She felt a tart, Claire hoped and prayed that no one she knew would pass and see her dressed so. Why the hell she felt compelled to comply with Arabella's wishes she didn't know – but she had.
In the remote country lane in the early morning, Claire shivered with the chill. Silence surrounded her and thick mist covered the surrounding fields to give and eerie feel to the stillness.
A short pleated skirt in navy-blue that finished indecently high up her thigh was so out of character for her. Normally staid and proper, nothing above knee length would have been acceptable either to her or to Robert. Black hold-up stockings, sheer and sleek gave her, she felt, a wanton and alluring appearance. The crisp white blouse, long-sleeved and tight around her bust and waist simply reinforced her whorish feel.
What she couldn't deny to herself was the pumping excitement that she gained from it all. A deep tingling of naughtiness and abandonment, almost a transformation of character. To be dressed so, to be here out in the middle of nowhere at seven in the morning and to be – well, what was effectively – under the command of her long absent friend. It was all so ridiculous but at the same time so very thrilling – sexually thrilling.
Claire faced the direction that Arabella had insisted she should, her nipples hardened in the chill air or was it excitement, a little of both she decided as she waited. The small suitcase by her feet contained mostly cosmetics and underwear, 'all clothing provided' Arabella's note had said, that fact simply added to the mystique and the thrill of anticipation.
"Madam," the deep voice stated from behind her.
Claire squealed in shock and whirled around in surprise, she hadn't even been aware of his approach.
The tall chauffeur stood impassively as she looked him up and down suspiciously.
"Madam Arabella's compliments, she asks that you allow me to transport you to her residence."
Claire was stunned, he was so young, so confident and so very, very – well -nice. His sharply pressed black uniform and cap gave his tanned face an almost irresistible look. The flashing blue eyes and wry, knowing smile made her insides melt in desire. She had expected Arabella herself but wasn't in the least disappointed. Claire took the opportunity as she followed to inspect every teasing move of his firm backside as it moved within his tight-fitting trousers.
As they reached the black limousine parked further down the lane the chauffeur paused to hold up a blindfold.
"My apologies Madam but mistress insisted that you wear this."
A pumping thrill coursed through her as he moved close behind her to slip the blindfold over her head and fix it into place. Shivers of delight rippled through her as she stood passively whilst his strong fingers touched at the side of her head. His closeness and the smell of his after shave sent her vulva in to gripping little spasms of delight.
For what seemed an eternity Claire sat in darkness on the back seat of the limousine, the ride was comfortable and seemingly unhurried. It was an almost undetectable halt that the car slowed to and only the switching off of the engine indicated to Claire that that they actually stopped.
The wonderful fresh smell of his after shave and body as he leaned close thrilled her, the light dazzling her eyes as the blindfold was removed. They were at the gates of a large estate, a long sweeping driveway stretched out before them to cut its way through lush green grassland to the trees beyond. Tall wrought iron gates attached to enormous stone pillars stood open to allow them access to the sprawling grounds.
The car moved majestically towards the central wooded area, Claire gazed in awe as the house came into view. Huge and old, it was a mansion that could have come straight from a Hollywood film. Wide stone steps moved up front from the graveled parking area to the front of the house itself and high Georgian window frames painted in white stood out in contrast to the stonework. As far as the eye could see rolling hills and farmland surrounded the house in whichever direction one cared to look.
Claire stepped a little nervously out of the car, the chauffeur holding the door indicated with a sweep of his hand the direction she should take. As she reached the top step of the front terrace and approached the huge front door Claire halted abruptly, her eyes staring wide in shock.
A powerfully built youth, totally naked wearing just a black bow tie and a half smile stood dutifully by the open front door. His enormous cock hung limply down between his thick thighs and he showed not the slightest hint of embarrassment. Huge chest muscles gleamed in the light, his firm backside jutted out temptingly and his bulging biceps gave a clear indication as to the power his body possessed.
Claire flushed bright red and hesitated, she averted her eyes from his cock but as secretively as she could her gaze flicked back often to the huge member.
"Follow me please Madam," the youth stated loudly and led off through the house.
Claire followed in stunned silence, her interest firmly fixed on the servant's firm naked buttocks as the moved unhurriedly through the corridors and out onto the rear terrace.
"Claire!" Arabella squealed in delight.
