Caroline insisted.

“Ha, haha, that’s priceless!” Sam squealed.

“I’ll pay you ten dollars.” Caroline offered.

“Make it pounds and you have a deal.” Sam suggested.

“Yes,” Caroline agreed, “Ten pounds, make love to me.”

“You can’t buy love.” Sam said looking into her eyes as he rolled her on her back, “it’s the eyes that betray them, the gigolos and the whores.”

“And what are my eyes saying Sam?” Caroline asked, as he spread her knees apart.

“Fuck me now?” he suggested as he tested her readiness with his fingertip, “and what are mine saying?”

“Confusion, you’re not sure about, Ohhh god,” Caroline said as Sam started to ease his manhood inside her.

“No, I’m not confused,” he said as he thrust gently pushing a few more centimetres with each thrust, “I’m just sorrowful I chose the wrong girl this afternoon.”

“You don’t mean it but thank you.” Caroline sighed, “So come along earn your ten pounds.” She ordered as she turned out the bedside light.;

“Gee sex under the covers, missionary position, lights out how kinky can you get!” Sam exclaimed as he began to gently thrust in and out of Caroline.

“It’s nice though,” Caroline suggested, “For a change.”

“You want this load in your mouth?” Sam asked suddenly as his thrusting got faster, “On your tits maybe?”

“No, inside Sam, Cum in me Sam.”

“I’m not wearing,” he explained but Caroline grabbed his buttocks firmly.

“Inside you bastard, shoot your load in me, I needed your cum so badly earlier” Caroline confessed, “To make it perfect,” and before Sam could react the warm sticky flow erupted blasting against the neck of her cervix, flooding her completely.

“Mmm, oh that’s it that’s perfect, Caroline exclaimed and as Sam slowed his thrusting and stilled she asked, “How long before you can do it again?”

“If you suck my cock?”

“No if I don’t!” Caroline insisted .

“Twenty minutes, thirty tops, why you got another ten pounds?” Sam asked.

“Oh yes, fifty if I need them.” Caroline agreed as she lay still.

Sam grabbed a shower as Caroline lay waiting for him, and ten minutes later he returned, “Hey look what come up!” he suggested as he waved his very erect penis at her, “You want to bend over the end of the bed this time,”

“No,” Caroline demurred,

“Francine my first wife always said behind was best for babies,” Sam suggested, “ that is what you have in mind isn’t it, getting pregnant and landing me with a paternity suit?”

“Oh!” Caroline said.

“It’s in the eyes girl, I’m not boyfriend material.”

“I’m paying remember,” Caroline reminded him, “so we’ll do it your way next time, this time we do it my way.”

Sam didn’t argue, he just took up where he left off before and there wasn’t a next time because when he finished Sam just rolled to one side said, “wow,” and fell asleep and Caroline lay beside him contentedly listening to his breathing.

They woke with the sound of hail on the window panes as the first grey light of dawn crept around the edges of the drapes of the bedroom windows.

“I like my slut to such my cock first thing,” Sam said quietly.

“I think, “Good Morning” is a more traditional greeting,” Caroline informed as she felt the familiar warm wet feeling spread from her sex to engulf her whole consciousness, and no, if you want your cock sucked do it yourself!”

“Then I guess there’s only one answer,” Sam announced as he rolled on top of Caroline, she felt his erect penis against her belly and grasped it and guided him where she wanted him, right into her pussy.

“Good compromise,” Caroline agreed, as she felt her sex melting as she accepted him inside her “The only sausage I want to eat in the morning is with my bacon and egg.”

“Oh hell I just like lying back reading the newspaper while some little fuck slut licks my dick, it ain’t right having to do all the work,” Sam complained, but he didn’t mind Caroline’s breasts looked mighty fine in the pale light and he realised her frame was built for comfort and not necessarily style, as he settled down to pound rhythmically into her pleasantly yielding flesh.

“You could have gone home to Bonnie!” Caroline observed.

“I guess I could,” Sam agreed, “but it’s been fun hasn’t it?”

“Mmmm.” Caroline agreed.  “Just shut up and make love to me.”

It was all very predictable, Caroline became more and more excited until she sensed Sam was about to cum and then that warm safe fuzzy purple haze descended and overflowed into Caroline’s mind and she heard someone screaming.

“Hush” Sam said, “Pipe down, you’ll wake the whole house, Oh too late.”

Frank put his head round the door, “Ah, you’re ok I see!”

“Yes,” Caroline agreed, “Yes, Yes, Yes.”

“Caroline, For heavens sake!” Sam exclaimed “pipe down”

“Fuh, Fuh Fuh, Fug me harder,” she managed to gasp as she wrapped her legs around him before Sam lost control and shot his load firmly and deeply inside Caroline’s willing womb.

“Gee Caroline,  you’ll wear me out,” Sam declared.

“I don’t care,” Caroline declared, “I’m paying remember!”

They didn’t get to go down to eat breakfast, neither wanted to stir from the bed, to spoil the moment or for their time together to end, so Felicia brought a tray and they lay talking until almost noon.

The rain was still lashing against the windows, the weather had closed in and the Helicopter couldn’t land so Sam was marooned, but just before noon Frank brought Sam some fresh socks and underwear and suggested they should drive to Cardiff and pick up the helicopter there.

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Felicia found Caroline still lounging in bed when she came looking for her at  precisely mid day, “Come along have a quick shower, and we’ll go upstairs, I have oodles of lovely fetish wear for you up there, I’ll be on the top landing.”

Caroline was ready in ten minutes, she dressed in a simple cream mini dress and made her way the top floor where she heard Felicia singing to herself in one of the small former servants quarters bedrooms.

“This is my showroom and changing room,” Felicia announced as Caroline walked in, “And this is what I recommend as mistress wear.” She explained as Caroline realised the room was full of boxes and saw Felicia was holding a black leather cat-suit with red L for learner sewn onto a white background.

“Gosh, right!” Caroline squealed, “How much!”

“Around a thousand, the crotch has the full length zipper which is the weak point, you see, it opens waist to waist, but it is fun!”

“Do you get them made to order?” Caroline asked.

“No, these are made on spec,” Felicia admitted, “we have a little man in Karachi who does them at a very reasonable charge!”  Felicia pulled a similar garment from another box, “The crotch has a flap secured by press studs, there really isn’t access to the anus but it’s very pleasant for receiving head, and there is no zip to scratch the slaves face.

“Gosh.” Caroline gasped, “I never realised.”

“No dear it’s not all Ann Summers!” Felicia replied, “Of course you may have other preferences.

“White leather bodice, white leather skirt.” Caroline said decisively, “That’s how I see myself, sort of an evil virgin.”

“We have a three piece, Jacket, Bodice, with exposed breasts, and Miniskirt.” Felicia explained, “You may find the Latex easier to maintain.”

“I like the feel of leather.” Caroline exclaimed, “I don’t suppose.”

“Yes, I think I have something,” Felicia exclaimed as she opened a box and held up a suit, “Eh Voila, I think this is as close as we get.”

“That’s it, that’s just like the one I saw online.” Caroline cooed, “Can I try it on?”

Felicia nodded, “There is a screen over there.”

Caroline chuckled, “A screen’s a bit pointless surely.”

“Oh no, Symbolism, Caroline, no dressing up is a private affair,” Felicia explained, “Come down when you’re ready.”

“I wish Sam was still here to see me!” Caroline exclaimed as she stepped out from behind the screen, “I feel so,”

“Naughty?” Felicia suggested.

“Liberated I think,!” Caroline added, “Oh gosh, I see why you wanted me to experience, you know, that.”

“Yes exactly!” Felicia agreed as if that is what she had intended all along! “It’s thirteen hundred and fifty six pounds, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, oh well, yes, I’ll take it.” Caroline agreed, “But I expect a discount if I take a girl as well,”

“Of course!” Felicia agreed, pleased that she had already added another hundred pounds to the sticker price in case Caroline demanded a discount.

“What about a corset?” Felicia asked.

“Yes,” Caroline agreed. “and I think I’ll have a cat-suit as well, the one with the flap, you know my size.”

“Shall I wrap that for you?” Felicia asked.

“No I’ll wear it.” Caroline agreed, “Oh I feel so naughty!”

“Actually Sarah wants to show you something, you will be more comfortable in a skirt.” Felicia suggested, “She will be waiting for you downstairs, she added.”

Caroline carefully packed her leather outfit back in the box and made her way to the drawing room where Sarah had hooked her Laptop computer to a twenty eight inch wall mounted LCD monitor, “These are the sort of girls we recommend for a first timer,” Sarah suggested as she flashed up images of a variety of girls, “We have a composite program which combines feeds from a variety of sources such as SlavEBay, dot co dot uk, and some foreign ones,”

“Look at that one!” Sarah said, “a bit overweight in places, nice teeth nice hair for a dark haired one and.”

“That’s me!” Caroline exclaimed, “Reserve not reached!” she gasped, “Three thousand dollars!”

“Puts things in perspective, but how about Leila?” Sarah asked.

“You put me on SlavEBay” Caroline said, “And no one wanted me, you rotten cow!”

“We always do that” Sarah lied, “Just a bit of fun but if we had a good offer!” she chuckled. “we would have to do our sums but how about Leila?”

“Leila?” Caroline asked, “Oh no she’s horrible.”

“She is from Ukraine, her student visa has expired and she is lying low to avoid the authorities and is hoping that someone will be prepared to marry her, she comes for Ten thousand but as we explained there are nearly forty thousand pounds worth of essential works required at your Kensington residence which we will arrange, before she moves in.” Sarah explained.

“No, I really don’t think so!” Caroline insisted.

“Oh well,” Sarah replied, “Now this is Tabitha, she is on live web cam, oh and this is DS Jones.”

“Why call her by her initials?” Caroline asked.

“Detective Sergeant, “Sarah announced, “she tried to infiltrate our associates acquisition program, now you can lease her for ten thousand per annum with twice monthly helicopter transits from Docklands or Northolt, but she remains at our facility, we hope eventually to send her to the States but she is a total wildcat but if you are seeking a challenge?”

“So you lease as well as sell outright?” Caroline enquired,

“Oh yes, and provide a secure containment facility,” Sarah suggested, “In association with our associates, I didn’t really mean to say it that pompously, but Bethesda is a separate operation but I guess you want a home slave, not one to visit at the weekend?”

“Yes, ideally.” Caroline agreed.

“And female?” Sarah asked.

“I didn’t know you did anything else.” Caroline admitted.

“Sometimes, but a rampant submissive male is a bit of a rare beast.” Sarah suggested.

“If it was for weekends then we have several girls who have expressed an interest, at least an interest in the money!” Sarah laughed, “Both here in Wales and in London.”

“No, I set my sights on a home girl.” Caroline confirmed.

