Crestfallen, hurt and deeply disappointed was how Claire felt. She had even worn the suit into the lane as she awaited the car to collect her, albeit her body covered was with an overcoat. She had so wanted to please Madam, to show herself to her in the tight covering that she had come to love, and Madam had spurned her. Cold and hurtfully Madam had told her to 'get that thing off instantly' and those scathing words Claire recounted now in her discomfort.
She was naked and standing, bent over at the waist with her wrists tied securely to her ankles and her forehead touching her knees. An uncomfortable position that she had been left alone in for over an hour now; but Madam would have known that when she tied her there. The high-heeled shoes that she wore made even the slightest of movement a most dangerous prospect as she struggled to maintain her balance.
Claire started in surprise as the door suddenly flung open and crashed back hard and noisily against the wall. Madam strode in her spike-heeled boots striking noisily and menacingly on the wooden floorboards.
"Well bitch," Madam said loudly. "Have you had time now to experience coping with a little disappointment and humility?"
"Yes, Madam," Claire grunted, speaking was a most difficult operation in her discomfort.
Madam grunted her disbelief.
"We shall see," her knowing voice stated loudly in the small room.
Claire gasped and held her balance as Madam's finger stroked down over her buttocks and pressed against her puffy labia. The long finger pushed in exploring deep up inside her wet pussy. Claire could hear Madam giving little sighs of deep satisfaction as she fingered her. The thumb worked on her clitoris, rubbing and exciting the bud to full hardness. Claire moaned in pleasure and wished that she was free to arch her body to accept the wonderful feelings.
For several minutes the fondling continued, every part of her inside was explored thoroughly before the fingers withdrew. At terrific bolt of sensation shot through Claire as she heard Madam sucking and licking her pussy juices from her own fingers.
Claire almost lost balance as the thin cane cut harshly across her buttocks. A stinging and most cruel cut that burned deep into her body. A second and then a third, each moving down toward her exposed labia.
A muffled scream came from the girl as the cane struck across her pussy lips, the Agonising pain searing through and up into her pussy itself. A second stinging lash bit at her tender lips and then stopped. Claire tensed as the flicking tongue slid up and down the length of her labia, the tip resting between the swollen lips. Madam was kneeling behind her, that much Claire could see between her knees. The tongue drove in, wriggling delightfully to search her exposed interior. On and on the licking went bringing wonderful sensations heightened by her inability to be able to move.
Claire was close now, fear filled her as she though of falling in her high state of arousal, the coming orgasm would surely topple her. Electric spears of sensations raced through her when the tongue slid out and moved down to her hard bud. She screamed a muffled cry as Madam's teeth gently gripped her erect clitoris. Her body began to tremble with the first flutters of approaching orgasm and then Madam withdrew.
"Another hour for you to contemplate your humiliation is in order I think," Madam screeched delightedly.
"No! Please Madam No!" Claire pleaded from her bent over prison. "I'm almost there!"
Madam simply chuckled in response., she leaned down close to Claire's head, her voice low and taunting.
"Then that makes it all the better for you then slut. I'm going now to have Jason's lovely big cock up inside me, do enjoy the thought whilst you are alone won't you."
Madam stood, turned and walked out of the room.
Hatred filled Claire's heart and mind, the bitch was leaving her hovering after bringing her so very close. A ripple of sensation ran through Claire's body and then she began to laugh. Bitch, she thought, you wonderful, wonderful bitch.
It was two of the servants that had come for her, they had untied Claire and carried her between them ensuring to keep her legs apart. That action itself, the denial of being able to close her legs and squeeze her aching clitoris seemed wonderfully perverse. Their powerful young bodies pressing against her sides and their strong hands holding her were adding to her desperate need but once again, Madam would have been fully aware of that – the bitch.
Out of the front door they carried her and down the stone steps. In one smooth action they lifted her over the back of the horse and dropped her carefully down on the hard leather saddle.
The girl cried out at the contact, her thighs stretched wide apart by the enormous girth of the horse's body. Both Claire's hands clutched the horn of the saddle as she pressed her pussy hard against the firm leather horn. Shifting her hips and sighing loudly Claire ground herself against the saddle to gain the blissful sensations it produced for her.
Madam sat astride a big stallion nearby, watching the girl's great relief.
