Natalie was kneeling on Madam's bed her arms outstretched to the front and sides with soft red cords binding them to the bed-head. Her ankles were bound; the cords stretching back to the bottom legs of the huge bed and cords around one knee passed under the bed and up to the other to ensure her helplessness.
She screamed as the wide leather strap slapped hard across her raised buttocks to burn deeply into her soft flesh. The hand that administered the lash was obviously experienced in the use of the strap and wielded it with devastating effect. Five more hard lashes stung at the girl before Arabella paused.
"Quite a performance you put on today, slut."
Natalie grunted a reluctant 'thank you Mistress' through gritted teeth.
"You are wrong on one very important point though you little whore. Your body – and all of its orifices are there to be used as and when I wish."
"Not my backside, " Natalie uttered.
She screamed as the strap hit her backside, the end whipping around the curve to sting cruelly at her open pussy.
"All orifices," Arabella restated firmly.
"No," was the simply answer."
Two more stinging lashes with the strap bit at her body to draw pained wailing from the trembling Natalie.
"Yes! Tell me yes."
Natalie shook her head and steeled herself. Her head threw back and she gulped in air as the strap lashed savagely across her back. The pain was incredible, burning sting that seemed to seep down into her very soul.
"Yes."
"No!"
Thwack. The sequence went on, first demand and then refusal followed by the slap of the strap against flesh. Twenty three times the strap landed on Natalie's body before she at last relented and nodded her head sobbing loudly.
Arabella ran her hand over the curve of Natalie's buttocks, trailing her finger down the crease between them to rest threateningly over the entrance of her anus.
"You are a defiant little bitch Natalie, I remember you were at school too. You must however learn here that to defy me brings pain and you have defied me many times tonight – twenty-three times to be precise."
Natalie gave a deep groan. From the corner of her eye she could see Madam exchanging the strap for a wickedly thin cane and began rapidly to mumble her apologies.
At first there was nothing, she waited, her body tensed to feel the lash of the cane but it didn't arrive.
The cold feel of the gel was her first indication, it touched against her anus to send little shivers of fear running through her. The thick rubber plug pushed in and up, squeeze her buttocks as she might Natalie couldn't prevent its intrusion. She sobbed her misery as the plug pushed up and in, sliding over the gel to give her a feeling of fullness inside her. Thin little straps were secured around her upper thighs to hold the plug in place and she sobbed softly in humiliation and discomfort.
"Every orifice," Arabella said again mockingly. "You are mine to do with as I wish."
Natalie gasped as Arabella's tongue began probing at her labia, tracing the shape of first the right side and then the left. She cried out as the warm worm of flesh tease over her soft inner lips and then wriggled up inside her pussy. She came, a shuddering orgasm that shook her bruised body in delightful spasms. As her body tensed, it amplified the feel of the plug inside her anus to bring her off on a second and immediate orgasm that equaled the first in intensity.
Time was not given to savour the orgasms however, Madam raised her arm and struck with the cane across Natalie's outer thigh.
"Obedience!" Madam said firmly and struck again. "Obedience."
With each lash she gave, one for each time Natalie had defied her, Madam shouted the word over and over again above the girl's screaming.
"Obedience," she intoned and struck. "obedience."
In the corridor outside the room Claire rested back against the wall. Her legs were spread and her hand was down inside her knickers rubbing frantically at her clitoris. A surge passed through her every time Natalie screamed to bring the sweetest of sensations rushing through her. Claire came, listening to her friend wail in agony at the hands of her Mistress. She sighed heavily and slid slowly down the wall to sit on the floor.
'Fun time' Claire liked to call it. One of those sessions where she had a free hand to do anything she pleased and with whom she pleased. Today she had chosen Natalie so as to round off the weekend in a most satisfying of ways.
All were naked, Natalie, Claire and the two male servants that Claire had brought along, walking boots and thick white socks were all that covered their bodies. Natalie carried a heavy rucksack on her back, the shoulders straps pulling harshly into her arm pits and rubbing against her back. The collar around her neck secured the long leash that Claire led her by as they reached the far end of the estate grounds.