“Shall I have Leila sent over?” Sarah asked.

“Oh no, no way!” Caroline retorted, “What about the girls we saw last night?”

“Ah they went back,” Sarah said.

“Who else is there?” Caroline asked, “Or is it Leila or nothing?”

“It’s difficult, but maybe,” Sarah wondered, “Perhaps a student would suit you, you work, she studies and then you role play, because really Caroline, it’s unfair to leave a slave shackled when you’re at work.”

“I suppose it is,” Caroline agreed, “What would happen if she choked, if she got a cold when she was gagged for instance?”

“That’s murder Caroline,” Sarah pointed out, “don’t expect any help from us if you maim or murder, that is not what we are about here.”

“Oh Ok, then I think,” Caroline explained,“actually I think I’m totally confused.”

“Perhaps a more mature lady?” Sarah enquired,

“Or what about, what about a teenage rebel!”

“What?” Caroline asked.

“Yes, then you could break her in to your own requirements,” Sarah suggested as she realised she was going to have to leave soon if she wasn’t to miss the Rugby.

“Look, if there’s nothing to interest you here then I need to get ready for the Rugby,” Sarah explained.

“Everything all right,” Felicia asked, as she brought a tray of sandwiches and Coffee in”

“Look I said I want to see Gethin playing Rugby, if that’s alright,” Sarah explained, “I’ll see you about six, all right,”

“Yes that’s fine, you get going, goodbye!” Felicia said and Sarah made her excuses and rushed to the yard where she jumped in her red VW Polo and drove off in a shower of gravel.

Felicia poured the Coffee, “So what are we to do with you?” Felicia enquired, “I think you need a challenge, a little wildcat, Donna.”

“What?” Caroline asked.

“Donna, eighteen, looking at eighteen months to two years youth custody for bottling her boyfriend.” Felicia suggested as she handed a dossier to Caroline.

“Bottling?” Caroline queried.

“She hit him in the face with a broken bottle,” Felicia said “Allegedly!”

“Oh my god what a creature!” Caroline countered as she flicked through the photographs, “My god the tattoos, the piercings!”

“She needs a firm hand!” Felicia suggested, “Now it will cost about two thousand pounds in legal fees to get her tagged and put on probation, we’ll say she is a talented artist and you will agree she can stay at your home while she studies, weekly visits to the police station and no leaving the house after 10 p.m. nothing too onerous.”

“Will she agree?” Caroline asked.

“It’s that or youth offenders institution!” Felicia explained, “What do you think?”

“What about costs?” Caroline asked.

“Should be fifteen thousand flat fee for finding her, oh and the legal bills,” Felicia added.

“Look I need to meet her.” Caroline said.

“And I need to see you manage a slave, and as it happens Leila is still here.” Felicia explained.

“What!” Caroline exclaimed, “Oh no, not Leila.”

To be Continued.

“Caroline, Leila’s down in the kitchen with Frank  if you want to try your hand at dominating her.” Felicia suggested mischievously, her green eyes twinkling as brightly as the diamond pedants that set off her dark hair and simple black dress so beautifully.

“I think I’ll pass if you don’t mind,” Caroline exclaimed, as she sat on the couch sipping her coffee, as she sat demurely her knees together under her cream Minskirt.

“But how will you learn?” Felicia asked earnestly.

“Intuitively!” Caroline explained, “but tell me about Donna.”

“I think you should see Leila.” Felicia continued “come along.”

“I’m not dressed for it!” Caroline explained.

“Oh you look fine!” Felicia explained, “Cream suits you, a bit short perhaps but it’s fine.

Leila was waiting patiently but in the chair in the cage dungeon beside the stacked rows of three foot square cages where slaves were stored when not needed not in the kitchen where Frank had left a note on door of the big refrigerator, “In C/R”.

Leila had no option but to wait patiently as Frank had her strapped tightly into a tight black leather bdsm style corset with multiple silver buckles and had secured her arms behind her with soft leather cuffs tightly strapped together and he had secured her ankles with wide leather cuffs connected together with a short chain.

Leila looked cold and miserable, there was no hint of excitement from her stubbly pubes or her pale pink breasts, no hint of arousal from her nipples just an expression of total misery.

“Oh no not her!” Leila complained, “I cannot respect her” she managed to blurt out before Frank silenced her with a pad of what looked like her soft black panties.

“Hush,” he said, “Now bend over,” Leila stood awkwardly and did as Frank ordered. “Five strokes Caroline if you please, “She really doesn’t understand.”

“No, I think she misbehaves because she wants us to cane her,” Caroline observed, “I think our Leila needs to learn her place properly, can I take her for a walk round the grounds?”

“Oh I don’t know.” Frank replied rubbing his stubbly unshaved chin, “I ought to ask Fel, really, but the gates are shut so I suppose so,” Frank agreed, “But why,”

“Oh, a little idea I have, give me five minutes, to change, are there some rubber boots I could borrow.”

“But it’s raining.” Frank observed.

“I know,” Caroline agreed, “That’s what makes it fun!”  Caroline looked around, ”Have you a collar and leash for her as well.” She paused, “And a proper gag.”

Caroline rushed to her room, she found her sensible knee length green skirt and her roll neck cardigan, her waterproof jacket and wide brimmed hat and a suspender belt and black stockings to match her bra, and quickly dressed and hurried back to Leila.

“Come along Leila, if you behave like a bitch then I’ll treat you like one,” she said as she spotted Leila now cowering fearfully with a ball gag in her mouth and a dog collar and leash around her neck.

“Shall we keep the hobble chain?” Frank asked, “Make her trot,”

“Yes!” Caroline grinned, “about a foot,”

“Already done!” Frank grinned,

Felicia was red with anger or was it shame, but her nipples now stood out rigidly from her exposed breasts as Caroline took the leash and picked up the whip Frank had offered her earlier and ordered Leila to go “Walkies.”

Leila shook her head, “Would you rather go in the cage?” Caroline asked and Leila nodded, but still Caroline dragged Leila along the stone floored tunnels and corridors along past the boot room and out into the courtyard.

The gravel hurt Leila’s bare feet as she trotted helplessly after Caroline, taking the short steps her hobble chains compelled her to and almost skipping in her desperate attempt to keep up with Caroline and twice before they reached the Lawn Leila stumbled and would have fallen but for Caroline holding her up with the leash.

“Heel” Caroline said, recalling childhood memories of her walks with Goldie her old Labrador Retriever when she was a girl.

The Lawns were wet, and the dampness icy cold and still the rain came softly down chilling Leila to the bone, soaking her dark hair to a soggy shapeless mass that straggled over her forehead, and making her cheap mascara run until she looked like a Halloween witch but still Leila welcomed the smooth smoothness of the grass after the cruel battering her feet had received from the gravel path and courtyard, and she trotted awkwardly after Caroline as she led her across the immaculate lawns towards the track she had walked with Sam.

They passed through the gate from the Lawn to the woods where young pine trees lined the soft grassy track which within yards turned to muddy ruts where LandRovers and Tractors had churned deep ruts of into the soft peaty loam, Leila struggled to speak but Caroline assumed she wanted freedom and so she merely slipped Leila’s leash.

Leila was terrified she would fall, unable to protect herself, she panicked, but in her inexperience Caroline mis-read the signs and within yards Leila had slipped over twice, and had only through extreme and faintly comical contortions managed to get up again, to Caroline’s clear amusement and then finally as the dark peat turned to yellowish stinking clay so Leila slipped and fell full length face down in a muddy water filled rut.

Caroline watched Leila with amusement before she realised she was drowning and not play acting, and despite wriggling furiously in the slime she couldn’t save herself.

“Get up,” Caroline ordered, “don’t be so childish, playing in the mud.” Leila coughed a great bubble of slimy water, but Caroline simply lost patience and grabbed a handful of Leila’s hair and hauled her to her feet.

Leila coughed, her chest heaved, “Oh no you don’t!” Caroline snapped and she grabbed the back of Leila’s ball gag strap and wrenched it over her head, pulling the gag from her mouth and allowing her to breathe.

“Oh gog, I’m choking!” Leila complained, I nearly die!”

“I saved you, I’ll leave the gag out for now if you will keep quiet, no better still bark, then it can stay out, all right?”

“Yes.” said Leila thankfully

“One bark for no two for yes,” Caroline insisted, “Show me.”

“Rough Rough,” Leila said feebly, with no enthusiasm “but I am not a dog,!” she complained.

“No. you’re a bitch! Caroline agreed as she looked at Leila’s filthy mud plastered sex and her filthy face and realised her plans for Leila would have to wait, her fantasy of looking across the valley while Leila sat before her with her head between Caroline’s widely spread legs expertly bringing her to shuddering orgasm with her tongue and lips would have to wait, she playfully swatted Leila across the buttocks with a whip and then she had an idea. “Bark!” she ordered.

“ok, rough, rough, ok.” Leila replied

“Good,” Caroline exclaimed, “Come along Doggie, let’s go a bit further.”

Leila looked alarmed, “Whoof, please no!” she wailed, but Caroline was enjoying her feeling of power.

“Rest a moment then!” Caroline said, but if the reality of Leila’s hot little mouth tickling her was unworkable the thought had worked its magic and Caroline was becoming deliciously damp at the thought so she looked at Leila, and at the whip and said. “Why not!”

“Why not what?” Leila asked.

“Mmm, Caroline said as she leaned against a tree and scooped up her skirts and eased the lips of her sex apart and after licking the handle to lubricate it she settled down onto her whip. “MMmm,” she said, as Leila watched her, “It’s good!”

“It’s disgusting” Leila said, but still she stared intently, as Caroline alternated between thrusting the handle inside herself and placing the end on the ground and levering herself up and down.

It wasn’t working until Caroline decided to give up and do Leila instead, she pulled the whip from her sex and said “Lick.”

Leila licked Caroline’s juices and despite herself she responded, she grew moist and her nipples hardened, Caroline saw the moisture amongst the filth surrounding Leila’s sex, so Caroline felt in her pockets, found the panties she had brought for emergencies and took them and began to clean Leila’s sex with them.

Leila gradually lay back into the filth of the forest floor, her sex opened like the petals of an exotic flower and she explored briefly before taking the whip from Leila’s mouth and inserting it firmly in her vagina.

“No,” Leila screamed. Sending a thrill through Caroline, she panicked, she needed the whip for herself now, her clit throbbed and she had this aching void within her that needed something, her whip, Sam’s prick, something.

She remembered her torch, Jacket pocket, “Agghh,” she squealed as she tried to pull open the press studs one handed and satisfy Leila at the same time but eventually she grasped the torch, she even switched it on in her confusion and she reached down and slid the cold metal tube where she most needed it.