"Worth the wait?" Madam smiled.
Claire could only sigh in response, she looked across at Madam, her eyes conveying all that was necessary to say.
At Madam's command the horse moved off, the servants led Claire's horse whilst Madam followed unaided. The great lurch and sense of power in the beast had an astounding effect on Claire. Her hips jerked sharply to crush her clitoris hard against the saddle and to jar her buttocks. With each step the horse took the effects became greater and sweeter, more intense and so very wonderfully welcome.
Claire's head hung down, chin on her chest as she took-in the pounding sensations on her clitoris. Her hands now gripped the reins, her knuckles bled white in the power of her grip. Faster the feelings came to her, the rocking movement of her body on the horse as they moved across the lawns was hypnotic; pumping her headlong towards a tremendous orgasm. Back and forth she was jolted in the saddle, her open pussy lips pressing hard down on the brown leather. More powerfully and more frequently the spasms shook her body, building rapidly in a thumping crescendo of sheer bliss.
Claire's head threw back, her mouth opened and she screamed to the open air of the grounds as she came. A gurgling and then a sigh, her body locked rigid and she screamed aloud again as the orgasm tore through her. The girl slumped forward onto the neck of the horse and then slid around and down to the ground.
Her mind was a blur, a misty haze of detachment in the racking after tremours of the power of her climax. Rough hands gasped her, Claire was hoisted to her feet and pressed face against the flanks of the horse. Her wrists were twisted cruelly behind her back and the head of a cock nudged between her firm buttocks. She cried out as the huge cock pressed against the tight little entrance of her anus. The smell and feel of the horse close and against her face and body furthered her detached feeling.
Pain, such as she had never before known burned cruelly in her backside as the tight little ring of muscles was forced apart and the great head of his cock pushed inside. Claire screamed, a pitiful and pained wailing as the cock pushed up inside her anus. The horse stood firm, hard and muscular, she was trapped, pressed against the beast with another defiling her most private of places. She began sobbing in deep humiliation as he began a frantic thrusting up inside her.
On and on the burning agony continued, raw pain and little excitement was all that Claire could sense. Harder and more brutally he rammed into her slight body, she could hear Madam's laughter as she watched Claire's deep shame.
He came, a powerful wash of sperm jetting deep up inside her rectum, Claire fought the nice sensations, denying to herself that this could be at all pleasant She gasped loudly in relief as he withdrew, the sore and stretched muscles of her backside stinging painfully long after his extraction. Her hair was grasped by a firm hand, her head swung around so roughly that she lost balance and fell to her knees. Different hands now of the other servant held her wrists and pushed her forwards to press her face down onto the cooling grass. Claire simply sobbed her misery as his cock too then forced it's way up inside her tender anus.
"Ride her!" Madam screeched in delight, her voice high and excited.
Claire's whole body shook with each forceful thrust of the servants hips. Her crashed hard against her, driving his thick rod painfully into her. Several horrible moments passed and then a warm and comforting wash came over Claire. Her mind imagined his thick cock pumping in and out of her secret place. The way her little body had stretched accommodate its great girth and the sheer brutality with which be was abusing her. Her clitoris jolted, she found herself grunting in time with his pumping hips.
"The bitch is coming!" Arabella squealed. "The little slut is coming!"
Those words, the deep humiliation and the forced rape of her backside all combined to bring her off. Claire felt one great surge of sensation and then she came, her body shuddering in wild spasm as the feelings tore at her insides. A second wash of sperm inside her body drew even sweeter sensations and the servant's excited grunting simply added to her pleasure.
Finished with, Claire was shoved roughly to the grass to lay discarded and used to murmur and shiver before the watching audience. Like a rag doll thrown aside by a child that had now lost interest in her, Claire was left alone as she lay, bruised and sore but satisfied.
The burning soreness remained but Claire felt strangely complete in a way now that her last orifice had been violated by a man. It was although nothing else could shock her and there was nowhere else on her body that a cock could be inserted for the first time. Reflecting back on it, the session on the horse, the awful agony of the long wait and then her brutal rape were so very exciting and horny. Not rape in the true sense of the word of course but certainly against her will – at first anyway. That rough and unexpected taking of her had simply heightened the experience better still than the first time the servant raped her. Claire felt now that she was learning but more than that she was beginning to understand herself better and her growing sexual needs and desires. Madam had introduced her to humiliation and pain, sexual practices that previously Claire would have considered utterly revolting and unspeakable; but now – it was all so very different.
