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10 - Sunday morning
When the lights turned on the next morning
Maddie slowly surfaced to wakefulness. She tried to get up
and came upon the limitations of her chains. The failures
and successes of the previous day came flooding back to her.
She stretched her hands above her head and waited with her
memories.
Eventually Stephanie came in with large bundle
of fabric and unchained Maddie’s hands.
“It’s Sunday. No breakfast until
after Mass.” Stephanie explained. “Here’s
your dress for church. I’ll be back to get you in about
half an hour. Let me take your cuffs off so you can have a
shower.”
Maddie’s shoulders were stiff from
spending the night in chains, but a good warm shower and some
stretching exercises restored her. She brushed out her hair
wondering if it actually looked ok, and went to get the dress.
She was not surprised that it was blue. It
was a long form fitting a-line dress made of soft stretch
velour. The bodice was a scoop neck and the skirt flared at
the hips before falling to her ankles. She pulled it over
her head. There were no closures, no pockets. It was more
robe than dress. Stephanie came back in. She was wearing the
same dress only hers was black with a red ribbon trimming
the hem, sleeves and bodice.
“You look lovely Maddie. These dresses
are very comfortable aren’t they? And the style seems
to suit you quite well. Sometimes it’s nice to get out
of the tight lacings.”
“I take it no undies?” Maddie
asked.
“Of course not!” Stephanie was
laughing. “Here let me get your cuffs back on. You will
need these shoes too.” Stephanie locked her cuffs back
on. The wide sleeves of the dress pulled down to cover the
wrist cuffs quite effectively as the length of the skirt covered
her ankle cuffs as well. Maddie loved the cozy feeling as
she slipped her feet into fur-lined moccasins.
“Ok, come along.” Stephanie took
Maddie’s wrists and clipped them together. “When
the Retreat ladies go out in public, we always clip their
wrists.” Stephanie explained.
She led Maddie down the stairs to the sitting
room where they had eaten dinner the night before. Elaine
was already there. She was wearing the same dress predictably
in the emerald green that so enhanced her colouring. Her wrists
were also clipped together. She smiled at Maddie and Maddie
smiled back remembering the closeness they had felt the night
before. A few minutes later Claire arrived with Susan in her
red dress.
“Good morning Ladies! As this is Sunday
and you are all good devout Catholic women,” the twinkle
in Claire’s eyes belied her words. The ladies exchanged
wry grins. “Yes. Well, we will be going to Mass anyway.
Here are your disciplines for this morning. You will be taken
by your husbands. You will keep your eyes lowered and your
lips parted. You will keep silent except for the proper responses
and prayers I am sure you all know by heart. Your wrists will
stay locked for the whole morning. This’ll keep your
mind on your new status. I suggest you use this opportunity
to practice opening your spirit and attuning to your husband.
You will find prayer helpful. Any questions?”
Susan looked a little perplexed. “How
are we supposed to cross ourselves with our hands locked?
And won’t the priest notice when we take the Eucharist?”
Claire smiled. “The priest is completely
familiar with our Manor as we often bring Retreat participants
to Mass in the village. As for blessing yourself, be discrete
and do your best! But it is a bit chill this morning, so your
cloaks will be required.”
Stephanie entered the room carrying the cloaks.
Each in the ladies colours, they were thrown over their shoulders,
and done up at the neck. Their hoods were pulled up over their
hair covering them from head to toe. Maddie felt a bit like
a woman from Saudi Arabia in this get up.
“Ok, let’s go!” Claire
led the way out to the stables.
Maddie thought for a minute they were going
to go in a horse-drawn carriage until they got to the minibus.
The men were there and Ian looked magnificent. Maddie felt
a burst of pride as she took her place at his side. He smiled
at her as he helped her into the bus. When everyone was settled
they left for the village.
The village church was like hundreds of others
built around the turn of the century. It was stone with large
stained glass windows and a huge pipe organ in the back. The
economic effect of having the Manor close by was evident in
the richness of the furnishings. The altar was beautifully
ornate, covered in richly embroidered cloths and glittering
vessels. The padded pews were carved with lilies and roses
intertwined in what looked like the yin yang symbol that pervaded
the decorations at the Manor. The whole place sparkled with
candlelight and smelled of a century of prayer and incense.