It wasn’t enough so in a moment of recklessness she turned it around and thrust it inside herself bulbous lens end first, it hurt, it was too big, so she pushed again, the wave of pain swept over her, again she pushed and the pain became purple, her body desperately pumped more juice and suddenly she tipped over the point where pain subsides to pleasure and her mind exploded into a waterfall of fireworks, a cloud of starlings exploding into a maelstrom of psychedelic stars, carried aloft by a flock of albatross before a cloud of cotton wool enveloped her and she sank slowly to earth, drained.

Caroline became aware of screaming, she was sprawled on her back and something had impaled her, something deep in her sex, Leila was screaming, “Please!”

“Hush,” Caroline said.

“I thought you die, look, look at your fuck hole, is on fire!” Caroline dragged up her skirt, her sex was glowing faintly.

“My torch must be on,” she mused, “Lets bring you off then we can get home!” she suggested.

But Leila was cold, scared, terrified that Caroline would die and leave her helpless and Caroline admitted that Leila’s high would have to wait.

“Go back please!” Leila requested.

“Hush,” Caroline ordered and instead she took Leila by the collar and dragged her further up the track among the trees.

The tails of the whip slapped Leila’s thighs as she walked, the shaft still embedded in Leila’s tight cold sex and unseen Caroline’s torch sent little shivers through her as it’s thin shaft swung between her legs held by the bulbous lens end.

“Please, stop, it hurts!” Leila pleaded, “Take this thing away please, my feet hurt.” Caroline peered at Leila’s mud encrusted feet.

“What?” she demanded she stopped and bent down for a closer look.

“They hurt,” Leila exclaimed as Caroline bent down released the ankle chains  brushed the dirt from the soles of Leila’s feet and observed, “I don’t see any cuts.”

“Please the whip?” Leila asked again.

“Yes Caroline agreed, “I think we’d better get cleaned up” she suggested as she looked Leila stood still covered in filth, with even her dark hair matted with filthy brown mud, with several inches of glistening whip handle hanging from her sex.

“Thank you,” Leila said grudgingly, “Mistress, the whip please Mistress.”

“Yes, sorry, Caroline apologised, “but I have the whip in the wrong hole for a doggie”

“Shall I change it?” Caroline asked as she pulled the whip out slightly, “Or leave it in?” she asked as she pushed it in. “Out or in, in or out?” she said as she moved the handle rhythmically in and out.

“This, one,” Leila insisted, “Oh, you must not stop I cannot bear it, I must lie down.”

Leila’s legs buckled and she subsided to the mud of the track, Caroline followed her down and instinctively grabbed at her torch but she knew this was Leila’s moment so she pulled the torch free and held it to Leila’s lips as she supported herself on one elbow and wanked Leila at the same time.

Leila’s breathing changed and she suddenly convulsed and lay still gasping for breath.

“We must go back now please mistress!” Leila asked hopefully as she recovered.

“Yes, you need a wash!” Caroline agreed and she helped Leila up and they started to walk towards the Castle.

“You don’t want to be my slave do you?” Caroline asked

“No,” Leila replied, “You are weak then you are horrible, no I want Iron fist in soft glove not soft fist in tin glove.” 

“Interesting turn of phrase, but didn’t you like the sex!” Caroline queried.

“No, it was horrible I do not like filthy sex!” Leila lied convincingly

“Oh well you have far too strong a personality for me to control,” Caroline admitted as they strolled together across the lawns.

Felicia was waiting by the kitchen door as they entered the court yard and she looked disapprovingly at Caroline. “What happened to Leila,” as she asked as they stood beside the courtyard wall in the soft rain.

“Fell full length into a puddle!” Caroline explained, “so we had to come back.”

“No gag, is she under control?” Felicia enquired.

“Oh, yes, absolutely,” Caroline insisted, “we have an arrangement,” she peered at Leila and ordered “slave lick my boots.”

“Never,” Leila replied so to impress Felicia, Caroline took the whip by its sticky handle and slashed Leila across her buttocks and then as she turned to protect herself, Caroline slashed Leila’s breasts.

“Down and lick my boots!” Caroline ordered.

Leila looked for a escape but there was none so reluctantly she sank to her knees on the gravel and bent to kiss Caroline’s filthy mud encrusted boot.  Leila planted one solitary gentle kiss and looked up.

“Clean them, lick them clean with your filthy mouth dry them with your filthy hair you bitch!” Caroline demanded.

“Caroline,” Felicia cautioned, “please remember Leila is only on temporary loan, you must return her in perfect condition, or I will have to charge.”

“How much,” Caroline asked furiously.

“A thousand for each week she remains too damaged to be displayed.” Felicia answered after furious mental arithmetic.

“In that case she isn’t worth it,” Caroline sneered.

“Hose her off Caroline and then we can cage her until we arrange transport.” Felicia suggested, there’s a hot air blower in the cage room for drying so just give her a blast with the hose pipe.” Leila pointed to the coiled hose pipe on the wall and Caroline spotted it was already attached to a tap.

“No,” Leila wailed but Caroline unhooked a few feet of hose and as Felicia stood clear Caroline blasted Leila with a solid jet of freezing water, spraying every inch of her from her hair to her feet, as she meticulously worked the jet over every millimetre of Leila’s soft pink body except where the corset covered her middle.

“It’s Cold” Leila shivered as the Icy water chilled her, “I can’t breathe.”

“Turn the water off, I’ll remove the corset,” Felicia said as she stepped forward, and as she did so she threw a pair of cheap plastic sandals at Leila’s feet. “Put them on, keep your feet clean,” Felicia suggested.

With her corset and wrist cuffs removed, Leila allowed Felicia to wash her down, this time with the gentle spray where Felicia held her thumb over the nozzle.

“I’m so cold,” Leila protested, “May I go to the cage please Mistress?”

“Yes of course, I’ll send you some coffee and something to eat later, run along.”

Felicia  replied.

They watched Leila walk away, “That showed her who’s the boss,” Caroline stated unequivocally.

Felicia remained unconvinced, but suggested they should think about getting Caroline back to the Queens hotel and to her VW for the trip home.

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Dinner was served early, a simple buffet, self service from plates of meat and vegetables in the Morning room, and when Caroline came down after a relaxing bath she found there was just place for Frank and Felicia and herself.

“You’ll have to take Caroline down in the Audi Fel’, Frank said abruptly.

“Look Frank, calling me Madam is good; Felicia is ok when we are with friends but I hate being called “Fell.”

“Yes dear, but I got to get the LandRover back when Ianto comes, got stuck see, on Forestry commission track, when I tried taking a short cut taking Leila back.”

“Ianto rang, he can’t come, the team won today and he’s going to celebrate,” Felicia said, “He’s sending Gethin.”

“That’s typical, Gethin plays his heart out then he don’t get to celebrate.” Frank sighed, “Sarah will be pleased though, but still at least he won’t have a hang over!”

“I don’t suppose you can drive a LandRover can you Caroline?” Felicia asked, “I do so hate driving at night, and there is no way I’m driving that hideous LandRover.”

“Oh yes, daddy had one,” Caroline confirmed, “He died you see, he was very old.”

“Then can you come, you just have to sit and steer and I’ll tow you, I got Ianto’s truck outside.” Frank asked hopefully.

“Yes, but I ought to be getting back!” Caroline pointed out.

“Still have you home by midnight easy, no traffic this time of night.” Frank explained

“We’ll eat up and then we can have coffee and sweet afterwards.” Felicia suggested.

The dusk had settled darkly over the trees and  hills and mountains as Caroline pulled on her levis and wellington boots with her freshly cleaned green jacket and big hat and climbed up into the cab of Ianto’s old Bedford army lorry, she saw the oversize tyres with off road treads and she just knew they would have no problems.

“Why the urgency Frank?” Caroline asked curiously

“Got the LandRover stuck, very stuck!” Frank admitted, “On the Forestry Commission, they’ll be upset if its not shifted by Monday morning.”

The journey was rough and tedious, the truck’s springs seemed rock hard and the track beyond the castle grounds a mass of rocks and tree roots all lit up like a fairy grotto as the trucks array of spot lights shone on the overhanging trees giving the effect of driving down a cave.

“Got two alternators this,” Frank told Caroline as if it was interesting, “He got so many bloody lights he couldn’t get one big enough, and two batteries see, twenty four volt!”

“Daddy’s LandRover was twenty four volt,” Caroline agreed “The Army had it back when he died, he sort of borrowed it you see!”

They drove on, “How did you get stuck?” Caroline asked.

“I let Leila drive see, like a fool see, private road see, I said keep right she goes left an bosh!” Frank explained, “Mud up to the windscreen very near.”

To say the LandRover was stuck was an understatement, the LandRover was leaning to the left at an ugly angle with mud was right over the wheels where Leila had completely misjudged the boggy patch and the left side wheels had dug in.

“Just sit in and steer I’ll winch you out!” Frank suggested.

“Look at the mud!” Caroline replied.

“The ground’s firm right up to the door,” Frank said, “Leila went too far left and the firm bit’s on the right

Caroline peered at the LandRover, “Keys?” she asked.

“In it” Frank said.

“All right then,” Caroline agreed as she clambered into in the drivers seat and cranked the motor.

“Push the yellow knob down,” Frank shouted as the engine burst to life. “Try it!”

“I know,” Caroline said “Low Range, just like Daddy’s”

“Ready,” Frank asked, “Just rock it back and forward a bit and I’ll come past and then we can sort out where to attach a cable”

“I’ll just see if I can get out without a tow, Caroline suggested as she kept the engine revving and as she shifted from first to reverse gear and back so the LandRover gently eased forward and back and then.

“That’s it go left lots of gas” shouted Frank, “Gas!” he yelled.

Caroline was confused, she was doing fine she thought, all full throttle would do was cover everything in mud, but if Frank insisted then fine she thought as she slammed the accelerator pedal to the metal floor and a volcano of mud erupted from around the wheels.

Frank stood in shocked amazement, as the LandRover slithered past showering him in mud, “Bugger, I meant a bit of gas” he swore and as he rubbed the mud from his eyes he said, “I suppose we better get home!”

Caroline turned the vehicle round and came back on the firm ground, “You know the way, left at the fork” Frank ordered, “I’ll follow you, use the spot lights, watch out for deer,” he ordered and after explaining how the spot lights worked Frank stood back and Caroline drove off.”

“Reckon you need a wash Frank!” Felicia observed as Caroline and Frank walked in as Gethin and Sarah stood around waiting.

“Caroline was brilliant!” Frank said, “Never needed the winch.”

“You always was rubbish driving off road, so me dad said!” Gethin informed Frank.

“Fair enough, but how about you give us a hand and take Miss Bradley down the Queens Hotel,” Frank asked, when she’s had a drink.

“Sarah don’t like driving in town on her own do you pet,” Frank said with a wink.

