Claire had risen early, showered and dressed she stood on the patio looking out once again over the stunning panorama of the estate. Her pussy felt a little sore and her nipples were still tender from the two servant's eager attentions during the night.
In just one day and night Claire had experienced more sex than she had had in nearly a year and far better sex than she had ever had. To have two such good-looking men laying by her side, their hands roaming her freely and taking her as they wished in an alternating system of virtually continuous sex. She felt so desirable and wanted, so sexually alive it almost hurt. Claire stretched lazily and turned back to the house.
She stopped in her tracks, stunned into immovable silence at the sight before her. The tall Arabella stood arrogantly, her feet planted wide and in her hand an evil-looking riding crop. Her black hair had been styled to hug closely to the sides of her head and cheeks, bright red lipstick and heavy mascara gave her a menacing yet sensual appearance. It was her clothing though that increased the sinister look of the tall Madam. A tight leather suit clung to her body like a second skin, pulling harshly across the swell of her breasts and down over the mound of her mons. So tight was the suit that is seemed that Arabella's body had been painted to leave just her face and hands showing as bare flesh.
"Strip," Arabella growled menacingly.
It took a moment for Claire to respond, the shock of seeing Arabella dressed so had thrown her completely in her thoughts. There was confusion, conflict even, in her brain as she pulled her sweatshirt up over her head and slipped down her jeans.
Arabella looked so commanding and confident, so sensual and so bloody attractive. Why? Claire asked herself as she threw her bra aside, should she feel aroused at the sight of another woman?
Her panties discarded, Claire stood naked and unashamed before her tall friend. A ripple of nervousness gripped her, for Arabella's expression remained severe her stare harsh and uncompromising.
Arabella moved, her long slim legs seemingly endless as the tight leather hugged close around them. She circled Claire menacingly, inspecting her closely in an unnerving silence. The crop rested lightly on the top of Claire's right shoulder to sent a shiver of fear running through the girl's body.
"When I give you a command," Arabella said in a low voice close to Claire's ear. "You will obey and you will obey quickly. Do you understand bitch?"
Claire gasped. 'Bitch!' To be insulted so felt so good, demeaning and humiliating but so very exciting.
"Yes," she uttered softly.
Claire yelped as the crop stung her buttock, her hand instinctively clamped over the affected area to soothe and protect.
"Madam!" Arabella hissed venomously. "You will call me Madam!"
Claire swallowed hard. Fear ran through her body yet her clitoris jerked in response to add to the confusion in her mind.
"Yes," Madam."
"Louder!" Arabella screamed. "And keep your hands by your sides."
Instantly Claire moved her hands to stand rigid and motionless.
"Yes, Madam," she almost shouted."
Again Arabella circled her menacingly, her look was one of distaste and displeasure with the girl.
"So. You want to learn do you bitch?"
"Yes," Claire said nervously and screamed as the crop stung harshly at the outside of her thigh.
"Madam!" Arabella screamed angrily. "Madam! You will call me Madam!"
"Sorry! Sorry, Madam," Claire uttered quickly with tears forming in her eyes.
The tone softened to a velvety coaxing but containing a harsh threat..
"I will teach you bitch and you will learn or suffer the consequences you most certainly will."
"Yes, Madam," Claire said quickly and loudly.
She tensed as the tip of the riding crop touched beneath her buttocks and slid gently between her thighs to tease at her labia.
"Was your hungry little pussy well fucked last night bitch?"
"Yes Madam."
The crop pulled rapidly away from her and Claire flinched in anticipation of the blow that she expected to land on her.
"Clive!" Arabella yelled loudly. "Assemble the servant's immediately."
Arabella turned again to face the trembling Claire.
"And whom?" She demanded. "Gave you permission to sleep with my servants?"
Claire looked at her quizzically.
"But you did…Madam!"
"Liar!" Arabella screamed loudly, her face close to Claire's and spittle spraying out in her anger.
The servant's came out onto the terrace and formed a single line facing Claire. All were naked as was usual and black bow ties around their throats.
"This bitch" Arabella announced loudly to the servants. "This worthless slut, has the audacity to call your mistress a liar!"
"No!" Claire protested tearfully. "I didn't mean that!"
Arabella whirled to face her.
"Didn't you?" She asked sarcastically. What then did you mean, slut?"
Claire sobbed, she was confused and shivering in fear. It was all so humiliating and in front of all the men even more so.
