Claire was totally naked, she wore just her favourite high-heeled boots and bright-red lipstick. She strode confidently into her lounge and halted with her hands on her hips, two length of strong cord clutched in one hand.
"Stand when I enter the room you little shit!" She snapped.
Her husband Robert simply put his newspaper aside and stood up meekly.
"Kneel!" Claire ordered and stepped forward.
The sense of command was total, the pounding excitement accentuated by his hungry looks at her naked body. She moved in close, her right hand with fingers spread, stroked lovingly through his hair. Her fingers gripped and clenched, she twisted her hand cruelly to bring a cry of pain from her groveling husband.
Both his hands clamped over hers in an attempt to ease the tearing pain. Back and to the side his head was pulled arcing his back to a painful angle. Her knee snapped up hard into his chest to knock him backward onto the carpet.
"You are going to fuck me Robert," Claire breathed excitedly then hardened her tone to a menacing hiss. "And it had better be good."
She moved forward, raised her foot and pressed the thin heel of her boot hard down into the side of his thigh.
"Aren't you? She demanded a response.
Robert's hand went instantly to her foot, trying with all his might to ease the penetrating pressure that was digging into his flesh.
"Yes Madam…Mistress," he blurted quickly.
Claire paused a moment before lifting her foot and standing back.
Robert clutched at his thigh with both hands, rubbing the affected area to ease the throbbing pain. He slowly rose to his knees, his head down and gaze downcast.
"Are you hard wimp?"
He shook his head solemnly and answered in a low and pathetic voice.
"No Mistress."
Claire snorted in derision.
"Thought so! your silly little cock is becoming totally useless to me." She sighed heavily to show her displeasure. Once again I must do something to assist you."
Claire walked to the dining room table, swaying her hips and buttocks sensually. She leaned over and spread her long legs, wriggling her backside to taunt him.
"Oh God!" She gasped loudly. "I need at cock! Get me a cock Robert, a nice thick one that can satisfy m as you can't."
A terrific surge shot through her as she heard his little whimper. Her right hand moved down to cup her pussy, the red-painted fingernails teasing at her open slit.
He would be watching; looking between her thighs at her pussy and imagining a cock being pushed up her from behind, the thought thrilled her so very much. Claire's fingers pushed in, two side-by-side to force her labia apart.
"Another cock Robert," she breathed huskily. "I need someone else's cock."
Claire began to move her hips in a crude mimicry of being fucked. Her taut thighs and buttocks jarring in a make-believe rutting motion, her fingers delving deep inside her own body.
"He could fuck me like this Robert," She breathed between little gasps of delight.
Robert's voce cracked as he shouted back at her.
"No! Never!"
Claire laughed aloud.
"Yes Robert! Yes!" She called out as her fingers pumped urgently in and out of her.
He simply mumbled in defeat.
She stopped, stood upright and turned, her fingers slipping out easily over her copious juices.
He was hard, his cock jutting out and pushing his trousers into a tent at the front. Robert's face was flushed and his eyes roamed his wife's body longingly.
She stood silently, teasing him and offering herself so blatantly whilst he virtually dribbled for her touch. Her tone changed to almost matter-of-fact as she stated.
"I had a lovely cock up me earlier today Robert."
He looked up her, his pathetic eyes searching her face hopefully for signs of jest.
"Not sure are you?" She mocked. "I might have been fucked but then you wouldn't know for sure would you."
His cock jerked in response, the material of his trousers shifting to portray his excitement.
Claire noted the movement and lowered her voice sensually, her hand stroke idly at her shaven pussy.
"A nice hard cock Robert," she purred, her red lips moving in a mimicry of oral sex.
He grunted and tensed, a wet stain spread out through his light-grey trousers to announce his climax.
Claire was at him instantly, her eyes blazing and her lips curled back in anger. She slapped hard across the side of his face to knock him sideways back onto the floor. Her booted foot landed a hefty kick into his side then another that crashed hard against his buttocks.
"Bastard!" She screeched furiously. "Bastard! I'll see that you suffer for that."
Seething, Claire stalked from the room to leave him cowering fearfully on the hearth carpet.
Madam treated her differently this Friday. She greeted Claire on the front steps of the house and linked her arm as she guided her through to the breakfast room.
"First we eat and then," Arabella paused. "The fun begins."
Both women wore identical body suits in shimmering black latex that fastened tightly around the collar to leave just their faces and hands showing as flesh. Tight, so very tight and clinging the suits looked fantastic, portraying clearly the shape of their bodies beneath. High-heeled boots and made up faces the two women looked harsh and yet sensual, they settled themselves at the long table and chatted idly.