“You can borrow the LandRover.”

“Or my Polo,” said Sarah, “It’s a G40, supercharged.” She added.

“No, use my Scoobie” Gethin suggested, “Sorry Miss Bradley, my Subaru, Imprezza WRC rally replica it is see.”

“I’m sure its lovely!” Caroline agreed, “yes well I see you brought my bags down so I’ll just have a coffee and we can get going, you will come won’t you Sarah?”

“Oh, yes, if you like!” Sarah agreed perhaps too enthusiastically.

The trip down the Valley was uneventful, if you discount the bit where Gethin got it a bit sideways away from the Llanwherrid turning, and when he ran up the bank for fifty yards or so overtaking a Skoda on a blind bend, but all in all for twenty eight miles in twenty three minutes over mainly narrow twisting welsh lanes it was pretty uneventful.

Gethin helped Caroline into the hotel with her luggage but turned down her offer that as her room was booked till the next morning they might as well use it, poor Sarah blushed almost crimson.

So within minutes Caroline was East bound on the M4 Motorway in her VW Golf GTi, the rain stopped as she spotted the lights of Avonmouth and Bristol and she drove home at a steady 70,and as she drove she thought about her weekend, of Leila, and Sam and Sarah and Felicia, and Sam, and Frank and Ianto, and Sam, and she wanted to ring Sam and tell him how she had driven the LandRover out of the bog but she didn’t have his number, and she started to worry that she had fallen in love with him.

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Monday dawned fresh and clear, Caroline woke alone, she reached out for Sam but he wasn’t there.

Her diary was full, and by nine o’clock the weekend was forgotten, but by a quarter to two she had already impressed four clients with tales of her off road driving in the LandRover, and then after eating her sandwiches between clients she went for a late lunch.

Caroline found Donna waiting impatiently, in the waiting room of the solicitor’s office off Bristol Road, she continue to wait while Stephanie Edwards chatted to Caroline about the case, “She has been living at a bail hostel,” Stephanie explained, “She’s such a rough diamond Miss Bradley, “Rough, uncouth, none too clean,” Stephanie’s eyes sparkled at the thought, “But she’s honest, she’ll tell you if she hates you, no brooding hatred but real in your face aggression, imagine her defiant, hand cuffed, tied to a frame, do you like that image?”

“Very much!” Caroline agreed, “I’m told my flat already has category two soundproofing.”

“Some flat Miss Bradley,” Stephanie observed “Four floors I believe.” 

“Yes,” Caroline agreed,  “I suppose it’s a town house but Mummy always said call it a flat or people get jealous.”

“So, she can move in right away?” Stephanie queried.

“Yes” Caroline agreed, “If you get her probation.”

“You’ll accept provisional ownership right now?” Stephanie queried.

“Yes, I suppose so.” Caroline agreed.

“Then sign here, she’s in Court on Monday, Nine better make it eight forty five here, oh and she needs to surrender to the police on Friday, than she’ll be kept in custody until Monday”

Caroline stared at the forms, Donna’s consent form, the agreement with Frank and Felicia, the direct debit, deposit and the balance to be paid when Donna was released on probation, and Stephanie took her pen and signed her copies with a flourish.

“But I’ve not spoken to the girl!” Caroline explained.

“Mould her Miss Bradley, like a new Cat.” Stephanie suggested, “Mould her.” She paused, “Shall I call her in?”

“Yes!” Caroline agreed and Stephanie asked her assistant to send Donna in.

Donna skulked into the office and sat down beside Caroline.

“Donna, don’t sit, kneel please.” Caroline said quietly.

“Fuck you!” Donna replied.

“Young offenders.” Stephanie cautioned.

Donna slid from the chair and knelt beside Caroline, “Ok,” she said “Ok right.”

“So your clothes,” Caroline asked, “who said trousers were acceptable, how am I supposed to check your arousal when you are dressed like a common labourer.”

“You’re like a fucking school teacher anyway me stuffs mostly been knicked and me Mams bloke won’t let me in the house since I got done and.”

“She only has what’s in her case.” Stephanie pointed out.

“Oh well, shall we go, you have finished with her?” Caroline asked.

“Oh yes, professionally, perhaps?” Stephanie left the question hanging.

“Yes, I’ll keep in touch,” Caroline lied, she wanted Donna for herself.

Caroline shook Stephanie’s hand and picked up Donna’s case and led her downstairs and through to the Car Park.

“Hey a GTi” Donna cooed as they reached Caroline’s car, “We nicked a.”

“Shut up!” Caroline said, “In the back.” she opened the rear hatch. “In” she ordered, Donna stood rooted to the spot, “Get in, lie down, shut up.” Caroline repeated, as her heart pounded with excitement.

Donna looked around and then scrambled into the narrow space behind the seats and made herself as small as possible, “shut the lid before anybody sees” Donna insisted and as Caroline shut the hatch, she almost trembled with excitement, she had her very own slave at last.

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Donna lay on a pile of blankets in darkness under the VW Golfs parcel shelf as Caroline drove her home, she smiled to herself, she was going to get off her punishment, she remembered the warm blood trickling from Angela Rainsworth’s face after she bottled her, smacked her in the face with a broken newcastle brown ale bottle, knocking two of her perfect model girl veneered front teeth out and splitting her lip wide open.

Donna realised later that Angela hadn’t been flirting with her Darren but the damage was done, and two burly twenty stone security men had pinned Donna down until the police arrived.

Darren had escaped with most of his gear and cash and that was the last Donna saw of him as she had been remanded to a bail hostel when her Mother refused to be responsible for her, and indeed had thrown her stuff out into the street.

So then when her Court appointed solicitor Miss Morgan had suggested Fiona’s scheme and given her a contact web address she had jumped at the chance.

Now for a payment of five thousand pounds for an out of court settlement for Miss Rainsworth’s injuries, around two thousand pounds for Donna’s legal costs and an undisclosed amount to Frank and Felicia as an administration fee, Donna had sold herself to Miss Bradley as her slave and sex slave for the next year or so.

Donna had already planned how she would con Miss Bradley, slipping off her tag and sneaking out at night to visit Darren, or Paul, maybe both and Mike fancied her, she saw from the way he looked at her, yes she decided she wouldn’t be short of cock.

Donna’s confidence in Miss Bradley’s naiveity lasted all the way to Chatsworth Mews, the lane behind Miss Bradley’s Town House which fronted Chatsworth Court.

Donna heard and felt the VW pause, start off again while turning sharply and then stop.

She heard running water, a car wash perhaps, and then the hatch opened and she saw Miss Bradley with a hose pipe, and above not the sky but translucent plastic sheet, and beyond that the eight foot high gates to this narrow high walled and plastic roofed yard.

There was almost a stand off until Caroline convinced Donna she would not spray her, and as soon as Donna climbed awkwardly out Caroline turned the hose on full, drenching Donna and bowling her over with the shock and force of the cold water.

Caroline set the hose down and carried Donna’s case indoors as a shocked Donna followed her in leaving a trail of dripping water as she went.

“You fucking bitch.” Donna swore.

Caroline grinned, “Madam, call me Madam, or Mistress, and I’ll call you Donner, like a Kebab.

“Fuck off!” Donna replied.

“Hot shower or Hypothermia?” Caroline asked.

“Fuck you.” Donna said as she shivered helplessly.

“First door on the right.” Caroline said breezily.

Donna looked around, she just didn’t have the strength to fight her way out, she decided, Miss Bradley was several inches taller than her five feet two and heavier, she even looked fitter, but Donna knew how to play the long game.

“Get out of those soggy clothes Donna, I’ll find you something,” Caroline promised, “come on chop chop, I fancy some food, is Pizza all right?”

Donna walked slowly down the corridor to the shower room, oblivious to the swipe card operated door locks and CCTV Cameras Frank’s sub contractors had installed the previous week, and then as Caroline watched on the CCTV Donna quickly stripped to her mis-matched white panties and black bra before stripping completely naked and climbing under the shower.

Caroline waited a few minutes before taking Donna a towel and robe, “There’s a robe for you outside the door Donna,” she explained and left Donna to find it.

Donna felt much better after her shower and dried herself and slipped into he dark red robe.

Caroline was waiting, still in the same knee length skirt and cream cardigan but without her grey jacket, waiting with a plate of Pizza, “Through there Donna.” She ordered, and Donna went to the dining room.

“Your hair’s still wet” Caroline noted, “We’ll sort that out first I think, come upstairs.”

Donna agreed readily but was surprised when Caroline took her to the master bedroom and produced her hair dryer ad started to dry Donna’s hair, teasing it into girly shapes as she played the jet of hot air over it.

“Hey what you fucking at!” said Donna.

“Making you look girly,” Caroline said, “I’m the big butch Lesbian in this relationship, I wear the trousers, you just look pretty, Ok.”

“Oh” Donna was shocked, she knew there was no way she was pretty, but her C cup tits and eagerness in the sack were more than enough to keep her supplied with cock so she didn’t worry, but this was unreal.

Donna looked round, the bedroom was huge, the bed was huge, the wardrobes were big and the dressing table with its lights was like something from a dressing room at the theatre.

Caroline worked away gaining Donna’s trust until she eased the robe back over Donna’s shoulders back and announced, “There that’s nicer,” as she bared Donna’s breasts.

“You bitch!” Donna squealed but it was too late as Caroline gently tugged and slipped the robe off.

“You’re too fat” Caroline said, “And that was the eighth F word so be careful, its one swat with the whip per F word for my slaves.”

“Fuck off.” Donna replied, but she was helpless.

“Nine now,” Caroline laughed, “You could be pretty,” she paused “We’ll get you a Brazillian, you’re all stubbly,” She promised and then she said “Lets find that Pizza.”

“I can’t go down stairs like this,” Donna protested.

“I’ll pop this collar on, that will help.” Caroline announced and she selected a black leather dogs collar from the dressing table and buckled it around Donna’s neck.

Donna found Caroline’s hand holding her collar strangely reassuring as she made her was downstairs, the Pizza was cool now and Caroline suggested she “Tuck in.”

Donna just stared at the table for as moment obstinately refusing to eat until Caroline cut a slice of Pizza and handed it to her before standing behind Donna’s chair where she reached round and cupped Donna’s naked breasts.

“It’s lovely Donna,” Caroline explained, “So firm and ripe, and.”

“Stop it!” Donna cried, “You’re making me all goose bumply.”

“That’s the Idea, all goose bumply and wet and nice.” Caroline told her, “I want a happy satisfied slave, not a crotchety bad tempered frustrated one.”

“Well find one that’s a Lesbian then” Donna insisted but she knew she was getting wet already, and perhaps if there was no cock on offer then Caroline might have a strap on or be really good with her fingers!