Two and a half miles they had walked, struck often with the cane, the servants and Natalie all bore the marks to bear testament to Claire's coaxing.
They arrived at the grassy knoll that lay on the outer fringe of the grounds and stopped.
"Unpack the food and drink," Claire instructed the servants. "We eat first and then – enjoyment."
A full and formal picnic followed with a huge white tablecloth spread out on the grass. Salad, quiche and sparkling wine, all ate heartily with Natalie being hand- fed afterwards as she sat back and away from the others.
Once the cutlery, plates and remaining scraps had been packed away the big black servant was ordered to lay back on the tablecloth. Claire knelt by his side and fondled his cock to full erection, her other hand working on the other servant that stood close. Her delicate fingers stroked and caressed, her soft red lips planted light kisses on the swollen members in an unhurried period of extreme pleasure.
At length she stopped and guided Natalie with several pulls on the leash over to join them. The tall girl was made to straddle the black servant, to sink her pussy down over his huge cock and to sit there on him.
Natalie moaned excitedly as the long, thick cock filled her insides, she began to move on him but was checked by Claire.
"Patience slut," she snapped. "Your hungry little pussy will get all the cock it needs."
Under Claire's direction Natalie was bent forwards, her breasts crushing down on the servants chest and her buttock raised. The second servant straddled his colleagues legs, placed his hands on Natalie's back and pushed his cock into her pussy also.
Natalie cried out, the one cock in her pussy felt great but the thought of two in the same hole at once drove her wild. She tensed slightly as her pussy was forced apart to accept the second thick girth into her. One cock sliding in against the other, she panted hard allowing her body to adjust to the enormous filling of her sex. So horny, so exciting, she rested there, her face on the big black chest as the strange sensations rushed through her.
Claire came around to her head, straddled the black servants face and lowered herself to press her pussy over his mouth. Her hands lifted Natalie's head and held it lovingly to stare into her brown eyes.
"Nice change from your other hole being used eh?" Claire said softly.
At a nod from Claire the white servant began thrusting, slowly at first but building rapidly as his cock moved within her.
Claire leaned forward and kissed Natalie on the lips, a passionate and hungry kiss that made Natalie come instantly. The kiss continued as the men thrust hard into her pussy, Claire's soft wet tongue entered her friend's mouth to search and probe. Minutes only passed, Claire came, the tongue wriggling up inside her pussy and the sweet responsive kiss of Natalie was too much to bear. She held her friend's head tightly and kissed with a fervent passion as she came.
Natalie came for a second time, her body shuddering as the surges of pleasure racked her body. Her third orgasm tore through her as first the white servant shot his seed inside her followed seconds later by the black servant. Both men's seed, spurted up into her moist interior and mixed in a horny and thrilling wash of sheer bliss.
The three of them disentangled themselves, Natalie was pushed back on the grass by Claire's guiding hands. With her knees raised and thighs parted wide, she waited as Claire positioned herself. The soft probing tongue of Claire licking at the sperm dribbling from her pussy sent Natalie rushing headlong toward yet another powerful orgasm. She cried out and bucked her body as the tongue slipped inside to lap and to taste.
Amey had read the letter over and over, at first she had thought it some kind of joke and then it had begun to appeal to her. Her initial offence at the reference to her small stature had given way to that throbbing ache in her pussy. The more she thought about her instructions from Arabella the more it excited her. It was as though Arabella could read her mind and was telling her to do the very things that she had come to know well and to love so much.
The phone call to Natalie produced confirmation for her only that the activities at the manor were 'sexually inclined' more than that Natalie had refused to say. It was sufficient reassurance however, for Amey to comply and to follow the instructions to the letter.
The excitement had been building throughout the week and at last Friday had arrived. Amey stood naked before her wardrobe mirror, she pulled the little white panties up and smoothed them lovingly over her hips and buttocks. The little bra, under-wired and lacy white was fitted to her body with the same ritual reverence to give her a look of youth and innocence. The pigtails in her hair and the accentuated freckles did much to add to that effect.
