| Chapter
five
The lights blazed on with no warning. Madelyn
pulled the quilts over her head in an effort to retain her
sleep, but she was instantly awake when she heard the key
in the lock. Claire held the door for one of the serving girls.
She came in and put a tray down on the desk. The familiar
scent of coffee and toast filled the small room.
“Good morning!” Claire was smiling
cheerfully. How could anyone be cheerful at this hour while
wearing a tight leather corset? What was the hour anyway?
“Up and at it! We have lots to do today.
Have a shower and eat some breakfast. You will find your training
uniform in the drawer. I’ll be back to get you in about
30 minutes.” Before Madelyn could say a word, Claire
and the girl were gone. Maddie heard the key turn in the lock
again.
Madelyn pulled herself out of bed, and went
to the bathroom. She had a hot shower and washed her hair.
There was a razor along with the soap, so she shaved her legs
and underarms. She was feeling more like herself when she
finished brushing out her hair and left the bathroom wrapped
in the towel. She looked around for the dress she had on last
night. It was gone, along with her shoes and her underwear.
They must have taken them back to the other room. She poured
her coffee and munched on a piece of toast as she explored
her room. Claire had said her training uniform was in the
drawer. There was only one drawer in the whole room. It was
in the small desk that was currently serving as her breakfast
table. She opened the drawer and found the satin body suit.
It was a lovely deep blue colour, she knew it would highlight
her natural colouring, but it was pretty small. The training
room better be warm, or she was going to freeze! Maddie reassured
herself the other women would probably be wearing the same
thing. Claire had called it a uniform after all.
Madelyn took a good look at the suit. It
was actually quite an ingenious design. More than a corset,
the suit was a series of stiff boned panels held together
by a series of laces that could be adjusted to fit almost
any figure. There was even a crotch piece most corsets do
not have, connected by more sets of laces.
Maddie tried to get it on. She thought her
corset from last night was complicated! She would need an
engineering degree to get into this. But she was fascinated
by the design and wanted to know how it would feel on. She
loosened the front laces; and slipping it over her hips she
pulled the shoulder straps up.
Her breasts were barely covered. She started
to tighten the laces. The suit pulled tight across her belly
making it look flat but the thong design cut sharply up through
her ass. Her pulse started to race. She adjusted the crotch.
There was something uncomfortable. A hard button built into
the suit sat just on top of her clit. She was trying to get
it comfortable and finish her breakfast when she heard the
key in the lock again.
Claire came in again followed by Stephanie
carrying a wooden box.
“You’ve found the suit, very
good,” Claire said.
Madelyn got up. “It’s not too
comfortable in the crotch. I think there is something wrong
with it.” She started to pull the shoulder straps off.
“No, let me help,” Claire stopped
her. “There is no way to do this yourself. Don’t
worry, I know how it goes!”
She turned Maddie by the shoulders and smoothed
the fabric across her back. She loosened the laces down the
back a bit. Maddie felt a small thrill at Claire’s touch.
Turning her around again, Claire reached in and pulled Maddie’s
breasts up to enhance her cleavage. “There. Much nicer.”
She turned Maddie back around and tightened
and tied off the two sets of laces that went down the back.
Maddie felt the snug comfort of the suit as it was adjusted
to her curves. Then Claire turned her again to the front and
started to tighten the centre front laces. Maddie felt exposed
and supported at the same time. Claire tugged the fabric a
bit higher on her hips. “Good, just one more thing,
lie down on your back for a minute.”
Madelyn lay down on the bed. With the brisk
professionalism of a gynaecologist, Claire spread Madelyn’s
thighs and slipped her finger under the crotch of the body
suit. Claire gave the fabric a bit of a tug and then spread
Maddie's outer folds, exposing her clit. Maddie thought wryly
that all her modesty left with the birth of her children.
Years ago she would have found this humiliating! Claire adjusted
the crotch of the body suit so the button was sitting squarely
and securely on top of her clit and her pussy was held open
by the ribbon of fabric. Maddie’s belly began to burn.
She loved being handled like this. Then pushing Maddie’s
legs down, Claire started to tighten the laces that attached
the crotch piece to the corset section.
“There. You can get up.” Maddie
stood up and felt the crotch bite into her as Claire finished
tying off the laces and adjusting the shoulders. “Yes,
that’s how it goes. I know it’s tight, but you
will appreciate the support when you get tired and still need
to maintain your posture. No, don’t fuss with it. Accept
it. You will find the irritation keeps your mind focussed
on your tasks. One of the first things you will learn today
is keeping your focus. Now slip your feet into the slippers
and then there is one more thing we have to add. Stephanie,
bring the box.”
