Harmony's Golden Chain

by Frances Lucette

  Chapter Five

  Little did Harmony know what a fastidious and exacting master Abelard would be. She had learned something of cleaning a house when she was still living at home with her parents, but they had always made allowances for her young age. Abelard made no concessions for her ability or her status as Mrs. D’Amato. The only matter in her favor was that she loved him so very much and was committed to being his in every way possible.

  She worked with her dress partially unbuttoned, as he had directed that she have her body accessible to him at all times. The dress, while plain, was utilitarian, and she was now able to see the logic behind his choice.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she said as she worked, “for giving me this responsibility of adulthood in your home rather than at the office. I’ll do my best for you, Sir.”

  He placed a hand on her hair, pulled her head back to look up at him as he rubbed his other hand over the front of his trousers.

  “A job well done will receive a reward,” he said with a smile. “Do you know where to start your job this morning?”

  “No, Sir, I hope you will direct me the first day,” she said. “I want to deserve that reward by doing the best job possible.”

  “Actually, I won’t be doing the directing, Mrs. D. I’ve had a cleaning woman coming in for the past few years while you went off to your work every morning. Now I will be able to let her go since I have you here. She has agreed to continue long enough to teach you what to do.”

  “I see, Sir,” she responded. “And what is her name?”

  “Her name is Mrs. Char. She is here now, and ready to train you.”

  “Thank you, Sir. I look forward to it.”

  Abelard wasn’t sure she would be so pleased when she met the woman, since Mrs. Char had been keeping him company during the day in more ways than just housekeeping. She was even more displeased when she found herself face to face with a tall, gorgeous woman in a very short maid’s uniform. Harmony gasped, then looked at Abelard.

  “Please don’t worry, my dear. You have many more good qualities than Mrs. Char. I expect you to show them to me.”

  Char smiled at Abelard in a way that made Harmony’s heart drop. She could see there was more than an employer/employee relationship between her husband and this housekeeper. This would be her first test as his wife – to accept Mrs. Char’s instruction and direction, regardless of her previous relationship to Abelard.

  “Mrs. D.,” he said to Harmony, “you will work exactly to this woman’s specifications and she will let me know if there is anything for which you will need punishment. In fact, she has asked to witness any punishment – perhaps even administer it – and I have consented.”

  Harmony tried to smile, but couldn’t. She swallowed a little sob as Abelard kissed her on the cheek and patted Mrs. Char on the rump before he left the room.

  “Well,” Mrs. Char said, “so you’re the new wife. Turn around so I can see what he sees in you. Yes, that’s it – a little slower please – lift your dress and bend over. Ah, yes. Nice ass. I can see why he wanted you as his bride.” She smiled. “I’m sure we can find plenty for you to do in this mansion of a house.”

  “Thank you,” Harmony said. “I really do want to learn.”

  “Hmpf!” she replied. “Didn’t he tell you to address me as ‘Mrs. Char’?”

  “Yes...uh...Mrs. Char, He did. I apologize, Ma’am. There’s so much to learn.”

  Harmony’s day didn’t get any better. By lunch, she had scrubbed floors and toilets until her knees and hands were raw. Nothing she did passed Mrs. Char’s scrutiny the first time and had to be repeated. Harmony could hardly wait for lunch when her role as child could begin again. Maybe she wasn’t cut out for this part of being an adult, after all. Maybe being a CEO was easier than she thought.

  “It’s time for lunch,” Mrs. Char said. “But before you can eat, I must tell Abelard about your progress this morning.”

  “Yes, Mrs. Char,” Harmony said. “I assumed that would need to be done.”

  Abelard was waiting in the dining room for Harmony and Mrs. Char, who handed him a piece of paper detailing Harmony’s work performance. Then she stood back with a smug look on her face.

  “Oh, dear!” Abelard said. “This will never do! Do you think she will ever learn how to care for my home?”