"I don't know, can't think," Claire sobbed pitifully. "You're confusing me."
"Punished," Arabella sneered gleefully. "You will be whipped for your insults."
Arabella stepped back and raised the cop high above her shoulder.
"Oh God!" Claire whispered urgently to Arabella. "I need the toilet – badly."
Madam lowered the crop and tapped the tip against Claire's pussy.
"Huh!" Arabella announced loudly to the servants. "The bitch is going to pee herself!"
Claire groaned in deep humiliation, her face bright red, she simply wanted to hide her face but wasn't able. Her hips jerked forward in reaction, a dazzling flash of shock hit in her brain as the pain registered. The searing agony in her buttocks then burned deep into her soft flesh.
"Suffer bitch," Arabella screeched. "Suffer for your wanton ways."
Claire's eyes locked wide and her mouth gaped open as the second lash stung cruelly at her tender backside. Her bladder throbbed its need to deflate, her pussy muscles clamping tightly in an effort to hold back the flow. Her body jerked as the third lash of the crop stung at her and then it happened. A slow trickle at first oozed from her pussy, the hot urine trickling down the inside of her thigh. A fourth lash of the crop bit home and Claire screamed before sobbing in humiliation as the urine spurted forcefully from her. Deflected by her labia, the warm flow sprayed her thighs and legs to puddle between her feet on the grey slabs of the terrace. Claire sobbed in great body jerking heaves, she just wanted to die.
The continuing lashes of the crop seemed unimportant now, numbed and distant even as she hung her head in shame before the watching men. The flow down her legs just simply too humiliating to accept.
It took her by surprise, no warning given by her body, the orgasm shot through her with the force of a tornado. Her body locked, her head threw back and she screamed as she came. Claire's knees buckled and she slumped to the floor panting hard in her pain and pleasure mix.
"So?" Natalie asked excitedly. "Tell me!"
Claire moved around the broad mahogany desk and eased the telephone lead over the blotter, then settled herself in the big leather chair. She held the receiver close to her face and talked with great enthusiasm into the phone.
"Listen, Natalie. It is simply great! Can't say too much at the moment but when your turn comes – you will love it!"
Natalie's pleading voice came back down the line.
"You can't do this to me – we had an agreement! I need to know, the others want to know."
"Patience bitch," Claire said sensually.
There was a stunned silence and then.
"What did you say? What did you call me?"
Claire giggled.
"Only one night here and I've got to grips with the local phrases and terms already."
No reply came.
"Wait and see, Natalie. If I tell you it would ruin the surprise."
A pause followed and then.
"Bitch you really are!" Natalie moaned playfully.
"See!" Claire giggled. "Getting into the swing of it already aren't you? Talk on Monday, bye for now."
Claire hung up and sat back smiling. She had discovered so much about herself in such a short time here. The pain from her beating as she reflected on it had actually been in a way, pleasant. Agonising at the time it certainly had been and a real shock to her but it had been so very horny too. The humiliation that she had suffered had been deliberate, she understood that now. Unpleasant though it had been at the time, the men here seemed to accept it with a casual ease.
The orgasm that she had experienced during her thrashing, well that was the stunning part. Orgasm from pain and humiliation, Claire would never have thought it possible. So powerful and racking made all the more intense by having an audience to witness her ultimate and usually private pleasure.
No doubt about it she thought, her levels of acceptance were changing – and for the better.
The marks on her buttocks still were sore but she bore them with pride now. She considered them the price of learning and looked forward very much to the day she would herself graduate.
A thick rope pulled her knees in tightly together to make even standing a difficult operation much less walking. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her back and the elbows pulled painfully in together and tied equally as securely. The thick collar around her neck rubbed uncomfortably against her soft throat as Arabella pulled hard on the long leash attached to it.
"Stop dawdling slut and get a move on," Arabella snapped in irritation.
She swiped cruelly with the thin cane at Claire's outer thigh to bring a low grunt of pain in response.
The rough ground, stones and twigs all bit harshly into the soft soles of Claire's bare feet. The narrow track that led into the woods was dry and sun-baked giving little comfort to the shuffling motion of her legs that Claire was obliged to take. Stumbling and waddling Claire worked her legs hard to try to keep pace with her mistress.