The serving girl moved like a shadow across
the room and gracefully sank to her knees, bowing her head
and holding the box up to Claire. Claire found the key among
the many on her ring and opened the box. Maddie’s belly
flipped, and her ass contracted as she looked at the contents
of the box; a tangle of leather and steel; cuffs and chains.
She hadn’t worn cuffs since that afternoon with Judy.
Claire lifted the first cuff out of the box.
“Ok, Madelyn, this is one of the few
choices you’ll be offered. You can accept the cuffs,
or you can be returned to your husband with the explanation
that you chose to withdraw and he can decide what to do with
you. But remember what we spoke of last night. You will be
driven into your submissive state. We have already started
to do this. Everything you are experiencing has been designed
to train you as a submissive woman. If you still want this,
you will accept the cuffs but if you do take the cuffs you
also accept the rules. Remember the rules? Honesty, trust
and obedience?” Madelyn felt Claire’s eyes on
her as the chatelaine picked up a length of chain and ran
it through her fingers.
Madelyn licked her lips, which were suddenly
very dry. “Yes, I remember.”
“First honesty. You will respond honestly
to whatever happens. Don’t tell us what you think we
want to hear. You must open your mind to your husband. This
is honesty. To know who and what you are, accept it and offer
it to him. Will you be honest?” Maddie wasn’t
entirely sure what she meant, but she figured honesty should
be easy enough.
“Sure, I’ll be honest.”
“Very good. Now trust. You must trust
your husband and Master Stephen and I will do what is best
for you even if you don’t agree with it. You must open
your spirit to your husband and offer your respect, loyalty
and dedication. This is trust. You put yourself in our hands
and you must trust all will be well. You will be safe. You
may also trust Master Stephen and I have complete self-control.
We will never lose control and Ian is being taught this very
skill. Will you trust?”
Maddie almost laughed. “Ian has a bit
of a temper, but only when he is really provoked. Most of
the time he is a rock. But I know he loves me more than anything.
Will I trust you? I’m not sure. But I will easily trust
Ian.”
Claire smiled. “Good enough. The trust
must go beyond simply knowing he will not lose control. You
must trust his decisions are the right ones. You will learn
to trust us as trainers. We will not abandon you.
“That leaves obedience. This is fairly
straightforward, but sometimes can be the most difficult.
You do as you are told. Always. You must open your body to
your husband and give it over to his use. This is obedience.
Regardless of whether or not you agree with him. You trust
Ian’s decisions; you obey his commands. While you are
on retreat with us, you obey our commands. Will you obey?”
Maddie heard the words right down into her
soul; honesty, trust and obedience. This was a powerful combination.
She took a breath. Well, in for a penny …
“Yes, I will obey.” The words
reverberated deep within her. She felt she had crossed a threshold
and entered into a new world. Her body shuddered a bit and
her pussy clenched around the fabric of the body suit. Claire
nodded.
“Good. The disciplines are secondary
to the rules but you will obey them if you accept the cuffs.
You will not speak unless asked a direct question. You will
acknowledge my commands by saying ‘Yes, Lady Claire.’
You’ll be taught more formal protocols later. You will
not meet my gaze or that of any of the men and you will keep
your lips parted. You will not cross your arms or your legs,
or stand with your hands on your hips. These are aggressive
postures that you are not allowed. Also your body is for the
enjoyment and use of your husband; you will not touch yourself
for your own pleasure without permission. If you break discipline,
even unintentionally, you will be punished. You break the
rules and you will be expelled. Simple. Do you accept the
cuffs?” Claire held out the leather and waited.
Maddie looked at the cuff in Claire’s
hand. The leather was thick and sturdy. It was died a dark
blue that matched her suit, the buckles shiny and the attachment
rings strong. There was a tiny lock that would require a key
to undo. Her belly was clenched and she was finding it hard
to breathe. Excitement was warring with fear and rebellion.
Excitement won out. She had come this far; she would never
forgive herself if she backed out now. She certainly didn’t
want to be sent back to Ian as a failure. She reached out
and took the cuff from Claire’s hand.
“I accept.”
Claire smiled. “Good. Now kiss it,”
she ordered.