Two naked servants served the breakfast and stood back attentively but discreetly as the women ate.
Mid-way through their meal Arabella paused and posed the question.
"Would you like some little distraction fellow Mistress?"
Claire was eating and her mouth was full but she nodded her ready agreement. Arabella had used the term 'fellow Mistress' and Claire noted this, a certain pride filling her.
Madam turned to the servants and gave an order.
"One of you, up on the table now and lay back."
The man complied, Paul, the blonde servant that Claire particularly liked, mounted the table and lay back along its length between the two women.
"Wank yourself off then!" Arabella's harsh voice commanded.
Claire almost choked but watched in fascination as he gripped his cock and began coaxing it to arousal. A moment or two passed before his cock began to harden and stand upright. It thrilled Claire to watch him, her eyes flicked rapidly over his thighs and chest, then to his face and quickly back to his cock lest she should miss some mall apart of the action. She watched spellbound as his great fist pumped fast up and down his thick rod.
It was so erotic, to have this gorgeous naked man only inches in front of her and playing with himself so unashamedly.
Her pussy gripped in excitement as the man rubbed harder and faster in growing arousal, his hand almost a blur as he pumped his cock furiously.
Arabella ate on almost disinterestedly with only an occasional glance up at the servant.
He groaned and Claire sighed, she squeezed her thighs together as he approached his climax.
"Ahh!" Claire gasped aloud as he came.
A thick stream of his sperm jetting out high into the air and landing in thick globules on his stomach and chest. She felt a terrific surge pass through her and wished that she could have had the privilege of dong it for him.
Arabella rose from her chair, leaned over and covered the end of his cock with her mouth. Her head bobbed and loud sucking noises were heard as she cleaned the servants cock with her mouth.
Several moments passed before she straightened, licking at her lips in satisfaction. Not a hint of embarrassment or excitement showed on her face, it was as though she had just eaten a cream cake and nothing more.
"Come," she said casually to Claire. "Let's walk in the grounds, I have something to tell you."
Claire stood on the front steps in her suit and boots, her legs set wide in a confident and arrogant stance. In her hand she held a riding crop and on her finger a huge gold ring. 'The symbol of acceptance' Arabella had called it when she had presented it to Claire. She glowed, recalling Madam's words as they had walked in the grounds.
" You Claire," Madam had said. "Have proved to be a most worthy student. Whilst your education is not yet complete you have shown rapid and willing acceptance and compliance. You now hold the title of 'Mistress' the ring will ensure that all servants will obey you without question. Today you have a special task, for this weekend we have two house guests, they will arrive shortly and be completely under your command. See to it Claire," Arabella had emphasised. "That they suffer -most miserably."
Claire glanced again at her watch and slapped the crop hard down on her other palm in impatience. The guests were late, not a good start for them she, she thought. The time on the steps had given the opportunity for her to plan their demise, she would certainly make them suffer and that suffering would certainly be miserable indeed.
At last the black limousine swept up the driveway and pulled to a halt at the foot of the steps. The polished bodywork looking regal and so important, the black-tinted windows hiding the occupants from view.
The chauffeur acted dutifully and opened the back door whilst the two suited men got out. They stood in awe, looking up at Claire from the base of the steps, their greedy eyes roaming her body hungrily.
Claire felt pulsing snags of excitement grabbing deep in her vulva, her nipples were hard and pressing against the tight material of her suit; her clitoris too formed a neat little bump at the mound of her mons.
The chauffeur turned to Claire to offer his apologies for the late arrival.
"Madam, the delay was my fault and not…"
"Silence!" Claire snapped angrily from the steps above the three men. "I will deal with you later, now leave us."
She moved to the retaining rail and looked down, her arm pointed the crop distastefully at the two visitors.
"Remove your shoes and socks," she commanded. "And be quick about it."
Both men hesitated and then complied, to stand barefoot on the hard stones of the graveled driveway.
Claire was aware of the men's frequent glances up at her, between her thighs to where the tight suit pulled into the shape of her pussy. Those leering looks pleased her much and her pussy responded by flowing its juices readily within the tight covering.
"Jackets and shirts now – take them off," she ordered coldly. "And walk around as you strip."
She watched them hobbling gingerly over the hard uneven stones, grunting their discomfort as they stripped to the waist.
One was older, in his early fifties she guessed, the other much younger, a son perhaps. Both men were well dressed and fairly fit with good lean bodies. The younger of the two was extremely good looking but that would pull no favours in softening his punishment.