  “Perhaps,” Mrs. Char said with a toss of her long blond hair. “It may take a while, but there’s hope for her, I believe.”

  “Then we must take care of the punishment before lunch. Please come stand here before me, Mrs. D.”

  Harmony stood meekly before him, waiting for her punishment. He took off his leather belt and handed it to Char. Then he rolled up the hem of her dress and tucked it into the cloth waistband. Abelard bent her over the end of the long dining table and held her arms out in front of her, then nodded to Char. He would not do the punishing himself; he had asked Char to do it. Harmony couldn’t believe what was happening, but as the first blow of the belt landed on her bare rump, she believed.

  As sure as she was of his love for her, she knew she now was being held accountable for her job performance more than the corporation had ever done. She’d gotten away with murder there after so many years. The board had let her run things her way, without ever taking their advice. This new career of hers would make her a better person, would make her more perfect. As the leather landed over and over, she felt her strong will melt into the table, giving over to discipline, to excellence, to flawlessness – to obedience and servility – to love.

  She could cry no more. The pain had gone beyond anguish to delirium and on to bliss. As Abelard lifted her from the table, he took her up in his arms, and said, “Thank you, Mrs. Char. You have done a good job. Do you think she will need another day – another week? How long?”

  “I’ll be back tomorrow, darling,” she said. “We’ll see how it goes day to day.”

  She leaned over, gave him a long kiss, patted Harmony’s sore rump, and left the room.

  Abelard carried Harmony to the nursery, placed her on the changing table, and removed the dirty housedress, cooing to his beloved new wife/child. He stuck a pacifier in Harmony’s mouth, watched in love as she sucked on it with closed eyes. He doused her shaved vaginal mound with baby oil, then pinned the double diaper. He kissed each nipple as he slipped a little white jersey nightshirt over her head.

  “Lie here a few minutes while I bring your lunch, my sweetie,” he said. She nodded her agreement, knowing he would bring her a bottle of warm milk and put her down in the crib for a nap. She was grateful for the relief that thought brought her.

  She woke up with a dirty, wet diaper and an empty bottle lying beside her, one soggy thumb in her mouth. She glanced at the big Minnie Mouse clock on the wall. It was two o’clock. He would soon return to take her shopping or whatever it was he wanted her to do as his adult wife for the afternoon. All in all, she was very content with the morning’s work and with the nap. The rest of the afternoon would bring its own surprises. After this first day, she thought the schedule would be very similar from day to day, with some deviations. What surprises she had in store!

  Harmony heard the nursery door open, turned her head and saw her beloved Abelard watching her. He smiled and headed toward the crib.

  “Good afternoon, my little darling,” he said. “Did my Dumpling have a good nap? And look here! Is my wee one ready for a walk in the park? I’m sure you’re ready to use the potty, and after that we’ll get you into a nice hot bath. Does my baby need to go potty again before she gets a bath?” Harmony cooed. How she loved her daddy!

  He lifted her out of the crib, carried her to the changing table and unpinned the diapers. He opened them up, kissed her belly and made little burping noises against her skin, then slid several of his fingers into her little hole, pushing in and out, laughing and talking baby-talk to her. She felt the orgasm blossoming, and while she hadn’t wanted it to happen quite this quickly, she had no control over it. She moaned as the spa
sm started deep in her groin and flooded up through her quivering gut.

  “Ohhhhh,” she groaned. “Oh, yes!”

  “Yes, that’s it,” he said, “yes, yes. Let it come for me.”

  “Oh, God!” she shouted.

  “Is it good, my love?”

  “Oh, yes….”

  When her breath came more easily, he slipped his fingers out, wiping them on a warm wet cloth. He looked down at his woman-child, his wife, his lover. Yes, he was her balance!

  “Are you ready for your next adult time, Mrs. D?” he asked with a smile.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, as the last of her orgasm faded.