Madelyn put the leather to her lips. The
recognizable scent of the new leather brought home the realization
of what she was doing. The cold steel brushed her cheek. She
closed her eyes briefly as she let the sensations wash over
her. She kissed the leather. Claire took the cuff and strapped
it on Madelyn’s wrist. She took a tiny key from the
box and locked the cuff. The inside of the leather was surprisingly
soft. Then Claire took three more matching blue cuffs and
attached them to Maddie’s other wrist and her ankles,
locking each one with the key. Madelyn noticed that there
were many other things in the box just before Claire closed
it and locked it replacing the keys on her ring. Stephanie
rose and put the box on the floor in the corner of the room.
“Good. Stand up,” Claire directed.
Maddie stood up feeling the button rub against
her clit as she moved. Wetness rubbed between her thighs.
She remembered to lower her eyes, but still felt the sting
of Claire’s hand on her ass. Her eyes flew up angrily
to Claire’s face.
“You forgot to acknowledge the command,”
Claire explained. “Say ‘Yes, Lady Claire.’”
“Sorry.” Maddie sighed and looked
at Claire, raising a sarcastic eyebrow. She could play this
game. “Yes, Lady Claire.”
She was slapped again. “Ouch! What
was that for?”
Claire was almost laughing.
“Watch yourself, Maddie. Accept your
situation. Anger is understandable but it will get you into
trouble. You will be punished when you break discipline. You
spoke without permission and you lifted your eyes to me. Come
now, you just agreed to this not 2 minutes ago! I’m
taking it easy on you for now. But once in the training room,
it will be a different matter.
“Now before you earn any more punishments,
follow Stephanie to the training room. We will start when
everyone is assembled. Welcome to the Manor, Maddie.”
After their early morning run, the men had showered and then
congregated in a small sitting room beside the training room.
They sat in comfortable chairs looking through a one-way mirror
into the training room. Their wives were oblivious to their
presence. They were stretching, walking with books on their
heads, moving from kneeling to standing, all dressed in corseted
body suits of various colours. Claire moved among them with
a small crop in her hands correcting and instructing. The
men couldn’t hear what was going on in the other room,
but they could watch everything. Ian had been a bit concerned
about the crop. He didn’t like the idea of someone hitting
his wife; but it was Paul who raised the question.
“Don’t worry.” It was Andrew,
the horse trainer, who answered. “That crop isn’t
going to do any damage. Claire’s not even putting any
strength in her swings. It’s just going to be a bit
of a sting. Personally, I kind of like seeing Susan with a
red ass! Matches her suit so nicely.”
The serving girls moved silently among the
men serving a light breakfast of fruit and pastries.
“Greetings, gentlemen. That was an
invigorating run wasn’t it? Nothing like the view of
the lake with the mist not quite burnt off yet.” Stephen
took his chair, accepting a glass of fruit juice from one
of the girls.
Ian was a bit chagrined to note the lake
Stephen spoke of was a good five miles from the manor through
the deep woods. Luckily the path was well trodden or he felt
sure he would be spending the morning treating turned ankles!
But Stephen was right, he felt great.
“Of course the view of the lake was
nothing in comparison to the view at breakfast.” Stephan
gestured through the glass at the women.
“I see Claire has your girls well in
hand. She really is very good at what she does. Shall we listen
in?” Stephen gestured to one of the girls who adjusted
a monitor on the wall filling the breakfast room with the
sounds of the training session. Stephen picked up the phone
on the table next to him and spoke quietly.
“Good morning, Claire.”
Claire turned towards the glass and put her
hand to her ear adjusting her pick up. She smiled, giving
a small nod.
“The gentlemen are assembled my dear,
you can start the acknowledgement training.” Stephen
put the phone down.
Claire nodded again and the men fell silent.
“All right ladies, enough of this.
Back to the mirror please.” Claire gathered her charges.
The women took their positions facing the
mirror. Claire moved down the line.
“Stand straight. Heads high, be proud
of what you are and that your husband wants you. If you are
unhappy with your body you can deal with it when you get home
and believe me, you will. You are all beautiful. Feel it.”
Maddie had been examining her body more closely this morning
than she usually ever did. She was proud of her shape. She
was strong and flexible. Her breasts might not be as big as
they had been when she was nursing, but they were still a
pleasant size and shape and this suit displayed them to their
best advantage. The swell of her hips and thighs were more
sensual and full than the skinny androgynous figure that was
so in style. But she had never been much for fashion. Yes,
she was beautiful and she did feel it.
“Right, now that we have done some
of the more basic postures, the next lesson is the acknowledgement
gesture. You will perform this gesture when you are told ‘acknowledge’.
It’s a bit tricky so I’ll give you lots of practice.
This is what it looks like.” Claire turned to the mirror.