Amey raised her foot to step into the skirt, the little white ankle socks and patent leather shoes looking so sweetly youthful. She pulled the pleated skirt up and secured it, short and in light grey the schoolgirl look began to grow. A crisp white blouse and a striped tie completed the authentic and convincing look. She seemed so young, so very naive and so devastatingly attractive. For one so apparently young her breasts pushed hard out to create a great swell in her blouse and to pull it tighter still across her body. Bright red lipstick gave her full lips a sensual and naughty glow, her freshness and wide eyes added a deep and simmering tinge of devilment and naughtiness.
All was ready, her little panties were wet at the gusset, her excited pussy juices soaking into the flimsy material as it flowed readily. Her nipples were hard and her clitoris throbbing its aching need, she checked herself one final time before slipping the satchel strap over her shoulder and walking to the door.
Natalie had responded well both in becoming accustomed to the high-heeled shoes and to the posture training. Her look of sheer delight as Madam had handed her the suit was obvious to all. Claire felt a surge in her pussy as she imagined her friend clad in the same tight latex suit that she herself owned. Madam made much of praising Natalie and it wasn't without a tinge of jealousy that Claire added her congratulations to the beaming Natalie – now also to be know as Madam.
The three of them sat in the study, a formal meeting that had seen the routine matters dispensed with and now ready to move on to Arabella's announcement.
"I am planning to hold, once Amey and Louise are inducted, a grand ball. A celebration that will bring my friends and acquaintances from far and wide. You girls, you new Madams, will play a great roll in that special occasion."
Both girls looked at one another, delight etched in their expressions.
"I make the same offer to you," Arabella continued. "As I made to Claire, that you become a staff member here at the manner and may move in here if you wish. Claire has given her acceptance already and I await yours."
"Yes!" Natalie said instantly.
Taken a little by surprise at her ready agreement Arabella cautioned softly.
"Take time to consider…"
"Nothing to consider," Natalie said firmly. "My answer is an emphatic yes."
Madam nodded her head in acceptance and continued.
"It is my hope, subject to their suitability naturally, that Amey and Louise will join us here also. I have brought Amey's invitation forward and arranged that Louise will follow almost immediately afterwards should she choose to accept."
"That dirty bitch will agree to anything sexual," Natalie quipped and gained giggled agreement from Claire.
A thrill rippled through the two girls, they beamed a smile at one another at the prospect of the friends being together.
"Now," Arabella announced loudly in a tone that signaled the end of her speech. "I can't wait to see Natalie in her suit and to stripe both of your lovely little bottoms for you. Claire, you may select the implement of your punishment whilst Natalie dresses.
Little Amey sat on the bus, her schoolgirl's uniform giving the impression that she was simply in the upper forms of secondary or comprehensive school. Her little grey skirt was pulled high up her thigh to show a good expanse of silky smooth thigh. Her tie had been loosened, the collar undone and her blouse open several buttons down her smooth neck to show a hint of her cleavage.
He had noticed, the man in the seat opposite, his frequent leering looks roamed her legs and breasts hungrily. About forty something Amey guessed him to be, clean and well presented but shifty in his furtive ogling.
She raised one knee, pressing it against the back of the seat in front of her, allowing her skirt to slide up further. Her body pounded with electric sensation as he increased his interest in her offered thighs. Only two other passengers remained on the bus now and they were both seated far down in front of Amey close to the doors. She looked across at the excited man and pouted sexily. Her fingers gripped the hem of her little skirt and pulled it up to her waist.
His eyes widened, his mouth hung open in stunned amazement as he leered greedily at her little white knickers. He was hard, his cock pushing his trousers up into a straining bulge.
