Perfect Slave

by Becky Bell

  Hawksworth picked up the second clip. He positioned it over her left nipple and allowed the little pads to sink into the puckered flesh. This time the pain was striated with pleasure right from the word go. Andrea tossed her head back and gasped.

  ‘Look into my eyes,’ Hawksworth ordered at once.

  Andrea pulled her head back and looked into those glistening pools of aquamarine. For the first time she thought she saw a glimmer of real excitement as he reached forward and took hold of the chain now looped down between her breasts. Slowly he lifted it. The weight of her breasts pulled the nipple clips tighter, and for a moment the pleasure was overridden by pain again. He pulled it up until her breasts were pointed to the ceiling, her usually dark nipples blanched white by the tightness of the clips.

  Then he allowed the chain to fall through his fingers. As it dropped her breasts fell back too, the flesh quivering, the movement provoking a whole set of new sensations in her nipples. The feelings routed themselves straight to her sex and her clitoris began to pulse urgently.

  ‘Stand,’ Hawksworth said.

  It was even more difficult to stand up with her arms so securely bound behind her back than it had been to kneel in the first place, but Andrea managed it, not without making her tethered breasts shake violently, the chain clinking and her nipples producing new shards of pain-laced pleasure.

  ‘I was very disappointed with you, Andrea,’ Hawksworth said, the tone of his voice changing. ‘Now I hope you’ve learnt your lesson. If you have not, then our experiment is over. If you have, we’ll see. Normally I would leave this until later in your training, but you have left me no choice. You understand that you must obey Laurie as if it were I giving you orders?’

  ‘Yes, master.’

  ‘Good.’ Hawksworth got up too. The big bed had been stripped back to the white linen bottom sheet, and he went to lie on it, not as he had two nights ago in the middle, but to one side. He propped himself comfortably against the pillows. ‘Begin,’ he said for the second time that night.

  Laurie smiled. It was the cruel smile Andrea had seen in the car. She took Andrea’s hand and led her over to the bed.

  ‘Lie on your back.’

  Andrea lay down, the lacy basque rasping against the white linen. With her arms bound behind her back so securely her body was arched like a bow. Her sex was throbbing as rhythmically as her heart.

  Laurie knelt on the bed bedside her. She reached behind her back and began to undo the four or five hooks that held the bustier bra in place. As she slipped it to one side her breasts trembled. They were large and pendulous, and were as tanned as the rest of her body. She had small nipples, both pierced with a gold ring. ‘Have you ever kissed a woman before?’

  ‘No, Ms Angelis.’

  ‘Good.’ She leant down until their mouths were no more than two inches apart. ‘Then kiss me.’

  Without the slightest hesitation, determined to show her master that she could be totally obedient, Andrea raised her head and pressed her lips to the brunette’s. She felt no revulsion. They felt quite different from a man’s, soft and pliant and wet. She pushed her tongue between them and felt it being sucked inside.

  As they kissed Laurie’s hand travelled over her breasts. They found the clip on her right nipple and jerked it up forcefully, making Andrea gasp, the noise gagged on her lips. Then it was her tongue that pushed forward, the two dancing against each other like two snakes.

  Andrea felt her pulse quicken. It wouldn’t have mattered if she had found the whole experience disgusting. After two days in the wilderness she would have done anything to please her master. Anything. But far from any sort of disgust Laurie’s lips and tongue were producing sharp pangs of delight. She felt a terrific desire to press the length of her body against the woman, to feel those pliant breasts and that neat mons crushing into hers.

  But that was not what Laurie had in mind. She broke the kiss and straightened up. That cruel smile was playing on her lips. She opened her legs and straddled Andrea, her face towards her feet. Then she squirmed back until Andrea found herself staring up at her sex, tightly covered by the white satin panties. The gusset of them was dimpled, as if sucked into her sex.