She was seated at a small wrought-iron table surrounded by four ornately worked chairs and rose to her feet in greeting.
"Thank for accepting, It is so wonderful to see you again."
Claire moved trance-like, guided by her hostess to sit and to settle herself on one of the patio chairs.
At a snap of Arabella's fingers the servant came close and placed a tray of drinks on the table before moving away. The stunned woman couldn't resist a fleeting peek at his thick cock once again, she shivered in delight at both the sight of it and the thought of it inside her.
"Nice isn't he?" Arabella said casually as she handed Claire a drink and settled herself lazily in her seat.
Claire could only nod at first, her mind was still taking-in the opulent surroundings and the fact that her servant could walk around totally naked as though it were normal and nothing out of the ordinary.
"Wonderful," she blurted at last.
"He's quite a good fuck too," Arabella said with a casual ease.
Claire almost choked on her drink.
"What?" She squealed in surprise. "You actually…have sex with him?"
Arabella smiled broadly and nodded.
"All eleven of them actually."
A casual wave of her hand brought Vincent the servant to her side. Arabella raised her hand to rest his thick cock lightly in the palm of her hand. Her slim, delicate fingers closed around its girth and kneaded the huge member casually.
"Vincent," Arabella said casually as she caressed him. "Is one of my favourites, he does so respond to a good blow-job. Don't you Vincent."
"Yes, Madam," he replied dutifully.
Claire sat spellbound, watching intently as the huge cock twitched and rose in hardness under the gentle coaxing of Arabella's hand.
"Like to try it?" Arabella asked casually as though offering a biscuit.
Claire flushed and shook her head. Her insides were taut with tension, she wanted so very badly to be doing exactly that but her sheltered upbringing and strict social code were too deeply ingrained in her.
His cock was fully hard now; the foreskin pulled back tightly and seemingly painfully along the thick shaft, the velvety head rounded and full seemed to pulse its excitement.
"Mind if I do?" Arabella asked politely and glanced at Claire for confirmation.
Claire simply nodded and watched in amazement as Arabella closed her soft lips over his bulbous glans and slid her mouth far down onto the thick cock.
Mewing her contentment, Arabella sucked and moved her head on him, her cheeks pumping in a steady rhythm of pure sexual greed.
Great stabbing sensations in her vulva brought Claire close to her peak as she watched the erotic act, her gaze flicking up on occasions to see the delight etched on the servant's face. Every nerve end in her body cried out to be in Arabella's place, she cursed herself for being so hesitant and reserved. She gave a stifled gasp as the man came to orgasm, shooting his seed deep into Arabella mouth and groaning loudly as she sucked hard to drain him.
Arabella, sat back smiling, her lips coated with a smear of his seed, she wiped them clean with a tissue and looked across at Claire.
"You haven't changed have you?" She stated kindly. "Still the prim and proper Claire that I knew at school. You are here for the whole weekend, perhaps after a little while you might loosen up a bit."
A guided tour of the house followed, it was truly enormous Claire thought. An indoor swimming pool to the rear side of the house built within a huge glass conservatory complete with sauna and small gymnasium. Games room, study, lounge and dining room all made up the ground floor. Upstairs was equally grand with many large bedrooms all en-suite with lavishly decorated bathrooms and accessed by the maze of corridors that ran the length of the house.
The two women rested now in the comfort of the lounge, Arabella lounging back casually with her feet up and resting lazily on the coffee table between them.
"You aren't getting any are you?" Arabella stated firmly to break the silence.
"Sex you mean?" Claire asked and shook her head slowly.
"Problems?" Arabella probed gently.
Claire flushed and shifted a little uncomfortably.
"Some," she said simply.
Arabella's irresistible smile broke, infectious as always it lightened the gloom.
"Use the servants, you are female and to them a mistress – order them to whatever you want and they will obey."
That surge of thrill passed through her again, Claire desperately wanted to agree but still that in-built reserve was holding her back.
"Me! I couldn't – really I couldn't," she protested weakly.
"Why not?" Arabella demanded icily.
Claire was thrown momentarily by the harsh tone of her friend's voice.
"I don't really know – just not me really I suppose."
Arabella's tone was softer and coaxing, warm and sympathetic toward her hesitant friend.
"You want a good cock – a damned good shag don't you?"
A little shocked at Arabella's choice of words, Claire agreed.
