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18 Tuesday Afternoon: Susan’s Turn
After Madelyn was literally hauled off by
the stable hand for her session with Claire, Elaine got progressively
more anxious. The minutes passed slowly. She suddenly realized
she had been reading the same page for the past half hour.
She tossed the book on the table and looked at Susan sitting
annoyingly passively by the fire.
“How can you just sit there? Aren’t
you nervous?”
Susan turned slowly to look at Elaine. “No,
not really. But you go next. My wait will be much longer.
I suppose I’ll have time to get anxious later.”
Elaine got up and strode to the window. “I
don’t know. The way Maddie was just picked up and hauled
out of here, something’s not right.”
Elaine rubbed the green leather cuffs on
her wrists and went to the door. She reached for the handle
and then pulled her hand back as if it was burned. She turned
in frustration.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Susan.”
Her voice was rising in pitch. “What do we really know
about these people? Can we really trust Claire? What if Justin
isn’t there? I need to speak with Justin.”
Susan shifted to get a better look at her
friend. She was breathing rapidly now and her face shone through
a thin film of perspiration. “Elaine, it’s ok.
You don’t have to do this. Claire said it was optional.
Simply say ‘red’ when they come for you.”
Elaine’s eyes widened as her fear increased.
“What if they don’t listen? What if they just
haul me off like they did Maddie? What’s happening to
her? Where’s Justin?” A look of pain crossed her
face and she hugged her arms around her chest. She went to
the door again.
Susan got up and reached for her, putting
a hand on her arm. “Wait Elaine, we aren’t allowed
to go wandering. Someone will come soon, I’m sure. Just
relax. You don’t look well, why don’t you sit
down?”
Elaine jerked her arm out of Susan’s
light grasp. “I’m perfectly fine. I just need
to see my husband. No one, not one single one of these saccharine
slave girls or over beefed stable hands is going to stop me.
And neither are you! Go sit by the fire and wait Susan. I
don’t expect you to show any spine!”
Elaine threw open the door to the library
and stalked down the hall.
Susan poked her head out the door but Elaine
was already out of sight. Susan was concerned. How could she
alert someone to Elaine’s wandering? But then again,
Elaine was a grown woman and Susan had long since given up
being a school yard tattle-taler. Susan left the door of the
library open so she could see if anyone came by and returned
to wait by the fire.
She had no idea of the passage of time, but
eventually Lady Claire arrived. This time she was dressed
in a short skin tight red dress with thigh high red boots
and long red gloves. There was no stable hand with her; instead
she carried a silver tray with a single white card on it.
Claire looked around the library and a shadow
of concern passed over her face. “We seem to be missing
someone.” She turned her cool gaze to Susan.
Susan felt a stab of fear in her belly and
shifted until she was on her knees before the chatelaine.
“Yes, Lady Claire. Elaine left in search of her husband.”
Claire let the tray drop a bit as her shoulders
sagged. “Oh no. Well, that will change the afternoon
a bit. I guess you will be next then, my dear. However, I
will need to prepare a few details. I will be back to fetch
you shortly. If you need to use the washroom, it’s through
the door to the right of the fireplace.”
Curiosity was not something Susan felt often,
but as soon as Claire left the library Susan leapt up and
looked for the door. She had been sitting by the fireplace
for the past hour at least and had never noticed the door
concealed in plain sight. The wainscoting and wallpaper on
the library wall did not break at all. The only indication
of a door was the seam in the wall paper reaching up to the
ceiling. Susan eventually found a small brass knob hiding
behind a collection of fire irons and gave it a turn and a
push.
The wall soundlessly swung open revealing
the promised bathroom. Susan’s eyes widened as she stepped
into the sybaritic alcove. A large frosted window let in a
diffuse but bright light making all the marble and brass fixtures
sparkle. There was a pedestal sink, toilet and bidet and a
cozy, inviting settee under the window covered in a rose and
gold brocade. As Susan stepped into the room, the door swung
closed behind her revealing a full length mirror framed in
ornate carved gilt. This whole room was so much more than
what she was used to in her own chambers in the carriage house,
she felt reluctant to touch anything. But she firmly reminded
herself of Lady Claire’s invitation and made use of
the facilities.
