The heels on the shoes were so high that Claire felt she might fall forward. She had worn heels before but never like this; six-inches roughly they were and even standing in them was near impossible much less walking. The way the shoes forced her to tense her buttocks tightly pleased Claire for it had a corresponding effect on her pussy and the sensations were wonderful. Her legs too were shaped and sculptured by the awkward position of her feet.
A stinging flick with the long cane at the back of her calf prompted her back to the present instantly.
"Head up girl!" Arabella snapped. "Back straight chest out."
Madam was seated, naked except for her long boots and sitting on the lap of one of the servants. Her back to him, his hands had circled her waist to cup her breasts, he sat obediently fondling her firm orbs. His cock was buried deep up inside Arabella's pussy and she moved on him only occasionally with a slight jerk of her hips.
Claire complied, she forced her shoulders back and pushed her breasts out to stretch the thin chain that now connected her two nipple rings.
It had started the moment she had arrived at the manor that Friday evening. She had been ordered to strip-off on the steps outside the front door and walk to barefoot through the house to the small gym. It was there that Arabella had introduced her to the shoes that now Claire struggled to stand upright in.
She stole the occasional sideways glance at Arabella's parted thighs, the way her labia was stretched wide to accept the thick shaft of his cock inside her pussy. She could see the thick underside of hi cock, the main vein prominent in its excitement as it forced her shaven labia apart.
"Keep your bum in I told you," Madam snapped in irritation and lashed her cruelly with the thin cane.
The searing pain burned in her buttocks, an incredibly intense pain that seemed to linger long after the blow had landed on her tender flesh.
Arabella moaned in pleasure, the movement of her body as she had swung the cane caused the cock inside her to touch at the sides of her soft interior. A low and deeply meaningful moan of great pleasure came from her.
"Walk now," She coaxed in a guiding rather than harsh tone.
Before she could even attempt the first step the servant gave a low groan that was followed almost instantly by a gasp from Arabella.
"My servant has just shot his load up inside me," Arabella announced casually.
Claire gasped both at her words and the mental image of his beautiful cock spitting its seed within her body.
"And," Arabella continued. "Without my permission."
Again a bolt of sensation shot through Claire. He would be punished that much was certain and the though of that excited her so very much.
Arabella stood, the thick sperm dripping out of her pussy as she got to her feet. She turned and landed a stinging slap across the servant's face that jarred his head to the side.
"Get out!" She screamed angrily at him. "Out! Get out of my sight!"
The youth ran from the room, cowering as he went in an effort to avoid the lashing cane that stung at his body.
Arabella stood now like a circus trainer, the long cane poised ready to strike should her charge not comply with her wishes.
"Walk!" She commanded.
Difficult, awkward and seemingly impossible at first, that was Claire's reaction. She took a first hesitant step, ungainly and clumsy it may have been but she succeeded. The more steps she took it easier it became and the better it felt, her body erect and proud.
"Chin up," Arabella's harsh voice coaxed and she tapped at Claire's backside with the cane.
For a whole hour she walked, turned and posed in the high-heels and by the end of that time her whole body felt leaner, more poised and elegant. Her soft pale skin was crisscrossed with thin red stripes to bear testament to Madam's harsh coaxing and teaching.
"Enough for today," Arabella called a halt. "Take the shoes home with you after the weekend and practice, at least two hours a day.
"Yes, Madam," Claire responded pleasantly.
"See that you do girl or suffer my wrath."
Being tied was something that Claire was now becoming accustomed to, it seemed to form a great part of Arabella's training of her. To be restricted and helpless was certainly thrilling, the unknown and the inability to be able to defend one's self was exciting in the extreme. It was the first time however that she had been strapped down and found this many times more stimulating.
Claire was naked and laid back on a padded couch that stood about waist height. Her wrists and ankles were firmly strapped with wide leather cuffs that pulled her arms and legs wide apart. Heavily padded pillows beneath her backside forced her hips high to offer her mons and pussy in unhindered openness.
Arabella's deft hands used the thin scissors expertly to snip back Claire's dark thatch of pubic hair until only a rough stubble remained.
It thrilled Claire, not that Arabella had actually touched her sex but the very thought of it, the teasing thrill of the anticipation raised Claire's level of arousal to it's highest state yet. She gasped as the warm shaving foam was brushed thoroughly all around her labia and mons; the bristles of the brush bringing delightful sensations rippling through her. A thousand little needles of caressing and teasing delight rubbing over her aroused sex. Claire drew breath as the sharp razor scraped at her flesh, so close, so dangerous and yet so bloody horny.
Tenderly Arabella worked, taking care to avoid either too hard a pressure or to create soreness with the blade. Once finished, Arabella patted to bare skin dry and dusted it liberally with sweet smelling talcum powder.
"That's better!" Madam announced proudly. "A bald pussy is such a delight both to see and to touch."
Claire shuddered at her words, a surge of nervous thrill shot through her. She gasped as Arabella's soft lips kissed tenderly just above her knee. Up her thigh the soft lips moved, planting a series of the lightest kisses on Claire's trembling flesh as they moved towards their goal.