Maddie was entranced by the beautiful sound
coming from the choir loft. She had always loved church music
and this choir was exceptional. She felt a lovely warm peace
settle over her. Ian had an arm around her waist as they followed
Master Stephen and Lady Claire into the church. The whole
entourage from the manor filled almost half the church. Maddie
thought everyone must have been there. She recognized the
staff from lunch yesterday along with the serving girls. Only
the cook was missing. Her stomach growled at the thought.
It seemed like a long time since dinner last night. She dipped
in a slight genuflection before sliding into the pew beside
Ian and kneeling in prayer.
The priest was an ancient man with a large
potbelly and a florid complexion, but a magnificent voice.
As he sang the opening prayers, Maddie felt the sound of his
voice enter her being and sooth her soul. She was acutely
aware of her husband sitting next to her. She licked her lips.
Keeping them parted was an interesting discipline. With her
eyes lowered and her mouth open, she was finding herself reaching
out with her feelings.
The Stable Master did the Old Testament reading.
Maddie let the melodic sound of his Scottish voice wash over
her. Someone in the choir sang the psalm and then a woman
from the village got up to read from the New Testament. Maddie
had half expected the readings to concentrate on the virtues
of submission, but they were the regular readings set for
the week. The Alleluia Gospel acclamation was magnificent
though. The priest kept his homily to a minimum discussing
the responsibilities of parenthood.
When it came time for the Eucharist Master
Stephen and Lady Claire went up to serve along with another
couple from the village. Madelyn followed Ian up to the altar.
Maddie found herself in front of Master Stephen and her brain
seemed to shut off. She dropped to her knees and raised her
face to him. He held up the host and said “Body of Christ”.
Maddie felt the familiar bloom of power in her belly that
seemed to come from being close to Master Stephen. She closed
her eyes and opened her mouth. He placed the small wafer on
her tongue. She bowed her head and felt the power rise through
her. Crossing herself (with both her hands) she said “amen”
then moved on.
Maddie accepted the cup from Lady Claire.
Having her wrists clipped together wasn’t as much of
a problem as she thought it might be. The wine tingled on
her lips and warmed her already burning belly. She returned
to her place and knelt again. Maddie was a fountain of fire
pulsing in time with the beautiful music that filled the church.
She could feel the essence of the divine in her belly. Some
small part of her observed that this priest did pretty good
magic. Either that or she was in such an altered state of
consciousness she was experiencing Mass properly for the very
first time.
By the time Mass was done, Maddie was completely
open. She felt like she was living with her skin off. Her
perception had expanded so much she was aware of her connection
to everyone in the church. She followed Ian out of the church
and back to the bus.
Back at the manor, Ian watched as the staff quickly melted
away leaving only the retreat participants with Stephen and
Claire in the main hall. Ian kept one hand protectively around
Maddie's waist, and pulled her hood back from her face. He
thought she was as beautiful now as she had ever been in all
the years he had known her. With her eyes lowered and her
lips parted there was a serene and peaceful look on her face.
He was just about to kiss her when Stephen addressed the group.
“Now gentlemen we will leave the ladies
briefly with Claire and go get ready for breakfast. Not to
worry, your wives will be with us shortly, but for now, if
you would follow me please?”
Ian gave Maddie a quick kiss on the forehead
then followed Stephen to the south wing of the Manor. They
passed a sitting room and then through a pair of glass doors
into a huge plant filled glass conservatory. Ian hadn’t
seen this from outside as the main approach to the building
was on the north side so this came as a complete surprise.
The walls were easily two stories high, and the weak fall
sunshine was enough to make the room cozy and warm. The air
smelled of dirt and growing things. Justin’s girl Kim
was moving around the plants with one of the other staff,
giving direction on plant care. When she saw Stephen and the
men enter she immediately stopped what she was doing and dropped
to her knees. Stephen ignored her as he moved past into the
middle of the room where there was a small grouping of chairs
and a buffet table.
“Breakfast will be served shortly,
but before the ladies get here, you will need to learn a few
things. Dominance and control require responsibility. We have
discussed this before and we will again. But for now, you
will get to practice not only accepting service, but also
taking responsibility. Yesterday your wives learned a few
basic postures and serving protocols. You need to know what
they are and how they should be performed so you can maintain
discipline when you get home. You will also need to know the
hand signals your wives have been taught. You can of course
change these later to suit yourselves. But I would suggest
you do not dispense with them altogether. A submissive woman
needs structure and discipline to feel secure otherwise she
will think you are neglecting her. Now we will need a demonstration
model. Kim?” Stephen clapped his hands and Kim quickly
appeared, sinking to her knees.