Amey stood, allowing her skirt to fall back and cover her thighs, she moved into the isle and leant over, looking out of the window beyond the man. Her heart beat fast as she posed for him, aware that her breasts and cleavage were his main point of interest. She smiled broadly, blew him a kiss and walked away to the front of the bus swinging her hips.
As she alighted onto the pavement Amey took a deep breath and calmed herself, the thrill had been so very wonderful. She checked her watch, part two of her instructions had been completed, next was the tube and then to the park. She walked confidently, chest out and bathing in the many sexually loaded looks she received from passing men. At the entrance to the tube station she paused, composed herself once again and then walked in.
Robert, Claire's suffering husband was naked and bound, his hands behind his back and kneeling on the floor. His face was pressed hard down on the carpet where Claire's firm grip on his hair twisted his face painfully downward.
"Did you enjoy watching me get fucked?" She mocked.
"Yes," he muttered and winced in pain.
"He had a wonderful cock didn't he Robert. So big and thick, hard and powerful. So unlike your pathetic little offering."
He grunted in response.
Claire swung a leg over his head to straddle him, her thighs clamping around his head as she faced his body and her buttocks pressing his head down. Her open hand landed a sting slap on his buttocks.
"Tell me," she breathed excitedly. "What it was like to watch."
"Horny," came the muffled reply as a second stinging slap landed on him. "The way his huge cock stretched your pussy wide around it."
"Unnnh" Claire gasped. Her fingernails dug into his back as the surge shot through her.
"The way you took his whole length up inside you, you bitch and loved every second of it."
She dragged her fingernails down his back, peeling the skin from him in her deep excitement. She ground her clitoris hard against the back of his head, her hips jerking in a rush to sate her need.
"You took his come up you and then made him lick it whilst you sucked me."
She moaned aloud in deep ecstasy and increased the pace of her jerking hips. Her head was back and eyes closed as her nails tore at his back in fervent excitement.
"And then," Robert stuttered as he coped with the raw pain in his back. "You rotten bitch, you got him to fuck you again whilst you kissed me."
Claire came, her whole body stiffening and her strong thighs gripping around his head. Her back arched, she let out a long deep sigh and slumped forwards onto her husband's back. Her knee was wet with thick globules of Robert's sperm that had jetted out in his great excitement.
Arabella was in the gym watching the servants exercise. A daily routine that she insisted upon so as to maintain their strong athletic bodies for her viewing and use. She sat as always astride a vaulting horse, her favourite place at this time of day with the added advantage of pressure against her pussy. The firmly padded suede top angled beautifully to press hard against her clitoris. With so much wonderful sweaty male flesh on offer it helped to maintain the stimulation.
She would fuck one of them, at least one, but it was so very hard to decide which. All of them posed and strained as they worked, conscious of her presence and jockeying for attention and the reward of her body. It was the prize she offered for bodily perfection and they all them responded willingly to the challenge.
Muscles strained and bulged, rippling stomachs and sculptured thighs simply labouring to please her whims. Best of though for Arabella was the swinging cock between their thighs, some in states of semi-erection and anticipation of her body. She sat naked with only her nipple rings on her otherwise naked body, it she felt, add a little to their enthusiasm.
"Paul," she called and pointed, she paused. "Not you!"
She laughed aloud. It was her little joke, to raise their hopes, and their cocks mostly, only to dash those hopes and the erections that they may have gained. Her eyes roamed the gleaming buttocks of the big black boy but she had him yesterday. Her pussy was in need now, that wetness and the dull throbbing ache had started and it was time.
She lay back on the vaulting horse, her legs wide and her buttocks resting just on the edge.
"Clive can fuck me," she announced. "And Vincent, I will suck your cock."
Both men attended her readily, one cock slipping easily up into her pussy and the other offering its great head close to her mouth.
"Slow and sweet today I think," she murmured softly and closed her mouth over the glans of the erect cock.
Tantalisingly slowly the cock moved back and forth in her pussy, Arabella sucked equally as slowly on the cock in her mouth. With her free hand she motioned to the others and gripped an erect cock as it positioned itself for her. She worked with the three cocks, fondling sucking and gripping with her internal muscles as she mewed contentedly.