She walked with pride, her head up and shoulders back in the 'corrective posture session' as Madam called it.
"Clench those buttocks!" Madam urged and flicked the long training whip to bite harshly across her buttocks.
Claire winced as the very tip of the thin whip curled around her outer thigh to sting cruelly at her soft flesh. Taut and tensed she walked naked, her buttock muscles now firmed and shaped with the constant training.
"During the week," Madam called to her as Claire walked in a circle around her. "You will insert objects into your pussy, to hold them and to train those juicy little internal muscles of your into vice-like clamps of pure delight."
Two more sting flicks of the whip urged Claire to answer, she was deep in thought, imagining gripping around a long thick cock that was buried up inside her.
"Yes, Madam," Claire responded loudly as she walked.
For more than an hour she had been walking, posing and bending. Each move now more sensual and confident as the training had begun to take effect. Facial expressions, a turn of the head, the use of the eyes to lure and to stun; nothing was missed in these sessions.
"Halt now," Arabella commanded. "We will take a fifteen minute break and then do something about getting your awful make-up straightened out."
"Yes, Madam," Claire said slightly hurt at the remark for she had gone to much trouble to look good for Madam.
The whip stung her body, flicking agonisingly across her breasts.
"Tone, girl – tone!" Arabella barked. "Never use such a tone. Positive in thought and positive in action, men will expect it of you!"
"Yes Madam!" Claire responded loudly and forcefully. She felt her pussy moisten as the numbing pain seeped through her breasts and tingled in her ringed nipples.
To her surprise it was a male servant that was to apply the makeup. Claire sat on the velvety padded stool before the dressing table in her room, Madam as always, was standing close by. The naked servant busied himself preparing the items, Claire moved her gaze over his tight buttocks and his dangling cock whenever the opportunity presented itself. She sat naked and aroused, shivering in delight as he leaned over her to work on her eyeliner. His odour and his closeness; the occasional brush of his naked skin against her shoulder or leg sent thrilling shards of pleasure running through her.
Claire found herself rubbing her knee against his leg, transmitting her arousal and need, delighting in the way his thick cock stirred and began to harden. Her body pulsed as his cock rose, excited and twitching it grew to full erection. She gasped as the big head touched lightly against the side of her breast, his hands now applying eye shadow to her closed lids.
The situation and the need overcame her, Claire grasped his cock and dipped her head, taking his thick girth greedily into her mouth. She sat whilst he stood, sucking and mewing her pleasure as Madam looked on.
Her other hand roamed his strong muscular thigh and teased at his balls, her need so great now her lips worked in tandem with her tongue to devour the throbbing cock. Claire's head dipped and then withdrew, pumping steadily in a bobbing motion of sheer and urgent need.
It hit suddenly, a forceful spurt of his thick seed jetting to the back of her throat. Claire gagged at the sudden rush of liquid but swallowed hungrily, the surplus sperm oozing out from between her lips and his cock. Her tongue worked to clean his juices, lapping lovingly at the wet warm prize and curling around and under the big head. Her other hand smeared the thick globules that had dribbled down onto her breasts; massaging it into her skin like a lotion.
"You are learning bitch!" Madam complimented. "Men are to be used as and when you feel the need, I am pleased with your continuing progress."
Claire sat back delighted, not only with her accomplishment but more so with Madam's praise.
"There is however," Madam's stern voice announced loudly. "A matter of courtesy which you have not obeyed. When I am present you must ask – and you did not."
"But Madam…"
"Silence!" Arabella snapped. "Stand and turn, seat yourself against the dressing table facing me."
Feeling dejected Claire complied, resting her buttocks on the very edge of the dressing table and supporting herself with her hands to the sides. With her legs spread wide, her mons was pushed out and presented open, a flutter of excitement ran through the girl.
Madam knelt close and between her thighs, she held out her hand casually to receive the stick from the servant. Ultra thin and only about a foot long the stick was rigid and unbending in its length.