Caroline stroked Donna’s neatly trimmed pubic hair, “No, we have to learn each other’s little preferences,” she reasserted as she cupped Donna’s breasts in her hands as she stood behind her and kissed Donna’s ears, before she returned to fingering her Labia, seeking out her clit and then moving around to kiss her passionately on the mouth.

Caroline thrilled to Donna’s mounting excitement and her gaze swept idly to the clock.

“Oh god I’ll be late,” Caroline squealed, “I have to get back to work, quickly, we have to sort your room out.”

Caroline grabbed another slice of  pizza and a can of coke and quickly ushered Donna up her thickly carpeted and staircase between tastefully painted walls lined with paintings, to the top floor where she had a former servants room set aside for Donna, or rather a former servants dormitory.

The room was long and narrow and the roof sloped intruded into one side except where there were raised sections by the windows while the cream deep pile carpets mirrored the cream and white paint scheme while a flat screen TV and a computer sat by the window at the far end.  The single bed was behind the door and half way down the room a side door led to an en-suite lavatory and shower room.

“Is this my dungeon?” Donna asked, “Like Miss Edwards said.”

“Yes, there a new rampant rabbit in the bottom drawer over there ,” Caroline explained.

“Really, you’re kidding surely,” Donna queried.

“No, this is it!” Caroline explained, “I’ll lock you in, and if, god forbid, there’s a fire climb out of the window there’s a fire escape you can lower, oh and so you don’t escape you can stay naked, now let me undo those cuffs and you can play computer games or watch porn or do whatever it is that you do.”

Caroline grabbed Donna’s wrists and quickly released the restraints before throwing them in an empty drawer.

“Is that Ok.” Caroline asked.

“It’s more than Ok it’s fucking brilliant miss!” Donna agreed, “Thanks!”

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Caroline returned to work, running swiftly down beside the park and across the main road, dodging cars and buses and on down through the maze of side streets and alleyways until she arrived breathlessly back at the office just as her next client was becoming restless, “Sorry, the Taxi never arrived,” she explained “I had to run,” she explained, “In these heels!” she pointed at her dainty while stiletto’s and laughed.

Caroline found it amazingly easy to put all thoughts of Donna from her mind while dealing with clients except she had this nagging urge to ring Sam and tell him about Donna, and about everything else that had happened.

Caroline went food shopping briefly after work, remembering to shop for two, and then visited a small boutique where she bought some lingerie for Donna and also a supermarket home and wear store where she bought some “suitable” street clothes for Donna.

She made her way home, a short walk no more than half a mile, past the park once again, slower this time, shed trudged along loaded down with her bags of shopping, and then with growing excitement she made her way indoors and too impatient to put the shopping away she made her way up to Donna’s room.

Nervously Caroline inserted the key and unlocked Donnas door and carefully swung it open.

“I like this!” she said, pointing to the TV general knowledge quiz on TV , “they’re so thick it’s unbelieveable!”

“Oh,” Caroline commented, inadequately. “Is Pork all right for Dinner?”

“Yes Taa,” Donna answered, “I’ll come down give you a hand when this ends,” Donna promised.

Caroline went downstairs, feeling deflated, she expected a snarling wildcat desperate to escape, or a tearful captive but an indifferent teenager poring over a TV was a complete culture shock.

“I got you some things,” Caroline announced as she returned to Donna’s room, she put the carrier bag on the bed, I hope you don’t think they’re too horrible!”

“Right!” Donna agreed.

“Because I threw all your other clothes away.” Caroline lied.

“What about me iPod,” Donna asked anxiously.

“Oh no, I kept that,” Caroline agreed.

“And me mobile?” Donna queried.

“Downstairs, I don’t want you contacting your old crowd though.” Caroline cautioned.

“No, it’s all right, I lost the charger anyway!” she said sadly.

“Well see if there’s anything you like and I’ll get Dinner,” Caroline suggested.

Caroline went back downstairs, she saw Donna’s bags still lying where she had dropped them so she quickly threw all Donna’s clothes in a black bin bag and tossed them into the furthest dark corner of her kitchen store, before putting the almost empty bags by the stairs.

Caroline collected her shopping and started to prepare dinner, she enjoyed cooking, working in her spacious kitchen cum breakfast room, and after half an hours labouring over her stove and microwave she laid out two places on the table. went to the stairs and shouted “Dinner,”

Donna came bounding down stairs, “I quite like this!” she exclaimed, Caroline stared at her, She remembered buying the denim skirt and jacket but she always thought Dona would wear a tee shirt with it!

“Oh gosh!” she exclaimed, “Ah.”

“Do I look sexy miss!” Donna asked, “I didn’t wear no nicks see.” She announced as she lifted the hem of her skirt, showing her neatly trimmed pubes.

“Not at dinner time now go and put some underwear on.” Caroline ordered.

Caroline found herself shaking, what the hell had she been thinking about wanting a sex slave? She wanted to make the girl strip not have her flaunt herself inappropriately.

“Oh Donna!” Caroline cried as Donna reappeared dressed only in the tiny black panties and skimpy bra she had bought her, “I meant as well as the denim!”

“I know!” said Donna, “I just wanted to see the look on your face!”

“Just sit down and eat, do you want any wine?” Caroline asked.

“I’d love a Stella” Donna replied cheekily.

“Oh no, no beer!” Caroline insisted, as she looked in her refrigerator, “Wine, I have White, Red, Cola, Orange juice, Cranberry?”

“Coke!” Donna suggested, so Caroline filled two large glasses, and set one before Donna. “Thanks,” she exclaimed.

“Miss,” Donna asked, “This slave thing, like I thought I got tied up and fucked like.”

“Yes,” Caroline explained, “Eat your pork, do you like the carrots?”

“Yes miss, but what about the fucking?” Donna asked.

“Well there’s trifle for sweet so I’ll have you lie on the table and I’ll smear trifle all over you and lick it off.”  Caroline said seriously as she looked Donna in the eye.

“Yuck!” Donna exclaimed, “Like naked!”

“No, we need to get you waxed first, don’t worry!” Caroline suggested, “Eat up we’ll watch TV and then,” she paused, and licked her lips, “We’ll see what happens.”

Donna ate silently, she cleared her plate of pork and ate every scrap of trifle, and then she said, “I suppose you want me to wash up?”

“No, just put it in the dishwasher.” Caroline suggested, “go through to the lounge, channel three please.”

Donna sat down in confusion, the TV remote control was straight forward, and she soon had the TV program Caroline wanted but she worried that it was all too nice.

Caroline soon joined her, “That’s my chair!” she announced, “Budge up.”

Donna stood up to let Caroline sit and then Caroline said “Sit down, sit on my lap.” And then, “keep your head out of my way!” Caroline said as she slipped her arm around Donna.

Donna felt nice and warm, and as Caroline’s favourite soap opera ground towards its daily cliff hanging ending Caroline’s fingers gravitated towards Donna’s panties eased them down and trailed her fingers across Donna’s sex.

“Mmm,” Donna said, “You’re making me horny,”

“Good girl, now pants off and sit in the arm chair.” Caroline insisted and she stood up and began to peel off her work clothes before throwing them down in a heap.

“That’s it hook your knees over the arms over the arms of the chair.”  Caroline announced as she removed her own panties and bra.

“Miss, its too rude!” Donna exclaimed, as she sat back in the arm chair and Caroline knelt between her legs.

“No it’s sweet, just relax.” Caroline suggested as she gently parted Donnas legs and hooked her knees over the padded arms of the armchair.

“Now this better taste as good as it looks.” Caroline said as she leaned forward to taste Donna’s juices  “Or someone is going to have their clitty scrubbed with a scrubbing brush.”

The taste of sweet fresh young pussy assailed Caroline’s senses as she probed Donna’s secret places, first opening the folds with her fingers and then probing with her tongue, then nibbling softly at the yielding flesh until Donna cried out in ecstasy, “Oh Miss”

Caroline revelled in Donna’s sensuality as she lapped up Donna’s juices as if they were the finest wine.  “Do I have to do you after?” Donna asked anxiously.

“No, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Caroline suggested.

“But if I do?” Donna queried.

“Then we’ll see.” Caroline agreed

To be Continued

Caroline woke first, she blinked and looked around as she realised she was not alone, Donna was there with her, warm and naked against her own bare flesh.

She kissed Donna’s head gently and she mused that having a slave was not at all what she expected, but inn her heart she was absolutely sure that she wanted Donna.

She remembered the previous evening, how she brought Donna to a shuddering climax in the lounge with her tongue and teeth and then when she recovered Donna had taken her by the hand and led her to her own room with its single bed.

“I wish I had a sister like you,” Donna had sighed as they slipped beneath the covers holding each other tightly before they fell into a deep and satisfied sleep.

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Stephanie rang at eight thirty, “I’m afraid the Police won’t accept Donna staying at your address, I thought they had processed the application but it seems they won’t accept it,”

“So where, does she have to return to custody?” Caroline asked.

“No I have a place for her in Charlton Mews, a half way house,” Stephanie explained.

“It’s only temporary,” Stephanie reassured her “how was she!”

“Very sweet actually, sod it, I’ll miss her.” Caroline replied.

Caroline had to wake Donna to tell her the bad news, “Don’t you like me miss!” she asked.

“Yes, very much but Stephanie got the paperwork wrong, sorry, it’s only a week!” Caroline explained.

But no one had not go the paperwork wrong, it was Felicia’s continued concern over Caroline’s suitability as a Customer which led to the decision to remove Donna from Caroline’s home, until she could be sure that Caroline had not been excessively brutal.

But if only Felicia could have seen them sleeping innocently together she would have cancelled the deal right there and then, simply because she sold slaves, not surrogate sisters.

Caroline lent Donna a suitcase for her new clothes and she relented and found Donna’s old clothes “From the dust bin,” and after breakfast she delivered Donna to Stephanie’s office before driving to work and to her irritation paying twenty pounds to park in the car park next door.

Caroline was lonely. Tuesday dragged into Wednesday and Thursday but on Friday morning Felicia rang, “You are coming this evening aren’t you?” she said brightly.

“No!” Caroline replied, “Not after last week!”

“Look I’ve got a take-off slot at six fifteen for the Jet Ranger from Northolt,” Felicia continued,  “so grab a Taxi and don’t be late, oh and not too much luggage! One Ball gown will be more than sufficient!”

“Oh but I had plans!” Caroline lied.

“I’m sure there’s nothing you can’t change,” Felicia explained, “Dinner is at eight remember, five forty five for six fifteen lift off, Northolt, did you get that!”

“Yes, yes I’ll be there.” Caroline agreed, as with her heart pounding with anticipation she set the phone down.