"Yes of course but…well…"
"Guilt at being the unfaithful wife eh?"
"No!" Claire responded firmly and then softened her tone. "No, that's not it. I just feel that it should be private and you know…more loving than the way you did it earlier."
"Prudish then."
"Perhaps, but I couldn't bring myself to tell them to do it."
"Would you like me to tell them for you?"
Claire at silently, the thought of that muscular youth lying on top of her, his powerful hips forcing her thighs apart driving his big cock hard into her pussy made her shiver.
"Well…"
"That's settled then!" Arabella clapped her hands in finality and stood up.
"I'll leave you to freshen up and unpack before lunch – that will be on the patio at about twelve – then we can look around the grounds together."
The third turning left along the long corridor, Claire recited to herself as she made her way to what was her bedroom for the weekend. The maze of turnings off made finding her room all the more confusing because of the identical look all of the many doors.
It was so sudden, she didn't even have time to scream. The hand came around from behind to clamp hard over her mouth, the air crushed from her lungs as a strong arm pulled at her waist to pin her slight body back onto his. Claire was propelled forward at mind-blurring pace, her feet clear of the floor she was carried hurriedly into one of the rooms. A powerful hand clamped onto the back of her neck to force her face down on the bed and to push her face deep into the soft quilt. Her legs flailed uselessly against the powerful man as her blouse was roughly ripped from her body, the knee pressing down in the small of her back forced most of the fight from her.
She winced as her bra strap was brutally torn from her body to bare her back, she murmured into the bedclothes as her skirt was flipped up and her thin panties ripped unceremoniously from her body.
Claire froze as she felt the head of a cock nudging between the tops of her thighs. The knee was removed, the hand on her neck moved down to press hard in the centre of her shoulder blades. She let out a great gasp as the big cock pressed against the entrance to her pussy and pushed up inside her.
Wonderfully hard and warm, filling her so completely and stretching her little used pussy lips tightly around its great girth the feel of the cock thrilled her. As it began a steady pumping into her soft interior Claire moaned in delight. It felt so wonderfully welcome and horny. Gone was the guilt for she hadn't asked for this but knew that she needed it so badly. Her hands bunched into tight fists, gripping at the quilt as the sensations washed over her. Hard and brutally he rammed into her, jerking his hips on the inward strokes to force every last inch of his cock into her.
It was a high, a charge like no other, to be raped, had against her will and fucked so very savagely into the bargain. Claire moaned her pleasure, moving her buttocks gratefully upward to meet his pounding hips.
Great waves of exquisite sensation tore through her, her head felt light and her mind distant. Bolts of electric stabbing pleasure tore at her insides and then she came. Her little voice cried out, her back arched and she shuddered with each jolt of pleasure that shook her body. Claire gasped as his wash of sperm warm and powerful shot up deep inside her body and then she slumped sated into the thick quilt.
In the misty stupor of post-orgasmic bliss it was Arabella's voice that she heard from somewhere seemingly far away.
"Cock at last eh? Don't forget now – lunch is at twelve."
Claire rested her head and allowed the blackness to envelope her.
Sitting at the little table on the terrace in the bright sunshine Claire looked out over the distant hills. She felt complete, better than she had in months. Her body seemed to glow and radiate her happiness, she felt like smiling and did so broadly. She wore jeans and ankle-boots, a baggy sweatshirt in pale cream and her hair tried back in a ponytail. Bathed and rested, she felt ready to take on the world, a whole new confidence bubbling away inside her.
"Oh my!" Arabella gasped as she came out of the open patio doors. "No need to ask how you are feeling- you look positively wholesome!"
Claire blushed under the compliment and felt self-conscious that Arabella both knew of her sexual encounter and had seen her virtually naked.
"Thought you needed a little help in getting to grips with him," Arabella said knowingly and sat herself down. "Good?"
Claire couldn't contain herself.
"Brilliant! Absolutely marvelous! The best…"
"Fuck?"
"Yes that…"
"Say it!" Arabella demanded. "Say the word.
Claire hesitated.
"Fuck," she repeated softly and then almost shouted the word once more. "Fuck! The best fuck ever!"
Arabella laughed loudly at the enthusiasm that Claire held in her voice.
"Thanks," Claire offered more seriously.
"My pleasure," Arabella giggled. "And not just a little of yours either I think. Ready for lunch?"