As she was washing up, she noticed the envelope
propped up behind the sink had her name embossed in gold letters.
She ripped it open.
“You will find a change of clothes
under the settee. Be creative.”
Susan lifted the skirt of the settee and
pulled out a red box tied with a wide ribbon. She felt like
a kid at a birthday party as she tore the ribbon off and flung
open the box.
Her belly fluttered with excitement as she
pulled the flimsy fabric from the box. There was not much
and no immediately obvious way to put it on. She would indeed
have to be creative. She reached for the hem of her dress
and pulled it over her head.
As Susan prepared herself, Andrew was taking his turn with
the stable master. The whip cracked with deadly precision
taking a corner from the paper snowflake hanging from the
tree. Andrew shook his head in disbelief.
“See lad. A snap right at the end will
give you the control. Try again.” Sean Turlock made
it look so easy. He’d been wielding that whip all day.
Surely the old man would be tired by now!
Andrew swung his bull whip a couple of times
gauging the weight before sending it on its way to the target.
So far he had managed a fair score, but before he would go
anywhere near Susan with this he needed to be perfect. A crack
and a flutter of green told him he’d hit a leaf instead
of the target! Well, Justin had been no better at first either.
Andrew had enjoyed teasing his friend as Justin had destroyed
the targets, leaves and the pillows set up for practice until
one of the stable hands had come to fetch him for his session
with Master Stephen. Justin looked decidedly relieved as he
handed the whip to Andrew. He whispered “good luck”
and disappeared.
Andrew wondered how long Elaine’s sensation
play session was going to be. He was a bit disappointed Susan
had chosen to go last, he couldn’t wait to see how she
would fare in sensation play. He cast the whip again, this
time scoring perfectly on the target. This retreat was a last
ditch effort to save their marriage. Over the three years
of their marriage, Susan had become more and more withdrawn.
The little firecracker he fell in love with slowly became
a drab grey housewife. House-mouse really. Another flick of
his wrist landed another perfect hit.
“Ok lad, good enough. Let’s try
with the pillows next.” Master Sean gave a signal to
one of the hands who strapped three large pillows to the post.
“Try to hit the cross in the center of the pillow without
splitting the fabric. Like this.” The whip landed like
a feather.
Andrew flicked the whip back and forth a
couple of times and then sent it on its way towards the pillow.
It landed with a thud splitting the fabric with a soft puff
of cotton.
“Ouch, that’s a bit rough isn’t
it?” Andrew thought of Susan’s flesh with a horrified
shudder. He was seeing a whole new Susan this week, graceful,
elegant, happy. The happy part confused him the most.
“Go again lad, practice make perfect.”
He took another swing and the next time the
whip fell much lighter. Susan was being drilled at the end
of a switch, stripped of all comfort and kept in a cell of
a room, yet Andrew had never seen her so content. He still
didn’t understand it.
“Better. Again.”
Andrew smiled. He might actually get the
hang of this with a bit of practice. He fell into a rhythm
while he remembered back to the bondage play yesterday. When
he had Susan all bound and tied, he noticed the collection
of welts and bruises on her backside. In a fit of outrage
he said they would leave. Susan didn’t understand why
he was so upset. “These aren’t important, they
don’t even hurt. It would’ve been better if you’d’ve
put them there though.” Andrew felt a blossom of passion
threatened to overwhelm him. He had to restrain himself from
raping her then and there. But he wouldn’t, couldn’t,
shouldn’t take her like that. He would keep his dark
demon firmly buried.
The whip felt like an extension of his arm.
This was not the first time he had played with a whip of course;
one did not spend as much time as he did in stables and not
get some exposure to whips. But this was the first time he
had been properly instructed in how to modulate the falls.