They stood now like two pathetic little puppies waiting for their Master to command them. At the casual wave of the crop in instruction they loosed their trousers and underpants to drop them to the floor.
Claire laughed aloud, enjoying herself greatly as she inspected the naked men and their cocks.
"Small and inadequate," she chuckled. "Your tiny little cocks that you offer offend me."
Her tone then lowered to a menacing growl.
"And for that, you will both suffer."
In long loping strides Claire moved along the terrace and down the steps, aware of the lusting gazes that followed her every movement. At the bottom step she paused.
"Come here both of you."
They began to move but where halted instantly by the cutting voice of Claire.
"Crawl you worthless shits, crawl on your hands and knees."
Their pain and great discomfort pleased her much as she watched them scrabbling toward her. "Nothing though," she said softly to herself. "Compared with what is in store for you both."
Natalie's heart pounded in her chest, her hands trembled and her body felt alive with pulsing pleasure as she slowly parted her knees.
He sat opposite her on the tube train as it rattled toward Oxford Circus station, his frequent glances at her legs hadn't gone unnoticed by her. The man's eyes widened in delighted surprise as his gaze fixed beneath her skirt. His face flushed excitedly and he shifted in his seat, his big hands held the folded newspaper firmly across his lap.
Natalie received a terrific jolt in her pussy as she displayed herself for him. So secretive and naughty, the few other passengers further down the carriage blissfully unaware of her flashing. He would be able to see her inner thighs, the creamy white flesh above her socking tops and the tight white triangle of her panties. The thumping sensations in her body simply got stronger and more delightful. She slid forward slightly, opening her knees further as her confidence and excitement grew. She looked at him with wide moon-like eyes and smiled knowingly, parting her lips sensually. Natalie's fingers toyed idly at the buttons of her blouse, slipping one open to show the very beginning of her tight cleavage.
She slowly closed her knees, watching his expression change to one of disappointment before parting them wide again. Slowly back and forth she moved her knees teasing him with alternating glimpses of her hidden secrets. Natalie delighted in his obvious excitement, he was perspiring, his face red and stare fixed.
She stood slowly, towering over him and adjusting her skirt casually. As Natalie moved toward the doors she turned and winked before stepping out onto the platform and walking away. Once in the exit tunnel, she stopped, leaned back again the wall and sighed heavily.
She was excited, her whole body crying out with the aching need and the sheer thrill of showing herself. It had been so good and so powerful, horny and simply wonderfully exciting. The pulling sensations deep in her vulva cried out for more, her nipples throbbed in agreement and her hard clitoris ached a dull nagging to further her need. She straightened herself, pushed out her chest and arched her back, Natalie undid another button on her blouse before walking happily towards the exit and the main street above.
She bathed in the many admiring glances as she made her way through the crowds. Natalie stopped often at some of the many small stalls that lined the main streets; leaning forward more than necessary to give the stall holders ample glimpses of her cleavage. It maintained her high, the pumping need and thrill of the show. Her blouse was open down to the join of her bra, her breasts were swelled by the restricting bra to offer her firm orbs in a tight and firm cleft of temptation. Her pussy literally throbbed its delight at the sensations that were pumping through her.
Natalie lingered on stairways; close to the edge to afford unhindered sight up her skirt to the many interested men that passed beneath. She squatted and bent over often; all in seeming innocent actions of looking at goods on sale but each movement sexually loaded. She posed and moved to excite and delight, positioning herself so as to give the best sights of her body. For hours she moved along the various streets and locations, savouring the feelings and arousal of her secretive offerings.
At last she could hold-out no longer, it was in the toilet of a small cafй that she bolted the door and was at last alone. Her hand slipped urgently down inside her panties to cup her mons and pussy. She pressed and rubbed on her excited bud and came almost instantly to orgasm.
It was to the back of the house that Claire had herded the two men, lashing out with the crop often to guide them in the desired direction. They now knelt on the hard cobblestones of the back yard, their hands tied firmly behind their backs.
Claire stood before the elder man, her mons only an inch or so away from his face.
"Can you imagine my pussy beneath the suit?" She asked huskily.
"Oh Yes," the man answered longingly.
She struck swiftly, cutting the crop hard down across the shoulder of the younger man.
"Your friend here will suffer each time you fail to use my title," she stated casually and then snapped harshly. "Madam! You will call me Madam!"
"Yes Madam, sorry Madam."
She moved close to press her latex covered mons against his face.
"Would like to have me?" She asked in a teasing little voice. "To fuck me and to get your silly little cock up inside me?"