She tripped, sprawling headlong into the thick undergrowth, sharp thorns tearing at her soft flesh. Only the ball-gag in her mouth muffled her cries of despair as she rolled to a sitting position in an effort to stand.
Arabella towered over her, the long boots finishing just above her knees to show her slender thighs to great effect. Tight little panties in soft pliable leather and cut high on her hip made her legs look even longer than they actually were. Her breasts, perfectly symmetrical and supported on what were just platforms rather than a bra were naked and exposed. The long rubbery nipples jutted out temptingly in hardness to portray her rising excitement. Little golden rings hung from each of her firm buds to glint brightly in the sunshine.
"You continue to mock me, don't you slut?"
Claire shook her head rapidly, her eyes wide with fear. The cane sliced through the air to cut hard into the soft thigh of the cowering girl. Twice more she lashed her before grasping her hair roughly and hauling her bodily to her feet.
"Keep up or suffer," Arabella snapped and strode off again pulling on the leash to drag the struggling Claire behind her.
At length they reached a wooden gate, about five feet in height and six feet wide it had three main horizontal bars and was of a heavy construction. Arabella drew Claire to a halt and removed the ball-gag.
"You slut, displease me. Your constant failure to comply, your half-hearted attitude toward your training is unacceptable. Punishment inevitably follows such failure."
"Yes Madam," Claire responded dutifully.
Her knees released Claire was guided up to sit on and astride the top rail of the gate. About five-inches wide the thick top rail slotted between her thighs and proved an uncomfortable seat for the young woman. The leash pulled Claire's head down close onto the rail in front of her and was tied off securely to leave the girl in a 'jockey' position astride the gate. With her buttocks high and her pussy pressing down on the thick wooden spar it was an ungainly and most precarious position.
At the first lash of the cane across her backside Claire realised the reason for the position. Her body jerked to crush and drag her hard clitoris on the rough surface of the beam. The sensations that it produced were electrifying, pain in her backside combined with the sudden jolt of pressure and pleasure from her clitoris made her pussy grip tightly. The second lash whilst harsher than the first increased those terrific sensations.
Claire's little body bucked in reaction at each hard lash of the thin cane, the feelings and pleasure simply increased with each sting as the sweet agony rose in intensity. Her mouth hung open and she fought for breath as the rate of stinging blows increased. Fast and hard they stung at her soft flesh until that warm wash of pre-orgasmic ripples flowed through her. She cried out, tensed her body and came to a shattering orgasm that saw her grinding her clitoris hard down on the wooden gate. She was lost in her own world of deep sexual pleasure as she rubbed herself frantically on the hard wooden spar. Claire slowed and rested, panting hard as the after shocks of pleasure shook her body in little gripping convulsions.
"You learn fast, bitch," Arabella said softly in compliment. "There is hope for you yet."
Madam's hand smoothed over the curve of her reddened buttocks, Claire gave an involuntary shiver as the woman touched her. The thrill of the caressing was tremendous, a gripping in her pussy seemed to urge Arabella's fingers to move toward her pussy. She closed her eyes and steeled herself to receive a female touch on her pussy for the first time ever.
"Little bitch needs to learn patience," Arabella sang and withdrew her hand.
Claire let a great sigh, not of relief but one of deep disappointment.
Natalie almost ran across the wide shopping mall toward their meeting place in the coffee shop. She moved quickly between the rows of table, dodging customers an waitresses alike. The girl reached the table and sat, her eyes wide with interest her breathing hard and laboured.
"Well?" She asked between breaths as she laid her handbag and coat on the seat next to her.
Claire giggled, Natalie's eager interest amused her, the hungry expression on her face most comical.
"Fantastic! Truly fantastic."
"What was – what's it all about? Tell me you mean thing!" Natalie questioned excitedly.
"Sex!"
Natalie stared back, her eyes searching Claire's face for signs of jest – there were none.
"Are you serious?"
"Deadly," came the curt reply.
They paused as the waitress placed two coffees on the table before them and then moved away.
"Sex such as you have never know – could never have even dreamt of. Wild and different, horny as hell."
Natalie still regarded her friend with a little suspicion.
"How so? How different?"
Claire sat back in her seat, lounging confidently.
"Sorry but that part you will have to wait and see for yourself."
"But you can't leave me dangling! That isn't fair! My invitation isn't for well over a month."
"Be all the better when you do go then, won't it?"
Natalie realised that she would get no further on that approach.