“I keep wondering why someone would
want to be on the receiving end of this.” He took aim
at the second pillow and managed two strikes without breaking
the fabric, before the third one went too hard sending a blossom
of cotton batting into the air.
“I suggest you ask Emily about it.
She’s quite the slut for this sort of thing. Relax a
bit more. Your arm is getting a mite tired, and you’re
compensating with too much force.”
Andrew shook out his shoulder and remembered
back to that morning when Emily, chained to the post, screamed
for more. She certainly was into it, and truth be told, seeing
her like that was amazingly sexy. He whipped the pillow once
more imagining Emily screaming and taunting him to go harder
and faster. The image seemed to calm him and he gathered his
strength and sent another perfect strike to the center of
the pillow.
“Good! Again lad.”
As if summoned by his thoughts, the slave
girl hurried out of the house towards the riding ring. She
approached the Stable Master, bowed and when acknowledged
whispered something to him.
“Ah, well lad, it seems there has been
a change in plans and you’re wanted in the observation
lounge. We’ll continue this later.”
“Thank you Sir, I’ve learned
quite a lot.” Andrew handed the whip to Master Sean.
“You’re a natural with it, lad.
If I might offer a wee bit of advice, let go of your fear
lad. You’re a good man but the fear will cripple you
in this life. Once you have control of yourself, you can extend
control another and well, that’s where the bliss is.
But fear will cripple you. Now off with you and I’ll
see you later.”
As he followed Emily back to the house,
Andrew wondered how the old man could have seen so deeply
into his soul.
Master Stephen did not like losing students. As much as he
knew this was not an easy ride for some, he took every failure
personally and tried to modify his techniques accordingly.
He slumped in his chair rubbing his temples.
He would not have noticed Claire’s
arrival if she hadn’t allowed a single breath to be
heard. She was such a comfort. Without opening his eyes, Stephen
gave a gestured command then relaxed under the firm soothing
pressure of Claire’s fingers in his shoulders.
“How long till the next session?”
he asked.
“Exactly as long as my Master desires,
of course. But Susan is almost ready, and Emily has gone to
fetch Andrew. They should be back in a moment.”
Stephen reached up and grabbed Claire’s
hands, pulling her into his lap. He kissed her deeply and
passionately taking solace in her softness.
“So how is my favourite girl handling
the loss of another pair?”
“She’s alright, thank you Sir.
It’s a shame though. Elaine just had too many demons
to face complete vulnerability. She did not mention her problem
with panic attacks on her medical form. Why do people think
these forms are unimportant? But they both learned a lot in
their time here. They may even be back.”
She laid a soft hand on his cheek and looked
deep into his eyes.
“It’s not a failure, my love,
and we have two more days with the others. Madelyn is doing
very well and Susan, well, Susan is such a surprise.”
“No surprise to me. I knew she would
take to this as a duck to water. The trick will be to get
her husband to have the courage to rule her, and that’s
my task. Well, onward. Bring in Andrew and go fetch Susan.”
He lifted Claire to her feet and gave her a bit of a push
towards the door.
“And Claire?”
She turned back to her master. “Yes,
Sir?”
“Thank you, darling.”
Claire smiled, bowed both elegantly and deeply
before leaving the room. Stephen took a deep breath and composed
himself for the next session.
A few minutes later there was a discrete
knock at the door.
“Come in.”
Emily opened the door for Andrew. Stephen
got to his feet and extended a hand in welcome. “Had
a good time with the Stable master?”
“Oh yes. Quite enjoyable thank you.”
Andrew rubbed his stiffening shoulder.
“Ah good, then. Please have a seat.
Susan will be in presently. Thank you Emily, some cool drinks
may be in order. Mr. Ross looks like he’s had a hard
workout.”
Andrew looked through the window into the
practice room. There was a round platform with a single post
standing in a pool of light in an otherwise darkened room.
He settled himself in the armchair beside Stephen. Emily re-appeared
with a tray of cool drinks and some chips. Andrew drained
it in one long quaff and his glass was immediately refilled
by the girl.