"Yes," he muttered in excited response.
She directed her speech to the younger man and tapped at his arm with the crop.
"And you? Would you like to fuck me, perhaps from behind?"
His face broke a huge smile.
"Yes please Madam!"
Claire paused as though considering the possibility. She leaned down close to their faces and used an even tone of voice.
"Well," she teased. "You can't"
Claire laughed loudly, enjoying the crestfallen expressions on their faces and the twitching spasms of expectation in their cocks. She mocked the helpless men in their dejection and flaunted her slim body for their pitiful pleading gazes.
"Now. To begin the proceedings of your weekend at the manor we will have some exercise. You will both run around the full outside of the main house and buildings." Claire paused. "To meet with me back on the front steps of the main house. The first one of you arrive will receive ten less lashes than the second of you."
She paused again.
"Well? Off you go!" She snapped impatiently.
Both men struggled to their feet, both shouldering each other aside in their haste as they ran fast towards and around the potting sheds.
Claire was aware of someone moving up behind her, she moaned in delight as Arabella's hand cupped her buttocks from the back.
"You are progressing well with our guests young Mistress, don't however be too easy on them will you now."
"The weekend is yet young," Claire giggled back.
"Would the new Mistress care to share Madam's bed tonight?" Arabella's silky soft voice purred.
Claire closed her eyes to savour the caressing fingers on her body and murmured.
"It would be my pleasure Madam."
The waiter had the advantage and Natalie helped him to gain it as she hunched her shoulders. He placed the coffee down on the table and lingered looking straight down her open blouse. She sat at the pavement table outside the small cafй basking in the sun and the admiring glances. Again and again he had returned to her table to clear, wipe it over and to wipe it again, his obvious interest pleased Natalie greatly.
The rubbing of herself in the toilets earlier had helped ease the ache but it hadn't satisfied her; only one thing could do that, a man's warm and hard cock. She needed that now so desperately, the morning's teasing had maintained her wonderful high level of arousal but had not allowed it to subside.
She smiled up him, a knowing and encouraging smile. Words were unnecessary between them as he returned her gaze and smiled back. She rose to her feet, standing close to him, her chest pushed out invitingly.
"Are the toilets free do you know?" she asked sexily.
He led off, almost running in his urgency to lead her through the back of the cafй and into the corridor beyond. Natalie was almost dragged into the small cubicle as he pulled excitedly on her wrist. Once the door closed she was shoved roughly face against the door, one of his hands groping coarsely at her breasts the other lifting the back of her skirt. For several minutes he fondled and groped, his hands running over her firm buttocks and little panties.
Natalie gasped as her panties were pulled roughly down to her ankles and she stepped out of them, instinctively shifting her legs apart. The pumping excitement bringing her closer to her peak. She prepared to receive the strangers cock gratefully up inside her.
He was against her in an instant, his hard cock pressing into the cleft of her buttocks, one strong hand clamping on the back of her neck to press her face to the door. She was trapped, squashed hard between the door and his excited body. It happened suddenly, he simply grunted once and shot his sperm up over the top of her buttocks and clothing.
Natalie was livid in her disappointment, she turned in fury and brought her knee sharply into his groin. He fell back onto the seat with both hand clamped between his legs to ease the excruciating pain.
Her pussy had been ready to be sated, her mind too had welcomed the promised sex and now it was for nothing. The anger within her tuned her senses, adding to her level of arousal, she breathed deeply several times to maintain control. She gripped the man's hair roughly and pulled his head up to look at her. Natalie was amazing calm in her actions, she leaned back against the door, parted her legs and lifted her skirt.
"Lick me you bastard," she hissed. "Lick me."
Claire stood waiting on the lawn in front of the house, a naked male servant by her side and her hand caressing his buttocks.
It was the younger of the two visitors that arrived first, panting, his face eagerly seeking acknowledgement he halted in front of Claire.
"I lied," she giggled. "You now get ten extra lashes."
He was deflated, his devastation and his exhaustion combined to lower his spirits admirably. They waited until the second and older visitor finally came along struggling hard to complete the course.
"Right!" Claire announced loudly. "Now a picnic for you my little teddy bears – off to the woods we go!"
With liberal use of the crop on their naked bodies Claire herded them across the wide expanse of grass and into the wooded area. At a point about two hundred yards into the wood she halted them and turned to the servant.
"Tie them as instructed," she told him.