She stood tall and held her head high. She slowly crossed
her hands at the wrists in front of her, right over left.
Her hands were relaxed, fingers slightly bent and open. She
brought her hands up until they just touched her chest. The
movement was slow, deliberate, delicate. Then she started
to bow. As she bent her head, she closed her eyes and opened
her arms outward, her palms facing the mirror. She moved with
such grace, Maddie was envious. There were no jerky movements;
the whole gesture flowed as one. She held the lowered position
for a moment or two and then with equal grace, she rose back
to standing. She smiled at the mirror and then turned to the
women.
“All right ladies, let’s give
this a try. Start with your hands like this…”
Claire started to drill the women in the gesture.
Maddie felt a bit foolish, dressed as she
was; luckily the men were not around. Her dance training was
definitely coming in handy though. Highland dance did not
have too much in the way of graceful hand motions but her
ballet days had left an indelible mark on her body and she
found these movements flowed quite naturally.
Claire watched Maddie give it a couple of
tries.
“Good girl, Maddie, very nice. You
are ready to add the breathing. Take a breath in as you bring
the arms up, close your eyes and hold your breath just for
a moment, and then exhale as you bend over and open up. This
is an opening gesture. You are signifying your willingness
to obey and your openness to Ian. Visualize your centre opening
up when you do this.”
Claire’s praise warmed Maddie. She
smiled as she tried the gesture with the breathing and the
visualization. It took one or two tries to get the timing
right and then it clicked. Maddie performed it perfectly;
breath, movement and visualization all together. The power
blossomed within her. She swayed under the impact of the sensations;
red and orange energy flooded upward from her centre. The
feelings were so exquisite she didn’t want to let them
go. She was open, vulnerable, graceful and beautiful all at
once. She felt like she had when Stephen had held her in his
gaze.
Claire’s hands gripped her shoulders
and steadied her.
“Up you come, Maddie. Let it go.”
Maddie watched as the blossom of power subsided
from her awareness and she regained her balance.
“Oh, my God!” Maddie looked at
Claire with big and round eyes. “That was amazing! What
happened?”
“Maddie, you are not permitted speech.”
Smack, the crop landed on her backside, not for the first
time, but this time it lanced through her and she collapsed
on the floor. Claire helped her to her feet again.
“Steady now, you’re ok. That
correction wasn’t nearly as hard as you have accepted
all morning without flinching. Interesting. You have been
operating in a submissive state since you put on the cuffs
and you deepened it with the gesture. Now the correction has
sent you even deeper. Nice isn’t it? Now do you know
why you want to submit?”
Maddie was hugging herself tightly as she
tried to hold onto the shadows of the sensations. That was
the closest thing she had ever experienced to an orgasm outside
of sex! If she could feel like this even occasionally, then
submission would be a small price to pay. “Yes, Lady
Claire. Oh yes.”
The other women were watching her.
“Ok girls. You’ve seen how it’s
done. You get another fifteen minutes to practice it then
we move onto something else. Remember to open. This gesture
opens your spirit. Maddie, you will practice kneeling and
waiting! Stephanie, put the bells on her.”
Stephanie clipped tiny silver bells to her
cuffs. Then turned her to face the mirror. “Maddie,
down.”
She responded instantly to the command from
earlier in the morning and dropped to her knees without thought.
The bells tinkled softly and then were still as she settled
into her posture. She knelt in front of the mirror, her knees
parted wide, her hands resting on her thighs. This was the
same exercise she had done earlier; sit still and the bells
don’t ring. She let her mind float. She imagined she
could see Ian sitting in a chair watching her. She held herself
higher and let a smile spread across her face. She imagined
Ian getting aroused and having to adjust his trousers. She
spread her thighs a bit more.
On the other side of the glass, Ian did indeed
adjust his trousers. When Maddie had performed the gesture,
Ian had felt it deep in his being. His love for her was intense,
almost painful. But when Claire had smacked Madelyn with the
crop, Ian had leapt to his feet ready to defend his wife.
Stephen had quickly reassured him that Maddie would be fine,
and to watch. Ian was transfixed by Madelyn’s face.
The peace he saw there reminded Ian of how she had looked
when she nursed their children. It was amazing to watch his
wife sitting there open, vulnerable and submissive. It woke
something in him. He wanted to take her by the hair and drag
her to the back of his cave! She was by far the most beautiful
of all the women, and she was his.
Stephen was watching his reactions.
“It seems Madelyn has reached her submissive
state far faster than I expected. Congratulations Ian. You
have a rare treasure.”
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