But the Taxi was late and the Jet Ranger left without her, so she had to spend the night at the Queens Hotel in a ridiculously overpriced suite on the fourth floor right over the function room where the local Rock and Roll club seemed to be having a dance rehearsal, after a nightmare journey by overcrowded train and two filthy taxis.

It was Seven Thirty on Saturday Morning when a bleary eyed Sarah collected Caroline from the Queens in her little red supercharged Polo G40 and by Nine Caroline was settled in at the castle and enjoying a late breakfast before signing the last few papers to seal the deal for Donna.

“I’m sorry we had to whisk Donna away,” Felicia sympathised, “Is she a real handful!”

“No, she was but we soon came to an understanding!” Caroline said inadequately thinking of how she licked Donna’s juices at the same instant as Felicia saw in her minds eye a bound, gagged and helpless Donna being beaten into painful submission by the unrelenting blows of Caroline’s whip, Felicia shuddered at the thought.

“Only Donna was very cagey about what she told Stephanie,” Felicia explained, “New clothes, and a cuddle is all she’d admit to!”

“Yes,” Caroline agreed, “it’s early days yet, but, well, I think we’ll get on just fine!”

“Caroline, there is just one small matter outstanding that we still need to resolve,” Felicia explained as she saw Frank walk in to join them.  “Leila complained very bitterly about the way you treated her in the woods, and afterwards.”

“Oh dear!” Caroline scoffed sarcastically, “Poor Leila, but I thought you wanted me to assert my authority”

Frank coughed clearing his throat and added, “Very upset she was, having to eat mud off your boot and she nearly drowned.”

“I don’t think you really understood what you put her through,” Felicia explained “or appreciated how she must have felt,” Felicia continued, “Almost naked, outside in the rain, her ankles hobbled, her hands tied, almost helpless, with an unfeeling control freak ordering her to do things she could never do, you even allowed her to fall and almost drown.”

“Yes, I did it to assert my authority like you demanded.” Caroline explained.

“But, you took her outside, almost naked, as far as she knew gardeners or walkers could have seen her, or worse, and the state you brought her back in, well we have had think very hard about the ordeal you put her through.

“Yes, so she got muddy and wet, big deal.” Caroline agreed.

“Not the mud but the psychology because she hates you now, Caroline, Felicia explained.

“Yes indeed, she really loathes you,” Frank added, “Caroline, you went too far, don’t you understand?”

“Yes but she was so horrible to me!” Caroline tried to excuse herself.

“Even so, “Felicia continued, “you showed a lack of maturity, of judgement which I hope was naivety, not simple cruelty.” 

“Ok, yes,” Caroline agreed, “well I’m hardly going to make Donna run naked in Hyde Park am I?”

“Well you may say that,” Frank suggested, “but when we had Camilla in training, Charles would.” He broke off as Felicia shouted.

“For heavens sake Frank that’s confidential, I hope you haven’t told anyone else!”

“It was all round Merthyr,” Frank continued,  “the Welsh Guards were on ceremonial, you know guard duty, and Dai Lewis saw everything!” Frank exclaimed, “Morgan Jenkins from Port Talbot pulled her out by her bridle!”

“Please Frank!” Felicia repeated, “Forget that ever happened, she didn’t drown, we don’t do Pony-Play anymore and we kept it out of the papers, so it didn’t happen, all right.”

“She must have looked a sight though, plastered in mud and pond weed!” Frank added.

“Frank!” Felicia snapped, “I won’t tell you again!” she paused, turned towards Caroline and smiled disarmingly, “But Caroline the way you treated Leila, I think I need to know you that you understand how she felt.”

“And what exactly do you have in mind,” Caroline asked with a heavy heart suspecting Felicia intended  to put her through the ordeal she had inflicted on Felicia.

“The same as I put Leila through by any chance!”

“Oh no, Caroline how could you think such a thing,” Felicia exclaimed, “No, no, but.”

“There’s always a but,” Caroline remarked sarcastically.

“Well, with the injuries poor Leila suffered,” Felicia explained, “the cut feet and scratches all across her front, well we have to consider Donna, and so we thought about the doggie walkies thing and it has a certain cachet so we had some new playwear made up, and,” she continued, “well, we thought perhaps you might like to try it?” Felicia picked up a knee length boot sculpted to look like a dog’s paw.

“Oh no.” Caroline exclaimed, “No way!”

“And these!” she showed Caroline some matching gloves, again styled to look like a dogs paw.

“Very kinky, what exactly do you want me to do.” Caroline asked.

Felicia laid matching corset, panties and bra all in light tan fake fur on the table.

“Well the gates are locked so we have privacy,” Frank suggested, “I suggest you might like to try some role play?”

“Outside” Felicia added.

“Half an hour.” Caroline agreed abruptly, “If you’re worried about how I’ll treat Donna I’ll do half an hour role play tops.”

“Oh,” Felicia replied somewhat taken aback, “Right, will you get changed here?”

“Yes lets get it over with,” Caroline agreed, as she slipped her cream jacket off, “Hang it up will you it cost me a small fortune.”

“Here’s the doggie-corset, see it’s furry like a real doggie,”  Felicia explained as Caroline stripped off her silk blouse, and her cream knee length skirt, “Covers more of your tummy than usual,” she explained.

“I am not wearing that tail!” Caroline insisted as Felicia produced a long furry tail attached to a butt plug, Felicia just smiled, as Caroline peeled off her hold up stockings and her stylish high heeled shoes to stand in her bra and panties.

“I’ve had Frank engrave your name on the little ring for your collar,” Felicia added.

“Yes I expected that,” Caroline agreed, “And if I do this that’s it, we sign and I get to take Donna home if the Magistrates accept Stephanie’s submissions?”

“Oh, yes,” Felicia agreed, “It’s just to reassure me that you know what it feels like and understand what you are putting your slave through.”

“All right, fine.” Caroline agreed as she picked up the collar, looked at her name “Caro” on the little disc, and fastened it around her own neck.

“I help you!” Felicia offered as she wrapped the corset around Caroline’s waist and adjusted the buckles for a snug fit, “try the gloves,” Felicia added.

Caroline held her hands out and Felicia slipped the gloves on and secured them with a little leather strap around the wrist.

“Oh, they’re very nearly rigid,” Caroline commented, “Is that right?”

“Oh yes, and try the boots, sit on the wooden chair please Caroline,” Felicia asked, “Frank, help Caroline with the boots would you please.” 

Caroline sat and allowed Frank to slip the imitation dogs paw boots on to her feet, she had to push really hard against Frank to force her feet down the tight fitting legs and even queried whether they were the right size but finally Frank fastened the six sets of buckles between the ankles and knees of the boots.

“They’re very tight,” Caroline complained, “I can’t bend my ankles.”

“Don’t worry,” Felicia explained, “head up I’ll attach your leash,”

Caroline lifted her head and Felicia attached the leash “Heel,” Felicia ordered, and tugged Caroline out of the chair.

“Hey,” Caroline exclaimed, “Oh god I can’t walk in these,” as she pitched forward and had to put her hands out to save herself.

“You’re not supposed to, try walking on hands and feet like a Doggy.” Frank advised.

“Oh god, you just have to be joking!” Caroline squealed as she found herself on her hands and knees.

“Not your knees, on your feet, or you’ll hurt your knees.” Frank ordered.

“What about the pants and bra?” Caroline asked as she crawled around awkwardly.

“Oh yes,” Felicia agreed, “You don’t need them do you!” and she undid Caroline’s bra and let it fall around her hands and pulled her panties down.

Caroline struggled frantically to pull her panties back up “No!” she squealed but the gloves held her hands so rigidly that they were almost useless.

“Just step out of them or I’ll fit the tail.” Felicia threatened, “Now how do you feel?”

“How do you think I feel, very, very stupid that’s how I feel, now please don’t say Leila is taking me for a walk,” Caroline pleaded.

“Oh no, Leila is in Milford Haven, she’s very happy, no, this is just a bit of fun.”

Leila suggested, “And a test for the new range actually.” She paused while Caroline disentangled herself from her underwear and then Felicia set off to drag Caroline down the corridor past the dungeons towards the back entrance and the courtyard.

“It’s lovely and misty,” Felicia said as collected her waterproof coat and hat from the boot room and pulled on her rubber wellington boots, “Nobody will see.”  She said as she opened the door and Caroline had no choice but to follow her outside, she shivered as the cold and wet hit her.

“It’s c’cold” Caroline shivered as the gravel scrunched beneath her feet and she thought how Leila must have felt, at least she had boots on so the gravel didn’t hurt her or cut the tender soles of her feet, but at least Leila had been able to walk upright she thought.

Frank followed her, “Well go “Walkies” first then we’ll let you off the lead for a little run and play, warm you up a bit”

“You have just got to be joking” Caroline thought.

Felicia led her across the courtyard, through the big oak door to the garden and across the lawn retracing the route Caroline and Leila had taken towards the track to the woods where the mud soon soiled Caroline’s doggy shoes and she found walking on all fours awkward and walking upright impossible.

In places she had to scramble over fallen logs taking extreme care as her breasts threatened to rub the logs, and then she slipped, splashing full length into a watery muddy hollow of a tractor rut.

“Caro.” Felicia exclaimed, “Don’t be so childish, exactly the phrase Caroline used on Leila.

She remembered instructing Leila to bark.

“Are you all right?” Felicia asked, “One bark for no, two for yes.”

“Rough!” Caroline giggled. “Oh sorry! but its so funny!” she apologised as Felicia slapped her playfully with the whip.

“We’ll go back now, then we can play fetch!” Felicia promised.

Downhill was worse for Caroline than up but soon a muddy and bedraggled Caroline was back on the sodden lawns as the drizzle once again turned to rain.

“Fetch Caro” Frank cried and he threw something pink across the lawn as Felicia slipped her leash.

Caroline loped awkwardly after the pink object only realising it was a pink penis shaped dildo as she went to pick it up, and found she could not grip it with her hands.

“Use your mouth,!” Frank shouted, and Caroline awkwardly moved the pink penis around and grabbed it between her teeth, it slipped out and she realised that if she swallowed some of it, then she could get a firm grip and she loped back awkwardly and went up to Frank and dropped it at his feet.

He ruffled her hair and said “Good dog, Fetch!” he said as he threw it again, Caroline just stared.

“Fetch!” Felicia ordered, “Frank said fetch so fetch or feel my whip!” she added.

“Rough, Rough,” Caroline barked and sprinted after the Dildo, Caroline suddenly realised that she could actually run in the doggy boots, the imitation claws acted like spikes and she could run easily on her toes even if she couldn’t balance to walk, she stumbled as she stopped and fell and rolled over several times but she felt a surge of excitement, her heart pounded and her chest heaved with her deep breathing but she felt wonderfully alive.

She trotted back on hands and knees, “Heel,” Frank ordered, “Give,”

Caroline dropped the pink phallus in his hand as she squatted beside him.