Ian thought Kim to be amazingly graceful.
Perhaps this was why Stephen chose her to demonstrate. Stephen
had her show the men the various postures, gestures and service
techniques the women had been taught, explaining the purposes
and advantages of each. Ian was amazed at the depth of detail
that went into them. There was symbolism in every movement.
Why the girl will use the left rather than right hand here,
the meaning of the exact tilt of the chin there. Ian felt
he should be taking notes. His stomach was growling and there
was too much information. Not only that half way through the
kitchen staff started to set out breakfast. There were fragrant
dishes of eggs, sausages and bacon, toast, fruit, coffee,
pastries... There was even champagne. Andrew wandered over
to the table and snuck a sausage.
Stephen suddenly burst out laughing. “I
can see that you are all thinking with your stomachs. Never
fear we will go over this again this afternoon. But for now,
here, try this.” Stephen showed the men the few hand
signals they would need for breakfast. The signal calling
the girl to attention, the one allowing her to eat, the one
for her to fetch more of whatever and a couple of more Ian
tucked away for future reference.
Their timing was good. The women entered
with Claire. They were still dressed in their long robes,
but their cloaks had been removed and the moccasins changed
for heels. Their wrists were still clipped together. Ian caught
Maddie’s eye as she moved to his side. He winked at
her and tried out the ‘come here’ hand signal.
He was rewarded by a brilliant smile as she knelt beside him.
Ian thought she was going to have a challenging time serving
him with a long dress, heels and her wrists clipped together,
but the thought of her struggling was strangely arousing.
Claire took her place kneeling at Stephen’s
feet as he addressed the group. “Your wives probably
already know what you would like for breakfast, but you are
in control here. Command as you will.” He turned to
Claire “I’ll have some champagne, orange juice
and the croissants.” Claire acknowledged and went to
fetch Stephen’s breakfast.
Ian turned to Madelyn and whispered to her.
“How are you doing, love?”
Madelyn looked radiant in her lovely blue
dress. “Just fine Sir. Magnificent actually.”
“Good. I, however, am famished so you
had better fetch my breakfast. What are you waiting for?”
Ian gave her the signal.
Ian watched as Madelyn tipped herself back
on her heels and rose in one movement to her feet. She first
brought him his coffee. Then in an elaborate and time consuming
process served him the rest of his breakfast. Ian accepted
each cup and plate from her hands and started to eat.
When she finished bringing everything he
needed, she returned to his side and knelt on the floor. Ian
bit into a piece of toast and heard Maddie’s stomach
growl.
“Haven’t you eaten, Maddie?”
“No Sir. We were told we would only
eat what you feed us.” Maddie kept her eyes lowered.
Ian felt a small bloom of frustration. Stephen should have
told us we were to feed them. Then he smiled at himself. This
was an exercise for the men to be aware of their wives needs
and to provide for them. Ian held the toast out to her. His
breath caught as she leaned forward and bit into it.
He picked up a strawberry took a bite and
then holding it by the stem fed the rest to Maddie. Then he
took a sausage from his plate and held it out. Maddie took
it into her mouth and licked it slowly before delicately biting
it off.
Breakfast continued. When they ran out of
food, Ian sent Maddie back for more. Then he would feed her.
She never took the food in her hands but simply opened her
mouth and accepted what he put there. Ian took a bit of champagne
mixed with orange juice in his mouth and leaned over and kissed
his wife. She lifted up to meet him as he passed the drink
into her mouth.
Ian slowed down, savouring the food and the
experience. The world reduced to this moment. She would serve
him and he would feed her. The balance was perfect.
Ian and Maddie were still luxuriating in
their breakfast when Stephen got up. “There are no lessons
for any of you for the rest of the morning. We will reconvene
this afternoon. Enjoy yourselves.” With that Stephen
and Claire left the conservatory.
They were in no hurry, but as they now had
free time together, Ian was not going to waste it here. He
fed her another strawberry and finished off a pastry.
“Fill the glass please.” He handed
Madelyn the champagne glass and she went to obey. Ian readjusted
his trousers and got to his feet. When Maddie returned with
the wine, he took the glass and put his arm around her leading
her out of the conservatory and back to his room.
It had been a day and a half since Maddie had entered this
room the last time, thirty-six hours and an eternity of experience.
She looked around the room with new eyes.
Ian locked the door and put his champagne
glass down on the coffee table. He came over to her and unclipped
her wrists, examining her cuffs.
“Do you wear these all the time?”