  Laurie’s hand came around her buttocks. She took hold of the panties and pulled them aside, so the gusset settled across her buttocks and her sex was completely exposed. To Andrea’s astonishment it was hairless, not like her own, with little hair, but obviously carefully depilated, every detail of her labia clearly visible. She had never seen a woman’s sex before. The inner labia surrounding the mouth of her vagina were thin and delicate, while the outer lips, which enclosed them, were much fatter and wrinkled in texture. Her vagina was open and Andrea could see the dark scarlet flesh of its interior, dripping with the juices of her arousal.

  ‘Lick it,’ Laurie said, moving her sex down until it was an inch from Andrea’s mouth.

  Andrea could smell her rich perfume. It was mixed with a much more primitive odour. She looked to her right and saw Hawksworth watching intently, his whole attention focussed on her. There was nothing she could do but obey.

  Tentatively she raised her head. She stuck her tongue out and insinuated it into the hot wet flesh of Laurie’s labia. Laurie tasted sweet. She wasn’t sure what she should do. She tried to remember what she liked men to do to her. Moving her tongue up along the slit of her sex she searched for the clit. It was not difficult to find. Her tongue butted up against a hard lozenge-shaped protrusion. She felt a frisson of sensation run through Laurie’s body as her tongue circled the little nut of nerves, and strangely her body reacted in exactly the same way. With the tip of her tongue she circled Laurie’s clit, then began to push it from side to side. She felt it throb.

  ‘Is she doing it properly?’ Hawksworth asked.

  ‘Mmm... she’s got a natural talent,’ Laurie confirmed, her voice husky and deep.

  ‘Good.’

  Andrea felt her own excitement mounting. She was performing for her master, her submission total. She could see herself as if from above, her body in the tight black basque, her arms bound behind her back, with Laurie squatting above her. Lying on her arms was producing a whole new set of excruciating pains, but that only seemed to feed her arousal.

  And it wasn’t only the bondage that was exciting her. She realised the feel and taste of Laurie’s sex was arousing too. She had never imagined she could get pleasure out of doing this to a woman, but she’d been wrong. Of course there was the excitement of breaking a taboo, of doing something she had never done before, but there were other much more physical sensations driving her wild. There seemed to be a direct connection between Laurie’s sex and her own. She could feel what Laurie was feeling, her clitoris pulsing at the same frequency as the brunette’s. She wished her hands were free. She would have loved to push her fingers into Laurie’s cunt, and feel that velvety soft flesh close around them.

  She tried to see what Hawksworth was doing, but her view was obscured by Laurie’s thighs. She thought she heard him removing the silk robe.

  ‘Open your legs, now,’ he said.

  Andrea obeyed, spreading her legs apart, the nylon stockings rasping against the sheet. She felt a hand, she was sure it was Hawksworth’s hand, caressing her thigh above the stocking top.

  Then Laurie’s body moved. For a second her sex was lifted away from Andrea’s mouth, but as it settled again at a slightly different angle Andrea felt an entirely new sensation. Laurie’s mouth was pressing against her sex, her hot wet tongue first delving into her vagina, lapping at the juices leaking from it, and then moving to her clit. When it found the swollen button and ironed it back against her pubic bone Andrea felt a jolt of sensation so strong that for a moment she thought she was going to come. She had never felt anything like it. Laurie’s mouth was so soft and so pliable. It seemed to mould itself to her sex, like a limpet, sucking, creating a pool of melting flesh in the
middle of which her clitoris felt hard and incredibly sensitive. She knew she must not come. She fought against her bonds, hoping the pain would distract her, and tried to concentrate on giving Laurie pleasure, forcing her mouth hard against her sex and pressing her clitoris with her tongue until it too was ironed back against the underlying bone. But that only seemed to make matters worse. The pain from her bondage twisted into fiery pleasure while the feelings from her own clitoris seemed to arc, like electric currents, up to Laurie’s.

  They were joined, the connection complete, what Andrea had felt earlier nothing compared to what she could feel now.