Andrew noticed a shift in Stephen’s
attention and turned to see Susan being led into the practice
room by Claire.
Andrew hardly recognized his own wife. A
length of red silk, wrapped low across her hips, barely covered
the tops of her thighs. The silk crossed at her right hip
and passed diagonally across her breasts to be tied off over
her left shoulder. Claire was leading Susan by a chain connecting
the wrist cuffs she had worn since the first morning. Andrew
felt almost ashamed by his own arousal. Could this surreal
and exotic beauty really be his little mouse of a wife? Her
long brown hair shone in the bright light. Her eyes were dark
and alive. She held herself high, even as Claire dragged on
her chains.
Stephen pushed a button on the speaker phone.
“We’re all set here, Claire. You may proceed.”
Claire’s voice came through loud and
clear over the speakers in the lounge.
“The next slave we have on offer today
is of medium height and slender build. She is accomplished
in all domestic and pleasure services. Do I have an opening
bid?”
Stephen looked at Andrew with a playful smile.
“A slave auction is a popular fantasy for many submissive
women. Sensation play is just that, play. So we use the opportunity
to add a little fantasy role playing. It helps put them in
an altered space.”
Andrew was amazed. “Did Susan pick
this?”
“Oh no. She just agreed to participate
in the session and she has her safe words. Yellow for slow
down and red for stop. So far she has put up a token resistance,
but not called her colours yet.”
Just then there was a commotion in the practice
room.
“No! I am not a slave! I am a free
woman! I will not be sold! My brother will rescue me!”
She started to pull against her chains, fighting with Claire.
Andrew looked at Stephen “Susan is
an only child.” Stephen smiled and lifted an eyebrow.
“Well, now that’s interesting.”
He punched the loud speaker button on the phone allowing his
voice to fill the practice room. “The girl is undisciplined.
Ten silver pieces only.”
Claire jerked the chain to the floor and
stepped on it forcing Susan to her knees. She grabbed the
girl by the hair and pulled back her head.
“Do you remember your safe words, girl?”
Susan’s face was a twist of emotions.
“Of course I do. But you’ll not hear them from
me. You dogs! You’ll all be dead by midnight!”
She screamed at the darkness.
Andrew smiled as Claire’s eyes went
wide with surprise. Susan had a vivid imagination and evidently
was taking control of her own fantasy.
Stephen pushed the privacy button directing
his words to Claire alone. “You have a challenge, my
girl. Don’t let her take control. But I think you have
a clear indication of her desires. Run it up a notch. By the
way, Mr. Ross says Susan doesn’t have a brother.”
Claire gave Susan’s hair a vicious
pull. “No one knows where you are, slave. Now be silent.
Show your worth.” Claire pulled Susan to her feet and
quickly attached her chained hands to a hook high on the post.
Susan continued to pull against her chains. “Most gracious
bidder, this slave has excelled in her training. She is young
and strong and healthy. Do I have another bid?”
Stephen changed his voice putting on an outrageous
accent, “No slave is worth taking on a blood feud. Bring
in the next one.”
“Ah, gracious bidder, allow me to show
you her charms.”
Claire reached up to Susan’s shoulder
and attacked the knot holding the fabric in place. It was
a bit of a struggle as the knot was tight and the girl fought
to keep her covering. Finally the red silk fell exposing her
petite breasts and her flat belly. Susan arched her back thrusting
her breasts forward.
“You’ll all pay for this outrage!”
“See how strong the slave is, most
gracious bidder, and how beautiful.” Claire grabbed
Susan’s breasts and pushed them together forming a deep
cleavage. Susan gasped, momentarily distracted from her resistance
as Claire twisted and pinched her nipples.
Claire undid the last knot and tore the silk
from Susan’s body leaving her naked and exposed. Susan
cried out “No!” and tried to twist away, but the
chatelaine-come-slave trader, took the silk and blindfolded
the girl. After tying the knot behind Susan’s head,
she made another knot around the post effectively securing
her head to the post.