“Good dog.” Frank said as he ran his fingers through her hair, stroking her head like a real dog.

“You just need the tail, bend over.” Frank ordered.

“Rough!” Caroline barked but immediately Frank swung round and forced Caroline’s her between his knees while Felicia steadied Caroline’s buttocks.

“Rough, Rough, Rough. No, Please, No” Caroline squealed uselessly, and then she felt a cold blob of lube against the groove of her buttocks and the unyielding end of the butt plug with its tail advancing, easing, spreading, invading her most secret part, the pain was excruciating and then suddenly eased as the wide part passed her sphincter, and suddenly she had a tail.

“Good dog, Fetch!” Frank cried as he released her and threw the dildo.

Caroline stared for a moment but a tap from Felicia’s whip across her buttocks sent Caroline sprinting across the Lawns, faster and faster, like she was at school, the tail barely bothered her, the plug just made her feel deliciously full and she was sorry to reach the phallus, ad just kept going round in an arc before she collected the pink phallus and returned more slowly.

“Look at you, sucking a cock outside on the lawn with a bung up your backside!”

Frank chuckled, “I bet you never expected that!”

“Rough!” Caroline said as she dropped the phallus at Franks feet.

“Do you understand how humiliating it was for poor Leila?” Felicia asked hopefully, ”Caroline, because my feet are freezing, I need to go in.”

“Rough, Rough.” Caroline replied,

“Fetch,” Frank shouted, and without a thought Caroline sprinted across the castle lawns again, chasing after the toy.

Frank threw it low and long, so it rolled and bounced to give Caroline a longer run and as she turned happily to return the toy to Frank suddenly her blood froze.

Sam.  Sam Jenner, the man she had made love to, had enjoyed a romantic meal with, walked in the woods with, fallen in love with, was walking across the lawn dressed in a waterproof green jacket and wide brimmed hat, and he was striding across to join Frank as Felicia walked back to the Castle.

“Here Caro, come on, good girl.”  Sam chuckled, “Don’t be shy, I’ve seen it all before!”

Caroline remembered the shelf and squatting down holding the lips of her sex open for his inspection within moments of meeting Sam for the first time.

She crawled awkwardly back and dropped the toy at Franks feet.

“I’ll take her Frank,” Sam said quietly, “You wanna come live in Palm beach with Sammy.”

“Rough!” Caroline said and shook her head.

“Then I’ll take her for a walk Frank, half hour maybe?” Sam suggested.

“Well we said half an hour, what do you think Caroline, another half hour?”

“Rough, Rough,” Caroline agreed.

“You miss me doggie?” Sam asked.

Caroline jumped up, put her arms round Sam’s neck and licked his face, “I love you!” she said.

“You owe me thirty pounds!” Sam said.

“And you came all the way from County Clare for thirty pounds?”

“No Denver Colorado,” Sam replied.

“Oh, and there was no other reason, no business?” Caroline asked.

Sam blushed slightly “Well maybe, but hey, doggies should get down.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t walk in these boots, I have to hold on!” Caroline explained.

Sam smiled, “Felicia said it was role play so get down, play fetch.”

“Sam!” Caroline complained, “No you can’t,”

“Sure I can, Fetch” he said and threw the pink dildo awkwardly across the lawns.

Sam pushed Caroline down and she started to run, “Nice tail!” Sam shouted after her.

She ran across the lawn, picked up the phallus and crawled back on hands and feet.

“You look so sexy with a cock in your mouth,” Sam smiled, “You’re ready to suck mine yet?”

Caroline spat the toy out. “No!”

Sam laughed as he picked up the dildo and put it in his pocket, “I reckon we should let you have a little run and then we can go in,” Sam suggested, “Go on run round the lawn, have a little roll on the grass!”

“I damned well will!” Caroline replied and she sprinted away, it felt good, the cold rain on her chest, running on her toes, the claws biting into the soft grass as she sprinted round, it was years since she last ran, at school, ran properly, not ran for a bus and then she recalled he said roll around so she turned a cartwheel, and then lay on the wet grass and rolled over and over.

She heard a whistle. Sam was whistling for her and without thinking she sprinted towards him, she grabbed onto Sam once again and licked his face like she thought a good doggie should, but Sam clipped the leash back to her collar and said. “Lets get inside.”

Sam tugged the leash and dragged Caroline towards the Castle, across the lawn, through the oak door and into the courtyard, and across to the small door to the cellars and dungeon.

They entered up the stone steps and stopped in the stone floored corridor next to the boot room where the outdoor boots were stored.

“Lick my boots!” Sam ordered.

“Hey, No, No way!” Caroline protested.

“Caroline you made Leila lick your boots.” Felicia warned as she heard Caroline’s protest and came to see what was happening.

“Yes,” Caroline agreed,  “but she’s a slave, and I’m a.”

“Bitch!” Sam laughed, “Go on boots or dick, you choose!”

“No,” Caroline refused.

“Oh petulance,” Felicia simpered, “Shall we cage her Sam.”

“Yes, that’ll tame her.” He agreed.

“But Sam,!” Caroline gasped.

“Gag her,” Sam ordered, “Cage her, she’ll come around.”

“Frank!” Felicia shouted, “Fetch a Ball gag would you.”

“No, we’re busy!” Ianto shouted back, “He’s holding the deck up for me.”

“Oh really!” Felicia snapped, “I’ll get one don’t worry,” and as Sam held Caroline by the leash Felicia went to find a gag.

“Please don’t.” Caroline asked quietly.

“Hey, you need to learn kid,” Sam said and ruffled Caroline’s hair.

“Ring gag!” Felicia announced, “You can lick his boots with it in, now hold still.” She ordered as she grabbed Caroline by the hair and made her open her mouth wide before easing the thick rubber ring of the ring gag around behind her teeth.

“Heg” Caroline protested but Felicia already had the ring gag strap around the back of Caroline’s head.

“Right what’s it to be boots or cage” Felicia asked.

“Whoog!” Caroline barked.

“Cage then, will you take her Sam?” Felicia asked.

“No, not if she won’t suck my dick, I mean lick my boots!” Sam insisted, so Felicia took Caroline’s lead and pulled her towards the cage dungeon.

Caroline groaned inwardly, why did it have to be Sam, she could maybe have licked Felicia’s boots, or even Leila’s but Sam’s?  but she followed Felicia and even managed to climb most of the way into a cage before she realised there were a selection of cushions spread around the cage.

“Just have a rest,” Felicia advised as she pushed Caroline the last few inches into the cage and closed and bolted the cage door behind her, “I’ll have the gag out, can’t have you choking,” Felicia announced as she reached through and undid the strap on the ring gag and carefully pried the ring from Caroline’s mouth

Caroline suddenly felt very weary and spread the cushions around and went to lay down on them as she felt a rush of warm air and realised someone had turned the powerful fan heaters on. The cushions looked lovely and soft and Caroline decided there was no reason not to lie down. 

The cushions felt soft and the room was warm and Caroline quickly drifted off to sleep.

Sam watched Felicia drag Caroline away, before pulling off his heavy rubber boots and pulling on his highly polished shoes, and removing the heavy waterproofs and hanging them on a hook in the boot room.

Sam went in search of Frank, “Frank” he shouted, as he followed the sound of hammering to the Simulator room.

“Hey you keep out of here!” Ianto shouted as Sam walked in.

“Hey who you ordering around!” Sam demanded.

“It’s all oily man, you come in if you want but don’t complain if you get messed up!” Ianto added.

“Right, what’s the problem?” Sam asked.

“Bloody seals, we just changed a seal and the bloodly thing leaked as soon as we tried to test it see.” Ianto stated.

“Ianto’s the boss here see,” Frank said, “I pays the wages but soon as he get’s in here he’s in charge!”

“Right, I’ll leave you gentlemen to it,” Sam agreed, “I’ll find Felicia,” and he turned back but instead of finding Felicia, Sam found Caroline, sleeping, peacefully sleeping curled up on the cushions in her little cage.

He heard Felicia in the Kitchen.

“How difficult would it be?” he asked Felicia, “To just whisk her to Palm Beach.”

“Impossible, she has so many contacts,” Felicia said sadly, “I assume you mean take Caroline as a slave?” Sam nodded and Felicia continued.

“She loves you, don’t destroy that, don’t push her too hard.”

“Quarter Million, English pounds,” Sam suggested, “Surely that would cover it?”

“No, don’t be stupid!” Felicia declared, “She’ll hate you for it, all that spontaneity will disappear, all that liveliness that you desire will evaporate like the morning dew.”

“Yes, yes you’re right, as usual,” Sam agreed, “Now what!”

“Oh you need to charm her, but she has to lick your boot remember?” Felicia decided.

“Yes, I’ll find her.” Sam promised and hurried to find Caroline, she woke as he peered through the bars of the cage at her, admiring her firm breasts and her perfectly waxed sex, and her damp brown hair.

“Hi sleepy head,” he said as she opened her eyes.

“Oh, I must have been sleeping.” She said.

“Ready to come out yet?” Sam asked, “’cause there’s just the matter of some boots to lick,” Sam insisted, “See!” he showed Caroline his shiny shoes and laughed.

Caroline scowled, “No, you said lick your boots, those aren’t boots, you fetch the proper boots or better still take me to them.”

“Hey, they’re filthy!” Sam claimed, “It’s only symbolic, for heavens sake, only role play,”

“So, I’ll do it, all right!” Caroline insisted, “just help me off with these damned boots and gloves first will you?”

Sam opened the cage and helped Caroline to climb down, she held out her hands for Sam to pull off her muddy imitation dog’s paw gloves, then he helped her off with her muddy dog’s paw like boots.

“Oh my feet,” Caroline complained as she stretched and massaged her toes, “it’s like being on tip toe, now where are the boots?”

“Boot room!” Sam said, “Just lick my shoe, one little lick?”

“No!” Caroline refused, as she pulled at the buckles of her corset, “Where’s the rest of this outfit?”

“Hey no,” Sam cautioned her as he wiped his hands on a piece of towelling, “Not till you finished, lick that boot first!”

Sam walked to the doorway and shouted, “Felicia, she’s going to do it, come see!”

“Coming!” Felicia replied, and Sam heard her footsteps clattering down the stone corridor.

The boots were caked with mud, it clung thickly to the instep, and crusted around the ankles reaching seven or eight inches up the green rubber.

“Yum Yum,” Said Caroline sarcastically, and she picked up the first boot and bit into the thick mud.

“Caroline that’s disgusting.” Felicia exclaimed, “That’s enough dear!”

“Oh, squeamish, afraid to whip me and demand I eat faster?” Caroline demanded, “Mmm, tastes delicious,” she said as she spat a lump of mud across the floor.

“No Caroline!” Sam said, “leave it please!”