  “Then let’s get you washed up and dressed. I think we need to go to the market for some meats and vegetables, don’t you? Our cook asked for certain items and you’ll help me shop.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied. “And what would you like me to wear?”

  “First your bath, then we’ll decide.”

  After her bath, he led her to the right side wall, selected a short hip-hugger tweed skirt with a split partway up the front, and a tight white angora sweater that ended above her navel.

  “Because they won’t let you in the store without shoes, you’ll wear these little spike-heeled sandals,” he said.

  Abelard stood back to look at her in this new attire. “Oh, my dear! You look good enough to eat. In fact, I think I will.”

  He picked her up, set her on the bathroom counter, pushed up the wool skirt and spread her legs. Admiring her clean pussy, he bent his head and searched with his tongue until she mewled and squirmed. He felt her stiffen then dissolve as the orgasm passed through her body. This time, his fingers entered her to dip the honey before he offered them to her. As she sucked her own juices from his fingers, he pulled her off the counter and held her against him.

  “Let’s go,” he said. “The sooner we leave, the sooner we will get back. I need you the way a man needs his wife.” His voice was husky with desire.

  “Why can’t we do that now, Sir Abelard?” she asked.

  “You’ll see, my love,” He said. “Later. For now, let’s go.”

  In the market, Harmony pushed the grocery cart as Abelard picked up the items they needed. He lifted a large salami, held it against himself and said, “Is my cock as big as this?” Harmony blushed as she answered, “Yes, Sir.” A man browsing nearby stared at the couple, shocked by their conversation.

  He chose a long, thick cucumber and asked her, “Will this fit inside your pussy?” The nearby produce man dropped the tomatoes he was arranging as Harmony answered. “Yes, sir, I think it will.”

  Over and over, he asked intimate questions about the items they were purchasing, always within earshot of someone else. Harmony was feeling slightly humiliated, but she could also see the bulge grow inside Abelard’s trousers. She knew this embarrassing and intimate talk was turning him on.

  As they were heading towards the register, he picked up the cucumber again and stopped to slip it up her skirt, moving it back and forth against the crack of her cheeks, then asked, “Want to feel that go up your ass, sweetheart?”

  A middle-aged woman gasped and walked away quickly when Harmony said, “Yes, sir.”

  At last, they checked out of the grocery store and headed home. Harmony helped bring their purchases inside and when she had finished putting everything in its place, he said, “You are a good wife, Mrs. D. Now you will get to truly be my wife. Are you ready for whatever that may be?”

  “Yes, sir,” she replied, feeling her heart beat up in her throat. What did he have planned for her now? She didn’t have a long wait for the answer. He led her back to the closet in their room and instructed her to remove the tweed skirt and sweater and change into a full skirt with a halter top that obscenely hoisted her breasts. To her relief, he removed her high-heeled sandals, then led her to a large room he called the “ballroom.”

  “We will dance,” he said, turning on the stereo. Slow waltz music drifted through the room and he turned to her. “Come, release me, Mrs. D. Remove this bondage from my love and let it be yours.”

  With a regal step, she knelt before him, unzipped his trousers, pulled his erection to the outside, and looked up at him for further instructions.

  “That will do for now,” he said.

  Chapter Six

  Abelard lifted her up, pushed open her skirt and brushed himself against her. She felt his movement on her sensitive skin, felt him lift her bottom enough to slip inside her wet vagina. With a swirling motion, he waltzed across the room with her impaled on his cock. Each movement pushed him further inside, dipping and spiraling with her in his arms. With one hand, he brought one of her legs around his waist and indicated for her to do the same with her other leg. Tightly bound together, they whirled and twirled around the room, faster and faster until at last they stood quietly in the middle of the room. Fluids oozing down her thighs, across her rump.

  “You are an excellent dancer, Mrs. D.,” he said. “We will dance again soon.”

  Carefully, he lowered her to the floor and indicated that she was to lick him clean. The full skirt flowed and draped around her on the floor. He reached down and loosened the tie on the halter top, letting it fall to her waist, releasing her voluptuous breasts. Her nipples stood hard and tall. He wanted to see them full of milk, but that would come another time.