Stephen called out into the speaker, “A
beautiful girl, fifteen silver pieces.”
“We are just getting started gracious
bidder. This slave is worth a hundred times that.”
As Claire disappeared from view, Andrew watched
his wife fighting against the chains. He had never seen her
so alive, so powerful. Claire returned in a moment rolling
a butlers cart into the circle of light. Claire picked up
a flogger and laid a quick sharp blow across Susan’s
breasts. The girl instantly stilled, breathing hard. Again
the flogger fell and Susan twisted to get away. Claire followed
her writhing body, covering her with strikes from the flogger.
Soon Susan’s skin was glowing red in the bright light.
Stephen called out, “Very responsive,
I have clients who appreciate a girl who can take some pain.
Thirty silver pieces.”
Susan screamed her denial and thrashed harder.
Claire reached out for a foot and was rewarded by a kick.
Claire was instantly on her feet with a hand around Susan’s
throat.
“Listen slave, I’m doing you
a favour. If you are not sold here today, you will be given
to the soldiers for their sport. You’d never survive
long enough to be rescued. Now, will you behave?”
Susan jerked her head as far as she could.
“I’m of the royal house; you wouldn’t dare
give me to the soldiers.”
“You were found hauling cabbages, girl.
I have expenses to cover. If I can’t get my costs out
of you, then I’m sending you to the barracks. I will
not be kicked again.”
Claire let go of Susan’s throat and
quickly chained her ankles to rings in the platform.
“Gracious bidder, as you can see this
slave has much spirit, she will provide a satisfying diversion
to your clients. Please let me show you.”
Claire picked up a pair of small silver rings
from the cart and pulling Susan’s nipples out she snapped
the clips into place.
Andrew’s passion surged as Susan arched
and screamed in pain, thrusting her breasts up. How could
he allow himself to be aroused by her pain? This was something
he had suppressed all his life. He squirmed in his seat trying
to relieve the pressure on his groin. Claire grabbed Susan’s
pubic hair and pulled her crotch forward opening her legs.
“See gracious bidder, this slave is
clean and ready for use.”
Claire picked up an ice cube and ran it across
the welts left by the flogger. Susan’s flesh glistened
in the light. A trail of wetness slithered across her belly
down towards her bush. She was breathing in little gasps as
she opened her legs a bit wider. Claire pushed the ice cube
into the folds of Susan’s labia running it back and
forth. When she removed her hand the ice cube was gone, but
Susan was squirming again.
Andrew looked questioningly at Stephen who
explained, “An ice cube in the cunt dribbles out as
it melts. The girls are humiliated and forced deeper into
submission.” He hit the button on the phone and changed
voices again.
“Fifty silver pieces.”
“I have fifty silver, thank you gracious
Sir. But I need more to keep this slave from the soldiers.”
She lifted Susan’s face towards the window. “She’s
not done yet. Imagine what you could do with this girl. Such
spirit, such endurance.”
Andrew did indeed imagine what he could do
with such spirit. He wanted to bend her over and fuck her
until she begged him to stop. He wanted to rape all control
from her and force her into orgasm after orgasm. He took a
deep breath and tried to calm these dark thoughts.
Claire reached into the shadows and pulled
forth a piece of equipment that looked like a short saw horse.
Attached to the top rail was an adjustable platform. Claire
positioned the sawhorse between Susan’s legs, snapped
a large ball shaped vibrator into the clamps and raised it
so it just touched Susan’s clit. Susan gasped in surprise
and pulled up on her toes just clear of the vibrator. Claire
did not re-adjust the equipment, but instead reached for the
flogger again and started in with a good solid rhythm of beating
Susan’s breasts, thighs and belly. Susan cried out and
begged her to stop.