A blast of colour flashed in Claire's brain, her whole body seemed to be hit with a powerful electric shock. She drew breath at the intensity of the feelings as Madam struck with the stick. Arabella had held the stick upright and inline with the slit of Claire's labia; a sudden and hard tap with the hard stick had struck harshly on the girl's hard clitoris.
Again and then again the stick hit home, tapping like a drumstick in a steady and delightful rhythm. Claire's body tensed, the sensational were simply too wonderful to describe. It took only ten more taps to bring Claire off, her whole body shaking violently with the intensity of the orgasm. She slumped and then slid down to the floor murmuring her gratitude to her instructress.
Natalie was alone and naked, the burning need in her pussy had been eating away in her since the wonderful events with Claire. She had tried rubbing herself and inserting her own fingers into her pussy but to little effect, it had simply served to make the gnawing ache worse. She wanted again those powerful orgasms; the thrill and naughtiness of being with another woman and of experiencing the horny way Claire had seemed to control her. She felt secure and warm in Claire's company and so very excited under her control.
She straddled the arm of the settee, her hands resting on and gripping the high back; she groaned at the feel of the rough material on her open pussy. Natalie began to jerk her hips, the coarse covering of the wide arm rubbing her clitoris and soft inner lips delightfully. She moaned aloud at the relief it brought to her.
Faster she moved her body and hips, riding the arm like a horse and building steadily to a full gallop. Her hands gripped hard on the back, her knees gripped around the sides of the arm as she rode headlong forward in her pleasure. Frantically she rode the arm, forcing hard to bring more pressure onto her private parts, her whole body bucking in a terrific crescendo of rising pleasure.
"Claire!" She cried aloud at the height of her pleasure. "Mistress," her excited voice cried again as she ground her pussy hard down on the firm arm.
It was a rapid and fervent jolting of her slim body now as she rubbed herself toward orgasm. The feelings so strong, the sensations so wonderful and the visions of Claire so nice. Natalie screamed as she came, her head nodding in acceptance as the surges of pleasure washed through and over her. Her mouth was open and gaping in a silent pleading for the final surge. Her body locked, her head threw back and she shuddered with the force of the sensations. Natalie slumped forward sated, her panting body coated in a fine film of perspiration, her eyes closed and ripples of after-pleasure twitching at her body.
"Mistress," she mumbled softly. "My wonderful Mistress."
The list was long indeed, an excited flutter shot through Claire's body to grip deep in her vulva at the very thought. Madam had compiled the list, ornate handwriting on stiff and very expensive paper in perfect keeping with Arabella's status.
The objects Claire should practice with throughout that coming week, to insert into her pussy and to begin to train her internal muscles. Twice already Claire had read the list and now she read it again – it excited her to do so. The instructions were clear and precise as always. 'Not before twelve-thirty on Monday morning was she to begin.' Claire smiled at Madam's knowing ways, the bitch was making her wait again and she knew she would obey Madam's instructions.
A pencil, a hairbrush handle, carrot, banana and a cucumber; they were just the beginning of the list and Claire read on. A broom handle, a candle and many other objects all to be found around the home but best of all was the last item on the list, 'The contents of the parcel'. Gift-wrapped and tied with a bow of gold ribbon the gift sat on the bed teasing with Claire's impatience to open it. All other items had to be tried first and in order of the list, the parcel only then could be opened and the contents used.
Claire looked again at the clock on her bedside table, eleven-twenty, over an hour to wait and the need to experiment was growing. A momentary thought of starting early and of defying Arabella was pushed aside, Claire sat on her hands so as to help resist the urge to touch herself. She smiled and thought of Madam, the rotten bitch knew all and would be reveling in her forced wait.
She started sharply, brought instantly back to the present by the shrill ring of the phone.
"Claire, I need you," Natalie's thick voice said as Claire answered.
"Not now, Natalie I'm a little busy at present."
"I don't think you understand, what we did the other day – I need it again and soon."
Claire couldn't contain a smile and the throbbing in her pussy had been made worse still by the thought of her friend in such desperate sexual need.
"Later."
"But when later?"
Claire felt a tinge of irritation, she wanted so desperately to try Madam's list of items. Not that Natalie was preventing her but it felt good to blame her friend for the nagging ache in her vulva.
"Er…this afternoon…about four."
"Not before?" Came the urgent plea.
"Patience bitch, patience."