  Andrea could feel every ripple of sensation in Laurie’s body, and each one was matched by an exact equivalent in her own as the brunette tormented her clitoris.

  She could feel the nipple clips, crushed by Laurie’s weight, biting even deeper, and Laurie’s malleable breasts heavy against her tummy, and both created yet more provocation. Andrea knew she must not come, but she simply didn’t know how she was going to stop herself.

  All the different thrills in her body, the aching pain from the bondage, the nipple clips, the delicious squirming tongue against her clit, the contractions that beset her vagina, and the feeling of a woman’s sex crushed for the first time against her own face, were combining into one sensuous beat. She wanted to wallow in it, to allow herself to be carried away by the feeling of a woman’s mouth doing such wonderful things to her sex, but she knew she dare not. She did not want to incur Hawksworth’s wrath again. Somehow she had to stop herself from coming.

  What made it worse was that she could feel the orgasm mounting in Laurie’s body too. Everything she felt was echoed in the brunette. Her clitoris was pulsing wildly against Andrea’s tongue and she could even feel her labia throbbing, her vagina, she was sure, as wet and active as her own. Her whole body was undulating subtly, her buttocks pushing back against Andrea’s face.

  ‘Yes, yes,’ she breathed, the words pronounced against Andrea’s sex, the movement of her lips and her hot breath producing new paroxysms of pleasure in the blonde.

  Suddenly Laurie went rigid, raised her head and cried out loud, her thighs crushing Andrea’s cheeks, her sex pressed down on her mouth and nose so tightly Andrea could hardly breathe. She seemed to stay like that for long minutes, her body locked around the central core of feelings that had created her orgasm. Then Andrea felt her melt, her body relaxing, every muscle and tendon softening. This was the most provoking of everything Andrea had felt. Laurie’s mouth was still pressed to her sex, and even though her tongue was no longer moving she seemed to be able to feel it even more acutely than she had done before. She wanted to come. She wanted to come more than she thought she had ever wanted to come before.

  Laurie was climbing off her. Andrea lay on the bed, her body arched upward by the position of her arms, the black basque cinched tightly around her body, the black stockings stretched tautly over her legs, panting with the effort of holding herself back. She saw Hawksworth was kneeling beside her, his large erection held tightly in his fist.

  He smiled. She thought it was the first time he’d ever smiled at her.

  Laurie moved behind him. Her hand replaced his on the shaft of his cock and she began masturbating him.

  Hawksworth reached out with his left hand. He picked up the metal chain that was looped between the nipple clips and began pulling it. The nipple clips rose from her breasts. Her nipples had been numbed by the biting pain, but a whole new set of sensations burst out as he lifted it higher, pulling Andrea’s breasts up until they were stretched and strained.

  Andrea whimpered, the pain - now so like intense pleasure they were indistinguishable - forcing her eyes closed. She simply could not resist this new goad. She was going to come now and there was nothing she could do to stop herself. She had failed again.

  But as she felt her clitoris swell and throb harder and stronger, and the overwhelming sensations rippled through her body, she felt a warm thick liquid spatter over her tortured breasts. She opened her eyes to see spunk jetting from Hawksworth’s cock, a second arc of it splashing down on the black basque, Laurie’s hand skilfully extracting every last drop from him.

  ‘I give you permission,’ he said, still with little evident emotion.

  Andrea cried out with relief. She squeezed her legs together to trap her clitoris between her labia, fighting the bonds that constrained her, every nerve in her body singing with relief as she allowed her orgasm to overtake her. Her body rocked and rolled, the chain that held her breasts pulled out of Hawksworth’s hand, another huge jolt of pleasure caused as it fell back against her chest.

  Eventually it was over. She felt his spunk running down her breasts and into the bra cups of the basque, and could taste Laurie’s juices on her lips and tongue. The pain began to take over, the cramp in her arms and shoulders acute, the nipple clips now excruciating. But she didn’t mind. It had all been worthwhile. She had redeemed herself. She had been the perfect slave.