She cried out and tensed as the next anticipated kiss would land on her labia. Claire groaned her disappointment as the kiss landed on her other thigh just above the knee and began its slow journey back up.
Madam's lips came close, almost touching her swollen and expectant labia before moving back to start once again at her knee.
"Please," Claire murmured in pleasure. "Please.
She gasped loudly, her back arching as the lips now changed to the tip of Arabella's tongue. Lightly, teasingly, it traced a line up toward her open pussy.
"Oh God!" Claire uttered as the soft worm of flesh reached close to her pussy.
She cried out deep delight as the tongue flicked first at one side of her labia then the other. Teasingly it moved to thrill, circling now and threatening even to dip in between.
"Unnnh!" Claire grunted as the warm tongue delved in to taste her soft pink inner lips.
Claire's buttocks clenched tightly, her anus tensed in delight as the sensations of excitement and naughtiness rushed through her entire body. A woman's touch on her, so sensual and caring, so knowing and so very wonderful.
Claire screamed her delight as the soft lips now gripped around her hard bud of a clitoris. Her body shook in tingling little spasms as the pleasure washed over her. She screamed again and came as the soft tongue flicked across the very tip of her clitoris to bring her to her peak.
Without the chance to savour or recover from her racking orgasm, Claire felt two of Arabella's fingers pushing deep up inside her pussy.
"Grip them," Madam ordered. "Grip them with your internal muscles."
She tried but nothing happened.
"But I can't Madam, I don't know how," Claire moaned softly.
"Then we must assist you," Arabella giggled softly and placed the finger of her left hand at the entrance to Claire's anus.
"No!" Claire protested loudly. "Please no! Not in there."
The long slim finger pressed against the tight circle of muscles surrounding Claire's most private of places.
Claire's body tensed, her inner muscles contracting to grip around the length of the fingers inside her. The sensations it produced caused the young woman to groan in delight before she relaxed her grip. Again the finger hovering at her anus pressed in slightly to repeat the process and to again grip her body around the fingers inside her.
Claire screamed loudly as, in one swift move, the long finger forced hard up into her anus. Her pussy muscles clamped tightly around the fingers inside her, she came to a thunderous orgasm that shook her whole body in violent shudders of deep pleasure.
"That's much better," Arabella praised and swiftly extracted her fingers.
Claire lay moaning and fully sated. The burning sensation in her backside mixed with her feelings of deep delight at having experienced the using of her internal muscles. As she lay savouring the feelings she imagined a man's cock up inside her and of repeating the gripping around his shaft.
Arabella stood behind her using her knee to gain the extra purchase required, she buckled the strap and stepped back.
The training harness was of a strong leather construction it pulled her shoulders painfully back and together to force her chest out. Claire bore the pain gratefully as the trailing leash was pulled hard down to the thick belt that circled her hips. Uncomfortably erect, Claire's back arched to ease a little of the strain and she knelt passively whilst Arabella adjusted it further. Her wrists were then strapped tightly together behind her back and anchored to wide hip-belt.
"Stand," Arabella commanded and stood watching as Claire struggled to her feet.
Claire was more used to the high heels now, her feet and body adjusting quickly to the sharp incline of the soles.
Once standing, Madam allowed herself a slow and lengthy feel of Claire's firm breasts, kissing at the warm orbs and tweaking the nipple rings to further excite the girl.
Claire gasped and tensed as Madam twisted the rings cruelly, raw agony shooting through her breasts to feed through to her brain.
"You, bitch," Arabella breathed excitedly. "Are now beginning to look like a woman in authority."
Back and forth Claire paced, adjusting her stride and the roll of her hips under Madam's guidance. Her chin up and head back, her shoulders forced further back still, Claire began to feel the very same in herself. More poised and elegant, a sense of command and control simply by using her body in the correct way. The liberal use of the short cane stinging frequently at her body helped tremendously too.
"Excellent! Excellent!" Madam praised. "You progress well slut."
She took two thin straps, clipped them to the back of the hip-belt and passed them through Claire's legs. With a savage yank the thin straps were pulled harshly upward to squash Claire's labia tightly together. One strap on either side of her swollen lips the pressure was immense, the ends were then secured to the front of the belt.
"Walk!" Arabella ordered.
At the very first step it hit her. The thumping surge of sensation racked Claire' body as her lips rubbed around and against her hard clitoris. The second step was more powerful in the charge it gave her and the third more intense still. Moving masturbation, bringing herself to arousal and rubbing herself off as she walked Claire moaned her delight as the feelings pumped through her. Each move of her thighs brought new and more powerful feelings, Claire felt light-headed and distant, the electric sensations pumping her excitement to an all-time high.
Claire walked, turned and walked again as Madam barked the commands. All the time her body alive and wishing her orgasm to her. Claire moaned as the pre-ripples began to flutter through her, she steeled herself ready for the great surge of climax.