  The weeks passed too quickly. At the end of the third week, Mr. Char agreed with Abelard that Harmony would make an acceptable housekeeper and he would no longer need her services. Harmony had been punished every single day of her training, until she knew what was expected of her. On the final day of Harmony’s instructions, Abelard tucked Mrs. Char’s last check inside her neckline and whispered something in her ear. She smiled, slipped off her panties and handed them to him.

  “Come, Mrs. D.,” he said. “I have a reward for your good work.”

  Mrs. Char sat down on a nearby chair, spreading her legs to reveal her glistening pussy. Harmony knew exactly what her husband expected.

  Walking over, she knelt between Mrs. Char’s legs, letting her tongue flick across her clitoris. She felt it harden, felt Char’s legs tense. Harmony’s love and respect for Mrs. Char had increased greatly during the many punishment episodes. Now she was able to give back to Mrs. Char for all that she had received in training.

  Abelard was overcome with joy to see these women so intent on pleasuring each other. Char drew Harmony up to her lap so that Harmony’s legs straddling her waist. She opened up her skimpy blouse and offered Harmony a nipple. Harmony sucked hard while Char positioned the two so their nether lips could connect. Abelard leaned against the bathroom wall, entranced, as the women ground their pelvises together as if he were not even in the room. Harmony and Char began to climax at the same time. Clinging to each other in wild abandonment, their voices soared.

  When Char stood at her car door, ready to make her final departure, Harmony grabbed Abelard’s hand.

  “Please, Sir Abelard,” she begged. “Does she have to stay away? Can she come back regularly?”

  “Would you honestly like that?” he asked. “Is that something that excites you, my dear?”

  “Oh, yes, Sir,” she said.

  “Then perhaps I might be able to persuade her to return. I have been very satisfied with her services – in more ways than one, as you know. I see no reason she shouldn’t continue to be part of our little family occasionally.” He turned to Mrs. Char. “How do you feel about that?”

  Mrs. Char gave a low throaty chuckle. “I think we can arrange something.”

  “Darling Mrs. D.,” Abelard said thoughtfully, as He watched Char drive away. “Don’t you think it’s time for your former board to visit? One of the men called to ask me about having your advice on an issue, and since you had agreed to serve as consultant, I told him you would be happy to help.”

  “Sir,” she began, “I offered my expertise to them as I was leaving, never dreaming they would take me up on it. If it�
��s all the same to you, I’d rather they not invade our private life.”

  “That’s precisely what I’ve invited them to do, my dear. You see, I think you need to expand your horizons even more. They will be here tomorrow for lunch and you will abandon your role as child for that one meal. Would you not like to see them in the fullness of your new career?”

  “As you wish, Sir,” she said, with a smile, excited to imagine their reactions at how she was now serving this new master. They would be surprised, she thought. But before they arrived, she wanted to give her husband a surprise of his own.

  “Sir,” she began again, “I think I may be pregnant.

  He embraced her happily. “Are you pleased, my dear? Do you want to be a mother?”

  “I’m not sure, Sir. I know that many women are ecstatic to carry their husband’s child, but I worry that it will change our life too much.”

  “Did you think I hadn’t thought of that?” he asked. “Did you not trust me to consider it?”

  “Oh, Sir,” she said. “I trust you! It’s just that I don’t want to lose what we have.”

  “My love, you will continue to be my adult wife and my adult baby for as long as you live. Having a little one to suckle on your breast will not change that. We will care for her as well as we can, but we can also plan on a nursemaid who will give us the freedom we’ve always had.”

  “There’s something else, Sir,” Harmony said. She wanted to talk about Harris and Len.

  “Yes, my dear?”

  “You know that my stepbrother, Harris, has been my chauffeur all these years?”

  “Yes, of course I knew that.”