  Chapter Five

  ‘Get up.’

  Andrea was daydreaming and hadn’t heard the door open.

  ‘I said get up.’ Laurie stood in the doorway. She threw a leather garment on the bed. ‘I’ll be back in five minutes.’

  The door shut again and was locked.

  Andrea rose to her feet. When Laurie brought her back to the stable block she’d stripped off all her bonds and the tight lingerie, but had not used the leather cuffs to bind her to the bed, so for the first time at the manor she’d spent a night unfettered. The woman in black had already taken her to the bathroom, watched while she showered and used the toilet, then given her breakfast.

  The leather was black and supple. It was a one-piece garment like the cat-suit Laurie had worn last night, but with a collar and full sleeves. Quickly Andrea eased it on, putting her feet into the legs first, then pulling on the upper half, the fit so tight it was a struggle. With the leather finally in place it fitted like a second skin, stretched tightly over her body, the front pressing her breasts almost flat. Attached to each side of the garment were two straps, one above the other, the lower ones on her hips.

  Andrea was feeling buoyant. Her nipples were tender and sore and her arms and shoulders ached from such a long confinement, but she welcomed the discomfort. It was a sign that she had passed a test and come through with flying colours. And Laurie’s arrival could only mean one thing; she was being taken to see her master again. It proved that, after last night, he was pleased with her. She was back in his good books and most definitely planned to stay that way.

  The experience with Laurie, the first full-blown lesbian encounter of her life, had left her wondering if she’d always had such urges but had hidden them from herself. She couldn’t honestly say she’d ever had the slightest desire to go to bed with a woman, or ever thought of a woman as particularly attractive sexually, but it seemed odd that her response was so strong if she didn’t harbour any latent desires. And the memory of what they’d done together produced such a sharp reaction, such a positive arousal, that she couldn’t wait to repeat the experience.

  Of course it was possible that the main ingredient of the package was the fact of her submission. She had after all been ordered by Hawksworth to have sex with Laurie, whilst being securely bound. They were the two elements in her sexuality that had brought her to the house, and it was possible that her arousal came not from what Hawksworth had ordered her to do, but that he had ordered her to do it.

  Whatever the reason, it was not something she was likely to forget. She could still see Laurie’s hairless sex posed above her face; she could still taste her juices.

  The door opened again. Laurie strode into the room and closed it behind her. She was wearing a pair of black leather trousers and a black silk blouse. She inspected Andrea’s outfit critically.

  ‘Don’t think last night is going to get you any favours,’ she said bluntly.
r />   ‘No, Ms Angelis.’

  There were two diagonal zips in the front of the cat-suit, one over each breast. Laurie unzipped one and Andrea’s breast thrust through the opening.

  ‘Are your nipples sore?’

  ‘Yes, Ms Angelis.’

  Laurie flicked the dark nipple with a fingernail. Andrea winced. She caught her eye. There was a look there Andrea could not mistake - a look of lust.

  Apparently shunting her own feelings to one side, Laurie pulled the zip of the cat-suit back up. She pulled Andrea’s left arm down to her side and wrapped the leather strap secured to the side of the cat-suit around it, buckling it securely. The second strap fitted just above the elbow. She repeated the process with the other arm.

  ‘Follow me.’

  The procedure was the same as the first night at the house. The woman in the black dress made her up and brushed her hair. If anything emphasised her new status this did. She was not allowed even to decide these small things for herself; her appearance, like everything else, in her master’s control. It took about fifteen minutes for the woman to finish her work.

  Laurie fitted the chain leash into the ring on the steel collar, then led Andrea into the house, and she heard voices the moment they got into the building; men’s voices.

  Laurie led her along to the sitting room, but at the bottom of the staircase turned in a new direction. They came to a halt in front of a large panelled oak door. This was clearly where the voices were coming from.

  ‘Remember, you must obey,’ Laurie warned. ‘Without question.’