"Just a hint then," she pleaded in a little-girly voice.
Claire leaned forward across the table and lowered her voice to a secretive whisper.
"Orgasms, orgasms so plentiful and powerful that will send you to paradise and back."
Natalie swallowed hard, her eyes wide.
"Wow!"
"Pure sex in its rawest form – exciting sex and best of all," she said and paused for effect. "It's all laid on for you at the manor."
"Must admit," Natalie breathed in response. "A little of that certainly wouldn't go amiss. It's okay for you, you're married but me? I have to take what I can get and when."
"Being married doesn't automatically entitle you to regular goodies but the manor sure does. My pussy is still sore to prove it."
"Oh God!" Natalie moaned wistfully.
Again Claire used a low voice, she controlled her own rising excitement as she related the information.
"How does two beefy young studs both going at you all nigh sound?"
"Heavenly," Natalie giggled.
"Both at the same time?"
Natalie's mouth dropped open in surprise.
"Never!"
Claire nodded and smiled. She knew her friend well and could recognise the sexual arousal in her expression and manner. Claire felt that she could almost read Natalie's mind as her friend sat silently absorbing what she had been told.
The tone became lighter as Claire sipped her coffee and then stated.
"I'm going back next weekend – and the one after that and the next and the next…"
Natalie looked at her and then giggled mischievously.
"That good eh?"
Claire nodded and beamed a smile.
"That good!? She restated emphatically.
Robert wasn't amused, he stood up and positioned himself in front of the fireplace as he was prone to do when trying to assert his authority. His hands clasped behind his back, chest out and inflated with self-importance.
"Why the need go again next weekend?" He asked almost disinterestedly.
Claire sighed to display her impatience with him and shifted in her seat to further show her displeasure at his questioning.
"Because it's a training course, I have explained this to you already"
"Huh!" He snorted in derision. "So our weekends now are to be ruined because of this course."
"We never do anything at weekends anyway," Claire countered. "You watch football, go to the squash club and generally laze around doing the least you possibly can."
He stood pensive for a few moments.
"Well I don't think you should go," he said firmly and in the best authoritative tone he could muster.
Claire looked up from the magazine she was idly reading.
"I couldn't give a fuck what you think!"
Robert was stunned, an incredulous look on his face and he flushed in anger.
"What did you say?"
Claire tossed the magazine aside casually and crossed her legs, her stare was direct and challenging.
"You heard me, I don't give a fuck what you think, I'm going and that's all there is to say about it."
"I won't have it!" He retorted angrily.
Claire stood slowly, walked over to her husband and brought her face close to his.
"Like it or lump it because I am going."
He held her stare for several seconds and then backed down.
"Well – if it means that much to you…"
"It does!" Claire stated firmly.
He had no reply, Robert simply turned and walked away. His usual response to confrontation was to avoid it and retire to the kitchen.
Claire was wet, her pussy throbbing it need. The thrill of challenging him, of holding her ground and taking control was so powerful. To be assertive felt good but to control would be better, she simply had to further the thrill. She walked into the kitchen where Robert sat silently brooding at the kitchen table.
"Either you fuck me this week or I'll get someone else to do it for you," she said simply.
Again he looked shocked, his usually demure wife using such coarse language. So out of character for her, he was thrown, unable to cope with the change in her. He simply nodded his head in acceptance.
Claire moved to the table, planted her hands firmly on the surface and leaned close to him. Her tone was threatening and full of menace, designed to assert her control over him.
"Was that a yes to you fucking me or my getting someone to do it for you?" She demanded.
He looked up solemnly, a pained and pathetic look on his face.
"Yes to…doing it with you."
The thrill was pumping in her, her clitoris hard and throbbing.
"Fucking me! Say it!" She demanded.
He hesitated.
"Say it!" She hissed threateningly.
"Fucking you," he said softly.
"Louder!" She snapped angrily. "Louder."
He swallowed and then repeated the words at the top of his voice.
"Fucking you."
She stood upright and turned, as she reached the doorway he called to her.
"Would you? Get someone else to do it if don't?"
She paused for a moment without turning and then stated in a firm tone.
"Try me!"
Claire left the room laughing loudly at her husband's demise.