Two men came almost at the same time, sperm jetting into her mouth and her pussy. Her other hand worked to wank the third man and she moaned aloud as his thick seed jetted onto her arm and wrist.
Arabella sat up slowly, addressed her comment to the servant that had shot his seed over her arm. Her tone was level and calm but the sinister meaning was all too apparent.
"For that my dear boy, you will suffer."
The short journey on the underground had been every bit as thrilling for Amey as that on the bus. She was deeply enjoying her schoolgirl roll and had to admit that she felt good in the little uniform. She had squatted on the platform, pretending to search in her satchel. She had bent and sat whilst waiting for the train, showing her neat little body at every opportunity.
One thing was certain Amey felt, men liked schoolgirls. Young and old alike the men had leered at her, some furtively and others quite openly but it was a different type of ogling from the normal. The image and youth, innocence and naivety seemed to appeal to men in a very different way. Older girls and women received admiring and of course sexually loaded lusting gazes, but in her uniform she had drawn deeper, more hungry and wonderfully exciting wanting leers.
On the train itself they had continued, looking at her breasts, positioning themselves to stand over her as she had sat to look down her blouse. Seating themselves so as to try to look up her skirt. Amey giggled as she thought of the pouting little smiles that she had given them. Deliberate looks of blissful ignorance as to their sexual motives.
She sat in the park now, her legs crossed to show her slim thighs almost up to her sodden panties. She had become so excited during the journey that the whole of her gusset was not just damp but soaked through with her juices.
The tall, elegant woman that walked toward her seemed to take as much interest in her as the men. The chauffeur by her side certainly had noticed but the woman's looks were doubly thrilling to Amey. A different kind of tingling sensations play in her pussy, a naughtier and more forbidden type of feeling.
"How simply divine!" The polished accent enthused as the two reached and stopped before Amey. "My dear! You look the picture of innocence itself."
Amey watched the woman's hungry expression, excitement flared in her eyes, it was an expression that equaled those of men, one of deep sexual longing. The lustful gaze roamed over her, slowly and deliberately so as to leave Amey in no doubt of her sexual longing for her.
"Don't you think, Clive," the woman sought confirmation from her chauffeur. "That the little slut is simply perfect?"
It took a few moments for it to register in Amey's brain.
"Arabella!"
"I though for a moment that you might never recognise me. One thing is certain little Amey, that you are to sit on my lap in the car – all the way to the manor."
Claire and Natalie had been entrusted with the task of writing the many invitation cards in preparation for the coming ball. They sat opposite each other at the desk in the study of the manor, naked and giggling.
It had been Natalie's idea and a little competition agreed between them had resulted. Both were seated on the lap of a naked servant, one beneath each girl. The men sat unmoving with their cocks up inside the girls' pussies.
"You wriggled your backside you cheat!" Natalie accused giggling.
Claire feigned innocence.
"I did not! Anyway you are using your internal muscles to try to get your man to come first. That wasn't in the rules."
"I am not," Natalie sang in a childish tone.
"You were too!" Claire responded laughing. "I can see the expressions on your face."
Natalie shrugged.
"Well, perhaps just a bit," she said seriously and the two girls exploded in a fit of giggling.
The laughter stopped and the writing resumed continuing for several minutes in complete silence. Natalie broke the quiet with her comment.
"My hand is shaking so much that they will never be able to read this."
Claire fell back against her servant, tears of laughter running down her cheeks, her slim body shaking as she enjoyed the quip. Her expression changed and she bit her bottom lip, her face flushed and her body tensing.
"You rotten bitch!" Natalie shouted laughing. "Yours has come hasn't he?"
Claire remained silent, her eyes widened and her expression changed again to one of deep satisfaction. Her voice rose to a high pitch and she smiled as she replied.
"Rather!"
They both laughed again, enjoying the light-hearted sex session before Natalie became silent. Her hands gripped the desk top and her eyes closed. She sat as though in meditation for a moment and then let out a long deep sigh.