"Stop!" Madam snapped coldly."
The disappointment was all too clear on Claire's face. She was flushed and ready, so desperately in need of the sweet peak of sexual arousal.
Madam strapped a bar from one of Claire's ankles to the other to force her feet apart and to prevent further stimulation of her hard bud.
"Please, Madam," Claire whimpered softly.
Arabella smiled sardonically, her red lips moving so sensually as she gloated her pleasure.
"Patience slut. You are far too eager."
Tiny pear-shaped weights that shimmered their silvery glint in the light were attached to threads and suspended from Claire's nipple rings. The incredible tearing sensations were painful but nice as the full weight pulled and stretched her nipples downward.
Arabella dipped a finger into Claire's pussy momentarily to test her wetness then sucked greedily on her own finger to taste the sweet juices of the young woman.
"Mmmm, you are proving to be a most worthy student," Arabella complimented.
The door of the room opened and two servants entered; the big black youth Claude and the ever- faithful Jason. Together they sandwiched Madam's body between them; Claude at her back with his enormous cock pressing flat between the cheeks of her backside and his hands around her body cupping her breasts. Jason pressed against her stomach before shifting his hips to slip his cock up inside her pussy. As he slowly thrust into his mistress, Jason's mouth sucked at her nipples whilst Claude's black hands kneaded them gently.
Arabella's head rested back on Claude's shoulders, she moaned constantly her pleasure as the two youths attended her needs.
Claire was helpless, bound so securely that she could do nothing to ease the burning need within her. She wanted those cocks inside her own body, to experience hose wonderful warm feelings as they fucked her. She silently cursed Arabella for having the fun and leaving her purely as a spectator. Her pussy tingled and ached, her nipples stretched and sore but aroused none the less, Claire wished, hoped and prayed for her turn to come soon.
She gasped in shocked disbelief as Claude's huge cock began forcing its way up into Arabella's tight little anus. Claire experienced a dull thud low in her vulva, never would she have expected such a move. So wrong yet so thrilling, inwardly she delighted in Arabella's discomfort and pain. A pervert sense of arousal when seeing someone abused so coarsely. Those feelings increased as Madam screamed, Claude's huge cock was buried deep up inside her body and moving in tandem with Jason's.
Arabella went wild, her fingernails clawing frantically at Jason's bare back and buttocks in a fervent drive of high passion. She began grunting aloud, setting the rhythm to coincide with the men's inward thrusts.
"Unnh! Unnh! Unnh!," Arabella cried out in her urgency. She spurred the men on in an increasing pace, her voice raising in pitch with her excitement.
A low gurgle emitted from Madam's throat and then she came, wailing animal-like as the two men battered hard against her slim body. As they withdrew, their sperm dripped copiously from both orifices of her sated body.
Claire was alive with anticipation, urging them to now see to her needs and to end the torturous waiting of her bodily needs.
Both men lifted Madam as if in a chair, they linked arms, her own arms circling their necks and shoulders.
"Now bitch," Madam announced. "You will have several hours alone in which to learn a little patience."
The three of them turned and left the room to Claire's desperate screams of pleading for sexual release.
Still Madam hadn't allowed her to come. Released but with her hands still tied firmly behind her back, Claire crossed her thighs instantly to rub her aching clitoris. Two stinging lashes of the cane stopped her frantic rubbing and she was led outside onto the veranda.
The servant that had previously come up inside Madam without permission was naked and kneeling on the grass. Across his shoulders was a long thick pole that his outstretched arms were bound securely to. As the women approached all of the servants formed two lines as was customary for punishment sessions and stood silently.
Claire eyed the rows of semi-erect cocks longingly, the burning need inside her was now almost unbearable. Those powerful male bodies simply oozing stamina and sexual delight made her body throb its need in powerful surges of dull nagging ache.
Arabella reached the kneeling servant, placed her booted foot into his back and kicked forward to force him down onto his face. She released Claire's hands and handed her the thin cane.
"Punish the worthless shit!" She stated coldly.
A thumping surge of power shot through Claire, it tightened her chest to take her breath. Raising the cane high above her shoulder she brought it down hard onto the man's presented buttocks to draw a grunt of pain from him.
"Harder!" Madam snapped.
Again Claire swung the cane and received a thunderous jolt in her vulva as the cane cracked harshly on the man's backside.
"Still harder!" Madam shrieked excitedly.
Three more lashes Claire laid on him before a wonderful warm wave of deep and satisfying pleasure washed over her. She increased the power of her strokes, lashing excitedly with all the force she could muster and delighting in his screams.
On and on the beating went, her whole body alive and pulsing her high level of excitement. Several gasps of sympathy were heard from the watching men. Claire's head began to swim with misty dullness of sheer pleasure. Her legs felt weak and her body trembled. She lashed at the man twice more then came to a wonderful climax that tore through her entire body.
The cane fell from her hand, her head threw back and her hips jerked forwards in reaction. Her knees buckled and she collapsed panting heavily onto the cool grass.