“No you said lick and this is,” she broke off instantly as Sam grabbed her leash and pulled.

“Leave, Ok leave.” Sam said getting into character again, “Naughty doggie, now doggie needs bath.”

“I won’t disagree,” Caroline agreed but when Sam opened the door to the courtyard Caroline realised he didn’t plan something hot and soothing with bath salts.

She saw the hosepipe curled around an old wheel and watched as Sam uncoiled a few feet before turning the ice cold water on.

The blast froze her to the core instantly, she would have fallen but for the leash which Sam held firmly and she shivered and shook violently, and then the flow stopped but only while Sam removed her doggy corset and threw it aside leaving her naked except for her collar.

“I’m all wet!” Caroline shivered and stammered.

“Yes, and lovely and clean.” Sam insisted, “Now sit”

Caroline squatted down and Sam disappeared to return with a bath towel for her to dry herself with and he picked her up and carried her indoors, past the dungeons, past the kitchens and up the stairs, “Felicia said the blue room!” he announced and as he spotted the blue sign he pushed open the door.

Sam reached the bed  in three strides, threw back the covers and laid Caroline on it, he locked the door and stripped off his suit in a frenzy before joining Caroline beneath the covers, “Come here let me warm you,” he offered as he pulled her freezing body close to him.

The warmth from Sam’s touch spread slowly through Caroline’s skin but the heat of passion was already at boiling point, “Do it Sam, do it now.” Caroline pleaded urgently, as she willed him to lie over her.

“Yes, I.” he said, choking the words love you off before they betrayed his feelings.

“Ten pounds,” said Caroline, “I’ll pay ten pounds,” she said as she rolled on her back and spread her legs wide to accept Sam’s rampant erection.

“Oh my god” Sam whimpered, “You’re so cold outside and yet so hot in there,  wow!”

“Do it Sam,” she whispered, “That thing you do, that thing I like, go on, inside me, please!” she demanded as she wrapped her legs around him. “Please.”

Sam gasped, suddenly she was calling the shots, milking him rather than him doing things to her, and, he decided, he liked it, he liked it a lot.

Urrgghhh, Sam groaned as he found he could hold on no longer and the first surge of his white hot cum shot into Caroline’s waiting womb, inflaming her even more.

“Yes, Caroline exclaimed, “yes cum baby, cum in your Caro, Caro the bitch, screw your little boot licking bitch ooohhhh,” she stopped speaking, and gasped with the sheer intensity of the feelings coursing through her.

“I’ll get your clothes!” Sam offered as he rolled off her.

“Oh no, ten minutes respite and we do it again.” Caroline warned.

“What if I ain’t ready?” Sam asked

“I’ll suck your cock!” Caroline smiled.

“No I’ll be ready,” Sam promised as he made his way to the bathroom.

Caroline followed, washing herself using the washbasin as Sam watched as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do.

“Caroline?” Sam asked, “This might sound a bit strange but will you walk with me again?”

“In a dog costume, half naked, no certainly not!” Caroline suggested, “Not today anyway!”

“No, like we did last weekend, walk through the woods, you know?” he said, “Maybe you should do your hair and makeup first?”

“No,” Caroline replied firmly, “take me to bed, and then if you’re very good I’ll consider your request!”

Sam just swept her up in his arms and carried her back to bed.

“What is it about you?” he asked, as he lay beside her for a brief moment before he rolled on top of her once again, “Why does it seem so special.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls!” Caroline suggested.

“It’s a feel not a say,” Sam continued, “It’s strange.”

“So perform big man!” Caroline ordered, “Put that big thing where it’s warm and wet and give me some of your love juice.”

“You’ll be talking dirty next!” Sam suggested as he spread her legs just a little wider and as she eased her own pink lips apart so he sank easily inside her.

Caroline watched as Sam’s penis gradually disappeared inside her, she noted how it already seemed to be part of her not of him as his hairy crotch came closer and closer until it touched her smooth waxed pubes and she shook slightly as it tickled.

“We could have been made for each other!” Sam joked, echoing Caroline’s thoughts.

“Yes,” she said simply, “I think we could have been very happy if.” But he was gently rocking now and the thought was lost as Caroline thoughts went to that special place where Sam took her as she gripped him firmly and her began to pound her athletically.

“Is that good,” He asked.

“Yes, don’t stop, yes,” She replied

“Say it!” Sam demanded.

“Yes very good Mmm.” Caroline said, “I love you Sam Jenner.” And then she stopped talking, as this high pitched tuneless singing started in her head.

“Hey Caroline pipe down,” Sam’s disembodied voice said through Caroline’s warm purple haze of pleasure.

“Caroline!” Sam said but he knew she was far away, lost in a sea of pleasure, and he settled in for a long run, marvelling at how the tiniest bit more flesh round Caroline’s middle made her such a comfortable lay, unlike Bonny, who he was scared of breaking every time he dipped his prick in her designer chuff.

Bonnie just gasped like a fish and tried to fake an orgasm way before Sam really got into his stride and he had to use a condom under the slave agreement Felicia had him sign. A Trophy slave, what the hell was the use of a trophy slave? he asked himself.

He liked the way Caroline’s breasts mushed down when she lay down he decided, it meant he could just go for it without having to arch  his back like with some girls he owned but he could still just bend his elbows and feel her erect nipples on his chest.

He tried a kiss, “Love you” he muttered, and the hairs on the back of his neck prickled, he had admitted it, damn.

Caroline squeezed him tighter, “Mmm” she said “I know,” and went back to her thin plaintive wailing, and Sam waited for the change in intensity of the sound which was his cue for the final gallop. 

“Now!” Caroline said simply and Sam speeded up for those last few strokes to make absolutely sure he shot his load as deep and hard into her as he possibly could, he felt the constriction against his helmet and the root of his shaft against her lips and realised again that they were perfect for each other.

The churning in his balls reached fever pitch and suddenly this red hot searing rod of cum was shooting down his shaft an he was pumping it into her, seemingly gallons filling her womb, and she milked every drop by contracting her vagina walls to squeeze him.

“Thank-you,” Sam said as he gently slid from her. “Will you lay still a while?”

“Yes, of course,” Caroline said, “Why”

“Increases the chance of conception, laying still for a while.” Sam said.

“Yes,” Caroline agreed, thinking happily of a little Sam, or would it be Samantha, “I’d like that.”

The rain hammered on the window panes, not the usual welsh drizzle but big masculine blobs of rain hammering and pounding.

“My new slave is ever so sweet.” Caroline said as she lay still, “A punk on the outside sweet frightened little mouse inside,” she explained.

“Mine’s a nightmare,” Sam admitted, “we just don’t work, I dread screwing her, I really do!”

“Serves you right, she was cold on display.” Caroline pointed out.

“No, it’s your fault, how could I think straight with you there.” Sam exclaimed, and reached over and kissed Caroline on the lips.

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Frank waited for Caroline’s wailing to stop before he brought her cases to Sam’s room, he knocked and when invited to “Come in” he stepped inside and said “Madam suggests that you share, if that’s all right, Sir, Madam. I took the liberty of bringing your cases Madam.”

“Very thoughtful,” Sam agreed, “And I bet she charges for Caroline’s time here?”

“Yes Sir,” Frank continued playing his chauffeur or butler role, she would charge Caroline for your services as well sir given half a chance.”

“Frank, can we borrow the LandRover, please.” Caroline asked as an idea formed.

“Ah, you may madam but sir does not have a UK driving license so I’m afraid our insurance does not cover him Madam.”

“Thank you Parker,” Caroline said politely.

“Partridge Madam,” Frank replied, “ Parker is the Lady Penelope’s butler off Thunderbirds Madam.” He explained as he shut the door behind him.

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The rain battered the LandRover as Caroline steered it up another impossibly steep and muddy slope, the windscreen wipers flapped uselessly and the engine and gears whined noisily as it laboured away in its Low range gears and with it’s differential locked slithering sideways and crabbing along as showed off her prowess as a driver.

“Are you trying to scare me?” Sam asked.

“Yes!” Caroline agreed, “I love off road driving!”

“Well you nearly succeeded, girl, you very nearly succeeded,” Sam confessed.

“Look at the view Sam. Isn’t that wonderful!” Caroline said as they reached a little summit, and looked out on a vista of lakes and woodland that encroached on the derelict remains of a once thriving mining industry.

“It would be if the rain would stop,” Sam agreed,

“But the little lake and the pine trees!” she explained.

“If you ignore the derelict mine workings oh and the railway track.” He added, “but yes it has it’s charm.”

“Shall we head back?” Caroline asked, “Only there’s some awkward slopes to get down, and this isn’t exactly state of the art.”

“You’re the driver,” Sam agreed, “I’ll just sit here ready to leap out, and anyway in case you’re expecting me to volunteer, I haven’t used a stick shift since I changed my Ferrari for a paddle shift last fall.”

“No, it’s just this is about forty years old!” Caroline explained, but she soon found it just chugged down hill at a few miles an hour without touching the brakes in it’s ultra-low low range gear and the descents became tedious instead of frightening.

Felicia was waiting by the workshops door.  “I’m afraid your mother rang Sam, will you ring her straight away please.”

“Sure!” Sam agreed and strode indoors. He returned full of apologies, “Seems I’m needed, can someone give me a ride?”

“Frank is standing by with the Maybach and Sarah has packed your cases.” Felicia assured him,

“Wagons roll then,” Sam turned to Caroline, “Sorry, but I need to do this!” he said, “Enjoy your new slave!”

“I will!” she agreed, and as Frank swung the Maybach around the courtyard so he could load Sam’s cases, she pressed her lips against Frank’s for a last lingering kiss.

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Felicia stood by Caroline as the Maybach pulled slowly away, “I think you passed your little test with flying colours!” she exclaimed, “Are you in any hurry to get home?”

“No, why?” Caroline queried as they walked slowly back to the Castle.

“I’m a bit short of.” Felicia said.

“No way!” Caroline said, as she remembered when Felicia had coerced her to display herself on a display shelf in the dungeon, the very thought made her uncomfortable, “No way!” she repeated as the discomfort became somehow liquid.

“Waitresses,” Felicia continued, “we have been offered a select group of overnight guests for dinner, and, well if Sam has gone and if you wouldn’t mind using an attic room than I think we can squeeze them in!”

“Me a waitress!” Caroline said aghast.

“Well you used to help out in a restaurant when you were a student didn’t you?” Felicia asked.

“Yes, I suppose so.” Caroline agreed as she sadly contemplated an evening without Sam, “why not, all right, I’ll do it.” She said as she suddenly decided to stay on.

“Oh great, you’re a star!”

“Good, can you move your things then please.” Fiona asked, “And you don’t mind wearing a maid’s uniform do you?”

To be Continued