Claire sighed heavily.
"Famished, I could eat a…"
"Cock perhaps?" Arabella quipped and raised her eyebrows mischievously.
Both women giggled loudly like the two schoolgirls they had once been. Arabella laughed longer though and then her tone became serious.
"Not for us my dear Claire, the servants always eat first."
"Oh – sorry," Claire stuttered in confusion.
Arabella smiled and clapped her hands. She shifted forward on her seat and parted her legs, lifting her skirt to show her naked thighs and pussy beneath.
Claire watched spellbound as the big black servant, naked and erect came out to kneel before Arabella. His head dipped down between her thighs and his tongue began lapping greedily at her pussy. So engrossed was she in the scene before her that it was a moment or two before she was aware of the blonde Paul standing before her.
"If madam would remove her jeans I will be able to serve her," he said politely.
At first Claire hadn't realised that he was addressing her and not Arabella. A powerful surge shot through her at the very thought. She stood slowly and unclipped her jeans to slide them and her panties down to the floor. Claire sat again as the blonde servant pulled her jeans over her boots, folded them neatly and laid them carefully aside.
Almost automatically she parted her knees, gasping loudly as his big hands rested tenderly on her upper thighs. Claire drew breath as his soft warm tongue licked at the swollen lip of her labia, first one and then the other in an exciting alternating pattern. She tensed, her hands gripping his powerful shoulder s as his tongue first probed at her soft inner lips and then pushed up inside her. Wild series of sensation tore through her, thrilling and exciting horny and so very, very pleasant.
Her hands moved to grip is hair, her hands pulling his head harder down onto her open pussy. She was panting hard, her mouth open in a silent pleading for release. The excited grunts and moans from Arabella spurred her on to grind her mons hard against his face.
Claire screamed in delight as he dragged his rough tongue over her hard clitoris in long cat-like strokes. So wonderfully powerful and so deeply satisfying. Harder she bucked against his face, a sadistic streak coming to the fore as she delighted in his mumbled discomfort. All that mattered to her was her own pleasure and she urged him frantically on toward her peak.
She screamed aloud, her body locking rigid and her thighs clamping tightly together around his head as she came.
There was a new sense of freedom about her, Claire sat as she had finished, naked from the waist down and her knees wide apart. No embarrassment did she feel only the warm sun on her upper thighs and pussy.
"Now it's our turn to eat," Arabella giggled.
"Which one?" Claire asked confidently. "Which of them fucked me earlier?"
"Ah!" Arabella teased. "Have to know do you? Tell you what, try them all over the weekend and then you tell me if you can which one of them it was."
Claire grinned and her clitoris jolted in reaction.
"Mmm! Sounds a most interesting puzzle to solve."
Over a huge ham salad and bottle of white wine the two friend's chatted non-stop about old times and the highlights of their times spent together at school. The subject changed eventually as Claire tried to steer the conversation back to the sexual arrangements at the manor.
"So how do you do it?" She probed. "You order the men around with such casual ease and never a word of dissent from any of them."
Arabella gave a sly grin.
"Because I am a good mistress to them. Why? Interested in learning?"
"Yes!" Claire blurted almost too readily. "Yes, yes I am."
Arabella stared deep into her eyes.
"It can be hard and painful," she warned. "You have seen nothing yet, simply – shall we say – the starters before the main course."
"My god!" Claire breathed. "You mean there is more?"
Arabella giggled.
"Much more," she paused for effect. "But pain and discipline come first as do humiliation and suffering."
"How do you mean?" Claire asked naively.
Arabella sat back, crossed her legs lazily and spoke with ease.
"Bondage, spanking and all manner of punishments to be administered to the men."
Claire sat wide-eyed trying to take-in what she was being told.
"But," Arabella continued. "You have to experience it all yourself first – otherwise how would you know what the men are experiencing and more to the point – what they are suffering."
Claire found herself nodding in agreement.
"Not sure about the kinky bits though, they don't sound very exciting to me."
"Before today, if I had asked you if being raped could be considered fun would you have agreed?"
A moment passed as Claire pondered the question.
"Point taken."
"It's the same with spanking and humiliation. Sounds not too nice at first but as you experience the thrill of command, the powerful pleasures of control and assertive training, the terrific orgasms that come with it all!"
Okay! Okay!" Claire calmed her friend. "I believe you – I'm convinced."