Claire felt a thrill much as she imagined Arabella would be getting by making her subject wait. The control and manipulation of other sexually in need people felt so very good.
"Four-thirty now for your insistence slut."
A slight pause and then.
"Okay Claire, four-thirty it is then."
"Mistress," Claire reminded lightly.
Natalie's voice lowered.
"Mistress."
"Oh and slut. You will come to me naked with only an overcoat to cover you."
"What! Drive you your place naked! It's hot sunshine outside and…well, I might be seen."
Claire chuckled at the thought of her friend, driving with one hand as the other gripped her coat tightly across her neck to cover herself.
"Do it slut," Claire said firmly.
There followed a short silence and then.
"Yes Mistress."
The line went dead and Claire sat back laughing. She looked again at the clock and only a few minutes had passed. She lay back and sighed deeply, imagining the servants thick cocks and all that had happened at the manor. The throbbing ache in her pussy was becoming unbearable, she wished now that she had asked Natalie to come over straight away.
Her fingers toyed with the pencil, there was still half an hour to go and her pussy was moist in anticipation. Claire slipped it through one of her nipple rings and turned it clockwise. The sharp pain that shot through her was wonderful, she twisted the pencil again to savour the teasing sensation that it produced for her.
Absently her other hand strayed down over her stomach and had almost reached and cupped her mons before she checked herself and sat up.
"Damn you Arabella!" Claire said aloud. "Damn you, damn you!"
Claire began to giggle, her thoughts turned then to Natalie's coming visit and the lovely sleek body of her friend.
She had slumbered, deep and distant in her thoughts, she came awake with a start and cursed herself. Twelve forty-two the clock read, over ten minutes past the deadline.
Claire immediately raised her knees and parted them, holding the long pencil by the sharpened end and hovering the blunt end at the entrance to her pussy. She pushed it carefully in and relaxed. It was so exciting, a pencil wasn't thick but the act itself, the inserting of an unusual object into her body held a thrill all of its own.
Claire tensed her internal muscles as tightly as she could but to no effect. Again and again she tried and then tried it standing up again with little success, the pencil simply stayed there held in place by Claire's wet pussy juices. The hairbrush handle seemed a better prospect, positioning herself in front of the long wardrobe mirror Claire shifted her legs apart and prepared herself. The handle was cool and rigid as it pushed up inside, she watched its progress carefully in her reflection. Up and up it went until only the bristles were visible projecting from her pussy then Claire tried tensing. It worked in part, she felt a monetary gripping and then her muscles relaxed. Still holding the brush into her Claire tried again using several different methods of coaxing her muscles to respond. More frequently she felt the delightful sensations, her muscles closing around the whole length of the handle inside her.
She rested a moment, took a deep breath and tried again, she could now release her hold on the bristles and delighted in the way her body held the brush firmly if only for fleeting seconds at a time. Gradually as the technique became clear Claire was able to grip and hold for longer and longer periods. The rhythmic pulsing grips were pushing her state of arousal higher by the moment. It was so exciting, fucking herself with her own body and method, the object not even moving to aid her pleasure.
With hands on her hips now, she watched in the mirror as the bristles of the brush jerked slightly in time with her gripping and relaxing she could hold it in her at last! Claire imagined one of the servants up her, of squeezing his cock whilst staring directly into his eyes. Of teasing him, bringing him to the very brink of climax and then stopping to watch his disappointment. During her thoughts the rhythm had increased in pace to a regular jolting of her muscles. The handle served as the medium and she fucked vigorously as she moved closer to her peak.
Claire tensed her whole body, the throbbing sensations now pumping through her unstoppably. One hand moved down to cup her mons, her fingers pressing hard against her erect clitoris. She rubbed and gripped in tandem to send her arousal to the very brink. She hovered there, panting hard in excitement. She opened her eyes, looked at herself in the mirror, blew a sensual kiss at her reflection and came to orgasm.
With one hand extended and placed on the mirror to steady herself, Claire bucked and shook as the orgasm tore through her. She watched her own expression, the way her face contorted in a mask of pained pleasure and sunk slowly down to her knees. Moaning her pleasure she rested there as her slim body shivered in the blissful after shocks of climax.
As the wonderful sensations began to subside, Claire wondered what size the carrots in her vegetable rack were.