It hadn't actually been as painful as Claire had expected it to be. She had dreaded it, since last weekend when Arabella had insisted she be pierced Claire had been both curious and a little frightened. She stood now before her long mirror in the bathroom turning the little golden training rings as she had to each day. At first she could hardly bring herself to touch them but now, days later, it actually stimulated her to do so. The initial swelling had reduced and so too had the soreness, now only pleasure came from her piercing.
Nice sensations came from the turning of the rings, sexual feelings of naughtiness and thrill. She had discovered too that pulling on the rings sent electric sensation buzzing through her body as her nipples stretched. She took pleasure too in watching her reflection, the slim fingers with the red-painted nails working so deftly and seemingly naturally to excite her buds.
Claire turned and walked confidently into the bedroom, her naked body erect and her shoulder back to emphasis her breasts.
"Like them?" She asked Robert casually.
He sat naked on the edge of the bed, his eyes roaming her body and then fixing a stare at her nipple rings.
"Why?" He asked in surprise.
"Because I wanted to," she responded sarcastically.
Claire moved around him and sat on the bed near the top, her back resting against the headboard in a half-sitting position. She spread her knees wide and raised them to expose her pussy fully. Claire sat confidently offering her pussy in a base and unabashed fashion.
"Tonight Robert, you will eat me."
He turned to face her, a questioning look on his face.
"You mean…? But I don't do that that…it's, well unhygienic – disgusting."
Claire gripped on nipple ring with each of her hands and teased herself with little tugs.
"I'm waiting Robert," she hissed impatiently. "Perhaps that will get your little cock stirring into life."
Reluctantly he crawled across the bed on all fours to position himself between her thighs. He mumbled softly to himself and dipped his head down. His eyes closed tightly and his tongue peeked out hesitantly from between his lips.
Claire gasped aloud as the contact was made, his soft warm tongue dipping into her pink inner lips. It delighted her to see him shudder in revulsion as he complied with her wishes.
"Up inside she moaned, deep up inside me."
He complied, pushing his wedge of flesh far up inside her open pussy, his body shivering in revulsion.
Claire cried out in pleasure, not so much at his clumsy technique but the way she had him doing her bidding. It thrilled her to see his naked body kneeling before her, his head moving and tongue lapping in an effort to please her. She felt all powerful and commanding, half-sitting with her legs wide and pussy offered whilst he bowed before her. The sensations she experienced defied belief, so intense and thrilling. Claire twisted the nipple rings to bring yet another set of sensations rushing through her.
"My Clit," she moaned in delight. "Do my clit."
He mumbled as his lips closed around the hard bud, he kissed clumsily at her clitoris in a desperate effort to please. At last his tongue came into use, flicking across the very tip of her little bud.
Claire shifted her hips and moaned, her back arching to accept the feelings. She tensed and groaned then came to a mild but pleasant orgasm that made her body shudder in little spasms of delight.
Robert raised his head and body, still kneeling he smiled at Claire expectant of praise for his efforts. His cock was hard, twitching in little jerking movements of excitement.
"Not good, Robert, not good," Claire stated. "You will practice your fumbled attempts nightly until you perfect it."
His hand gripped his cock to squeeze in pulsing little grips as his excitement grew. The shaft and head bloated in anticipation and expectation of pleasures to come.
"Yes!" Claire breathed urgently. "Yes, wank it. I want to see you wank yourself."
Robert looked back at her, at the challenging glare she gave him he relented.
His hand began to move, sliding the foreskin back and forth along his shaft.
Claire groaned as she watched, her nipples tingling as she teased at herself with the rings.
Faster he pumped his hand, his eyes closed and head slunk back. He began moaning his pleasure as the sensations rippled through him.
"My pussy," Claire breathed sexily. "Did it taste good Robert?"
He nodded and groaned, his hips jerking in time with his pumping hand.
"Mmmm," she moaned softly. "I must get someone else to lick for me too."
He came instantly, his sperm shooting forcefully out to splatter over her open pussy and upper thighs. On and on the jerking spurts continued until he gasped loudly and slumped forward onto his hands.
"No excuse now is there Robert?" Claire said. "Your little cock works fine in your own hand and will work equally as well up inside my pussy."
He simply nodded in response.
"Good," she said loudly. I'm glad we agree. Now you may clean your sperm off me – with your tongue."
His head snapped up to give her a look of total revulsion.
"Or," Claire teased raising her eyebrows. "Should I get someone else to do it?"
Without further hesitation Robert dipped his head once more between her thighs, his tongue out and eyes firmly closed.