Ian asked.
“They get taken off so I can wash.
I guess they don’t want the leather getting wet. The
die would probably run.”
“How does it feel?”
“It’s interesting. The extra
weight keeps my mind focussed on here and now. Are we going
to use this time to discuss my restraints, or had you something
else in mind when you brought me here?”
Maddie felt a shift in the power in the room.
Her comment was something that the old Madelyn would have
said, snarky and sarcastic. Ian usually demurred to her when
she was like that. Evidently he had changed as well.
“We will discuss what interests me,
Madelyn. And restraining you interests me a great deal.”
He grabbed the dress and pulled it over her head, and then
he turned her around and clipped her wrists together behind
her back. Maddie’s belly started to burn. She wanted
to feel his hands on her body.
“That’s better, now let’s
see what you have learned.” Ian gave Maddie the hand
signal and she obediently dropped to her knees. As she was
naked the position was even more exhilarating. With her knees
spread her cunt was wide open. She had learned this posture
with her hands free, but with them clipped behind her back
it left her breasts exceptionally vulnerable. She watched
her husband carefully. He was different now and she didn’t
know what to expect. He gave her the signal for eye’s
down and she lowered her eyes. Her breathing deepened.
She heard the zipper of his pants followed
by the sounds of clothing being dropped to the floor. He was
behind her; he ran his hands up her arms and she felt shivers
up her spine. He grabbed her hair and slowly tilted her head
backwards forcing her to arch her back exposing her throat
and lifting her breasts. His free hand stroked her chin and
down her neck. She opened her mouth feeling the passion rising
in her. His fingers continued in their downward journey. He
knew all her sensitive spots; that bit just at the base of
her throat, then the valley between her breasts. Maddie’s
cunt contracted and her breathing became more ragged. Then
he pinched her nipple. Gently at first, then getting harder
as he pulled her breast upwards, his other hand still in her
hair. She felt the wetness between her thighs. A whimper escaped
her open lips. He brought his mouth close to her ear.
“You are mine, Madelyn Joan Standish.
All mine. I will take you and use you and keep you. Do you
understand me?”
Madelyn did understand. Right from the base
of her spine to the top of her head, she understood. She felt
his power extend to her, filling her. ‘Oh my God!’
she thought. ‘He can do this too!’
“Yes Sir. I understand.” Madelyn
breathed.
“Good girl.” Ian kept hold of
her hair as he moved in front of her. He took her head in
both hands and pulled her face onto his cock. She quickly
opened her mouth and took in as much as she could. She was
being swept along by the sensations. It was as if Ian was
a completely altered man, but one who knew her intimately.
She sucked and licked using her tongue to push the head of
his cock gently up against her teeth. Suddenly he pulled her
off and let go of her. She swayed with the loss of support,
falling face down on the soft rug. He did not help her up.
“I see your ass still shows the marks
from yesterday.” He massaged her cheeks and spread her
thighs wide, probing and stroking. Maddie felt completely
open, physically and spiritually. He dug his fingernails into
her flesh and ran them down the backs of her thighs. Her toes
curled and she squirmed under his hands.
“Oh no you don’t. Stay still.”
Ian pinned her onto the floor. She could feel his cock between
her legs. She desperately wanted him inside her, but he had
control, and she was swept up in him. His hands were on her
back now. Gripping her firmly by the waist, he pulled her
hips up. She held as still as she could, her face on the carpet,
her ass raised and exposed. Ian ran his fingertips up the
inside of her thighs to her cunt. The passion was rising so
fast in her she cried out when he touched her clit.
“Hmm, are you ready for me? Are you
wet enough?” He dipped a finger into her folds and drew
out a line of wetness up around her ass.
“Yes, it seems you are.”
He grabbed her by the hips again and thrust
his cock deep into her cunt. She cried out as her passion
threatened to explode right there. Ian pumped hard into her.
Maddie’s hands strained against her cuffs, each thrust
pushing her face into the carpet and forcing her ever higher.
She was moaning now, thrashing in his grip. She felt totally
overwhelmed. She let go and her climax released. She rode
her orgasm until Ian’s strong fingers gripped her waist
painfully and his final drive marked his release.
He collapsed on top of her catching his breath.
Maddie lay under him loving the weight of his body on her.
Rolling off he unclipped her wrists and tenderly took her
into his arms. Maddie snuggled closer into his embrace. That
was the most intense sexual experience they had had for years!
Oh my, and this is only Sunday morning!
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