Andrew watched his wife squirm and fight
but with diminishing strength. Stephen laughed. “Claire
is so good. Susan can keep herself away from the vibrator
by holding herself up on her toes, but eventually she’ll
fall on it. When her strength gives out or her passion takes
over, it doesn’t matter which, she’ll have to
submit. So now the choice is yours. Will you be the ‘brother’
who rescues her and returns her to her life before this, or
will you be the master who buys her and rules her?”
Andrew turned back to the tableau in the
practice room; Susan still resisted and fought against Claire.
Susan clearly knew her safe words and instead of using them,
was holding fast to the fantasy. Frankly it was amazing she
could stay ‘in character’ through all this, but
she did. She was calling Claire every name in the book, but
never once did she say ‘red’ or even ‘yellow’.
Nevertheless, her strength was clearly failing.
Andrew turned back to Stephen. “Right,
how do I get down there?”
“Emily will take you. Remember Andrew,
whatever you do, don’t break her fantasy. She’s
worked bloody hard to maintain it. Good luck.”
Andrew followed Emily quickly down a passage
and a set of stairs till they were standing just outside the
practice room. Andrew’s mind was racing as the girl
opened the door and the sounds and smells of the room assaulted
Andrew.
Susan was almost incoherent now. She was
screaming and begging as Claire continued the flogging. As
Andrew approached, Susan dropped down onto the vibrator and
her whole body convulsed.
“Dogs, you dogs, you’ll be dead,
all dead. Oh God!” Susan pulled on her chains trying
to take some of her weight on her arms as she pulled herself
up off the vibrator. She was glorious. Andrew never knew his
wife had this kind of strength. He was filled with admiration
and love. But to see her like this, in pain and at the edge
of her tolerance was an aphrodisiac like none he’d ever
felt. His drive to possess her, mark her, finish her was intoxicating.
Something snapped inside him, all the reserve and reluctance
fell away.
“One hundred gold for the slave.”
He called out, stopping the action.
Claire’s hand stopped on its way to
another flogging strike.
“A new bidder! Thank you gracious,
Sir. Do I hear a hundred twenty five?” The flogger fell
again.
Susan was shaking in her effort to keep from
landing on the vibrator. “Andrew, oh please, Andrew,
please.” her words were soft, almost in audible.
Stephen’s voice seemed to come from
all directions in the room. “One hundred and fifty if
the slut can hold out.”
Andrew slipped into the character easily
and quickly. “Two hundred, here and now. This one’s
mine. All bidding is closed. I will kill anyone who tries
to take her from me.” He moved into the circle of light
and took the flogger from Claire.
“You belong to me now girl. There’s
no going back to your old life.” Andrew stepped in close
to the shuddering girl. He grabbed her breasts twisting them
and causing her to arch in pain. She pulled against the blindfold
that kept her head bound to the post, her mouth open and seeking,
gasping. Andrew grabbed her throat with one hand and her breast
with the other. He kissed her deeply crushing her lips between
their teeth. He felt her relax and drop down on the vibrator.
His own passion rose with hers as she arched her back pushing
into his mouth and down on the vibrator. His grip on her breasts
tightened pushing her into the post. Her climax was loud and
violent, but he held her fast and safe. She screamed into
his mouth alternating between complete tension in her body
and complete relaxation. Finally, Andrew loosened his grip
until he was simply holding her. She was still shaking as
Claire gently removed the sawhorse and moved to untie the
blindfold.
Andrew held her, supporting her weight as
the chains were released. When the last one was unclipped
he lifted her slight form into his arms. She buried her face
into his chest shaking and gently sobbing. Claire met Andrew’s
eyes and smiled. “Well done Mr. Ross. Take her up to
your room. She’ll need to sleep for a while, but don’t
leave her until she wakes. Keep her close; hold her as long
as possible. She came a long way today. It was amazing. I’m
grateful to have witnessed this.”
“Yeah it sure was amazing. Thanks Claire.”
Emily appeared from the shadows and led Andrew
out of the practice room. Yes he would keep her close from
now on. There was a lot more to Susan than he ever imagined
before.
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