The servant busied himself, selecting the necessary ropes from the small holdall that he carried. Both men were each tied to a tree either side of the small path and facing one another. With their backs against the trees, their arms were pulled harshly backward and securely bound; likewise their ankles were firmly roped to the trees. Claire watched intently as the servant looped a thin cord and attached a small weight then slipped it over the head of the younger man's cock. The resulting downward pull of the weight on his cock made an erection a fearful prospect indeed. The older man was treated to the same and grunted as the weight was released to hang free.
Claire moved close, positioning herself to the side of the older man. She smiled sweetly at him as she raised the crop high above her shoulder.
"Sing loud my sweet for there is only the trees to hear your pain."
She cut down harshly with the crop to land a stinging blow to the top of his thigh.
He screamed, a pained wailing that portrayed his intense agony. Again she struck, the crop slicing through the air to sting savagely on his other thigh. Eight lashes in all she laid on him, on his legs, stomach and chest before she paused.
The pounding excitement she felt flooded through her, his muttering and suffering adding to her now high state of arousal. She moved to stand close by the younger man and raised the crop.
"No!" He wailed fearfully. "Release me – I want to leave!"
Claire paused and looked a him questioningly.
"Leave? Did you say leave?"
She laughed aloud and then lashed savagely at his shins. Claire continued to laugh as she beat his thighs and lower belly, his chest and shoulder with sixteen hard and brutal lashes. She at last halted, her chest rising and falling with her excited breathing. Claire leaned close to his face, her expression stern and threatening.
"You came here for the weekend and you will stay for every last minute of that time. Your disobedience will only add to the suffering that I will inflict upon you during that time."
The man groaned mournfully through clenched teeth as he fought to cope with the searing pain in his body.
Claire moved back, discarded the crop and stood with legs set apart. Her hands went to the zipper of her tight outfit and slid it down past her breasts almost to her mons.
"Help me out of this," she called to the servant.
It was a struggle, the tight suit and her body moisture had created a tight vacuum that resisted efforts to remove it. Slowly and with the servants help her glistening nude body began to appear. Claire was wet, her whole body coated in a heavy covering of perspiration that gleamed in the bright daylight. She stood proud and naked with just her long boots remaining on her slim body.
With a wave of her hand she beckoned the man servant around to her front.
"Lick my breasts," she instructed casually.
Claire stood erect as the hunky servant ran his tongue over her soft orbs, lapping eagerly at the moisture on her skin. Down between her breasts, her nipples and rings and onto her lower stomach his searching tongue moved. Many minutes passed before she called a halt, dropped her body to squat and gripped the servants cock. Her mouth cover the end and she feed the whole length of it deep into her throat. A surge shot through her as she heard the older visitor gasp in envious wonder at her actions.
For several minutes she sucked and licked the great cock, tickling at his firm ball – sac with one delicate hand. Her head bobbed in slow and sensual movements with her lips gripped tightly around its girth. A length she withdrew, stood upright and addressed the two visitors.
"You could have experienced the feel of my mouth on your cocks you stupid little men but you have displeased me. If your performance improves tomorrow I might – just might – allow you to touch me."
Claire knelt on all fours, side-on to the two watching visitors to give them a clear view of her.
"Fuck me," she ordered the servant.
Claire gasped as his great hands gripped her hips and the big bulbous head of his cock located at the entrance to her pussy. She cried out as he pushed fully home up inside her and began a frantic thrusting with his hips. Her whole body shook as the man pounded hard into her, her whole strength pinioning her and crashing against her.
The thrill of the situation heightened Claire's pleasure. The two watching men were spellbound in envy, wishing that it could them having her in the servants place. Their cocks began to stiffen, pulling painfully against the weighted cords attached to them. The men's face screwed up in a grimace of tortured agony yet they continued to what Claire in her pleasure.
She moaned and grunted as she was so violently fucked, it was not only for her benefit but for both of the visitors also. Claire cried out as she felt the servant begin to tense, his pace quickened and he grunted loudly. She screamed as he came, his hot sperm washing her insides in excited little jerks. Claire came to orgasm instantly, her mouth open and her head nodding acceptance of the wonderful sensations. She slumped forwards murmuring her pleasure to the leaf-coated ground.
Several minutes passed in silence as she bathed in the after ripples of her climax before she at last roused herself and stood up.
"Mmmm, that was so good," she breathed sexily. "Tonight I will be sharing Madam's bed and our bodies will enjoy all manner of delightful sex together. Think of us won't you, think of us in pleasure as you stand here."
It took a few seconds for her words to register in their brains.
"I will," Claire said easily. "Send someone to release you – but not until morning."
She walked away toward the house laughing loudly with the desperate pleading shouts of the two visitors becoming more distant by the moment.