"Mmmm," she moaned sensually. "So has mine now."
Claire watched her friend and allowed her to savour the wash of sperm being injected up inside her before speaking again.
"Mine came first though so I win."
"Did not! You cheated."
"So did you!"
A moment passed before Claire made the suggestion.
"I know, we'll have a second round to decide the winner. I'll cane your servant and you cane mine, the first of them to scream is the loser."
Natalie looked thoughtful.
"Tied up?"
"Naturally.
"Beaten hard and severely?"
"Is there any other way my dear Natalie?"
Again Natalie looked thoughtful and responded lightly.
"Okay, deal it is."
Madam had rushed Amey straight to her own bedroom, her excitement obvious to all including the male servant she had called in with them. Throughout the car journey Arabella's hands had roamed the little Amey's body, feeling her breasts and stroking her thighs. Madam had sighed a low and meaningful groan of pleasure when her fingers had stroked Amey's sweet little pussy for the first time.
Amey now was bent over touching her toes, the little uniform skirt lifted and rested bunched up on her back. Her panties had been removed and her little buttocks, so taut and firm offered themselves like fresh rounded peaches. The first lash of the cane stung hard but little Amey as unmoved and remained silent. The second blow swished down hard to thwack noisily on the delicate little bottom. The girl simply grunted and remained as she was, the bright red stripes showing brightly on her pale skin.
"You take the cane well you little bitch," Arabella said in a thick excited voice.
She swung the cane down again and again, her pussy jolted in spasm as each cruel lash landed.
"You will be mine," Arabella panted breathlessly. "My own personal property and unavailable to others."
She paused in the beating to run her hand over the tiny buttocks, her finger slipping into the wetness of Amey's sex.
"All mine," she moaned softly as she moved her finger around inside the girl. "So long I have waited for someone like you little Amey. You fill my desires and my fantasies, but now in reality."
At the wave of her free hand, Arabella beckoned the servant around to the front of Amey. His erect cock jutting out hard and close to the girl's mouth.
As Madam continued to finger the girl, Amey gripped the thick member and circled her fingers around it just below the head.
Arabella let out a groan of approval. The tiny hand and fingers around the thick cock made it appear ever larger than it was. Impossibly long and thick, seemingly too huge to fit into the tiny mouth of Amey.
"Suck it," Arabella commanded and increased the pace of her fingering.
She watched spellbound and excited as Amey's mouth stretched wide open to fit around the tip of the big bulbous head. The girl adjusted the angle of her head to accommodate the cock and slid slowly down on it. Arabella came, not a thunderous orgasm but a rippling and delightful one that was merely a prelude to a building torrent. Arabella withdrew her finger and sucked lovingly on the thick musky juices of the little girl, she watched the hungry mouth sliding up and down the huge shaft of the servants cock.
"Fuck her" Arabella commanded excitedly. "I want to see you fuck her."
The servant withdrew with some reluctance, he moved around to Amey's rear and positioned himself with he head of his cock at her pussy.
Madam looked on lovingly, the pert little bottom of the girl and the great bulk of the man and his cock seemed set to split the tiny little body in two. A thunderous surge passed through her as she nodded her consent.
Amey screamed a half-cry as the big cock pushed inside her. Her body lifted to try to straighten but a powerful male hand forced her back down. She sobbed in pained pleasure as he began thrusting up inside her. Amey's whole body was jarred and shaken as he lunged brutally into her, her frail little body battered by his great powerful bulk. She whimpered as the assault on her soft interior continued, her head jarred into nodding motion as the man battered against her little backside.
Madam came where she stood, the delightful scene before her simply too much to resist. She shuddered in orgasm as she watched the servant tense and then shoot up inside the squealing Amey. Wave after wave of terrific sensation tore through her, Arabella's body shook violently as she accepted the racking orgasm. Her knees buckled and she sunk to the floor murmuring softly.
"Amey, my very own little Amey."