Arabella leaned forward across the table to tenderly hold Claire's hand.
"Such deep pleasures unknown," she breathed sensually. "All waiting to be discovered."
"Teach me," Claire breathed in response. "Teach me, Arabella, please."
"Could you take it I wonder. Would you serve and accept as part of the training all the pain and humiliation required?"
"Yes," Claire said hoarsely.
"I wonder," Arabella questioned softly.
Claire gripped tightly on Arabella's hand.
"I would be, am ready to accept it. I would serve, I would comply. Please Arabella I need it and want it. I have the taste and now I need more."
The lady sat back, a deliberate expression of uncertainty on her face.
"Let me think on it. I'll decide tomorrow."
Deflated, Claire nodded her reluctant acceptance and squeezed her thighs together secretly beneath the table.
The grounds were vast and only the areas immediately surrounding the house did they cover that afternoon and evening. The stable block and servants quarters in a huge annex at the back. The potting sheds and kitchen gardens behind the high walls, the neat and well-maintained gardens to the front and the densely wooded area to the side of the house. Claire warmed more to Arabella as they walked and talked freely. She felt comfortable in her presence, as though the woman was and always had been a close and valued friend.
No area was closed to her and not one of her questions went unanswered, Arabella was the perfect host and mistress of her domain. Claire enjoyed the afternoon tremendously as she did the evening meal. With two naked servants to ogle and a hearty steak to help feed her rising hunger Claire felt warm and relaxed as she pulled on her pyjamas and turned back the sheets.
A knock at the door halted Claire and Arabella entered smiling broadly. She stepped back as two of her male servants walked in and stood facing Claire's bed. Without instruction they bent forward and placed their hands on the bed.
"Try them and choose one – you can't sleep alone here – why, I should never forgive myself for such inhospitable behaviour," Arabella grinned.
She cupped one servants balls in her hand and weighted them lightly.
"Come on!" She urged sternly. "Have a feel and make your choice."
Her pussy gripping in little light flutters, Claire moved behind the bending men and slid her hand beneath the balls of the first one. She gasped at the waves of sensation it produced in her. Arabella gripped Claire's pyjama bottoms and slid them down with not a hint of protest from the girl.
"Feel the other one then," Arabella directed and pulled the top up over Claire's head to leave her stark naked.
This one," Claire's excited voice quavered as she teased at the second man's balls.
"Excellent choice, my dear," Arabella said gleefully. "Now kneel on the bed, Claire."
With heart beating fast and pussy moist, Claire complied. On all fours she positioned herself with back arched and buttocks high. She trembled in delight as the servant moved in between her parted legs and pressed his cock flat against the crease of her buttocks. His big hands gripped her hips and pulled her hard back against him.
Under Arabella's direction the second servant positioned himself on the bed in front of Claire with his long cock level with her head.
"But I've never…" Claire protested weakly.
"What? Sucked cock?" Arabella asked with casual ease. "Nothing to it. Just get it in you mouth for starters and take it from there."
Hesitantly Claire opened her mouth as the huge head of his cock moved inward. She closed her eyes and shivered involuntarily as the first contact was made. It felt as though her mouth would split open as he pushed gently inside her warm cavern.
It was warm, hot even and throbbing in excitement, his cock felt so very big in her mouth yet so wonderful. Claire relaxed and took more of it into her, Arabella' soft coaxing voice eased the passage of the huge member into her mouth and Claire was grateful for her guidance.
He began to move, a slow and gentle fucking of her mouth. The long thick rod sliding back and forth between her soft inviting lips.
So pleasant now did it feel that Claire began sucking and using her tongue, the pounding excitement inside her building rapidly. She gasped and almost came as the man behind shifted his hips to locate the head of his cock at the entrance to her open pussy and then pushed in.
The incredible feel and thrill of two men at once was beyond description. Claire sucked harder and more greedily as the cock moved up inside her pussy to fill her completely. She felt a whore, a loose woman who would have any cock she could and the best part was, that she didn't give a damn. Claire mewed contentedly and pressed back against his hips as the cock began driving hard into her from behind. Wild pulses of sensation and pleasure filled her, her need was urgent and her responses frantic. So enthusiastic was her sucking and fucking that she didn't hear Arabella wish her goodnight and leave the room closing the door quietly behind her.